Rock Stars Do It Forever (7 page)

So real. Too real.

He felt her palms on his chest, her hips writhing in undulating, sinuous circles, working the tip of his cock inside her soft folds, just the first inch slipping in and out. He smelled her: faint shampoo, perfume, sex.

The scent of sex was what woke him. He’d never smelled anything in a dream.
 

He cracked one eye open, hesitantly, then the other. Her weight above him didn’t vanish with the return of sight. Her sweet beauty greeted him like dawn after a long night. Red sleep-tangled curls tickled his face and his shoulders as she leaned over him, smiling down at him.

“There you are, baby.” She crushed her lips to his, then lifted up to gaze down at him. “You wouldn’t wake up.”

He had his hands fisted gently in her curls, so he tugged her down for another kiss, devoured her mouth greedily. “I didn’t want to. I thought it had all been a dream.”

“But it wasn’t,” Jamie said. “It was real. I had the same thought when I first woke up, so I had to touch you, make sure you were real. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I want you so bad it hurts.”

“Thank god it wasn’t a dream. I would’ve died, I think.”

She lifted her hips, wide green eyes locked on his. “Me, too.”
 

“But it’s real. Right?”

“Right.” She hovered there, just the tip of him inside her pussy. “But I think you’d better tell me you love me again. Just in case.”

He released her hair, trailing his fingertips down her breastbone, over each nipple, down to the soft field of her belly, then slipped a single finger into her, brushing her clit. She gasped, arching her back as she writhed on top of him, driving him deeper.

“I love you, Jamie. I love you.” He whispered the words, his voice low and fierce.
 

Jamie shivered, trembled, and then gasped his name as she sank down onto him, impaling him to the hilt, their hips colliding. Chase groaned in ecstatic relief as he felt himself filling her, and Jamie’s voice rose to match his, and then they both began to move in perfect sync, moaning together, lips touching but not kissing, simply stretched wide in silent screams, breath shuddering in and groaning out.

Their motion together was slow, glacial, coursing in like a tide, drifting out like an exhalation. Jamie’s palms pressed onto his chest, her breasts swaying in the rhythm of her body’s thrusting, her hips rolling, drawing him deeper. She took control of their pace, and Chase let her. She leaned forward, lifting up, hesitating at the apex, then sinking down, repeating this motion, drawing out every impalement, crying out as he dove deeper with every thrust.
 

Chase cupped one of her swaying breasts in his hand, scratching his fingers along her spine and clutching her ass as she undulated on top of him. He whispered her name as he moved, over and over: “Jamie…Jamie…Jamie…”

He felt himself rising, felt his climax nearing. He held it back, clenching every muscle, gritting his teeth as Jamie moved, gliding him in and out, her wet heat slicking his throbbing cock. She was so wet, so tight, and Chase struggled with every breath now to hold back.

“God, Jay. I’m so close. I can’t hold it back much longer.” Chase grabbed her hips to slow her motion, but Jamie resisted his hold and moved harder, faster. “Jamie…come with me.”

“Don’t hold back,” Jamie whispered, and collapsed forward to lie chest to chest with Chase, burying her lips against his, moving only her hips now.
 

Chase felt his throat burn as he growled, hips juddering up against hers. He couldn’t hold back. She was milking him, working her hips on his in a relentless rhythm, and all he could do was let go.

“Jamie…” He gasped her name as he felt himself about to release. “Now, Jamie. I can’t stop…Please don’t stop.”

He grabbed her hip with one hand and drove her down onto him, arching upward as he climaxed, scratching the fingers of his other hand down her spine. He felt her inner walls clamp down around him, and she screamed, coming with him. He felt liquid heat burst out of him, filling her, and then she crushed herself down hard onto him, riding a wave of climax, and he shot again, thrusting hard enough to lift his entire lower half off the bed.
 

Jamie collapsed, limp, onto him, shuddering and quaking with wave after wave of orgasm, and Chase couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow his manic plunging into her. She gasped breathlessly into his ear, making desperate sounds as Chase finally slowed.

They lay silent together, panting, shuddering. At long last, Jamie rolled off him, carefully drawing his softening member out of her.
 

“I have to pee
so
bad,” she said, slipping off the bed.

Chase watched her naked body as she walked, feeling desire roll through him, even as he was still trembling with the aftershocks of climax. She was
so
beautiful. He felt his breath catch as she came back to him, breasts swaying slightly in a pendulum rhythm, hips gyrating from side to side as she walked. Chase rolled to a sitting position and shifted his legs off the bed. Jamie stopped just out of reach, copper curls wild around her shoulders, pale skin like flawless ivory, eyes like luminous chips of jade.
 

“God, Jay. You’re so lovely, you take my breath away. Literally. I had to remind myself to breathe just now, watching you, naked and sexy and just-fucked.”

Jamie’s face twisted with emotion, clearly overwhelmed by his words. “You’re too sweet, Chase.”

“It’s nothing but the truth, sweetness.”

Jamie moved closer, one step at a time, until she was standing between Chase’s knees. He reached up to hold her hips, and she rested her hands on his shoulders. “You like when I look just-fucked, do you?”

Chase laughed. “Yes, I do. I fully intend to keep you looking just-fucked as long as I can. I might feed you once or twice. I might even take you out to dinner, if you please me.”

Jamie’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Oh, if I please you, hmm? And how do I go about pleasing you,
master
?”

Chase grumbled low in his throat, a ruminating sound. “Hmmm. You’ve done well so far. But I’m still feeling a bit…peckish.”

Jamie huffed a confused laugh. “Peckish? What the fuck does that mean?”

“I means I’m hungry. I need to eat.”

“Oh, I see.” Jamie’s expression told him she wasn’t following yet.

He pressed his palms together, flattening his hands, and slipped them between her thighs, pushing them apart. “Yes. And at the moment there’s only one thing I want.”

Jamie let him part her thighs, thrusting her chest out as he pressed his lips to her belly, then trailed kisses lower and lower. “And…oh, god…and what would that be?”

Chase lay back on the bed, leaving his feet planted on the floor, and pulled her toward his face, causing her to climb up onto the bed on her hands and knees. He cupped his hands between her thighs to cup her ass from beneath, pulling her forward, then guided her torso upright so she was kneeling above his mouth, core directly over his lips.
 

“What would that be?” Chase murmured. “Can’t you guess?”

“No.” Jamie shifted, seeking balance. “This is dangerous, Chase. I’ve got no way to balance myself like this.”

“I’ll hold you.” He extended a hand up and Jamie took it in both of her hands, clutching tight and sucking in a sharp breath as he flicked his tongue over her slit. “
This
is what I want. Your pussy.”

“Chase…we just…” Jamie trailed off, mewling in her throat as he laved his tongue inside her.
 

“Don’t care,” Chase said. “Besides, I’m only going to kiss you
here
.”
 

He suited action to words, pressing his stiffened tongue to her clit. Jamie whimpered and rocked forward, and Chase straightened his arm, holding her upright. Her legs buckled, and she forced herself back upright, then had to lean into Chase’s arm as he began to circle her clit with his tongue, setting a fast, relentless pace. Chase’s arm trembled as she leaned all her weight against him, lifting up and rocking her core back and forth into his tongue.

His index and middle fingers dipped into her folds and sought out her G-spot, and Jamie threw her head back and shrieked as he found it, massaging gently in rhythm with his mouth. Then, without warning, Chase’s middle finger extended outward, tracing the line away from her pussy, backward.

“Oh, god, Chase…no…”

“Please? Trust me?” Chase broke away from her juice-wet slit long enough to murmur the words.
 

He tasted himself in her faintly, but she’d cleaned herself before coming back to bed, so it wasn’t too strong. He didn’t care, anyway. He had a mission now. He wanted to feel her come apart above him. He was going to make her next orgasm shatter her.

He pressed the tip of his ring finger to the hard knot of muscle but didn’t push in. He continued to circle her clit with his tongue, occasionally flicking the taut bead, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her. She didn’t demur when he moved his ring finger in small circles, ever so gently depressing into her tight channel. She growled as he worked his finger into her, carefully and slowly. He continued his assault on her clit, working his other two fingers against her ridged inner flesh, holding her upright with a burning arm.
 

She slid her legs apart and rolled her hips, still growling low in her throat at the invasion of his ring finger. He was nearly in to the first knuckle, and that was far enough. He began to move the finger in and out in tiny gyrations, working to keep the rhythm of all three fingers in tandem.
 

Jamie straightened her body, lifting up and giving Chase’s trembling arm a respite. He felt the first quivers of climax begin, tremors in her belly against his forehead. She was chanting now, “oh, oh, oh, oh,” and he felt her muscles clench. She went limp again, falling forward against his supporting arm, letting go with her hands and placing his palm against her breastbone, supporting her weight there.
 

She was rolling her hips against him helplessly, working his finger deeper into her tight, forbidden entrance. Jamie curled over his hand, and he had to use every ounce of strength to hold her upright. She was close now, so close.
 

He sucked her clit into his mouth past his teeth and pressed his fingers against her G-spot, digging his third finger deeper; Jamie came with a keening cry, and Chase milked her climax until she began shuddering.

“No more, no more, let me down, please…” she sobbed, gyrating her hips helplessly, her entire body shaking as she continued to climax.
 

Chase gently withdrew his finger and slid out from beneath her. She collapsed onto her hands and knees, gasping, heaving. Chase knelt behind her, stroking her back with both hands, rubbing in gentle circles, then down to her buttocks, cupping and kneading. Jamie moaned.

“Oh, my god, Chase. Fucking hell.” She twisted to look at him over her shoulder.
 
“Give me a minute. I’m not sure I can take another one just yet.”

Chase laughed. “Oh, yes, you can.” He moved closer into her so his erection was nestled upright between the globes of her ass. “And you will. Right…now.”

He bowed his spine outward, grabbed his shaft, and guided it to her entrance. Jamie sucked in a breath and shifted her hips, lowering her spine and lifting her ass to meet him. He nudged her labia with the tip of his cock, rocking his hips to nudge in, one hand on her hipbone. Jamie moaned, buried her face against the backs of her hands on the rumpled comforter, arching for him to split herself wider, granting him access.

He slid in deeper, slowly, slowly, gliding silkily into her folds, groaning in his chest as he penetrated her. When he was impaled to the hilt, he paused. “God, oh, god, Jamie. You feel so fucking good.”

Jamie could only moan in response, rolling her hips in an invitation for him to thrust.

“Oh, god.” Then a realization washed over him. “Shit, Jamie!”

She heard the change in the tone of his voice, twisted her head to look at him over her shoulder. “What? What’s wrong?”

“We haven’t been using protection this morning.”

Jamie huffed, something like a sigh or a laugh, Chase wasn’t sure which. “It’s fine, baby. I’m on birth control, and I was just tested last month.”

 
Chase hesitated still. “You’re sure?”

Jamie lifted up on her hands and pushed back into him, ducking her head between her arms, doing a half-push-up, then pulled forward and crushed backed into him. “God, yes. I’m sure. I’m sure…”

Chase let her reassurance push away all the worries and lingering doubts, the feel of her firm, soft ass meeting his thighs and her tight pussy clenching around him driving him wild. He shifted his knees farther apart, leaned over her back to plant kisses on her spine, then her lower back, then her ass.
 

“God, Chase…I need you deep.” Jamie was panting, rolling her hips into him, waiting for him, encouraging him.

Chase took her hips in his hands and pulled her back as he thrust forward, a first slow, gentle surge. Jamie cried out softly, bowing her spine down to raise her hips, sinking back on her haunches to meet him. Chase pulled back slowly until he was nearly falling out, then, unable to hold back any longer, drove himself home, slow but hard. Jamie cried out again, and then Chase’s control was lost.

“Jamie…I can’t hold back. I can’t go slow.” He drew back and then slammed himself in, the slap of flesh against flesh cutting through their mutual panting.

“Don’t—don’t be gentle,” Jamie gasped, rocking back and forth to meet his ever more urgent thrusts. “Fuck me hard…yes! Fuck me hard, just like that!”

Her words made Chase even crazier, fingers digging into her hips so hard she sucked in a breath. He forced himself to let go before he bruised her pale flesh. Harder and harder now, no semblance of control or sweetness or gentility. His back was straight, his hands scrabbling at her thighs and hips, resting on her back as he slammed into her again and again, her cries of pleasure, her breathless gasps of “yes yes yes, fuck yes…” sending him even further over the edge. She was meeting him stroke for stroke, her hands planted forward, her knees wide, her hips high, moving back into his nearly savage thrusts and encouraging him to give her more, more, more.