Rock Stars Do It Dirty (6 page)

Chase ran his hands down the front of her thighs and then back up, twisting his palm so it was facing up, cupping her mound. Tess’s legs buckled again, and her weight bore down on his palm; she wiggled her hips so her clit rubbed against the heel of his palm, and she let out a soft moan.
 

“You’re wet and tight, Tess. I think you might be ready,” Chase said, dragging two fingers through her folds.

“About…oh, god…about damn time,” she said.

Chase lifted her skirt up to her hips, steadying her with an arm around her ass. He curled his two middle fingers into her hot, wet pussy, flicking his fingertips across her G-spot. When she gasped, he sucked her clit into his mouth, turning her gasp into a moan. Her hands scraped over his stubble-dark scalp, her fingers turning into claws as he licked and flicked at her folds. Her breathing turned to panting, her knees began to dip and buckle with every swipe of his tongue, every feather-light brush of his fingers over her G-spot.
 

“I can’t believe it…oh, god, oh, god, I’m close already.” Tess’s hands cupped the back of Chase’s head in a familiar way that did something deep in his heart, something between pain and desire, its source nebulous and difficult to pinpoint.

He pushed the thoughts away and renewed the vigor of his tongue’s assault on the sensitive, cream-wet nub of her clit. She clutched him tight, and his arm kept her upright when the first wave rolled over her. Chase felt it start low in her belly, heard her breathing grow frantic as her orgasm neared. As she closed in on climax, Chase slowed and then paused, drawing a curse from Tess.

“What? Why the hell are you stopping? I’m so close, you bastard!” She writhed into him, seeking release.
 

Chase let the fabric of her skirt droop around his face, obscuring him. He slipped his free hand up her belly and tugged the cup of her bra down to reveal her breast. Pinching it between two fingers, Chase began again with his tongue and fingers, rolling the tip of his tongue in circles around her taut clit, pressing his fingers against her G-spot and working in circles to match the motion of his tongue.
 

She was almost instantly on the cusp of climax, but Chase drew it out, increasing his pace until she was frantic once more, then slowing down, repeating this cycle until Tess was nearly mad with need for release.

“Goddamn it, Chase! You’re making me crazy!” She clutched his face against her, shamelessly pushing him into her folds. “Fuck me, I’m
so
close.”

“I know you’re close, sweetness.” Chase paused to answer, gently tweaking her nipple. “And believe me, I plan to thoroughly fuck you. And then some.”

She tried to speak, but her words were subsumed beneath a strangled shriek of ecstasy as Chase pushed her closer and closer to climax with now-relentless fingers in her cream-drenched sex, his tongue whipping at her throbbing clit. He felt the pulse in her clit, felt the throb, felt the quavering in her belly and the clenching in her inner muscles.
 

Two fingers deep in her sex, Chase extended his pinky and pushed it against the tight bud of her anus, and as she came, he pressed just the tip of his littlest finger against the knot of muscles, not quite entering her. She screamed then, a full-voiced howl of release. Her body undulated as she came, her knees giving way even as she fought to stay upright. Chase continued to flick and suck and wiggle and pinch her every nerve ending until she was wrung limp. He caught her and carried her to his room, kicking open the door with his foot, settling her on the bed gently. Her body shook and shuddered with aftershocks, and her breathing was ragged.

Chase unzipped her skirt, slid a palm under her backside and lifted her, tugging the skirt off with a jerk. Then he peeled her shirt over her head, Tess cooperating with floppy limbs. He unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. She was naked for him then, and he was hard with desire. He felt the all-too-familiar pang of misplaced guilt rush through him as he pressed kisses to her breasts, the awful, unshakeable sensation that he was doing something wrong by being with someone
else
than Jamie.
 

Tess was oblivious to the thoughts racing through him, of course, and he was thankful for that. He nibbled on her nipple, worrying the taut bud with his teeth, eliciting a sexy little mewl from her. She was regaining her senses finally, and was clawing at his shirt, pushing it up over his head and exploring his torso with eager hands, then ripping at the button of his jeans and pushing them down.
 

Chase had left all his leather pants with the tour bus, so he was stuck with jeans, which he disliked and rarely wore. He let her strip him, let her look at him, let her take his turgid shaft in her small hands. She slid her palms along his length, rubbed her thumb over the broad mushroom head, caressed his cock with quick, soft, skilled hands. He knelt above her, letting her touch him until his felt himself begin to respond, begin to rise.
 

“No more touching. I’m yours to do with as you wish if I lose,” Chase said, pushing her hands away and over her head, then tracing a line from neck down between her breasts to test her swollen folds with his index finger. “For now, however, you have three more orgasms to go.”

Tess arched her back as he ever so gently began to move his finger inside her. “Shit…shit…that was so intense, I’m not sure I’d survive another one.”

“Well, then, I hope you have life insurance, sugar, because that was just the beginning.”

Tess moaned as he lapped his tongue around one nipple, working the other with the fingers of one hand and circling her clit with the fingers of his other hand. He was using the opposite hand in her sex as he had used before, and he could smell her musk on his fingers, along with another, darker scent from his pinky. She’d said her second entrance was off-limits, but she hadn’t protested when he’d touched her there before, so he decided to push his luck a bit. The first orgasm had wrenched through her like a tidal wave, so if he drew this one out even longer, the second would be even more intense.

He worked her clit slowly with his fingers, getting her hips moving in gentle circles before slacking off, letting her subside a bit, then bringing her back up again, biting at her nipple, sucking on it, flicking and pinching the other. And then, abruptly, he moved down her body and lifted her legs over his shoulder, lifting her hips to bring her sweet wet folds to his mouth. She writhed in place, moaning nonstop now as he suckled her clit, slathering her own juices downward over the tight muscles of her anus. She groaned when his pinky touched her there, and then sucked in a ragged, whimpering breath when he penetrated up to the first knuckle. He didn’t move his pinky, just left it there to let her adjust, slowing his pace and working her throbbing bud with soft, slow licks of his tongue. He was able to reach her nipples still, so Chase rolled one between finger and thumb in torturously slow pinches.
 

Tess was wiggling and arching and undulating as he drew out the process, working his pinky inward with careful, delicate pushes, timing them with thrusts of his tongue against the straining nerves of her clit. When he was inside her to the second knuckle, he began to work his finger in and out, once again synced with the rhythm of his tongue against her folds and his fingers on her breasts.
 

Tess began to buck into his finger, driving him deeper, her voice raised in a keening shriek. He felt her pussy muscles clench and quiver; her back arched and her heels dug into the bed. He pushed his finger and pulled it, licking furiously until his jaw ached and his tongue was on fire, pinching her nipple until he was sure the twinge of pain was adding to the pleasure.
 

She came with a cry, bowed upward in an arched bridge, only her heels, head, and neck touching the bed. Wave after wave crushed through her, shaking her, ripping shuddering sobs from her as she lowered her body to the bed. Chase relented then, and kissed his way up her flat, taut belly, kissed each breast, then her neck, then her mouth, tasting the salt of sweat and tears on her mouth and cheeks. Tess clung to his neck, shaking uncontrollably.
 

He kissed her neck and shoulder as he fished a condom from the bedside table drawer, ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it over his straining cock. Tess was oblivious to this, gasping for breath.

“Ready for number three, sweetness?” Chase said.

“What? Oh, god. Oh, god…I can’t—I’m not ready. I’m not ready.” Tess was barely able to whisper, the words mumbled drunkenly. “It’s too much.”

“You asked for it, babe.” Chase probed her entrance with the tip of his cock, working himself slowly inside. “Too much? Want me to stop?”

Tess’s fingers scrabbled at his back as he filled her, stretched. She was tight, so tight, almost too tight. He went as slow as was humanly possible, working himself in an inch, then pausing to let her adjust before pushing gradually farther in. He watched her face work through a myriad of emotions, surprise, delight, even fear.
 

He paused again before he was fully inside her. “Seriously, Tess. I don’t want to hurt you. You’re so fucking tight. Should I stop?”

She shook her head, the snake-tip tail of her braid jiggling near one of her breasts. “No…god, no. Please don’t stop. Just…like you are. Slow.”

“Slow,” Chase agreed, thrusting incrementally.
 

He’d been straining with need to release for what felt like forever, turned on by the noises Tess made as she came, the sight of her tan skin and rounded curves, but still he held back, squeezing his eyes shut in concentration as he felt himself drive in to the hilt, almost too big to fit inside her tiny channel. He had to be careful with her, he knew, even after she’d adjusted to him, even after climax had her loose and pliant.

He moved into her in sinuous thrusts, barely moving still, but enough for her to feel it, enough for him to feel it. Tess began to whimper again, mewling noises in the back of her throat, moving her hips with his now, meeting him careful thrust for thrust. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders and her legs circled his waist, holding him deep inside her.

Chase decided to give her the illusion of control for a while; he flipped her so he was on the bottom, and she readily adjusted to ride him, knees wide to straddle his hips, palms flat on his broad chest. Her braid dangled over her shoulder to tickle his throat. He grabbed the braid and tugged gently until she was sitting upright, and then he held her in place with his hands on her hips. His middle fingers were mere inches apart on her belly, and he began to lift her, guiding her motions. She arched her spine inward, tipping her head back and moving on her own, now, finding her rhythm on top of him.
 

Chase was barely thrusting, letting her do the work while he held himself back. He had to give her a break, let her recover before he brought her to climax again. She wasn’t ready yet. He let her move on top of him, surging up and down now, impaling herself on him, driving herself deeper than he’d imagined she’d be able to take him. She
 
collapsed forward after a few minutes, writhing with increasingly desperate movements.

Now.

He lifted her off him, bodily removing her, ignoring her frantic moans of protest. He put his lips to her ear and whispered, “You didn’t think I’d forgotten my promise back in the gym, did you?”

She shook her head. “No…what? What promise?”

He slid off the bed and drew her after him, flipping her onto her stomach and pulling her toward him by her ankles. “I’m going to bend you over this bed and fuck you from behind.”
 

“Oh, my god, Chase. I can’t take that. I could barely handle your finger.” Real fear was evident in her voice.

He settled her on the bed’s edge so her feet didn’t quite touch the floor, so she was at his mercy. He carved his palms over her arched spine and to her ass, tiny and taut. He gently caressed each cheek, then teased her anus with a finger. Tess whimpered, pushing into his questing finger even as he could feel her shivering with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Chase spat saliva onto his hand and smeared it onto the knot of muscles and worked his ring finger around the circle of muscles, while with his other hand he gripped his shaft at the base and probed her pussy with the tip. He hadn’t inserted his finger into her yet, and he gently, carefully pushed in as he thrust into her wet, ready folds with his cock.

“Oh, god,” Tess whispered, relief in her voice.

Chase leaned over her. “I would never do that. I would never hurt you,” he murmured. “The tip of my pinky finger is one thing.
That
is something else entirely.”

He was telling her the truth, in that he would never push a woman past what she wanted and what she was capable of doing with enjoyment, but he didn’t mention how much he
wanted
to take her like that. He was riding a knife-edge of control, his ring finger now in her to the first knuckle, his shaft moving into her sex in small, shivering thrusts. He wanted to plunge hard and fast, but he held back, riding gently into her pussy, her fine, firm ass quivering gently with each thrust.
 

He was learning her noises. She began to mewl again, a kitten-like noise high the back of her throat, a sound that he now knew signaled her impending orgasm.

Chase allowed himself one concession to the fury pounding through him: He wrapped her braid twice around his fist and gently but firmly tugged until her back was arched and her head lifted off the bed. She planted her fists on the bed and undulated her body into him. She was still unable to reach the floor, and Chase began to plunge up into her, lifting her up with each driving plunge, still holding back, still restraining himself from crushing into her with the kind of intensity he desired.
 

Tess took all of him, though, and gave back with everything she had, losing herself in the delirium of sexual abandon. She lifted herself up with her torso muscles and back, then let herself crash down onto him, spreading her thighs farther apart and wiggling to get his finger deeper into her asshole. Chase gave her what she wanted, more of his finger, pushing in until his other fingers were splayed against the muscular flesh of her ass, until his finger was impaled inside her as far as it would go, and he began to thrust his cock into her harder and harder, never fully penetrating, knowing he might hurt her if he did so. He held on to her braid and let himself drive into her, and now, finally, she began to lose the rhythm in the frenetic frenzy of orgasm.