Heavy Metal Heart: A Bad Boy Rock Star Romance (23 page)

She knocked softly at the soundproof room door before entering. He flashed a killer smile that made her heart skip a beat as he looked up at her. 

"Hey, love! All moved in?" He slid the guitar aside and pulled her into his lap. 

"Yeah, all thanks to Angie and none to you hiding down here," she teased, encircling her arms around his neck. 

"I learned a long time ago to stay out of that woman's way," he chuckled as he stubbed his cigarette out. 

"What're you working on?" she asked, eyeballing the notebook scribbles on the coffee table.

"Something... new, I guess."

"That's specific."

"Yeah, I dunno. It's like a current has changed and I'm sailing into a new, unknown direction." His eyes lit up and he lifted a finger in an
aha
 motion, then leaned over to flip a page with a wild flourish. Helena chuckled, hanging while draped around his neck as he wrote furiously. 

"I listened for a minute. It doesn't sound as heavy as your trademark sound." Helena didn’t know
that
 much about music, but while on the tour she learned Mjolnir's distinct heavy sound like it was her own heartbeat. And it all originated from Torsten's mind. 

"No, you're right, love. It's much more lighthearted. And if this goes anywhere it won't be with Mjolnir. I think this will be a solo project." 

Helena raised her eyebrows. "Solo project? So you're going to sing, too?"

"Possibly," he said mischievously. "I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve." His hand snaked up Helena's back and snapped her bra strap. 

She smacked him the chest playfully. "I didn't think lighthearted was in your vocabulary when it came to music."

"Well, what can I say," he said softly, kneading her thighs in his lap. "You've melted my heavy metal heart." 

"Aww, so sappy," she teased but leaned down to kiss him anyway. His words always made her heart melt.

Liquid fire coursed from her mouth as he returned her kiss deeply. It flowed like lava from her cunt to fill her veins, flooding her senses. 

Torsten grabbed her roughly around the waist and pinned her down on the couch. Her dress hiked up as he laid her down, inching further up her legs as they wrapped around his hips.

"Doesn't this remind you of our first time?" he asked with a wicked grin, unbuckling his belt as tortuously slowly as he did that night. 

"Fuck, I want you more now than I ever did that night." 

Helena's eyes drank him in as if she was seeing him for the first time. His washboard stomach that flexed and relaxed as he breathed which trailed down to his Adonis belt. She wanted to attach her tongue to that erotic V-shape and never remove it. 

"Come here," she insisted huskily, sitting up to reach him better. "You're getting naked too fucking slow." 

The ends of his belt dangled unfastened from their belt loops as Helena unzipped his jeans and pulled them down forcefully. Held back only by his boxer briefs, the long outline of his hard shaft curved majestically against his pelvis like a breaching orca. 

She smiled to herself.
My turn to tease.
 

His balls twitched when she touched them with her mouth. Her lips barely made contact but the sensation of her hot breath made him squirm. Keeping her eyes locked on his, her lips traveled slowly up the length of his shaft, barely touching and just letting her breath tickle his skin through the soft fabric. 

She felt his fingers bury themselves urgently in her hair. Wordlessly he begged for more but was at her mercy. Her lips paused just under his swollen head on that sensitive underside. A vein pulsed rapidly beneath her lips as if kissing her. The empty, aching inside her grew almost painful. He wasn't the only one needing sweet release. 

Her fingers slid inside the waistband of his tight boxers and peeled them down his hips, revealing that sharp, sloping V-shape of his Adonis belt. His cock twitched as it slowly fell free, rolling toward her as if knowing she gave what it needed. 

The moment her lips enveloped the swollen, silky head, Torsten let out a moan so deep and guttural as if he hadn't felt anything so good on his cock in years. 

As she worked her mouth down his rigid shaft, he pinched and rolled her achingly hard nipples between his fingers. They felt so sensitive, just barely bordering on painful and elicited soft squeals and moans from her soft mouth full of his engorged cock. 

"Touch yourself, love. Let me see how fucking wet you are."

Just hearing him speak in that gruff, throaty voice got her even wetter. She obediently slid her spare hand inside her panties and gasped at her own wetness. Soaked through already. With slick fingers, she began rubbing her clit eagerly. That unforgiving little nub throbbed and ached for release. 

Her breathing grew shallower and her full-mouthed moans grew wilder and uncontrolled as she felt her orgasm building. Torsten then decided to yank her hand from her panties. She looked up at him, mouth still full of his thick cock with eyes that she hoped conveyed annoyance. 

He grinned as he slid his tongue over her fingers, then his whole mouth. He licked, sucked, and savored the sweet taste of her pussy from her hand. All of her fingers in his mouth felt almost unbearably sensitive as if they were all clits. 

He knew just how to set her whole body, mind, and heart on edge. The moment she thought she had control, he yanked it away and showed who really had it. He got her so close to the edge and stopped, to point where he could make her come with a single touch.

"Can't out-tease a teaser." Torsten released Helena's hand once he finished drinking his fill. He leaned over her, pushing her shoulders down to lay her back on the couch and remove his cock from her mouth. 

"Fuck you," she said defiantly in his face but with her best sexy smile.

"God, I love a hot woman who talks shit and sucks cock like a pro." Torsten returned her smile as he aligned his hips with hers, positioning his glans, still wet from her mouth, to brush against her slick folds without entering. 

He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head back, exposing the long, delicate arch of her neck. Helena's scalp tingled with desire, the sensation stretching down her spine to her toes, concentrating in silent screams of desperation to release at her core. 

"Shit-talking's over now. I want you to beg. Beg me to come or you don't get my cock." 

Her whole body, but especially her vulva, felt as though it would explode. His cock pulled away from her entrance, then back again just barely touching her. Each touch felt more torturous than the last. All it did was build the pressure under her skin but with no release in sight.

"Please," she begged. "Let me come. It's too much." 

"Your pussy is soaking all over my cock," he breathed in throaty whispers along her neck. "I can just rub along your wet slit and make myself come that way." 

"No, you wouldn't!" she pleaded desperately. "Please, Torsten. I need to come. You said I always come first!" 

He pulled away from her neck to look directly into her eyes. His pale blue eyes with the same passion and intensity as her green ones. 

"You're right." 

With that, he sheathed the whole length of cock deep inside her in one smooth stroke. 

She cried out, gasping as the instant fullness of her pussy. Her body grew intensely hotter with him fully submerged inside her. Already her walls clenched around him desperately, never wanting that deep, satisfying cock to leave. 

Torsten never broke eye contact as he pulled all the way out then slammed all the way back in, up to the root. 

"You always come first, Helena. And I don't just mean right now, like this."

He upped the speed of his thrusts, grinding his pubic bone against her clit with each crashing stroke. 

The first orgasm hit her like a speeding train. His thick cock brought her to a nearly unbearable peak before she crashed and released. Sensitive ecstasy overloaded her senses. Stars flooded her vision and her legs shook as if they were zapped by electricity. 

Torsten continued his rhythm, fucking her mercilessly as he looked at her with heavy, hooded eyes.  

"You're
my
 woman. I love you, and you'll never come second to anything. Not my career, or even my life. I promise you that."

Helena blinked away tears as she wrapped her weary arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily. She couldn't tell if the physical sensations of pleasure overwhelmed her, or the love and sincerity in his words. Her body, heart, and mind all melted together in this turbulent furnace of body heat, love, and passion. 

"You're what's been missing from my life," she breathed against his lips. "I love you. You complete me." 

She felt his cock swell and stiffen even harder as it impaled her. Her walls gripped him tighter, anticipating being coated in his hot, milky come. 

He lifted her hips in his strong hands and pounded into her with all his might. The first ripple of her next orgasm sent him over the edge. Together, their bodies became a single vessel overflowing with mind-numbing pleasure and passionate, unwavering love. 

Torsten closed his eyes while he listened to the muffled chants from the crowd. His heart pounded with anticipation in his chest, but not for the show. This was new, something he’d never done before. What he was about to do would change his whole life. To gain control of his nerves he clenched his fist around the microphone in his hand.

He took a deep breath and walked onto the stage. The auditorium was dark but the crowd erupted in cheers when they saw his silhouette. 

He paused onstage before bringing the microphone to his mouth, allowing the sound and energy from the thousands of voices below him to permeate him like it had so many times before. 

"Hello, Oslo," he said into the microphone. 

The crowd erupted in cheers again. "We missed you!" one voice cried. 

"I missed you, too," he answered. "It's good to be home after a long tour. And especially good to see you all again, after writing and recording a new album." 

More cheers. Torsten raised a hand to signal for silence. 

"I'm not usually the man with the microphone so I won't be long. But I have something to say, something to do, in front of all of you." 

This time, the crowd remained hushed. Thousands of pairs of eyes looked at him with wonder and curiosity. 

"Almost exactly a year ago I fell in love with a woman at this venue. We fucked like animals backstage after our show and it was the best I ever had." 

A few loud cheers erupted, along with laughter, but the crowd stayed mostly silent. Torsten broke into a grin in response and looked to the right edge of the stage. Helena stood just offstage, glaring at him as he knew she would be. Even after a year he never tired of setting off that spark inside. 

"This woman is very special to me," Torsten continued, his eyes locked on hers. "And I would like you all to meet her. Helena?" 

The crowd cheered and whistled, but she shook her head violently. He could practically see smoke coming from her ears and he just grinned wider. 

"Come on out, love. They all want to meet the woman of my dreams." 

"
He-le-na! He-le-na!
" The crowd began clapping in unison and chanting her name. 

She stood for a few more moments, but the chanting never relented. Defiantly, she strode out onto the stage toward Torsten, her expression still stony. Immediately the chanting turned to wild, high-pitched cheers. 

Torsten knew she wasn't a fan of being in the spotlight, but he had to do it like this. The crowd and the stage were as much a part of him as his right arm. She understood that. 

He leaned in to kiss her, and she obliged, to the cheers and wolf whistles growing louder. Torsten even heard a few "
Aww
"s. 

"What are you up to, sly devil?" He couldn't hear her over the noise, but watched her lips mouth the words. 

He brought the microphone up to his mouth again, and felt like his heart would beat its way out of his chest.

"I can write about death, depression and pain. Over the past year, I've tried to write love songs for you. But I can't. Because my love for you is greater than any words in any language can describe." 

Helena's face softened into a smile. This time, a definite "
Awwww....
" murmured up from the crowd.

She mouthed, "I love you, too," but sassily placed a hand on her hip. She knew that wasn't the reason why he brought her onstage. 

Torsten kept his gaze locked onto hers as he lowered one knee to the stage floor. That motion changed her demeanor completely. Her eyebrows shot up and her mouth dropped in shock. She covered her mouth with her hands in that stereotypical "Oh my God!" fashion. 

With one hand, he fished the ring box from his pocket. The crowd was going wild again and he vaguely realized how many flashes were going off from people's phones. 

With his thumb, he deftly opened the box to reveal a stunning engagement ring. The entire platinum band was covered in glittering diamonds. The center diamond was wrapped in an intricate swirling design, covered with even more small diamonds. 

"Helena Forss, will you marry me?" 

Tears trickled from her eyes as she kept her mouth covered with her hands. She didn't respond for long enough to make his heart begin sinking. 

Would she actually say no? Did he go too far with bringing her onstage? 

"SAY YES! SAY YES!" the crowd chanted. 

Finally, she wiped her tears and motioned for him to give her microphone. The entire hall immediately fell into a tense silence.

"Yes, Torsten Rask," she said. "Of course I'll marry you." 

The crowd erupted as Torsten leaped to his feet and slid the ring onto Helena's finger. He kissed her deeply, hungrily, knowing he'd never be able to get enough of this strong, gorgeous, pain-in-his-ass woman for the rest of his life. His heart still felt ready to burst but this time, out of joy rather than fear.

Helena broke the kiss and brought the microphone to her mouth again. "While we're here, there's something I want you and everyone to know as well."