My Rock #8 (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #8) (6 page)

He sat down next to me and as he kissed me, he ran
his hands across my chest, teasing my hard nipples with the palms of his hands
and stopping to cup a breast before running them over my belly. Then he’d run
them back up and use his thumb and forefinger to pinch and pull and circle my
engorged nipples. While he did that, he draped one leg across my lap and used
his hard calf to part my legs open. He kept at my nipples with one hand and he
let the other hand travel south and begin stroking the inner parts of my
already wet thighs. I groaned and pulled my legs further apart to allow him
full access to my hot, wet pussy.

I moaned out his name as his fingers gently touched
my lips, teasing me at first and then allowing one to slip briefly between them
and stroke my clit. I gasped and he smiled at me. “You like that, baby?”

“I love that,” I told him. He leaned forward and
kissed me, this time slipping a finger all the way inside while stroking my
swollen clit with his thumb. He drew circles around it while I wiggled and
squirmed and writhed all over the soft suede. As I got wetter and more excited,
he slid another finger inside. He began working them in and out as I moved my
hips up and down. I was groaning loudly now, thankful for the soundproof room.
I was so wet it felt like I’d came three times already, and I hadn’t even had
one orgasm yet. I was ready; I always was when Tristan touched me. He fucked me
hard and fast with his fingers, slipping in a third after a while. I was crying
out, yelling out his name and he knew I was on the brink. That was when he
slipped his fingers out.

I think I growled. “Why?” I pleaded.

He grinned again. “I don’t want you to come yet. I
want to make it last. I want you to be desperate for it.”

I knew he was right, I’d enjoy it more if it took
longer. My body was shaking, though, and my pussy wasn’t convinced that waiting
was the right thing to do. Trying to offer her a little distraction, I slid
myself out from underneath him and slid down his body to the floor. I let my
lips and tongue glide across his hot skin, causing him to shiver and groan. I
let my tongue graze his twitching cock and found his balls with it instead. I
sucked them into my mouth, first one at a time, and then both. It was his turn
to cry out and I felt the muscles in his thighs grow as hard as steel.

I slid my mouth back up to the head of his cock. I
flicked out my tongue and licked off the glistening pearl of pre-cum there
before covering the head with my mouth. I licked around it, savoring it until
all at once I needed more. I opened my mouth and my throat and took in his
entire length. Once it hit the back of my throat I began to suck hard. I had
his balls in my hand, rolling them between my fingers as I sucked him and ran
my tongue along his length. He was groaning and moaning loudly as his hips
bucked up and down, rhythmically, fucking my mouth. I did that until I felt him
tense and shake and then I pulled the same stunt on him that he did on me; I
pulled my hand and my mouth away at the same time and looked up at him with a
grin.

“Fuck, baby!” He said, pulling my body up to cover
his. We kissed again, passionately, as our hands touched and fondled every
curve of the other’s body. He lifted me up by my hips so that I was straddling
him and I rested my hands on the back of the couch behind him. He was so hard
that his cock was actually standing straight up, waiting for me to slide my
pussy down onto it. I looked into his eyes as I lowered myself down onto it. I
felt the head slip in and then the beginning of his shaft. Then, with one big
push he was deep inside of me and I pushed my pelvis down against his and let
the muscles in my pussy contract against his pulsating cock. I started slowly
pulling myself up until only his head was left inside of me and then I would
drop back down. He moved his hips up and down as I did, with his hands on my
hips guiding me in rhythm with him. His tongue traced my nipples and his lips
and teeth grazed gently, causing me to shiver. We started slow, but as we both
got more excited we began moving faster and faster with our skin slapping
together with each deep thrust. I was on the verge of orgasm when I felt his
body tensing again. I slid my hand down my abdomen and found my clit. I began
rubbing it furiously as he fucked me, turning us both on that much more. Within
seconds my whole body shivered and shook as I came in a rush of warm fluid that
covered both of our thighs. As soon as I did, I heard him let out a loud groan
and I felt his rush of cum, filling me up.

I let my body fall against his then, nothing between
us but a sheet of glistening sweat. I could feel his heart beating against the
rise and fall of his chest and I thought that my own heart might explode right
out of mine.

He had his arms across my back and he pulled me in
tighter, kissing the side of my face and running his hand down my back. We lay
like that until we were both breathing normally again, and then I felt his hand
come up and brush the hair that was glued with sweat to the side of my face back
behind my ear. He looked at me seriously then, not smile, no grin, no mockery
in his eyes and he said, “Thank you.”

I laughed and said, “Well, since it was your idea, I
should thank you.”

“Not for the sex, though that was as fucking amazing
as usual. But for everything else…our lives.”

I smiled and touched his face then, “You’re
welcome,” I said. He pulled me in for another kiss and then rolled me so that
my back was against the couch. I wasn’t surprised to see that he was already
hard again; the man was a machine sometimes. He kneeled across my legs and
slipped his cock back into me. He slid slowly in and out of me then as we held
onto each other tightly. The first time was sex, but this was making love. This
was what my amazingly sexy, talented husband did for me. He slid his hand down
across my breasts and nipples while he slid in and out of me…ending with his
fingers at the top of my mound. He found my clit and began to stroke it again
as he slid his magnificent cock in and out of me, slowly, deeply, excruciatingly
patient. Moans were escaping from my lips again and he groaned when I tightened
the muscles that were already wrapped tightly around his shaft. Then I pulled
one of my legs out and raised it up so that it was resting across his shoulder.
He could push in deeper now and I reached around and put my hands on the cheeks
of his ass, urging him to go faster and deeper.

“Oh, baby, that feels so fucking good,” I told him
as I felt the head of his cock hit the bottom of my pussy. He was still rubbing
my clit and he began rubbing it faster as he pushed into me deeper. “Oh god,
Tristan…I’m coming again, baby!”

“Me, too,” he forced out, sounding like he barely
had enough breath left inside of him to speak. He moved his fingers and began
to thrust into me wildly until we tensed, grunted and came in another wild rush
of hot fluid. When we’d both stopped shaking, I slid my leg back down and we
held each other again, shivering and gasping for air. I fucking loved that man!

CHAPTER
TWELVE

TRISTAN

When Elly and I at last finished shaking and were
able to breathe, she said, “I’m starving.”

I laughed. “
Me
too, baby.
I’m just not sure if I can get up off this couch or not.” She stood up then and
I looked at her. Even after five years, just looking at her naked body set mine
on fire. “Maybe we should do it one more time,” I said with a grin.

She bent down to pick up her clothes and said, “Maybe
later, at home. First, you’re going to feed me. I’m
gonna
get cleaned up.” I watched her sweet ass disappear into the bathroom before I
pulled myself up off the couch. I looked down and could see cum stains where
I’d been sitting. Grabbing a sweat towel from underneath the counter I did my
best to dry it up. “Did we ruin the suede?” Elly asked with a smile when she
came out of the bathroom.

“Nah, I wiped it up. It’ll be as good as new when it
dries—I hope.”

I went over and tried to kiss her again but she
moved her head away and said, “Nope, Casanova. Get dressed. I swear my insides
are eating themselves.”

I laughed at her dramatics, but I went into the
bathroom and washed up and got dressed. We straightened up a little more and
then turned off the lights in the studio and locked the door on our way out. It
was a warm, California night and I was glad we’d brought the bike. We both put
on our helmets and I drove the three blocks to
Elly’s
favorite restaurant in Burbank. It was the first place I took her after I
started getting paid and it held kind of a sentimental component for both of
us. It was the first time I’d really taken her out and paid for everything. I
hadn’t let her pay for anything since. It felt so good to finally be a man and
be able to take care of her for a change. I’d never even been able to take care
of myself before I met her, so I owed even that to her.

The restaurant was in the heart of the Burbank Media
District. It’s called Backstage Café and it sits along the front corner of the
Burbank credit union. It’s a favorite of the media crowd, but most importantly,
Elly loves it. It’s a sandwich shop, but a gourmet one with a long list of
sandwiches on homemade breads, soups, and pastries. The atmosphere is casual,
but nice at the same time. We took a table on the front patio since it was such
a nice evening and Elly ordered an iced tea and a Reuben sandwich. I got the
specialty turkey and their homemade soup, which is not even close to sex with
Elly but closely rivaled sex that I’d had with other women before her. The moon
was starting to come up behind the tall buildings and the hills in the distance.
There were gas burning
tiki
lamps set up around the
patio and it gave it a romantic feel.

“So, how do you feel about being on
The Dialogue
?” she asked me as we ate. Elly
was the only one who knew the absolute truth about me and my sobriety and my messed
up fucking family. I wasn’t planning on telling anyone else much other than I
was sober now. I had no desire to talk about my parents, to bad mouth them or
otherwise.

I shrugged, “You know I don’t like shit like that. I
wonder if they’ll let you go on with me. You’re part of the new CD, too. You
could do like you used to do with my therapist and field the hard questions for
me.”

She laughed, “I don’t think so. I’ll go with you,
but I’m more of a wait for my husband off-stage kind of girl.”

“That face and body were made for the stage baby,” I
told her.

She laughed again and said, “I’m glad you think so,
but no thank you. That’s your thing, and you do it well. Just flirt with all
the ladies and play to the crowd. They’ll love you.”

I smiled at her. I wasn’t afraid they wouldn’t like
me. Being with Elly had made me a better man, but it had only served to fuel
the already burning fire that was my massive ego. I just didn’t like all that
fake kiss-ass stuff you had to do when you were promoting a record. I would do
it…because I had to. I didn’t have to like it.

“You know,” I told her, “my biggest complaint is
that I’m not allowed to use the language I’m comfortable with.”

She smiled and said, “You’ll live. The show is only
a half hour long once they add in the commercials so your segment will be ten
or fifteen minutes. You need the practice.”

Her phone rang then and she pulled it out of her
purse and looked at the face of it. “It’s Susie,” she said.

I held out my hand and said, “Let me answer it.”

She handed it to me, but she said, “Be nice.”

“Hello?”

“Hey, Tristan, it’s Susie. Where’s Elly?”

“Mrs. Rodgers is enjoying dinner and time with her
sexy, god-like husband at the moment. Can I take a message?”

“Yeah, tell her to get her eyes checked if she thinks
her husband is sexy and god-like and tell her husband to put
her
the
fuck on the phone.”

I laughed and said, “You have a filthy mouth.”

“I know. I learned it from my old roommate’s loser
boyfriend.”

“He sounds kind of hot,” I said.

“Good, then you’ll be happy to go fuck yourself. Let
me talk to Elly.” Susie cracked me the fuck up. I handed the phone to Elly. I
heard her tell Susie to come by the house in the morning.

After she hung up I said, “What’s the emergency this
time?”

“It’s not always an emergency,” she said, defending
her friend.

“Only ninety-nine percent of the time,” I said with
a grin. “What does she need?”

“She has a job interview tomorrow. She wants to
borrow my coral sandals to wear with her coral skirt and tan blouse.”

“Coral?
Really?
You don’t think the tan pumps would have been
a better choice?”

Elly threw her napkin at me and said, “Shut up!”
with a laugh.

CHAPTER
THIRTEEN

ELLY

I was feeling completely satiated after we ate. I
had sex with the most incredible man in L.A—twice—and I’d just put away
three-quarters of the best Reuben sandwich in the world. I was a happy girl. I
slipped on the back of his bike once more, put on my helmet, and wrapped my
hands around his waist. Once he took off out of the parking lot, I let my hands
slide all the way around his middle and laid my head against his back. I closed
my eyes and, as we drove through the hustle and bustle of San Fernando Blvd., I
reveled in the feel of my body against his and the cool air in my face. He
pulled onto I-5 and pointed us in the direction of Orange County, where we
lived. After Tristan proposed, but before we’d gotten married, he had put a
down payment on this house we looked at once near Newport Beach. It’s one of
those houses that every time I walk into it, I had to practically pinch myself
as a reminder that I really live there and it’s not all a dream. First of all,
it’s right on the beach, which I liked and Tristan loved. He took a walk every
morning along the surf line and then in the evening, when we’re home, we took
one together. I loved watching the sun dip down into the ocean at night and
cast an orange glow across everything. Something about the ocean kept Tristan
calm, too. I don’t think we could ever live far from it.