Rock Me Senseless (Rock Star Erotic Romance) (Rock Me #1) (4 page)

“Violet, welcome!”
Christian exclaimed as I entered, hugging me lightly and then introducing me to the other members of the band.

Peter looked older than Christian, with sandy blonde h
air cut in a slightly scraggly style. Andy looked particularly Irish, with red hair and green eyes, and when he opened his mouth I knew my instinct was correct. Caleb, the last member of the band, like Christian had brown hair and blue eyes, but rather than the outgoing, sexy manner of Christian, Caleb had an ordinary face and looked shyer than anything.

As I learned about how albums are made, w
atching the band with all their equipment recording while the producer worked behind the scenes, I gained a new appreciation as to how much work goes into every single song. After four, maybe five hours in the studio, the band finished the song, and I learned that they were also recording two days earlier. I had never realized just how long it takes to record one song. I had never thought it took four minutes, of course, but I also didn’t expect it to take two days.

After the band had finished, Christian invited me to come to dinner with them.
I had to admit, it was pretty charming, being the only girl in a group of four guys, three of whom had super sexy accents, and the last one having super sexy everything. We spoke about the past, I told the guys stories about Christian as a child, before they knew him, and they all joined in on the teasing, telling me about things like when he tried to woo a girl in the eighth grade by breaking into her school at night, and had the cops called on him. His parents had to come and pick him up, and he was banned from ever being on the St. Margaret’s campus again.

I howled with laughter at the story, because it was simply perfect. I could absolutely imagine Christian doing it, and I
hated that I hadn’t been there to enjoy teasing him about it at the time.

Dinner went well, and afterwards as I headed back to my hotel room, I realized just how
happy
I was here. It was something I hadn’t felt in a long time, if ever. It wasn’t as if I’d been depressed or unhappy back home, but things were different here, when I was with Christian.

Over the next few weeks I got to know him even better, know his band mates even better,
and start to get used to the lifestyle they lived. It was definitely different to my life of getting up early, eating breakfast, going to class, coming home and watching some TV before going to bed early.

The guys worked hard, that was for sure, but they also played hard.
I was quickly invited to come out drinking with them, which they did almost every night, hitting up various clubs around town that I gathered to be the hottest spots. After the second time I went out I commented to Christian that I didn’t have a lot of clubbing-appropriate clothing, I found a prepaid visa card with three thousand pounds waiting for me in my hotel room when I went home that night. I tried to refuse it, telling Christian it was too much, but he waved my complaints away.

“I want to do nice things for you, Violet. I want to make up for not coming to you sooner. I want to be with you” he told me, holding my hand.
Ever since that afternoon on his couch he hadn’t tried to get with me at all. I knew he was waiting for me to be ready, for me to make the first move or at least to let him know I wanted those kinds of moves.

With a fresh wardrobe, I felt even hotter than ever, and I had to admit it was pretty fun to go cl
ubbing every night. One night, I guess someone must have tipped off the paparazzi about where we were going to be. As soon as we left the car, flashes started going off in my face. Completely blinded, I didn’t know what to do. Christian took me by the hand and guided me into the club, past a throng of people.

“Shit. What were they doing here?”
I asked when we finally got into the club and were settled into a VIP room.

“I don’t know. I guess someone told them we were going to be here. It sucks, but it happens sometimes. Just be aware: chances are you’re going to be on the cover of some gossip rag in a few days.”

“Really? Wow, you really did downplay how famous you were.”

“Well, just ignore whatever’s written, ok? They like to make things up. I just grabbed your hand to lead you in here.”

“You did, thank you. I didn’t have a clue what to do when I saw all the flashes going off, I didn’t even know where I was for a minute.”

“Well, no problem. I’m not really used to all the attention myself, but I guess I’m still more used to all this than you.
For now, anyways.”

“Hey, speaking about that, I was thinking I might extend the length of my trip, if you’re ok with that.”

Christian beamed. “Absolutely. I was hoping you’d say that. I’m going to order some champagne to celebrate!” he announced, waving for the waitress to come over.

The night went on,
we started discussing what was going to happen between us and how I was going to stay in England for longer, discussing the logistics of it all, before we decided we’d sort out all that stuff later. That wasn’t exactly the sort of thing you talked about in the middle of a busy club when both of you were buzzed from a couple of celebratory glasses of champagne. It was getting late and I wanted to dance, thrilled with my decision and excited for the future, both those things filling me with energy, so I invited Christian to come onto the dance floor with me.

As we grinded together, his body only inches from mine,
I could feel once more the tingles of desire running through me. The bass was so low I felt like my bones were pounding with every thump of the beat, as Christian’s fingers grazed along my body I knew I wanted nothing more than to have him, right now. I could feel my body’s desire building up, I could feel my desperation building. My thin panties were already wet, and we hadn’t even done anything.

I knew this was the time, this was the right moment.

“We should go back to your place” I had to practically shout into his ear. I didn’t need to say another word. Christian took me by the hand, and ten minutes later we were speeding through London, being driven back to Christian’s home.

We barely got through the front door before we were all over each other.
All those years of being apart, and now, finally, we both knew this was right. As he pushed the door behind him shut with one foot, Christian pressed me up against the wall, grabbing my wrists in one of his hands and pinning them above my head as he leaned down and kissed me with a passion I had never experienced.

I kissed him back,
the feel of his lips against mine like heaven. I closed my eyes, releasing my body. My hands being pinned above me didn’t hurt, but it gave me a sense of helplessness, a submission to Christian that felt good, that just felt right.

“I’m going to make sweet, sweet love to you” Christian whispered into my ear, pulling his mouth from mine for an instant, then nibbling my earlobe.
A moan of pleasure escaped my lips, pleasure coursing through my veins. He pressed his body against mine and I could feel the heat radiating from him.

He moved his mouth back onto mine,
slipping his tongue inside of me and slowly exploring the inside of my mouth. I kissed him back with a ferocity I didn’t know I had, my passion equalling his. We’d barely done more than kiss and already I felt myself getting so incredibly turned on. I knew I was getting wet, I knew my panties were both hot and moist now, juices welling up inside of my body.

Without warning, Christian let my arms go, reached under my ass and lifted me up off the ground. My legs instinctively wrapped around his hips and my arms around his shoulders as I let out a squeal of surprise.
Christian carried me effortlessly up the stairs to his bedroom, which I’d never seen before. I barely noticed the room’s enormous size and modern decor, all I cared about was Christian.

He lay me down on the bed,
and as I sunk into the soft mattress I looked up at him. His eyes were filled with passion, with desire, with love.

“You’re amazing, Violet. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment” he murmured to me as
he climbed on the bed himself, his fingers finding the soft skin of my arm and stroking it softly, before moving towards the strap.

“Oh yes, oh yes I’ve been waiting for this moment too” I replied, already breathless.
Christian’s touch on my skin was like velvet, his fingers roaming over my dress slowly before he reached over to the zipper along the side and slowly, ever so slowly, slid it down towards my hip.

Carefully, as though he were handling the most fragile, beautiful piece of
china, Christian slid the straps of my dress down my arms and off. I blushed slightly as he slid the straps down so far that the top of my dress slid down as well, my perky breasts revealed to him.

I was so turned on, my nipples were already hard.
I looked up at Christian, who gazed at my milky white skin with wonder.

“You’re so sexy” he murmured as he moved his mouth to my breast, sucking on my nipple as his hands continued to slide my dr
ess further and further off me. When the dress reached my hips, he stopped, only inches away from revealing my nether regions.

Hi
s mouth on my nipple was like nothing else. The heat, the teasing, the tweaking by his tongue sent all new, more powerful ripples of pleasure running through me. The blush in my face had gone now, my inhibitions were fast disappearing as Christian made me feel unlike any man had in the past. He was both gentle and rough at the same time, loving but with an animalistic passion unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

After a few minutes
of this bliss, his hands moved back to my dress and continued to slide it over my hips. Every tiny movement of the fabric sent pleasure running through me, it didn’t feel anything like when I got dressed or undressed myself. My skin felt like it was going to explode with every little tingle of pleasure from the soft fabric coursing over it.

As he slid my dress over my legs, Christian wrapped his fingers around the thin fabric of my panties and slid it down with my dress, until I lay completely naked on the bed in front of him.
His mouth moved from my nipple and he kissed my stomach, slowly but surely moving further and further down, leaving a trail of pleasure in his wake.

When I finally realized where he was going, I gasped.
I had always been too nervous to let boyfriends of mine go down there, it had always been too embarrassing.

“Wait!” I exclaimed,
the high pitch of my voice betraying my emotions. Christian looked up at me.

“Just relax, I know what I’m doing” he replied, moving his head back down.

“But...” I protested, but it was too late. Christian had moved in between my legs, his tongue slipping in between the folds of my sex. I was going to protest, I was going to try and stop him, but then I felt everything. This felt like nothing else, his wet tongue on the most sensitive parts of my body.

I let out a mewl of pleasure as Christian’s tongue discovered my folds, slowly sliding across my body until he reached my entrance.
My eyes widened as I realized what he was about to do, but it had already happened. With one long, smooth stroke of his tongue, Christian slid inside of me, lapping up my juices and enjoying my taste.

“Oh God!” I cried out, clutching his hair with my hands.
I didn’t want this to end, ever. It felt incredible, his flexible tongue deftly titillating the most sensitive areas inside of me. Pressure mounted inside of me, I felt like I was going to explode.

This was crazy, completely insane. I didn’t know pleasure like this could even exist. My cries got louder and louder until finally, with one final loud wail, I came, more powerfully than ever before.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over my body, sending pure bliss coursing through every inch of my body. My toes curled, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I stopped breathing as every single ounce of energy I had was focused on the pleasure I was experiencing. I wanted it to last forever, but it felt like my body was being ripped apart at the same time.

Finally, I came back down to earth, panting with pleasure, and Christian looked up at me from between my legs, grinning.

“See? Told you that you’d like it” he quipped before getting up and removing his clothes.

I watched with gusto as he ripped his shirt off, then his pants.
I focused on his shaft, large and erect as he moved back on top of me, rubbing his hardness in the juices spilling from my pussy. I let out a soft moan as he pressed his shaft against me then entered me, slowly.

For an instant there was a bit of discomfort. After all, it had not only been so long since I’d had someone inside of me,
but Christian was much larger than any of my (admittedly few) boyfriends past. My walls stretched to accommodate him, and after about half a minute the discomfort passed, replaced with pleasure as he began to slide slowly in and out of me.

Even though I’d just come,
I could feel the flame of desire being lit inside of me once more. Christian’s strokes were slow and gentle to start, then he picked up the pace and began to move faster and faster. As he pounded in and out of me, harder and harder, I began to feel the pressure building inside of me once more, the same familiar pressure that I knew led to the most incredible sensations.