The Complete Rockstar Series

She sniffs and wipes the tears away with the sleeve of her tattered jumper. “It’s my mum,” she cries, her voice on the verge of cracking. “She’s… she’s ill, Adam. Really ill.”

I need to swallow, but the lump that’s formed in my throat is too big to manage. It’s stuck there, uncomfortably large and painful. With my heart about to jump out of my chest, I trace a shaky thumb across her cheek. “What do you mean ill?” I whisper.

“Cancer,” Ellie says in a voice so low I can hardly hear her. “What am I going to do Adam? Dad works all the time and I haven’t got anyone else.” Her lip trembles and I can tell she’s about to start sobbing again. I lean forward and place a small kiss on her mouth.

“You have me.” I squeeze her tightly in my arms, feeling totally useless. I can’t make it better, all I can do is hold her and listen to her hitched breathing. We sit there for what seems like hours but is really only minutes, our foreheads pressed together, El straddling my lap with her arms around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist.

To get more comfortable, Ellie shifts on top of me and I hiss at the friction it causes against my crotch. Her body is rubbing across mine intimately and I can’t control my reaction, no matter how inappropriate the timing is. She meets my gaze and I watch as her eyes drop to my mouth. She experimentally shifts again, pulling a deep groan from my throat.

“Ellie, what are you doing?” I ask hoarsely, my cock now uncomfortably hard and pressing painfully against the zipper of my trousers.

“I need you Adam. To feel close to someone, to you. I’m so alone.” She wiggles on top of me yet again, drawing another groan from my lips.

I can’t help myself. As wrong as this situation is, it feels so right to have her on top of me, fitting perfectly. I grasp her hips and drag her roughly

across my lap, getting the deep pressure we both crave. When she gasps, I lose all control over my brain. I lower my head and kiss her feverishly, my senses so full of everything Ellie that I give in to the overwhelming need that I’ve been holding back these last few weeks.

Ellie kisses me back passionately, giving as much as she’s taking, tasting and exploring, her hands caressing up and down my back and into my hair. She pulls back to give me a nervous smile, then reaches down and tugs her shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor. My cock jumps in my trousers, trapped by the tight fabric that restrains me.

“Jesus.” I let my eyes drop, taking in her creamy skin, the soft curves of her breasts spilling out of the top of her blue satiny bra. Looking back up I see longing in her eyes, and sadness, which makes me falter. “Are you sure about this, Ellie?”

She answers by taking my mouth with hers, plunging her tongue in roughly as she writhes on top of me, her hands threaded through my hair to keep me close. Unable to question this, to hold back after weeks of being the good guy, of not pushing her innocence too far. My body takes over and leaves reason far behind.

I glide my hands up her silky smooth back, her skin so perfect and soft. Running my fingers back down the gentle curve to her loose sweats, I cup them under her and stand. Instinctually, she wraps her slender legs around my waist and clings tight, our kiss never broken.

“Which way,” I murmur against her mouth.

“Left, first door,” she breathes as her lips move down my neck, sending electric pulses down my spine. I bend down so I can blindly scoop up my school bag on the way to her room. Never stopping the frantic kisses that are driving us both mad with lust.

I toss my stuff on the bed and collapse next to it, skillfully maneuvering Ellie beneath me. Her hands drift down the muscles of my back to find the hem of my T-shirt. She yanks it up, forcing it between us so she can get it off. I kneel so I can reach behind my neck and help her, ripping the shirt off and throwing it aside.

Ellie props herself up on her elbows, skimming a finger across the jagged pink scar on my abdomen. Then she leans in and kisses it tenderly. She lays back down, pulling me with her, and slides her hands around to my shoulders to connect, skin on skin. When she digs her nails into my back, I nearly come in my pants, bucking involuntarily against her lithe body.

“Fuck, Ellie. What you do to me.” I groan into her neck as I lick her delicious skin. She tastes just as good as she smells. Pushing back on my arms, I trail wet kisses down her collarbone over to the edge of her bra, loving the quiet keening that comes from her throat. I glance up at her face one last time, making sure it’s okay for me to continue. Her head is thrown back and her eyes are closed. I watch as her tiny tongue pokes out to moisten her parted lips.

That’s a yes if I’ve ever seen one. I hook my finger into one side of her bra and tug it down, releasing a perfect pink nipple. “God Ellie, so beautiful.” I take the tight bud into my mouth and suck gently.

She squirms and bucks beneath me, moaning non-stop as I torment her. “Adam… more,” she pants as she grips my backside, grinding her hips against my rock hard cock.

“Fuck,” I hiss as I continue to lick and nip at her breast. Pulling down the other side of her bra, I pay the same attention to that one until Ellie is panting and thrashing beneath me.

“Now Adam, please.”

“You’re going to kill me, El.” I sit up on my knees and pull open a pocket on my bag to remove a condom that I keep stashed there and put it on the bed.

Ellie sits up, quickly shedding the rest of her clothes. When she lies back down, she’s beautifully naked, her chest heaving up and down with each breath. I kick off my shoes and socks and pull off my trousers and briefs, speechless as I take her in. Never having seen anything as stunning as Ellie Palmer, ready and willing to have me.

By the time I press on top of Ellie again, I’m sheathed and hard as steel. I pause, craving her so badly that my dick actually hurts, but I don’t want to take advantage of a weak moment, of using this to deal with her mother’s illness.

She can tell that I’m struggling to do the right thing. “Adam,” she whispers, putting her arms around my neck, pulling me fully down on top of her, my length cradled by her soft thighs, “it’s time. I want this. I want you.”

Groaning, I give in to my baser needs, letting my weight settle on Ellie. We slowly rock against each other in a tortuous rhythm as our mouths and hands express how we feel about each other.

When I reach down to touch her slick folds, her hips snap up in surprise. “Shhhhh, Sweetheart. Let me make you feel good,” I whisper against her mouth.

Ellie relaxes back into the bed and closes her eyes, absorbing every touch, every blissful rush of pleasure that I give her as my fingers slide across her wet slit. When she starts moaning and bucking into my hand, her face flushed, I know she’s ready. I line myself up with her entrance and slowly push inside.

The head of my cock breaches her opening and her eyes fly open at the intrusion, a mixture of fear and lust reflected back at me. I push further, causing her to cry out, biting her lip to contain the pain as I tear through her final barrier. She’s so tight I have to concentrate to keep from losing it the second her body wraps around my cock.