Rock Solid (Rock Hard #3) Seduced By The Rockstar - BBW Erotic Romance (4 page)

Gage’s moans of pleasure increased as he
thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock into Kate’s mouth. She
began sucking, first gently, then harder, working him in and out of
her mouth, her tongue swirling over his shaft.

Kate kept him in her mouth, sucking and
licking, working him with her tongue and hand, until he was
shuddering, his hips jerking forward. He was breathing hard, sweat
beading across his upper lip.

“Oh, god, Kate. This is heaven. Oh, yeah…oh,
fuck…” Suddenly he pulled away from her, his cock twitching,
glistening with her saliva. She lost her balance, leaning forward,
catching herself with her hands on his hard thighs. He pulled her
up by the shoulders, spinning her around, bending her over the arm
of a nearby chair.

And then he was inside her, his cock thrust
into her pussy, making her cry out as he pushed her forward with
the power of his thrusts. He held her hips hard, digging his
fingers into her flesh. She could hear him grunting loudly and
before she could even regain her balance, he was coming. His cry
was something she’d never heard from him before; part desperation,
part pure ecstasy. She felt the hot liquid of his orgasm filling
her and then running down her legs. Before she’d even registered
what had really happened, he was draped over her, his ragged breath
hot in her ear, his sweat covered chest pressed against her back.
He held her for a long moment, his arms wrapped around her
waist.

Gently he helped her stand, pulling away from
her, turning her around, cradling her against his chest. She could
hear his heart pounding as she rested her head against him. He
stroked her hair softly.

“Oh, god, Kate. What you do to me. I didn’t
want to come in your mouth; I wanted to be inside you, where I
belong. I’m sorry it was so fast but watching you there, my cock in
your mouth, you sucking me, your body so perfect, I couldn’t hold
back.”

He tipped her face to his, kissing her lips
gently. “I promise I’ll make it up to you, babe.”

She smiled up at him. Sending him completely
out of control was exactly what she’d wanted all along. The feeling
of power coursing through her body was almost as exhilarating as an
orgasm…almost, but not quite.

Kate’s body was thrumming, seeking release.
She was ready to let Gage take over, let him pleasure her until she
was a quivering mass of woman, surrendering completely to him. She
shivered involuntarily as he undid the clasp to her bra, slowly
pulling it down her arms. He looked down at her, cupping her
breasts, watching his fingers against her pale skin, sliding his
thumbs across her hard nipples.

She expected him to lead her to the bed, but
he headed to the open shower. It was huge, with multiple
showerheads and what appeared to be a steam shower as well.

“Holy cow, Gage. This is bigger than my
apartment.” As large as the shower was, it was also warm and
inviting. Gage turned the lights down to a soft glow. The tile work
was rich taupe and brown, earthy and sensual. She let Gage adjust
the water, watching it fall down from a rainfall showerhead.

Gage pulled her beneath the water, the
droplets perfectly mimicking being caught in a warm summer rain. He
held her for a moment, just letting the warmth pour over them. She
tilted her face to him and he kissed her, deeply and passionately,
exploring her mouth with his tongue, his hands moving over her
body, slowly caressing her skin as the water streamed over
them.

There was row of shampoos and soaps on a
nearby shelf. Gage reached over, pouring a silky stream of
delicious smelling shampoo into his hand. He turned Kate around,
working the shampoo into a lather and gently kneading it through
her hair. It had been a long time since anyone had washed her hair;
the sensation of his strong fingers massaging her scalp was heaven.
Kate closed her eyes, all thoughts other than the exquisite feeling
of Gage washing her hair gone for the moment.

He turned her around, grabbing the hand-held
showerhead and carefully rinsing the bubbles from her hair. When he
was done, he took a bar of scented soap, working up a lather with
his hands. With infinite care, he began washing her, soaping her
arms, running his hands over her breasts, down her stomach, over
her thighs. He again turned her around, washing her back, his hands
skimming over her curvy ass.

Gage worked in complete silence. Kate was
mesmerized by the whole process; his slow and deliberate attention
to every inch of her body, the almost reverent way he attended to
her. Kate felt loved and pampered, totally relaxed and content to
let him do as he pleased.

Gage rinsed her body again, turning her
beneath the patter of warm water. He stepped away from her, looking
her over, then meeting her gaze with serious eyes.

“I pronounce you clean, Miss.” He bowed
deeply, rising with a smile on his face.

Kate burst out laughing. She’d forgotten how
romantic and gentle Gage could be. The tour had shown her the rough
side of him and it made her heart sing to reconnect with this part,
the playful part.

She pulled him close, holding him for a
moment beneath the falling water. Then she took the soap and gently
began washing him.

It wasn’t long before his cock was hard
again. She washed him slowly, enjoying the feel of her wet soapy
hands sliding along the length of his erection.

At one point, Gage gently stopped her hands.
“It’s your turn, Kate.” She watched as he stood beneath the water,
the soap bubbles trailing down his long legs. He reached one hand
between her legs, gently probing with his fingers, his eyes locked
with hers, pulling her against him with his other arm, cradling her
against his body. She gasped as his fingers slid across her clit,
then worked into her pussy. Every nerve ending was alive, aching
for his touch.

It took only a few moments of Gage’s
exploring fingers touching her, probing inside, rubbing her
sensitive clit before she was crying out, her body jerking, her
hips thrusting forward. She let herself go, let her orgasm rip
through her body, clutching Gage as her body shook, letting him
hold her as she climaxed.

He held her gently for a minute. Then he
turned her around, pressing his erection against her ass. The heat,
the hardness of his body against hers was intoxicating. She looked
at him over her shoulder, meeting his gaze, seeing the passion and
arousal she felt reflected there.

“Gage, fuck me. I want you inside me….now.”
She practically growled out the last word. She wanted his cock
inside her, hard, thrusting. And Gage did just that.

He held her hips, and for a brief moment she
felt his cock brush against her ass. And then he was inside her,
thrusting hard, his cock filling her. Kate rested her hands on the
shower wall, pushing back against Gage, spreading her legs, willing
him to push further into her.

Gage held her hips against his body, wrapping
his arm around her waist, thrusting upward in hard strokes, almost
knocking the air from her lungs with his power. But Kate wanted
more, wanted him deeper inside her.

She struggled out from beneath Gage, turning
to face him, briefly registering the look of surprise on his
face.

“Kate…what…?”

“Down.” She was panting as she pointed to the
wet shower floor. “On your back.”

Before he could speak, she pulled him down,
pushing him onto his back. She straddled his hips, grabbing the
thick shaft of his cock, guiding it into her waiting pussy.
Settling her weight fully on Gage, she held him there a moment,
relishing the feeling of him totally inside her, as far as she
could take him.

Gage was looking up at her, a wild, savage
hunger flickering in his eyes. He held her hips lightly, letting
her set the pace, letting her take control.

And the pace she set was hard and fast. She
rose up, then slammed her body down on him, crying out at the
feeling of the full length of his cock buried inside her, sending
shock waves through her body.

“Oh, god, Gage…your cock feels so…so good.”
Kate planted her hands on either side of his chest and rode him
hard, reveling in the electricity that soared through her body as
she rode him like a wild stallion, the absolute ecstasy she felt
coursing through her veins, pushing her on.

Kate was breathing hard, the sensations in
her body spiraling upward. She ground her hips down on Gage,
sliding back and forth, her clit rubbing against him. Each touch,
each movement made her cry out. She’d never been so aware of every
nerve ending in her body.

When her orgasm broke, it took her away from
the present. The shower walls faded to gray, the sounds of the
water dimmed and all she was aware of was every cell in her body
flooded with pleasure, her hips shuddering, her body almost bent
double as her muscles tensed and contracted.

Finally Kate collapsed onto Gage, her chest
heaving. She felt his arms wrap around her, hugging her to him as
the warm water fell on her back.

* * *

Much later Kate woke. The city outside was in
deep twilight, building lights visible through the suite’s large
windows. She stretched languorously, enjoying the feeling of the
fine sheets against her naked skin, the dusky light of the room
making her feel safe and cocooned in warmth.

“You look beautiful in my bed, Kate. It’s
something I could get used to, that’s for sure.”

Gage’s voice startled her. He was propped up
on one elbow, watching her, his eyes reflecting the soft light of
the room. She turned to him, running her fingers over his
cheek.

“I like being in your bed.” She kissed his
lips.

After their heated encounter in the shower,
Gage had taken her to bed, slowly and carefully making love to her,
bringing her to another earth shattering orgasm as he cried out
with the force of his own climax. They’d curled together, falling
asleep as the day faded to dusk.

“Are you ready to talk about us?”

She could see the concern and worry etched on
Gage’s face. She pulled away from his arms, propping herself up on
her elbow. She took a deep breath.

“Yes, I am.” Her heart was telling her this
was where she should be, with Gage, always. And for once, her mind
agreed. She smiled.

“It was hard on tour, Gage. But it wasn’t
fair for me to judge you based on what I saw of you on tour. That
was you, the rockstar Gage Stevens, in large neon lights.” She
touched his chest with her finger, her voice dropping to a
whisper.

“This is you, just Gage, naked and here and
vulnerable. The Gage I fell in love with years ago. The Gage I
still love.”

She watched Gage’s face, saw a tentative look
of hope spread across his features.

“Are you saying you’re willing to give this a
try, Kate? To give us a try, again?”

“Yes, Gage. I am. Not in the spotlight of the
tour, but here, in New York, as two regular normal people living
their life.”

There was a brief hesitation and then Gage
pulled her against his chest, burying his face in her hair. After a
moment she realized he was crying, softly and silently, his head
cradled on her shoulder. She held him a long, long time, rocking
him, stroking his hair.

Finally he raised his head. “I love you,
Kate.”

He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips,
lingering there for a moment.

“I love you too, Gage.”

***

Gage fell into a deep sleep, cradling Kate
against his body. Before sleep overtook him, he played back the
conversation they’d had, whispering in the dark, planning their
future together.

And for the first time in a long time, he’d
cried in front of someone. He’d been so happy when she’d said she
wanted a future with him, that he thought his heart would burst.
The last time he remembered crying was when Kate had left him, five
years earlier. But those tears had been from heartbreak and anger,
from loss and pain.

Tonight’s tears had surprised him. But he
wasn’t ashamed to cry in front of Kate. She’d held him a long time
and then they’d talked, honestly. Kate had told him every fear and
insecurity she had, every experience on tour that had shaken her
trust in him.

And he had listened,
really
listened.
Everything she said made sense, when he looked at it from her point
of view. Nothing on tour was reality; it was all show and glitz and
over the top parties. And girls…groupies, at every venue, at every
after party; their only thought to tempt, to lure, to be everything
and anything the girlfriend or wife wasn’t.

He told her honestly there wasn’t much he
could do about how his manager set up the dates, or arranged the
parties, or who was invited. But he told her that he could change
how he acted in those situations, now that he realized what her
fears were.

They’d talked a long time, their sentences
and words finally trailing away, replaced by kisses and touches,
hands slowly exploring each other, slowly and softly taking each
other once more into that place they shared where nothing else
mattered.

***

“I need to get going, Gage.” She leaned over,
whispering in his ear. He raised up on his elbow, groggy, his face
just visible in the dim light from the windows.

“Can’t you stay till morning? I want to wake
up with you.” Gage wrapped his arms around Kate, pulling her
against his chest.

“I wish I could but I have to be at work in a
few hours. I want to get a start on the articles and I want to meet
with Ursula again, show her what I’ve got.” She pulled away, kissed
his forehead and got out of bed.

“I’ll call you later from the office,” she
called as she padded down the hall in search of her clothes. Coming
back into the bedroom, she started pulling on her jeans and shirt,
looking for her shoes. She glanced up at Gage.