Hard as Rock (The Rock Star's Seduction 3)

“Oh Ryan – yes, FUCK ME,” I screamed as I put my hands back on the piano keys to brace my weight. There was a crash of discordant musical notes, then the scrape of wood as he stood and pushed the piano bench away.

That’s when he

really

began to fuck me.

One hand still supported my ass, and the other hand still stroked my clit, but now he was driving himself into me with a furious intensity, his cock and fingers working in tandem, taking me higher, pushing me from one orgasm to the next, each one faster, butting up against one another as my clit and deep inside my pussy both throbbed with pleasure.

“OH FUCK, OH FUCK,” I cried out, my head arching back and hitting the top of the piano.

“Kaitlyn, I’m going to come, I’m going to – ”

“Come for me!” I pleaded, and suddenly I felt a jet of hot liquid deep inside me, spurting inside me, which only drove me wilder. My last orgasm shattered me, with all the contractions seemingly overlapping one another at once, and I was screaming and banging on the piano keys in an insane cacophony of orgasm.

Finally his thrusts and spasms ceased, and he collapsed backwards onto the piano bench with my legs still wrapped around his waist. He lifted me back to an upright seated position, and we kissed for what seemed like forever, his cock still inside my pussy, softening but still hard, my own little aftershocks slowly easing away into post-coital bliss.

87

The next morning was happy. Despite being groggy and slightly hung over, we made love again. We got up, fixed breakfast, ate it together. He even remembered the song he had played last night and recorded it again on the piano.

Everything was happy… until he asked me to go to the recording studio with him.

I froze like a deer in headlights. “…why?!”

“Because I have something to say to Derek, and I want you there.”

My stomach did a double back-flip. Even though it was ridiculous, I imagined him getting up in front of God and the band and everyone and accusing me of still having feelings for Derek.

“What are you going to say?”

“I want him to leave you alone.”

I relaxed a little. “Can’t you say that without me being there?”

“No, because he’ll say that it’s up to you, and I’m just being possessive and jealous. I need you to back me up.”

I tensed.

Isn’t this what you wanted?

For Derek to leave you alone, so you can be with Ryan?

To be happy instead of miserable?

“How important is this to you?” I asked.

He put his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. “Very, very important.”

I sucked in my breath. “…okay.”

“Thank you.” He smiled, leaned over, and kissed me.

But I couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom.