GIO (Interracial Rockstar Romance)

“Of course.”

“We’re not all that bad. And sometimes when two musicians get together, it can be harmonious. You both get the process and understand the ups and downs of this industry.”

“That sounds amazing. If I could get that it would be awesome.”

“However, you do have to focus.”

“I try to be disciplined.”

“You should. You’re almost there. You’ll be a star soon.” He finished washing my hair, but instead of his fingers leaving me, the tips brushed down to my cheeks and stopped at my lips. “But don’t work too hard without playing a little.”

I opened my eyes and I was lost again, gazing into an abyss of blue. It was like being in the center of a tornado, only I didn’t know if the wind was going to wreak havoc.

He touched my bottom lip before dragging his hands away. His voice shifted to decadent and full of need, smooth and traveling straight to my toes. “And anytime you need to play, you may find that you’ll never have to look too far.”

My whole body stiffened. He leaned forward so close I could feel the warmth of his breath cutting through the steam. I knew that if I looked at him, his face would be mere inches from mine.

He licked his lips, rose from the tub, and ran his fingers through his hair. I could see his dick pressing against the front of his jeans, big and ready to bust out.

He blew out a long breath. “I’ll be right back.”

All I could squeak out was, “Okay.”

“I’ll get you one of my shirts to put on for now.”

I almost mentioned my suitcase of clothes that I was sure was already in the house, but I left it alone, wanting to feel anything of him on me.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

Chapter 8

Giovanni

Music is

a safe kind of high.

~Jimi Hendrix

In my dream, her voice whispered against me as she climaxed, her wetness pouring over my cock. The tip throbbed as I pumped, ready to load her with cum, with all of me. My heart. My soul.

Simone could have it all.

We fucked in a field of lilies and shadows. Moonlight bathed our naked bodies. Cool wind brushed my flesh.

I balanced myself on top of her so I wouldn’t crush her into the bed.

“Don’t stop.” She clung to my arms, moaning my name. “Gio.”

My strokes shifted into deeper and longer movements, pushing us further into ecstasy.

I was so close to emptying a load of hot cum into that sweet pussy—so warm and wet, hugging my length. Her sex pulsed. My blood raced.

I gritted my teeth not ready to stop but knowing I was so damn close to erupting inside her.

And she was so ripe. I couldn’t catch my breath.

She hit me with those pleading eyes wrapped in passion. “Is this just about sex?”

“No, Simone, this is about so much more.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise.” And then I came inside of her, spurting that white liquid all over that sweet pussy.

Fuck. Fuck.

Ecstasy vibrated through to my bones. My teeth clattered. Our flesh broke apart as we gripped each other, still bucking and rocking into each other. Rays of light spilled out of our skin. Her eyes bled light too, almost blinding me. And then I could no longer see anything either, just this clear brightness.

Still, the orgasms ripped us apart.

Still, we moaned and groaned into each other.

Still, it was everything as we exploded, detonating, burning into white-hot flames.

I woke up, shivering with desire. The room was dark, only a little light peeled through the curtains. Across from me, Simone slept in my bed, bundled in tons of blue furs.

After her bath, I’d returned to my chair and nodded off while watching her. Yawning, I checked my watch.

Six in the morning.

I leaned back in my chair and cracked my neck. It ached, but it didn’t matter. I enjoyed having Simone in my bedroom. After the bath, she’d eaten a little and fell back to sleep. I could’ve gone to play with my trains or hang out in the studio, but all I wanted to do was watch her sleep.

This is going to get out of hand.

Even from across the room, I didn’t feel like I was close enough to her.

In the bath this morning, she’d further trapped me. I hadn’t touched her too much, but as I helped her, my fingertips tasted that soft skin. It was as smooth as the most expensive silk. I yearned to caress her, but I had to take this slow. I’d invited her here for business. I hadn’t intended on needing her for more than songs. However, if I were being truthful with myself, I’d always craved more.

Ever since I heard that first song, she’d had my cock’s attention.

As she slept in my bed, I studied Simone some more, wishing I could come closer and inhale her enchanting scent. Those black curls twisted and wound around like corkscrews, all black and glossy like ebony.