Rock Solid (Rock Hard #3) Seduced By The Rockstar - BBW Erotic Romance (9 page)

“Gage, no, we can’t…this is someone else’s
bed.” She was shaking her head, but Gage could see the flush of
arousal rising in her cheeks.

“Kate, stop talking and let me fuck you.
Okay? The longer you protest the more likely we’re going to get
caught.” Gage silenced her again with another kiss.

This time he felt her hands working at the
snap and zipper of his jeans, his hard cock pushing against the
material. He reached down, pushing his jeans over his hips, moving
himself over Kate. Gage hooked his fingers into the elastic of her
panties, sliding them down her legs. As soon as she was free of
them, she spread her legs beneath him, her skirt sliding up her
hips.

Gage looked down at Kate. Her eyes were
flitting to the open door behind him, nervously biting her lip.

“You look sexy as hell when you do that.”
Gage reached up, stroking her lips.

“Do what? Oh, yeah. Um…Gage…hurry or she’s
going to catch us.” Kate glanced over his shoulder again.

Gage propped himself on one elbow, looking
down at Kate. She looked up at him in alarm.

“Gage!” she whispered fiercely. “What has
gotten into you?” She struggled beneath him, trying to pull her
skirt down.

“Oh, I forgot. There’s something I’ve been
meaning to tell you.” Gage reached into the pocket of his shirt,
pulling out a shiny silver key.

Kate looked up at him, a puzzled frown on her
face. “What? A key…for…what?”

He cocked an eyebrow at her, glancing around
the room. “For here. I bought it yesterday. For us.”

Kate was completely still beneath him, her
eyes wide. “You bought this apartment yesterday? When?”

“I was just finishing up with Rachel when you
came in. A minute earlier and you’d have walked in on me faxing
back the signed papers.” He kissed her briefly, but she didn’t
return his kiss.

“So, now, can we finish what we started here?
Rachel is long gone. She just met us here so she could hand over
the keys.”

Kate was still staring at him. For a brief
instant, panic took hold of Gage.
She hates it. Oh, god, what
have I done.

Then, with a squeal, she threw her arms
around his neck, pulling him to her. He rolled over with her, and
they came to rest with her sitting on top of him, straddling his
hips. Gage rested his hands on her thighs, looking up at her face.
Her long hair swung forward, covering her radiant smile for a
moment. She flipped it back, resting her hands on his
shoulders.

“Gage Stevens, you never cease to amaze me.
You bought this place? Really?” She looked around the room. “But
it’s got furniture.”

“Yeah, it comes semi-furnished. Couch, beds,
table, and a few chairs. But we can buy everything that we need
together, replace the stuff we don’t like, find all the things that
will make it ours. Right now it’s a big white box with a great
view.”

“Oh, but I love it, Gage. It’s perfect.” Kate
leaned down, kissing him hard. “And I love you.”

Gage slid his hands up her thighs, beneath
the edge of her skirt. “So, now can we make love?” He smiled up at
Kate, drinking in her happiness.

Kate began undoing the final buttons on her
shirt, pulling it open, revealing her full luscious breasts covered
in a filmy black bra Gage was particularly fond of. He reached out,
rubbing his thumbs across her nipples, watching them grow hard,
poking against the thin material.

Kate was straddling his hips, his cock
pressed against the soft flesh of her inner thigh. He wiggled his
legs, kicking off his jeans as Kate undid the buttons on his shirt.
Gage sat up briefly as she pulled it free of his arms.

All that was left was Kate’s skirt, bunched
up around her hips. She started pulling on the zipper, trying to
work it over her hips. He put his hands over hers.

“Leave it.” His voice was husky. “I like
it.”

“Oh?” Kate leaned down, her breasts brushing
Gage’s chest. Her voice was low. “You like it, do you? You just
want to pull my skirt up and fuck me?” Her words teased him, her
lips grazing his ear as she rubbed against him playfully on his
lap.

“Mmm, yeah.”

Kate giggled, reaching down between her legs
to grab Gage’s cock. He was incredibly hard, the contact with
Kate’s soft flesh driving him wild. Kate looked down at him, her
green eyes flashing. She licked the flat of her hand, sliding it
slowly over his aching groin.

“You like it when I touch you, Gage? You like
watching me while I play with your cock? Do you?”

Kate reached down, running her fingers over
Gage’s chest, finding a hard nipple and tweaking it roughly. Gage
gasped, his hands clutching Kate’s hips.

“Yeah, babe….oh, yeah.” Gage breathed out the
words, his eyes never leaving Kate’s hands, watching every move she
made as she stroked his cock, now holding him with both hands. He
could see the head disappearing between her hands as she pulled and
worked his shaft, twisting her hands, sliding them up and down,
moving faster.

“Your cock is so big, Gage, so thick.” Kate
licked her lips, her voice a husky whisper. “I love it when you
stick this big cock inside me, when you fuck me with it. Does this
cock belong to me, Gage? Is it all mine now? To do with how I
please?”

Gage nodded. His fingers were digging into
Kate’s skin, leaving imprints. He wanted her now, he wanted to do
just what she was saying, to take her right then. But he held
himself still, letting her talk, letting her tease him.

“My pussy is so hot for you, Gage. For this
big, hard cock. I want you to fuck me with it. Do you want that,
baby? To fuck me?” Kate was rocking back and forth now, rubbing
Gage’s cock against her body. He could feel the softness of her
pussy, the slick wetness as she pressed him against her sweet
folds.

Suddenly she rose up, sliding the head of
Gage’s cock against her clit, rubbing it over and over, the
sensitive head of his cock sending waves of intense pleasure though
his body. His began thrusting his hips upward, seeking more contact
but Kate held herself above him, allowing just the head of his cock
to touch her.

“You want more, don’t you, Gage? You want to
fuck me, to stick your cock into my pussy? Tell me what you want,
Gage. Tell me, baby.” Kate raised her body just a fraction higher,
holding herself just above the head of Gage’s cock, not touching
him at all except with her palms of her hands. The frustration was
intense, but the anticipation was even greater.

“Yeah, Kate. I want to fuck you, over and
over, filling you up with my cock, feel your hot wet pussy around
my cock. I want to fuck you, Kate. Please, I want to fuck you
now.”

Kate held herself above him for just a
moment, then brought her body down hard onto Gage’s cock. He
gasped, the sudden sensation of her surrounding him, the pulsing
heat of Kate making him shudder.

Gage thrust his hips upward as hard as he
could, meeting Kate’s body as she rode him. He watched her above
him, her hands clutching her breasts, rubbing and pulling her own
nipples, her head back, eyes closed. Gage thought there was nothing
more beautiful that that image.

And then his body took over, his cock
twitching in anticipation of his climax, his hips thrusting
erratically. Kate was working her hips in a circular motion, his
cock being worked back and forth, sliding in and out of her
body.

With a suddenness that surprised him, he was
coming, calling out her name, digging his fingers into Kate’s hips.
He threw his head back, eyes tightly closed, a rushing sound
filling his head. He heard her cry out, from a distance, her body
rocking and shuddering beneath his hands as she came. There was a
sudden wave of wetness across his balls as Kate’s climax peaked,
flooding him with her juices.

Gage watched Kate above him, her movements
finally slowing, still holding her breasts. She slowly opened her
eyes, looking down at him.

“I think we christened the bedroom, Gage.”
She kissed him softly, slowly moving off of him, curling up in the
crook of his arm, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, we did.” He kissed the top of her
head. “You know, though, there are a lot more rooms to christen.
We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us.”

He felt Kate laugh and then they both drifted
off to sleep.

***

The next few weeks passed in a blur of
activity for Kate. Gage gave her free reign with the apartment,
every room hers to decorate except his studio. She went into a
decorating frenzy, picking out paint colors and fabrics, furniture
and dishes, everything she wanted to make their apartment home.

Gage had a small music studio installed in
one room. She watched in amazement as myriad pieces of elaborate
equipment was delivered and somehow crammed into the small space.
She had no idea what any of it did, but Gage seemed happy with each
new addition, patiently explaining what it did, how it made some
kind of contribution to making music. She gave up trying to
understand after a time, letting him talk, happy to see him excited
and happy.

But Kate had also been worried; Gage seemed
distant some days, spending hours in his studio, writing and
recording songs. She didn’t believe it had anything to do with her.
He was as attentive and loving as ever, even more so now that they
were together so much of the time.

She’d woken up late at night, realizing the
bed was empty, only to find Gage had gotten up after they’d made
love, going back to his studio. She’d slip on a robe, walk down the
hall and find him watching concert footage on his laptop, a faraway
look in his eyes, as if he were watching someone else. As if he was
watching a long-lost friend, not himself up on stage.

But when she tried to talk to him, he’d
smile, tell her nothing was wrong, everything was great. He’d close
the laptop, take her out of the studio and take her back to bed. It
hurt her to think they had something they couldn’t talk about. But
no matter how she approached the issue, Gage still maintained
everything was fine, there wasn’t anything to talk about. It
weighed on her that he was pretending to be happy with their
domestic life, but he was longing to be back on stage, to be
performing for his fans.

They’d had a surprise phone call a few months
after the move. They’d learned a few weeks earlier that Jeremy had
quit the band shortly after the last tour. They’d replaced him with
Chad, someone Gage knew well. Chad had called, asking if he could
visit them in New York. Gage had hesitated, not sure how Kate would
feel, but she told him he should reconnect with his friends. She
hoped seeing Chad would lift the funk he was in, give him a
connection with his music she felt he needed.

When Chad had shown up at the apartment door,
Gage had welcomed him, taking Chad immediately to his studio,
playing some of his new songs for him, listening to what he’d been
doing before he’d been hired to replace Jeremy.

Kate had been in the studio with them,
listening to Gage singing the song he’d sung for Kate. She’d gone
to get some drinks, walking slowly back down the hall, balancing
glasses and beer bottles. She was outside the studio door when she
heard Gage talking; he sounded defensive, almost angry. Chad’s
voice was indistinct. And then she heard Gage say her name. She
stopped in the hall, next to the open door.

“I’ve made a decision here, Chad. Kate is the
most important thing in the world to me. Yeah, I miss it, miss
performing, being on stage. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t. But
this is what Kate needs right now, and I want to make her
happy.”

“Yeah, man, I get wanting to make her happy.
But what about your happiness, buddy? You’re going to end up hating
yourself…hating her, even if you made this choice. I’ve seen this
happen before, man. One day you’ll wake up and realize all that
you’ve lost and you’ll blame her for every bit of it. You aren’t
living if you’re living for someone else.”

“It’s not like that, Chad. I’d never blame
Kate for this. I’m happy, so let’s drop it.”

Kate jostled the tray in her hands, the
glasses clinking together. Gage stepped into the hall, almost
knocking her over.

“Oh, hey. Thanks. I’ll take that.” He reached
for the tray, looking down at Kate. He hesitated, then took the
tray back into the studio.

“Hey, Chad, help yourself to a beer. I’ll be
right back. There’s a track I want you to hear. It’s already
loaded, the headphones are right there.” Gage pulled the studio
door shut, taking Kate by the arm and leading her to their bedroom.
He closed the door softly behind them, leaning against it.

Kate was silent, waiting for Gage to speak.
He hesitated a long time, finally coming to stand in front of
her.

“Kate, what you heard…it’s not what it
sounded like. I’m happy here, you know that.”

“Gage, I get your happy with me. But there
should be more to your life than just me, just us. You’re a
musician, and a good one. You’ve given that up and I can’t help
it…I think maybe you made a mistake.”

She saw conflicting emotions flash across
Gage’s face. When he spoke, his voice was tense; she could see his
jaw clench.

“Kate, I’ll say this again: it was
my
choice. I’m happy with it. If you’re not happy, then you need to
figure out why. Don’t turn this back on me.”

Kate moved to Gage, touching his arm. “Gage,
no, that’s not it. I am happy, you know that. But I didn’t give up
my dream for you. I lost my job, but that job wasn’t my dream. You
gave up a piece of your heart, your soul, for me. I see that, when
you’re in your studio, and now when you’re talking with Chad.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love
you, Gage, but I think we need to take a second look at your
decision. I know you made it to be with me, but did you think what
it would be like weeks or months down the road? Maybe not.”