Rock Idol (Reality With a Twist Series) (13 page)

Rick
seemed taken aback by the vehemence of her tone. “I didn’t—”

“You
promise me!” Ember snapped at him. “You don’t make any excuses! You don’t
compromise! You sure as hell don’t give up! You go out there and sing for me
and show Mitch and Fawn and all of America
just what it takes to be a rock star!”

“But…”

Rick
really didn’t believe her, Ember realized. How could she have failed to see it?
All of these weeks he’d been working so hard to survive, but he’d never really
seen himself in the winner’s circle. She needed to do something to show him he
was wrong! She needed to support him the way he kept supporting her through her
troubles with Fawn.

She
grabbed him by both ears and pulled her face down close to hers. “If that
doesn’t make any sense to you, then you listen to this! I want you, Rick
Rogers! You’re a talented, sexy, incredible man! And one thing I’ve learned
over the years is not to waste my time on losers. You understand what I’m
telling you? If I didn’t think you could win this I wouldn’t waste my time with
you!”

“Ember?”

She
kissed him hard. It actually took a moment before Rick kissed her back, but
when he did it was with force, passion and rapidly growing confidence. His hand
found her breast and squeezed it deliciously for the very first time, fondling
the soft globe through her dress and bra before tracing the contours of her
hard nipple with the ball of his thumb.

She
wasn’t quite certain when she lost control. She hadn’t intended to kiss Rick
again, much less run her hand across his chest and feel the muscles beneath his
t-shirt. His lips remained locked on hers but his hands were roaming just as
hers were. They touched her breasts, her sides, her rear end and pulled at her
skirt. Just as she kept touching his chest, his hips, his tight exciting ass.

She
fell back into her chair and Rick followed her, still standing, still kissing,
one hand on her cheek while the other resumed exploring her breast.

She
got her fingers under his t-shirt, feeling muscles that were even better than
she’d expected, encouraging her to discover more. His lips finally broke free
of hers but only so he could kiss his way south, nibbling wetly at her throat
while his hands began to fiddle with the buttons of her blouse. A small sane
part of her mind knew that she should stop him, but then her blouse was
suddenly open and Rick buried his face in her cleavage while his hands cupped
her breasts together.

He
was using both thumbs now and her nipples strained back against the pressure.
His tongue explored the delicate line formed by the edge of her lacey bra,
patiently tickling her when she wanted him sucking hard on her pebbled tit.

To
encourage him, she reached up behind herself and unfastened the bra strap. Rick
pulled it off in one eager motion and his lips and tongue finally discovered
her thick nipple and pulled it into his mouth.

Ember
wrapped her arms around his head, holding him tight while his lips sent shocks
of pleasure jolting through her breast. His hands began to roam again,
abandoning her breasts to caress her tight stomach, searching the waist of her
skirt for the zipper.

She
pulled at his t-shirt, ripping it up and off and tossing it across the room.
She tried to push him back so she could admire his chest but Rick was far too
involved in his love affair with her nipples to permit anything to come between
them just now.

He
found the zipper behind her and inexpertly began to worry at the little hidden
hooks which held the top fast. When he failed to quickly slip it free, he
finally abandoned her glistening breast and worked his lips and tongue down her
stomach as he continued to fumble with her clothing.

Ember
kept her fingers in his hair, half guiding him, half preparing to end this bout
of insanity.

Rick
suddenly remembered that skirts are open at one end. He pushed the tight fabric
up around her waist, uncovering her black silk panties. He knelt before her,
pulling the crotch to the side as he opened her dark lips for the very first
time.

She
felt moist and creamy and the touch of the cool air caressing her made her
shiver. Then Rick was opening her up and breathing lightly into her depths. Her
lungs froze with the rest of her body—paralyzed as she waited to feel what he
would do next.

His
head bobbed lower and the tip of his tongue touched her wetness.

Air
exploded back into Ember’s body as she bent nearly double, instinctively
pulling Rick’s face harder against her pussy.

It
was all the encouragement he needed. His lips latched on to her lower ones and
his tongue thrust deep inside her and Ember clamped her mouth tight to dampen
the scream bursting forth with her orgasm.

She
moved from bent double to back arching outward in half a second flat. Her groin
thrust out into Rick’s face. Her fist leapt to her mouth, filling it with her
knuckles to help her choke back the noise.

Apparently
unaware of the danger, Rick kept sucking, twisting his mouth on her labia while
he thrust deep inside her with his tongue. His fingers dug into her ass,
steering her bucking hips so that her pussy stayed tight against him.

Her
free hand found his head again, but whether she was trying to push him away or
pull him in even tighter, she couldn’t tell for sure. Her fingers clenched
tight in his sexy blonde hair, riding his head as he rode her gyrating pussy up
and down.

His
mouth slid upward, pushing her silk panties out of the way so that his lips
could find her swollen little clitoris and get Ember’s body really revving.

While
Ember tried to catch her breath again, Rick opened up his tight jeans and
pulled out his cock. He was bigger than she’d expected and very,
very
hard. He guided the bulbous head of his thick erection to the wet folds of her
labia and rubbed himself up and down the length of her lips. Above her, Rick’s
excited face glistened with those same juices.

Still
leaning back on the chair with her hips perched precariously on the edge of the
seat, Ember spread her legs a little wider for Rick, wondering what it would
feel like to have a truly large cock inside her again. Ned had been big like
this, and once she’d gotten past the initial stretching, she’d loved the tight
friction of flesh on flesh. It wasn’t quite as nice with the condom, but—the
condom!
They couldn’t have sex without a condom!

She
got her hand down between his cock and her pussy. “Rick, sweetie, we need a
condom.”

Rick
took a step back looking confused and disoriented. “What?”

“A
condom, sweetie,” Ember repeated. “You need to wear a condom.” Ember had the
bad habit of forgetting to take her pill a couple of times a month and that
just wasn’t something you could fool around with when you were having sex with
someone.

Rick
took another step back. “Damn! I never expected us to do this. I don’t have
one. Aren’t you on the-”

Ember
simply shook her head rather than admit that she didn’t always remember to take
it regularly. She wasn’t the only woman who had memory problems where the pill
was concerned but she didn’t want to explain that to Rick. Besides, it wouldn’t
be a problem if he’d thought to bring a condom.

He
took another step back. “Damn! I, um,
damn!
I’m really sorry, Ember.
I…don’t suppose you have one in your purse?”

She
laughed. “Those days are long gone. Sorry!”

Feeling
suddenly uncomfortable with her nakedness, she pulled herself upright in the
seat, draped her blouse more modestly over her breasts and straightened out her
skirt over her thighs.

Rick
shook his head, a rueful half-grin on his face. “Damn! I’m an idiot, aren’t I?”

“Well,
we really didn’t expect this to happen,” Ember reminded him.

“I,
um,
damn!
I guess we should get dressed again,” Rick said. His dick was
still hard in front of him as he reached down and pulled up his jeans.

Ember
got out of her chair and crouched down to pick her panties up from the floor.
The whole situation had turned awkward and uncomfortable. “Yes, I think we
should. We really shouldn’t have done this anyway. I don’t know what I was
thinking.”

Rick
immediately stepped close to her and pulled her back up into his arms. “Don’t
say that, Ember! Please, don’t ever say that. What we just did was beautiful
and exciting and if I wasn’t such a totally unprepared idiot, we’d still be
loving each other right now.”

As
he leaned in to kiss her again, Ember suddenly remembered Fawn and the dressing
room door. “Oh, my God, we
are
idiots! The door is unlocked.” She looked
around wildly for a moment. “You better get your shirt on! I’ll get dressed in
the bathroom.”

Without
another word, she hurried into the bathroom and began to dress herself: panties,
skirt, blouse—where the hell was her bra?

A
rapid knock on the main dressing room door interrupted Ember’s thoughts,
followed immediately by the sound of the door opening.

Ember
froze. If Rick had carried a condom in his wallet he’d be pumping away inside
of her right now in plain sight of whoever had just entered the room.

“Hi,
Gina,” Rick said. “Ember’s in the bathroom. I think something she ate for lunch
must have disagreed with her.”

“I
hope she’s okay,” Gina Hartley’s voice was crystal clear as she strode deeper
into the room. “Fawn said she didn’t seem like herself when they spoke
earlier.”

Fawn!
Ember cursed silently. And to think,
even forewarned, she’d almost been stupid enough to give the bitch the opening
she needed to get Ember fired.

Rick’s
voice dropped in volume, still clearly audible through the bathroom door, but
pitched lower so that it didn’t carry beyond the dressing room. “I’m worried
about her. She ran in there in an awful hurry and-”

Ember
flushed the toilet to add verisimilitude to Rick’s words. Her mind spun as she
tried to figure out how to handle the situation. If she hadn’t left her bra
outside, she wouldn’t worry about it, but she was afraid that Gina would notice
its absence, which might lead her eyes to searching out what had happened to
it.

In
a flash of inspiration, Ember seized upon a plan of action. She walked to the
sink and splashed water on her face, being careful to get it all over the front
of her blouse.

“Ember?
Are you all right in there?” Gina asked.

“Just
a moment!” Ember called out to her.

She
quickly pulled off the now wet garment and slipped on a robe hanging on the
bathroom door. She fastened the robe securely in front of her and peaked out.
“Gina?”

Fox’s
petite assistant looked genuinely concerned—not suspicious. “How are you
feeling? Rick says you were taken ill.”

Ember
momentarily covered her mouth with her hand as if she were afraid something
else might be coming up her throat. “Much better now, thank you. I made a
bigger mess of myself cleaning up then I did getting sick in the first place.”

Gina
placed a worried hand on Ember’s arm and coaxed her toward her chair. “Why
don’t I call Doctor—”

“That’s
really not necessary,” Ember assured her. “I guess it was just lunch—shellfish,
you know. I’m—well I’m embarrassed but feeling much better.”

Rick
cleared his throat. “If Gina’s here to look after you, I think I’d better get
going.”

He
met Ember’s eyes for a moment, then quickly started toward the door.

“Rick!”
Ember called.

He
paused with his hand on the doorknob.

Ember
was acutely aware of Gina’s presence and her need to be discreet. “Thanks
for…well, everything. Will you do me one more favor?”

“Anything,”
Rick assured her.

Ember
smiled at him. “Go knock Mitch and Fawn dead tonight! Show them what you and I
think a
Rock Idol
is supposed to be.”

Rick
continued to stare at her, very seriously, his gaze never wavering from Ember’s
eyes.

“I
believe in you!” she mouthed to him.

Slowly,
the cocky grin reasserted itself on his face. “Count on it!” he promised. “Tonight
I’m going to prove to Mitch and Fawn that I’m here to win!”