One Night Stand with the Rockstar (With the Rockstar #1) (rockstar romance series) (7 page)

“She did something stupid,” Jessica
whispered. “She hated her life. So she took it.”

Slader closed his eyes and shook
his head. “Fuck.”

“That’s about right,” Jessica said.
“She was my best friend and then she was gone. I turned to music for comfort.
It brought me out of hell so I decided to follow music.”

Slader gripped Jessica’s hand tight.
With his free hand he touched her face. His fingertips guided along her cheek,
her jaw, down her neck. He licked his lips and stared at her.

“That’s why you’re here,” Slader
said. “Your time is still counting. That’s why you’re here. Come here, Jessica,
come to me.”

Jessica hesitated for a second, but
Slader’s hands quickly moved to her sides and pulled her. His strength was
intense and he actually lifted her, positioning Jessica right on top of him.
Her hands gripped the back of the leather couch as she let out a whimper.

“I’m going to taste your pain,”
Slader said. “And then show you everything you’ll ever need.”

His hands touched the bottom of
Jessica’s shirt and he slowly placed his hands to her bare skin.

Jessica shivered and moaned.

She
weeps, silently, her eyes hazed but still perfect. Her hands are small but
purposeful. They touch. They mold. They change everything. They’ve changed me.
They’ll change the world. Sometimes she weeps out loud; she doesn’t know I
know. I can hear her tiny voice echoing. I love her for it. I want to touch
her. I want to tell her she’s okay. But I can’t lie... are we okay?

.11.

The feelings rushing through Alex
Slader were intense. The whiskey raging through his veins and into his soul only
helped to fuel memories. The whiskey didn’t mask anything. It just made life
that much better right then.

Jessica’s body was against his. He
was thick and hard and he knew Jessica could feel it. His hands touched her
bare skin, at her stomach. His left hand slid up and his fingers sought comfort
against Jessica’s ribs. His thumb moved up and down her ribs, tickling Jessica.
He enjoyed watching her squirm, fighting the urge to laugh from being tickled
yet embracing the urge to be sexually satisfied.

Hearing Jessica’s quick story of
death and pain made the connection stronger. The moment he saw Jessica was the
moment everything began to make sense. The past two shows were beautiful shows.
Slader felt alive on stage. The band played better. The crowd responded louder.
Everything felt okay.

Slader’s right hand turned and
flicked at the button on Jessica’s pants. The button opened and Slader had the
access he wanted. To feel her delicious wetness and smell her desire. His
fingers gently moved into Jessica’s panties. She jumped a little and with his
left hand still at her ribs, Slader kept Jessica in place. There was no way she
was moving.

No
way.

Slader wouldn’t allow it. And if
Jessica dared, right then, he’d have to handcuff her again. He couldn’t lose
her. It was bad enough he tempted himself, Jessica, and fate by letting her out
of the handcuffs already. Not to mention sending her out of the room. But that
was much needed... because when Jessica had left the room, Alex Slader wept. He
wasn’t afraid of his feelings but he cared more about his power and command. To
show himself partially broken would be showing a weakness that nobody knew
about.

The weakness of his heart.

Of how fast he could fall and never
return.

His fingertips touched smooth skin.
His fingers tingled with anticipation and at the first touch of the moist cure
of Jessica’s body, Slader thrust up. His cock ached for Jessica to look at him,
touch him, suck him. To have Jessica on him, with him inside her.

With just his middle finger, he
slid along Jessica’s wet folds, opening them. Her labia felt so tender, so wet.
It made Slader’s mouth water. He envisioned suckling on Jessica, tasting her.

Soon, yes. He would.

His finger moved all the way along
Jessica’s body, to the end of her sex and beyond. He dared to touch her
elsewhere because he could and Jessica wouldn’t deny him. Her other hole, much
tighter, puckered against his wet touch, and Slader moaned. He wanted Jessica
in every way possible. He wanted to touch her, love her, and fuck her everywhere.
His finger came back to Jessica’s pussy, now stopping at her hole. He circled
the warm rim of her sex and then penetrated her. With one finger, one time,
just to feel her warm insides. To feel her throb against his finger.

“Jessica,” Slader whispered.
“You’re so fucking tight... when was the last time?”

Jessica shook her head. The look on
her face was intense. She looked ready to come again. Already.

Slader pushed his finger up into
her harder, deeper.

Jessica cried out.

“Tell me,” Slader commanded. “When
was the last time?”

Jessica opened her mouth as Slader
slid his finger from her. She let out a long breath as he did so. Slader
retreated with his fingers, spreading Jessica’s innocent moisture along her
smooth, shaved skin, all the way to her stomach. He then gripped her with both
hands, at her ribs, waiting for her answer.

“Jessica...”

“Six months,” Jessica said.

“Six months?” Slader asked. “Fuck.”

“Even then... it wasn’t... like
this...”

Slader looked at Jessica and he
knew he needed to start slowly. To work her into everything. So as much as
Slader hated to neglect Jessica’s tender core, he needed to for the moment.

His hands touched Jessica’s shirt
again. He lifted his hands, forcing Jessica to lift her hands. Her shirt gently
moved from her body, her hair pulling up and then letting go. The sight of her
soft, delicate skin, left Slader starving for her body. For her sex. He touched
her shoulders and then the straps of her bra. His fingers followed her straps 
down to her chest. Her breasts were contained by the black silk cloth of her
bra. Slader leaned forward and kissed just above Jessica’s chest.

She moaned.

The tip of his tongue flickered and
slowly slid between the cleavage line of Jessica’s chest.

Yes.

Jessica moaned again.

Slader reached to Jessica’s back
and unhooked her bra. He kissed her harder and faster at her chest, moving up
towards her throat. Jessica put her head back and her arms down. She let Slader
take her bra off, not that she would have had a choice. Slader dropped the bra
to the floor and touched her skin again, just under her breasts. His heart
raced like it hadn’t done in years.

In years.

The time of rock n’ roll had
brought him any and all women he could have ever desired. Women who served to
please him and nothing else. Women who would literally do anything to provide
Slader with pleasure.

But the difference was that those
women weren’t Jessica.

And the thought blew Slader’s mind
away.

Something about Jessica was just...

Everything.

His hands moved up, touching Jessica’s
heavy breasts. He cupped both her breasts and squeezed. The hardness of her
nipples touching his warm palms. His hands moved back down and Slader took his
mouth from Jessica’s neck.  She still had her head back, breathing fast,
sighing and moaning together.

Slader looked at Jessica’s chest.

Her creamy breasts.

Her thick nipples.

His fingers couldn’t help
themselves as he touched her. With all ten of his fingers, he ran by her
nipples one finger at a time. He watched Jessica jump. Listened to her moan.

His left hand cupped her right
breast. His right fingers continued to touch Jessica’s left breast. Using his
pointer finger and thumb, he began to test Jessica’s nipple. He felt like he’d
been waiting his whole life for this. For Jessica.

And in many ways he had been
waiting for her.

He pulled at her nipple, rolling it
between his fingers, feeling Jessica’s reaction. She pushed her body harder to
his. As she grinded against Slader, his cock throbbed, wanting more of Jessica.

When he couldn’t take anymore, he
came forward and gently kissed her left breast. He kissed around her nipple
with soft kisses and then at her nipple, he flicked her with the tip of his
tongue. She let out a long groan and Slader felt his wildest urges coming to
life.

He opened his mouth and let his
warm breath spread across her chest. He watched her nipple, inches from his
mouth, and he let out a groan of his own. As he slowly engulfed Jessica’s soft
breast into his mouth, his left hand released its grip on Jessica’s right breast
and slid down her body to her waist. There he gripped her, holding her tight to
his body.

He sucked on Jessica, wanting more
in his mouth than he could take. He pulled back and let his tongue swirl around
her nipple, savoring its warm, soft taste. With a popping sound, he came off
her nipple and stared at it. With his saliva covering her breast, it glistened
against the light.

Slader moved to Jessica’s other
breast, offering the same sensual attention it needed. He then added his teeth,
rubbing against her nipple, feeling her reaction.

Slader took his mouth from her
chest and then cupped her breasts with both hands. That’s when Jessica looked
down at Slader.

He was beautiful. Perfect and
innocent. She moved her hands from the top of the couch to Slader’s shoulders,
holding him.

“You taste amazing,” Slader said.
“I want more.”

“Have more,” Jessica said.
“Please...”

Slader looked down, admiring
Jessica’s tight body. He wanted to tear everything off her. Everything. He
wanted her naked. His wanted his tongue everywhere on her body.

“We can’t here,” Slader said. “When
I start this, Jessica, I won’t stop. Nothing will ever stop me.”

“Please,” Jessica begged.

Slader’s hands massaged Jessica’s
chest. She rubbed against him, hard but slow. Each time she moved, Slader felt
his body wanting to come. He resisted the urge to do so though, wanting to save
everything for Jessica.

“We’re going to go someplace
special,” Slader said. “Somewhere I’ve never shared before.”

“Yes,” Jessica said.

“You have your story, don’t you?”

Jessica nodded.

“Your story about the show. The
band. The meaning and purpose. How it feels to be there... to hear the show,
Jessica.”

“I have it all,” Jessica said.

Slader took his hands from
Jessica’s chest.

Her breasts were full and in need
of more attention. Everything about Jessica needed attention.

“The rest of this night,” Slader
said, “is for you...”

Waste… away… away… the waste…
away… waste… away…

.12.

Carrie eyed Thomas and his eyes. He
had kind eyes actually. The kind of eyes that told her his life had gotten a
little out of control. Too many wants, ignoring his needs, biting off more than
he could chew at every turn. He enjoyed power. He enjoyed his success. But he
feared losing money and respect. It was everything Carrie could pick up on
while talking to him for close to an hour.

She let Thomas drink and talk.

He spoke of the land that John
wanted to buy. He wouldn’t give it up out of pure spite. He thought he could be
the one to develop the land. To create condos and make a fortune at it. To show
up everyone who had ever doubted him before.

“I don’t doubt you,” Carrie said.

She kept her smile because she knew
the night was close to being over.

She had a couple more tricks up her
sleeve and then it would be done.

“You don’t know much about me,”
Thomas said.

“That’s because sitting at a table
isn’t intimate enough. Is it?”

Thomas looked around. “I guess
not.”

“Then come with me.”

Carrie stood up. She kept the power
by making the first moves. That was the easiest way to do it. If Thomas didn’t
care to follow, it didn’t matter. He’d stare at her. He’d watch her start to
walk away and know he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t give up the opportunity.
After spilling his guts for so long, he wanted comfort.

Carrie put her hand out and Thomas
took it.

He struggled to stand thanks to all
his drinks. The scotch had begun to rock his world but Carrie knew that Thomas
had no idea what
rock his
world
meant. Just wait until the morning.

Carrie tried to turn but Thomas
stopped her.

“This is... quiet, right?” he
asked.

Carrie touched Thomas’s face. “Of
course it is. I want to make you happy, Thomas. Everything you’ve said tells me
something is missing. Let me fill you... or you fill me...”

Thomas smiled and nodded.

“Thank you,” Thomas said. “I need
tonight. Just one night.”

“Sometimes that’s all it takes to
change our lives, isn’t it?”

Carrie felt sexy and poetic.

She led the way with Thomas,
holding his hand. She led him to the elevator and they rode it up to the tenth
floor. The floor where John always kept a room available, for circumstances
such as this. Carrie got him to the room and before the door could click shut,
she grabbed Thomas by his shirt and pulled him towards her. She kept him at a
very small distance, the lingering need to be kissed floating around them.

“I want to tear your shirt off,”
Carrie whispered.

“Do it,” Thomas said. “Please.”

Carried used both hands and pulled.
The buttons on Thomas’s expensive shirt weren’t a match for her. The buttons
popped open, almost all at once. They scattered, some of them hitting the
walls, and Carrie put her hands to Thomas’s body. It was nothing like John’s
body but Carrie had to play it off. She had to pretend Thomas had the greatest
body of all time.

“Touch me,” Carrie whispered.

“Where?”

“Wherever you want to touch me,”
Carrie said. “Just hurry... I want to be touched.”

Thomas’s hands shook with fear.
Carrie sensed the fear and she backed away from him. She backed into the wall,
purposely hitting it hard. She bent her knees and spread her legs.

“I’m desperate for you,” Carrie
said. “Oh, Thomas...”

Carrie lifted her dress. She pulled
it all the way up to show off her hot pink thong. The thin line of cloth that
kept her from being exposed to Thomas now became his focus.

“Where do you want to touch me?” Carrie
asked. “Here?” She placed her pointer finger between her legs.

Thomas groaned and wobbled left to
right, drunk as hell.

“Or here?”

Carrie touched her chest, cupping
her breast over her dress.

“Both,” Thomas said, smiling.

“Both?” Carrie asked. “Oh, Thomas,
I was hoping you’d say that. Come here. Touch me. Touch me where I’m aching to
be touched. Yes.”

Thomas stepped forward and smiled.
His eyes and hands were syncing up by the second. All Carrie could do was wait.
The second Thomas’s hand touched her breast (Carrie was thankful Thomas went
there first instead of somewhere else), the door to the hotel room opened and
in walked John.

With a camera.

A few clicks later, Carrie smiled
and looked at John.

This
was a job well done.