My Rock #8 (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #8) (2 page)

“Oh, Tristan!
Oh god!” he ran his tongue along between them, spreading them just enough to
barely graze the swollen head of my clit, sending a wild jolt of electricity
surging through me. I was squirming again, but he kept a firm grip on my thighs
while he slowly licked and kissed and sucked. He took one hand off my hip and
used it to spread open my lips. Then, he just dove in, sucking my hard,
sensitive clit into his mouth and running his tongue across it. I wanted to
scream, but I still had just enough brain cells to be afraid that would bring
security running. I was crying out, loudly, and it seemed to spur him on.

After some time of driving me nearly mad with his
lips and tongue and every so often grazing me with his teeth, I felt him stop
and pull his head up. I pulled my eyes open, with some effort, and looked down
at him. He was looking up at me with a sexy grin.

“You like that, baby?”

“God, Tristan! I love it.”

“I’m
gonna
make you come
now,” he said in a sexy whisper. The sound of it was almost enough to make me
come right then and there. But then the smile was gone and once again his face
was buried between my legs. He used his tongue first to clean off the fresh
juices and then he started licking between the inner and the outer lips, with
long, quick thrusts of his agile tongue. He would start at the bottom of my
lips and lick up until he reached my clit, and then, after flicking it
violently a few times, or sucking it into his mouth, he would lick back down
and start over. I had my hands tangled up in fists in his hair and I was going
to have to scream if he didn’t start licking my clit and making me come soon.
It all felt so fucking good, but at that point, I needed to come.

I started twisting and thrusting my hips towards his
face as he licked and sucked on me, groaning and crying out. I was begging him
to touch my clit by then, and it seemed to make him that much more determined
to lick around it. He put his tongue inside of me instead and began sucking
every drop of juice that came out of me. I was whimpering to the point of
practically sobbing. Finally, at long last, he enveloped my clit with his lips
and began to tongue it furiously.

“Oh yes, baby! Right there! Oh, god, Tristan! Yes!
Yes!” I was screaming it out, beyond the point of caring if security popped
their heads in or not. He used his lips to form a seal and as he sucked on it,
his tongue ran up and down along the sides. I was thrusting my hips harder
towards his face in rhythm with his mouth and babbling now like a raving lunatic
as I felt the orgasm building, ready to explode and unload like molten hot lava
from a volcano. I literally screamed as I came and my thighs clamped down on
the sides of his face, pinning his ears against his head. My hands were still
in his hair and I was still pressing his face down into my pussy. He kept my
clit between his lips and continued to suck on it gently, riding me through the
orgasm.

At last, arching my back, I rammed my pussy into his
face one last time before I could finally relax. My arms flopped to my sides
and my entire body shook as he gently feasted on what he had coaxed out from
inside of me. When he finished, he backed away from me slowly, letting my feet
drop to the floor. I laid there for a few minutes with my eyes rolling back into
my head while he started stripping off his remaining clothes. I sat up then,
and before he could get the boxers off his ankles, I sucked his throbbing cock
into my mouth.

I slid my lips from the top of his shaft down to the
head and as I ran my tongue across the bulging veins there, my hands kneaded
his thighs and my fingernails brushed gently against his balls, eliciting a
gasp from his lips. I reached around and took the cheeks of his ass into my
hands and I began to massage them as I sucked. I used my hands to guide him into
me, and once I felt the head of his cock brush the back of my throat, I would
pull my head back and suck until the head was all that was left between my lips;
then I would repeat it all over again. The whole time I was using my tongue to
brush along the bottom side of his cock and then to swirl around the grooves of
his smooth head. I glanced up at him and saw that his head was thrown back and
his face wore an expression of pure ecstasy.

“Oh god, Elly!
Fuck! That feels so good.”

I smiled against his cock, and this time when I slid
my mouth along the shaft to the head, I let it slide out. He groaned in protest
until he felt my lips on the tops of his thighs. I licked along the sensitive
inner part, taking his cock in my left fist just as I sucked one of his balls
into my mouth.

It was his turn to cry out loudly enough for
security to hear him and as I sucked he said, “Elly! Fuck baby! You need to
stop that, I don’t want to come yet.” His voice was pleading so, although I
didn’t want to stop, I did. I sat there on my knees looking up at him until he
reached down and pulled me up onto my feet. He kissed my lips and when his
tongue slipped into my mouth, I tasted myself there and it fueled my desire
even more.

After we broke the kiss, he spun me around and
gently nudged me down towards the couch. I laid face down on top of one of the
throw pillows so my ass was pointed up in the air. I felt him kneel behind me
and, although I was anticipating his cock, the feel of his fingers slipping
into my pussy from behind was almost enough to push me over the edge again. He
moved two fingers in and out of me slowly and then suddenly I felt his thumb
circling the entrance to my ass. He finger fucked me like that for a long time
before suddenly rolling me over onto my back like a rag doll and pulling my
legs down so that my ass was resting on the arm of the sofa. He reached down
and cupped my ass, pulling the bottom half of my body up towards him while his
beautiful face grinned down at me. I reached down with one hand and opened my
pussy lips. I felt his cock slap against my lips as he let the head rub up and
down along them.

“I want you inside of me, Tristan…please!”

He let the tip slide into me then, still grinning,
teasing me. I groaned and tried to wiggle my hips further upwards to meet him.
He thrust forward just a little more until the head of his cock was all the way
inside of me and the shaft was just beginning its entry. I wiggled a little
more and, at last, he thrust harder, penetrating me all the way. He groaned
loudly and I cried out. For just a few moments, he held it there, filling me up
and letting his cock just rest. I waited as long as I could before thrusting my
hips up again.

He smiled broadly and said, “You wanted it baby, now
what?”

“Fuck me, Tristan! Please!”

He grinned again and then he pulled back, almost out,
and reached down and grabbed my legs. With no warning from that point, he
started thrusting and pulling in and out.

“Oh yes! That’s it! Yeah, baby!”

While I babbled on he shifted my legs to his other
arm and reached out with his right hand to grab and pull on my nipples while he
very slowly drew his cock out, paused and then plunged in all the way again. He
would stay there, buried inside of me for several seconds, almost long enough
to make my head explode each time before pulling it back for another stroke and
doing it all over again.

My body arched and wiggled and tossed all over the
couch as I tried to ride him harder and faster. Just when I thought he was
ready to speed up his tempo, he pulled all the way out and said, “Get up on
your knees baby.”

I did as he asked and got up on my knees with my
hands resting on the other arm of the couch. He knelt behind me and we wiggled
against each other until my thighs were pressed against the arm of the couch.
He held his cock in one hand and thrust forward. I cried out again and then he
grabbed my hips and began to move in and out of me while I moved back and forth
against him. That was what I’d wanted…all day long. It was becoming what I
lived for.

He fucked me like that for a long time. I was
already about to come again when he reached around and put a finger against my
clit. He pressed against the ultra-sensitive nub as he fucked me, rubbing and
swirling my own juices across it. He continued driving his cock into me and
stroking my clit until I couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Oh god, Tristan!
I’m coming again, baby!”

“Yeah, baby, me too.” We thrust and jerked against
each other wildly until, at last, I felt the orgasm hit me like a truck and,
less than a minute later, his own orgasm exploded out through his cock and into
my pussy. He rode me gently for a few seconds before at last collapsing down
onto my back while we both gasped for breath. When our breathing had finally
slowed down and we were both back under control he slipped out of me, leaving
me feeling suddenly empty. He rolled onto his side and pulled me into him and I
snuggled back down into his chest in the same position that I’d been in that
morning before we had been so rudely interrupted.

CHAPTER
FOUR

TRISTAN

We pulled out early the next morning to head for
Houston. Elly was gone when I woke up and I felt the bus moving, so I just went
back to sleep. I slept until I felt us stop again. At that point, we were in
Houston. It was only nine in the morning. The show wasn’t supposed to start until
six, so thinking about what stupid Jake said the day before, I took out the
binder where I’d been keeping the songs I’d written and my guitar. I started
looking through them; some of them were finished, but others still had a ways
to go. Most of them still needed tweaking and I knew from experience that none
of them were ready for fucking approval. I’d have better luck just getting up
and beating my fucking head into the wall. If I chanced it and sent them in, it
would take another fucking week to hear back from them before I could start
fixing whatever they wanted fixed. Since that day was the first deadline, a
week would be too late and they could still say I wouldn’t get my money and my
deal. I was fighting a losing battle and the more I thought about it, the more
pissed off I got.

I should have hired a lawyer and sued the fuckers
for not telling me exactly what the deal was. They were doing everything in
their power to keep me from getting that money and the record deal; in the
meantime, every time I got onstage and did a concert for them, the fuckers were
making money off me hand over fist.

I got up and started getting dressed. I came into
this contest with nothing but my talent and proved it was enough for America to
vote me number one out of thousands of contestants. I had been playing to tens
of thousands of screaming fans every night; I could have walked out of here
with the same thing I walked in with and started over easier than I could get
those songs written and approved at that point.
I finished
pulling on my jeans, boots, and t-shirt and went looking for Jake.

When I passed
Elly’s
bus,
I thought about calling her out and telling her what I planned to do. She would
only try and talk me out of it though, and that would probably escalate into a
fight. I wasn’t giving in on this one. I was tired of being used by these
fuckers and Elly would just have to understand that. I walked on by and went
into the conference hall. Every city we went into, they rented office space for
the big wigs. I guess the prissy motherfuckers were too delicate for a bus to
be good enough. I saw Tony in the hall.

“Hey, Tony, where’s Jake?”

“Hey, Tristan.
Maybe I can help you. What do you need?”

I need to knock your ugly face off your fat little
shoulders. “I need to talk to Jake. Where is he?”

“I’m just not sure if he’s available…”

“Never mind, I’ll find him myself.” I walked into
the first office on my right. One of Jake’s little minions was in there.
“Where’s Jake?” I asked him.

“He’s in the last office on the right,” the guy told
me. When I turned around, Tony was still behind me. He was looking annoyed that
the minion told me where to find the Great One.

“Tristan, maybe we should just talk first, to make
sure you’re not going to fly off the handle.”

I turned around and got in the little bastard’s
face. “Why should I fly off the handle, Tony? Because I just found out that
there was work I was supposed to be doing in order to get my money at the end
of this fucking tour? Because I know that I was told this too late just so the
thieving bastards wouldn’t have to give me what I was owed after I made
millions of fucking dollars for them? I can’t imagine what I could possibly
have to fly off the handle about; can you?”

Tony looked like he was about to shit his pants, but
I was not sure what he was more afraid of: me, or losing his job because he let
me get past him. When I turned back towards the office, the minion told me Jake
was in.

I found Jake sitting in a nice office in a big ass
wing-backed chair, dressed like a GQ model as usual, and sipping on his latte
with some other fool in a suit. Jake looked up at me, obviously annoyed that
I’d interrupted.

“Tristan, did we have an appointment?” he said.

“No, but this won’t take long. I quit!”

Jake jumped up out of his chair and said, “Quit? You
can’t quit!”