Rock Stars Do It Forever (15 page)

She smiled wickedly, pinching her own nipple and sliding up and down his cock slowly, torturing him, feeling his need for release. “I know, baby,” she whispered, bending forward while keeping her hips tilted back. “You’re not going to come until I’m ready to let you.”

Chase arched and humped up, seeking relief, but Jamie followed his movements, keeping him stretched far enough to prevent him from coming. He groaned and grunted, arching into Jamie’s still-slow rhythm. His eyes squeezed shut and sweat streamed down his forehead, his breath coming in harsh pants, his fingers fisting in the sheets at his sides. All was forgotten but for his need for release. Jamie watched him carefully, measuring his desperation.
 

As she sinuously impaled herself on his shaft, she felt yet another climax burgeoning inside her, and she pressed two fingers to her aching, hypersensitive nub, skyrocketing the pressure into sudden supernova heat. Her other hand went to her breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers, hard, just this side of painful, and she began to slide on his cock with increasing speed. Urgency filled her, frenzy overtook her. This climax would be intense, she knew. The pressure was unbearable, fire in her belly, lava in her veins. She held it back, slowing her pace on Chase’s body, letting the heat and pressure build yet more.
 

“Jay…please…
fuck
, I’m dying. I’m gonna explode.” Chase’s eyes were feral slits in his face, his voice a rasping growl like a rockslide.
 

“You wanna come, baby?” Jamie whispered the words, pleased with how sultry she sounded, even to herself. “You wanna come inside my pussy?”

“Fuck, yes. I need it. Let me go, please.
Please
.”

Jamie tilted her hips even farther back until Chase cursed out loud, and then she relaxed the tension slightly, ever so gently. “Beg me,” she whispered, each word a breathy moan.

Chase laughed. “I
am
begging you. Please let me come. I need it. I need you.”

“You have me,” she said.

“Promise?” His eyes were wide now, brown pools of fire locked on her.
 

“Yes, Chase. I promise.” Jamie tilted and slid up his cock so the thick shaft pulling wet against her clit shot lightning through her core; then, feeling the climax crest inside her, she paused at the apex, his crown between her lips. “I love you. Forever.”

“Forever.” He tensed, still, frozen, waiting. “I love you.”

“Come with me.” Jamie fell forward on the last word, slicing her core down around his cock in frantic rhythm.

“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh…
fuck
!” Chase thrashed into her wildly, and she felt his seed spread through her in a flood of wet heat.

She bit his shoulder, meeting him thrust for frenzied thrust, her body flush against his, only their hips moving as they climaxed together. Chase’s arms were steel bands around her back, one hand fisted in her hair at her neck, the other curled around her waist, holding her tight against him as he crashed into her core, spurting deep with every thrust, filling her, filling her. She wept against him, overcome by physical sensation and emotional flood tide, love for Chase pounding through her in place of blood, need for all of him firing in place of synapses. She sobbed, heaving in the rhythm of their frantic, pounding pace. She felt her body clench around him, felt her womb contract and her muscles clamp and her core clench.
 

She felt her her heart expand, and she knew if she hadn’t been already, she was irrevocably
his.
 

After a timeless eternity of mutual climax, they went still, Jamie collapsed on top of him, still impaled by him, filled by him. His breath huffed in her hair, his fingers toying with tangled curls, tracing her skin, the lines of her hips.
 

Neither spoke as sleep stole over them. Jamie eventually shifted so he slipped out of her folds, and she slid off him and curled into his arms, more contented than she’d ever been. It seemed every night she spent with him saw her more full of his presence, more contented with life, with love.
 

She wondered muzzily how she could find any further happiness, how she could be any more wonderfully full of Chase.
   

7

Chase tried to calm his nerves, tried to force himself into relaxing. It didn’t work. He was uneasy, unexplainably anxious. Well, his anxiety was partially explainable: Six Foot Tall was headlining at the Palace of Auburn Hills that night. It was their first headliner venue, and it was their hometown. It was also nearly sold out. The guys were amped, and so was Chase, but the other source of his nerves was less pleasant.
 

Jamie had been off lately. Just…distracted, almost distant. Snappish, at times. He’d asked her if anything was bothering her on a number of occasions, but she always denied it.
 

Matters weren’t helped by the fact that she’d had the other assistant manager at her work quit, leaving her to cover most of the shifts on her own. She’d only been able to get away to see him twice in the last two months, and most of the time he tried calling her she could only talk for a second, or was so tired she fell asleep while talking. He’d been busy, too, of course. They’d done an interview in
Revolver
, played on Conan O’Brien’s show, as well as their usual aggressive tour schedule.
 

But none of that mattered to Chase if something was wrong with Jamie.
 

He sat backstage at the Palace, watching the seats fill up, plucking strings on his guitar. He’d played the guitar most of his life, in a hobby sort of way. He was a singer more than anything, but if he got a few minutes of downtime before shows or on the bus between venues he would pull out his old acoustic six-string and play. He wrote most of Six Foot Tall’s songs that way, although he’d never played the guitar on stage for the fans. Kyle, the guitarist, was talented enough for six people, so there was never any reason for Chase to play on stage.
 

This time around, he was working on a song, but not one for the band. He’d written the lyrics over the last couple of weeks, tweaking them here and there until they were perfect. Now he was putting them to music, and he was almost done putting the finishing touches to the melody. He wasn’t sure when he would sing the song, since it was a special piece he’d written for Jamie, and their relationship seemed strained as of late.

He glanced back down at the black-and-white composition book he wrote his lyrics in, made a note, changing a chord. He soon lost himself in the song, and didn’t emerge again until he heard someone approaching from behind him. He closed the notebook just as he felt Jamie’s arms slip around his neck, and her lips touched his jaw. He reached up over his head and pulled her down for an upside-down kiss. Jamie moved around his body without breaking the kiss, sitting on his legs facing him, and the kiss deepened.

His body responded immediately, thickening against the button fly of his leather pants. Jamie clearly felt his response, shifting on his lap to rub her core against him. He moaned into the kiss, and wished they were alone.
 

“God, I missed you,” Jamie whispered against his lips.
 

He sighed in relief. “I’ve missed you, too,” he said. “So much. I really love this kind of hello.”

Jamie smiled, her lips tightening and curving against his. “Want to go somewhere more private for an even better hello?”

“The bus is empty,” he said. “The guys are out to dinner.”

“Let’s go.” Jamie stood up and pulled him up by his hands.
 

He shrugged his coat on and led her to the tour bus, into his room, locking the door behind them. When he turned around from locking the door, Jamie already had her coat, shirt, and pants off and was clawing at his zipper. He let her strip him naked, and then he unhooked her bra and slid down her panties while she stroked his cock with her fist. Before he could stop her, Jamie had dropped to her knees and had taken his cock between her soft, perfect lips, running her skilled tongue around his tip, caressing his base with her hand and his balls with the other. He let her take him deep a few times, and then when he felt himself rising too fast, he reached down and lifted her up by the arms.

“Enough,” he growled. “I need to be inside you. Now.”

“Then take me,” she breathed.

He kissed her, reaching down between their bodies to stroke her silky, wet folds with his fingers. She was juicy and dripping and incredible, ready for him. He pushed her backward onto the bed, positioned her at the edge of the bed with her legs over his shoulders as he knelt between her thick, powerful, perfect thighs. He felt his cock twitch as she gasped when he lapped at her sex, then nearly came when she whimpered again. He licked and flicked her into a frenzy, curling his fingers inside her channel in a “come here” gesture, and she obeyed, coming immediately, arching up off the bed and keening as she fell apart under his mouth. At the crest of her climax, Chase rolled Jamie onto her stomach and plunged into her, fisting his hand in her wild, lovely red curls, loose like he loved her hair. She moaned and rocked back into him, humping her back and pushing hard against him.
 

“Fuck, Jamie. You feel so good.”

“Oh, god, Chase. Fuck me hard. I need it. I need you.” She settled onto the bed, rising up on her tiptoes and falling down as he thrust up. “Come inside me. Right now. Don’t wait.”

Chase couldn’t help but obey her command, pumping hard, once, twice, a third time, then found his release buried deep inside her, watching sweat bead on her spine. She crawled away from him, up onto the bed, and rolled to her back. He stood panting, slumped forward, breathless and still shuddering with the aftershocks. Jamie spread her thighs apart and held her hands out for him. He slid up her body, his still-hard cock pushing easily back into her wet folds. He kissed her lips, one hand planted on the bed next to her face, the other cupping her cheek.
 

He slipped his tongue between her teeth, sighed in his throat when her feet hooked around his waist. He needed her again, and soon. His hand found her breast, cupped and hefted its weight. He thumbed her nipple, then pinched it.

“Ow, not so hard,” Jamie said. “My nipples are sensitive.”

He gentled his touch but found himself wondering at her complaint. She’d never said anything like that before. Usually she liked it when he pinched her nipples, and he was always careful not to cross the line into real pain. He knew he hadn’t pinched her too hard. He went back to kneading and caressing her breast as he kissed her, beginning a subtle shifting of his hips, testing his hardness. She tensed her vaginal muscles around him, and he felt himself hardening. Her breasts seemed slightly heavier, he thought. He looked at her, took in her beautiful face and lush body.
 

They definitely seemed bigger. Not that he minded. He caressed her body, stroking her face and sides and belly, and then, his palm pressing over her stomach, he found himself wondering if her belly seemed firmer, harder beneath the padding of silky flesh. He returned his attention to her breasts, and this time Jamie pulled away from his kiss.

“What?” she asked. “Is something wrong with my boobs?”

He shook his head. “No. They just seem a little bigger than normal. I like it.”

Jamie froze, her vivid green eyes searching him. “Are they? I’ve been really busy lately, so I haven’t been working out as much. I might have gained a little weight.”

“That wasn’t what I—you’re beautiful, baby. Perfect. I love your body, love your big breasts and perfect hips and amazing ass.”

She smiled, but it seemed forced. “Thanks, babe.” She shifted her hips and curled her arms around his neck. “Make love to me.”

He pushed aside his thoughts and stroked into her. “I love you, Jamie.”

She pressed her lips against his shoulder and her body shook, almost as if she was crying. She spoke with her face in his neck, meeting his soft and steady thrusts. “I love you, Chase. So much.” She pulled away, and her eyes were wet. “You love me forever? No matter what?”

He frowned, slowing, but she ran her hands down to his ass and pulled him against her, encouraging his faster pace. “Of course. No matter what. Always.” He felt himself rising to climax, and Jamie’s harsh breath and frantic hips told him she was close, too. “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head. “Nothing. Nothing.” She clawed her hands into his ass and jerked at him, as if she needed him closer. “Just make love to me. Don’t stop…please…never stop.”

He pressed himself hard against her, his base crushing her clit, rolling deep into her. “Never…I’ll never stop. I promise. God, Jamie…come with me.”

“Yes! God, Chase.” She whimpered, buried her face against his neck once more, and held him more tightly than she’d ever done before.
 

He burst into her, filling her with his seed, thrusting hard several times, feeling her walls clench around him, her legs tense against his thighs, her fingers digging into his ass. She was sobbing, and he knew something was wrong.

He took several deep breaths, then pulled out. “Jamie, baby, what is it? And don’t say ‘nothing.’”
 

She shook her head.
 

“Honey, talk to me.”

“I’m fine, Chase.”

He pulled her over, cradled her against him. “Bullshit, Jay. Something’s up.”

She sighed deeply. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“Are you okay?” He put his fingers to her chin and tilted her face up so he could search her jade eyes. “Are
we
okay?”

Her eyes wavered wetly, jumping from side to side as she gazed at him. “Yes, oh, god, yes. It’s nothing like that. I’m not about to break up with you or anything like that.”

He sighed in relief. “Thank god.” He glanced back down at her. “Don’t put it off till after the show, if that’s your plan.”

She took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. “That’s not it. I promise you, I vow on my soul that’s not it.”

“But there’s something you’re not telling me.” It wasn’t a question.