One Night Stand with the Rockstar (With the Rockstar #1) (rockstar romance series) (5 page)

I
can touch her, she’ll let me.

 -if
she lets me

I
can hold her, she’ll want me.

 -if
she wants me

I
can see her, she’ll see me.

 -if
she sees me

I
can love her, she’ll love me.

 -if
she loves me

.8.

Jessica let out a cry, not caring.
She could only focus on the intense pressure between her legs. The six months
since someone touched her suddenly felt like a lifetime. And as far as how long
had it been since someone actually pleasured her... it had been way too long to
keep track.

With just one finger, Slader moved
up and back, gliding along the curve of Jessica’s most sexual and sensitive
spot. He added pressure and another finger. Jessica could feel it... she could
feel his fingers between her legs. Pushing against her jeans, into her panties,
into her body itself. Her tender skin was so wet, her soft folds desperate to
open and allow Slader into her.

Slader pushed with his left hand,
sending Jessica forward a little. She hit the piano keys, sour notes colliding.
Slader’s hand between her legs kept moving, faster by the second, demanding her
to come. His body was still against hers, pushing harder. As Jessica tried to
breathe, it started to become difficult. She was pinned against a piano, Slader
touching her, growling in her ear, commanding her body’s sexual needs. This was
actually happening. It was finally happening. Jessica releasing herself to
Slader. Allowing him to touch her. Allowing him to have her. There was no
stopping this now. It was a fantasy come to life for Jessica. Maybe for Slader
too…

“Come,” Slader said. “Prove it to
me. You want to fuck a rockstar? Is that what you want? They come for me, right
now.”

Jessica whimpered and bent her
knees as everything began to mount. Her muscles tightened and Slader held his
ground. His hand was between her legs, pushing up as hard as he could. It wasn’t
just about the pressure anymore. It was about force. It was about command. With
each passing second, Jessica succumbed to Slader more and more. Everything now
made sense. Everything now had a purpose. His touch would be her desire. The
taste of his mouth, his body, still foreign, would become her want. The thrust
of his body into her would become her want.

For one night.

It was something Jessica had tried
to promise herself. Just one night. One night with Alex Slader, the hottest
rockstar in the world. One night with him... anywhere he wanted her, anything
he wanted to give her. And anything he wanted in return. The thought made
Jessica desperate everywhere, her mouth and lips were eager and hungry. She
wanted to taste Slader’s skin, muscles, and sex. Her fingertips shivered with
excitement, wanting to explore all of him.

“Come for me,” Slader said as he
placed his lips to Jessica’s earlobe. He kissed and then he nibbled, almost
romantic. Then his teeth clamped and pulled
.
So dominating.

Jessica let out a cry and her body
began to shake.

“Yes,” Slader said. “I’m commanding
you to come. Right now.”

Slader added more pressure, more
force between Jessica’s legs. She felt her panties moving against her burning
center, welcoming the orgasm. The moment she began to come, Slader took his
hand away. As though he were some kind of perfectionist, as though he had
mastered Jessica’s body without ever meeting her or touching her before.

Slader placed his hands on her hips
and held her as she came. He rocked her left to right, slowly, allowing the
orgasm to keep going. Jessica’s panties had become too wet; they were thin and
stuck between her gentle folds. They also pulled, rubbing at her clitoris.
Everything Slader did was perfect. Perfect and dripping with a sexual intensity
that Jessica never knew could exist.

The aching and throbbing continued.
What she really wanted - needed - was for Slader to be inside her. To thrust at
her, to keep the pleasure going.

But he wasn’t.

And he wouldn’t.

“Don’t move when I let you go,”
Slader said.

Jessica nodded. There was no option
to talk, not yet.

Slader’s touch left and when it
returned, Jessica felt something touch her wrist. She looked and it wasn’t
Slader’s strong hand.

It was handcuffs.

Jessica wasn’t sure whether to cry
for pleasure or help.

Handcuffs?

Jessica had never been in handcuffs
in her life. She’d never been in trouble that warranted handcuffs.

She looked back and saw the burning
look in Slader’s eyes. There was something deeper happening. It was the same
kind of look he gave her the other night, right before she left. It was the
look that scared her but kept her mind spinning ever since.

“Slader...”

“You’re going to understand
everything,” Slader said. “But first, I can’t lose you. I’ve waited so long for
you to come...”

The handcuffs clicked around
Jessica’s wrist and then he cuffed the other side to the leg of the piano.
Jessica watched in awe, knowing she wouldn’t be able to move the piano. She
wouldn’t be able to lift it. She wouldn’t be able to get out of the position in
which she found herself. Then again, would she leave?

She turned around, her left hand
handcuffed to the piano. Slader stood a few feet away, smiling.

No,
Jessica told herself.

No, she wouldn’t leave. She’d wait,
even without the cuffs.

Because she wanted her night with
Slader. She wanted to experience Ashes in Vain and Alex Slader.

“Now you’ll get the experience
you’ve wanted,” Slader said. “I’m not a normal man, Jessica. I’m not a normal
rockstar. I am... everything. And if you obey me, you’ll experience
everything.”

Slader stepped forward and kissed
Jessica’s forehead.

Slader left the room, shutting the
door and locking it. Jessica’s nerves were aroused, and she started to shake.
She tried to sit down, but that was a terrible idea. Sitting in the wet mess
Slader created only made Jessica moan, wanting him back. Wanting more of him,
from him.

As her breathing started to calm,
she listened to the sounds of the crowd. Music had been playing and the crowd
had been enjoying it, but they wanted Alex Slader. That’s what they came for.
What they paid for.

And when Alex Slader took the
stage, Jessica knew.

The explosion of cheers shook the
building.

Then she heard Slader’s voice.

“Welcome... welcome... we’re here
to share an experience tonight. We’re locked together, aren’t we?”

Jessica swallowed.

Was Slader talking to the crowd or
to her?

“We’re here to experience
something... now, let me take control of you... for one night.”

The crowd cheered and the band
began to play.

For
one night.

That’s all Jessica wanted right
then.

She could do it.

Just one night with Alex Slader.

She’d have her story to write.
She’d have her ultimate fantasy to hold in her heart forever.

Just
one night.

I’ve
never. I have. I’ve won. I’ve lost. I have.

.9.

Carrie licked her teeth and
checked. There was no lipstick on her teeth.

Perfect.

She checked her dress, a tight red
dress with diamond accents that would make her sparkle from the second she’d
walk into the restaurant and take on another job John wanted her to do. As per
the contract, of course.

Once the job was completed, she’d
be paid and John would take her to his place and have sex with her. Intense,
wild sex, where they’d go move for move. Those were the nights when Carrie
couldn’t get enough of John. Other times she didn’t care so much about sex with
John. He took care of himself either, leaving Carrie on her own or to use one of
the few times in the contract she could command their sex.

But she had used one the night
before.

Carrie checked her phone, made sure
she had the address and directions, then left the apartment. When the door
clicked shut, she thought about Jessica. There had been a look in Jessica’s
eyes when she left the apartment. A look that almost made Carrie jealous. It
was a look of complete submission, as though Jessica was going to leave, run
into the arms of Alex Slader, and never come back.

Of course, Carrie didn’t believe
that Jessica would be gone forever.

Alex Slader was a rockstar. She
knew how rockstars acted. She had some history with rockstars, including a
couple of guys that played with Ashes in Vain. Again, these were all secrets
Carrie had to keep. Her contractual obligations went far and with the last page
of the contract looming... she just needed to hold on tight and wait.

Bide her time.

Finish this job first.

Reap her rewards.

Enjoy her life.

A cab waited out front and Carrie
climbed into the back. The arrangements were already made. Carrie didn’t have
to say a word to the cab driver, nor did she have to tip the man when he
dropped her at the restaurant. The cab would remain in the close vicinity for
when Carrie would leave the restaurant accompanied by someone.

She entered the restaurant and
looked around. She spotted John and
the
client
. That’s what John referred to everyone as. As though they
were really important people. This guy much older than Carrie, that was the
first thing she noticed. The second thing was the shirt. Top two buttons undone
after a long day of work. The bags under his eyes suggesting to Carrie he
worked long hours. Hours that he probably didn’t need to put in, but did out of
his own sanity.

Carrie loved it.

The seduction of men. And what she
got in return. The truest high of it all was listening to Jessica tell her
stories of writing about rock bands. About tough rockstars. Bad boys. Wild men.

Carrie knew it all and had seen it
all.

She sat at the bar and ordered a
martini, gently sipping it, waiting for the sign from John. It came about five
minutes later when John stepped up to the bar to order drinks for him and
the client.

“Hello,” John said with a wicked
smile.

Carrie had to play. She always had
to play. Sometimes John - according to the contract - made her play this game
at the apartment. Pretending they were different people... different voices,
ways to flirt, fantasies...

“How’s your night?” Carrie asked,
sounding seductive.

“Better now,” John said.

He turned and leaned against the
bar, facing
the client
.

“Thomas,” John said. “Or just Mr.
Thomas. That’s all that matters.”

“I like a man that can unbutton his
shirt after a long day of work,” Carrie said. “Hope he has some energy for me.”

“I’m sure he does,” John said. “Why
don’t I put a good word in for you?”

“That would be great.”

Carrie looked over her shoulder and
smiled at Thomas. He smiled back. Typical businessman, worried about the
thickness of the wad of cash in his pocket instead of his cock.

But it worked.

It always worked.

John took money from his pocket and
paid for the drinks. He gave Jessica money too, all part of the act. He then
walked away. That was the signal for five minutes. In that time, he’d explain
to Thomas that he’d paid for something extra for Thomas. After a long negotiation
- one that went in Thomas’s favor - John would give one last peace offering.

And a man like Thomas wouldn’t
resist a woman like Carrie.

Once the five minutes were up,
Carrie stood from the bar and walked towards Thomas. John was standing at the
table and patted Thomas on the shoulder.

“Have a great night,” John said.
“Keep me in mind if you ever change your mind.”

“It’s a deal,” Thomas said.

His eyes were on Carrie.

Eyeing her body, the fantasies
already alive.

Carrie took a seat and reached for
Thomas’s hand.

“What’s her name?” she whispered.

“Who?”

“Your wife,” Carrie said. “I need
to know her name.”

“Why?” Thomas asked.

“So I know who to be jealous of...
when you’re fucking me...”

Thomas smiled and took a breath.

“You’re something already,” he
said.

“Do you have a room anywhere
nearby?”

“No.”

“No secret hideouts?”

“My office,” Thomas said.

“That’s okay,” Carrie said. “I come
prepared. We can sneak away. After you buy me another drink.”

“Of course, love. Anything you
want.”

And just like that Carrie had him.
Love.
She wondered if
he called his wife that. If he did, it was probably out of necessity to keep
the woman happy. That wasn’t Carrie’s worry or care, she had a job to do.

She stood from the table, making
sure to lean towards Thomas to show cleavage. She wished she had Jessica’s
chest size but that was an investment neither she or John wanted to make.

“Are you leaving me already?”
Thomas said.

“Just to powder my nose,” Carrie
said. She smiled and Thomas nodded.

She was sure that
powder my nose
meant
something different to Thomas. Especially the way his own nose twitched. He
could do that crazy shit on his own time. Right then, Carrie had to stay
focused. She had a two drink maximum for her projects and the purpose of going
to the bathroom was to get some water and prepare for what she needed to do.

This was a simple night actually.
She wouldn’t have to sleep with anyone. All she needed was her smile, charm,
and her camera. Plus a drunk Thomas, ready to make a life changing decision.