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

I made the rounds, mingling with Jake and meeting
his beautiful girlfriend who according to Jake is a director of children’s
films. I finally got to meet Molly’s boyfriend who seemed like a really nice
guy and I got to meet Keith’s life-partner, another good guy.

 
Jake introduced
me to some other producers and directors too and I felt my professional circle
growing as the night went on. I was excited by that, but still having trouble
getting thoughts of Tristan off my mind. He had done what I asked and stayed
away from me while I did my thing and he did his.

Every so often he would catch my eye and give me a
long, slow once-over, ending it by running his tongue slowly across his lips.
He was so damned sexy. How was I honestly supposed to resist a man like that?

The night was still young when I left the party and
I got in my car. It seemed almost like it drove itself automatically to his
apartment building. I’d seen him slip out about a half hour before and I’m not
positive but I think he winked at me when he did. I still needed to talk to him
about exclusivity. I really hoped he wasn’t screwing those nasty skanks I saw
hanging around the night I went to see him play in the bar….or anyone for that
matter. If I wasn’t going to be anything else to him, I’d like to at least be his
only piece of ass.

I tried to talk myself out of doing this all the way
up the stairs. I even told myself it wasn’t too late to run after I’d knocked
on the door. When he pulled it open, shirtless and in a pair of loose fitting
pajama pants, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere except inside.

“Hey,” I said, trying not to stare at his bare
chest.

“Hey,” he didn’t bother not trying to stare at mine
and it was still covered.
 
Sometimes I
thought it might be fun to have that kind of confidence and to really not give
a shit what people thought. “Come on in. I wasn’t sure you were going to show.
I thought you made like a rabbit.”

I stepped inside and said, “I wasn’t sure either. I
honestly thought about not coming. I really shouldn’t be here.”

He put his arm around me and turning me around in a
circle he said, “Sure you should be.
 
See, it’s just you and me here. No hidden cameras or tape recorders. I’m
not going to turn you in because I’d like to have a million bucks. You’re not
going to turn me in because you like your job. I think we’re both safe, no one
else has to know.”

I was on auto-pilot by that point. My body had taken
over the second I walked into his apartment and it was already responding in
all kinds of ways to the sound of his voice and his arm around my shoulders and
his breath against my ear. I nodded and let him lead me over to the couch.
Before we got there, I tried to think of something clever to say, anything. I
wanted to have a conversation with him. I didn’t want to just walk in and have
sex. I actually decided that I wanted to get to know him…or maybe I thought if
we talked first, and maybe after, it would seem less like we were doing
something illicit.

“Did you have fun at the party?” I asked him.

He leaned in and put his lips on my neck. I felt the
vibration of his lips as he said, “Mm Hmm,” against my skin.

“Did you get to meet the executives?” I squeaked the
last part of that out because now he was nibbling my neck and his fingers and
thumb were tweaking my nipples through my dress.

“
Mmrrggrr
…” was what he
said. I have no fucking clue what it meant but I did know that he was trying
hard to end the conversation. He’d pulled my dress up around my waist and was
working it up over my breasts. I couldn’t think of another question to ask so I
pulled my arms up and let him slip it off of me. He undid my bra then and
looked at me. A sound came out of his throat, something like a growl. It
touched that place deep inside of me and my panties were suddenly wet.

He reached back and pushed a pile of crap on the
couch over to the side and then he pushed me back so I was sitting down. He
pulled my panties off and pushed my legs open. Then he lowered his head and
kissed my lips. I shivered and let my legs fall open further. He looked like he
was just breathing me in for a second and I thought that was a little strange
but then his tongue dove in and I forgot all about it. He started with small
licks with the tip of his tongue. His hands were massaging my thighs as he
licked me and I felt him grip me tighter as his tongue started tracing long,
slow strokes up and down my slit, teasing my lips apart.

He looked up at me and grinned and then in a rare
moment for him of speaking during sex he said, “Put your hands on your tits.”

I didn’t question it, maybe because they were aching
to be touched. I cupped one in each hand and began teasing my hard nipples
between my fingers as I threw my head back against the couch and lost myself in
the pleasure of it all. Tristan went back to work thrusting his tongue into me
and then licking strongly upwards until it met my clit. He’d circle it with his
tongue a few times before sucking it into his mouth and practically making me
scream with delight. I was pulling hard on my nipples now and bucking my hips
and the more excited I got the harder he licked and sucked.
 

I was moaning, probably too loudly but it was his
fault. He had his tongue pressed hard against my clit when I suddenly felt his
hand move from my leg and his fingers dip deep into my pussy. He pushed and
pulled them in and out for a bit and then he switched, putting his tongue back
inside of me and moving it back and forth as he rubbed circles around my clit
with his fingertips.

My breaths were growing deeper as he rubbed tighter,
faster circles around my clit while still working on my lips with his mouth. He
reached up with one hand, wet from my juices and replaced my own fingers on my
nipples with his. He pulled his tongue out of me and licked a long path up my
slit sucking my clit into his mouth again and this time holding it there,
flicking across it with his tongue. His pace was steady and I could feel the
orgasm coming to a head. I arched my back up off the couch as it hit and my
body went into an almost convulsive, wild, rippling state as my moans were
replaced with panting and my thighs closed on his head as he continued to suck
on my clit and ride out the orgasm with me.

I was still shaking as he stood up and pulled me to
my feet. He kissed me hard, wrapping his hands in my hair and pulling our lips
together so that his tongue could nearly reach down my throat. I was grateful
for his body to lean against. My legs were so unsteady I wasn’t sure if they
would hold me for long. He sat down on the couch then and pulled me down
towards him. I straddled him with a knee on either side and I was so hot for
him and so lost in what we were doing that I didn’t even consider a condom. I
slid my soaking wet pussy down over his cock and when he hit bottom I felt an
actual shock of pleasure jolt through every part of my body. He gasped as I
pulled back up, almost letting him fall out of me and then sliding back down,
impaling myself on his hard cock. God, he felt so fucking good, it was no
wonder I was suddenly a sex addict.

I played with him for a minute, but his hips started
moving up to meet mine and his hands slid up and grasped my breasts and he
began to knead and squeeze them, exciting me even more. I started grinding into
him harder, moving my hips back and forth as he replaced his hands on my
breasts with his mouth licking and nipping at my nipples and the tender skin
around them. He was making me moan and pump up and down on him even faster as I
grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in tighter. With my chest pressed
into his face it caused my hips to angle downward so that each time I moved
forward on his cock, my clit would rub against him. My pussy was gushing wet
and my juices were running out of me and coating his cock. He grabbed my hips
and started thrusting back towards me, driving his cock in deeper.

“Oh fuck Elly! You’re so fucking hot!” The sound of
his sexy voice while he plunged into me drove me wild and soon I was in a
frenzy bouncing up and down on his cock as he left his tongue suspended in the
air, catching one of my nipples every so often as my tits bounced up and down
in his face. I gasped each time his cock bottomed out inside of me and I was
right there on the verge of coming, but I wanted more. I let him bury his cock
inside of me once more and then I let it slide out of me and stood up. He was looking
at me like “What the fuck?” I smiled and turned my back to him. I straddled him
again, letting his cock slip back inside of me, but now my legs were on the
floor and I was facing away from him. I heard him groan and felt his hands
slide up and grab my tits. I took that to mean he liked the position.

I started riding his cock again, leaning my hands
back on his hard thighs and using them as leverage to push myself up and down.
With every stroke in this position I could feel his entire shaft filling me up
as his balls pressed against my ass. He slid his hands down from my breasts and
used them to massage my ass for a bit before sliding a hand around front and
searching out my clit. He knew that he had found it when I cried out. Now as my
pussy clamped around his hard shaft and I rode him hard, he pinched and pulled
and rubbed at my clit. It was the most fucking awesome sensation that I’d ever
felt.

I could feel a tingling at first that spread from my
clit to the rest of my pussy. It slowly climbed its way up to my belly and then
a huge build-up of tension surged through my body.

“Oh God, Tristan…Oh Fuck! Oh God!”

I sat straight up so that my pussy was pressing
tightly down into his groin as I came. He stopped rubbing my clit and moved his
hands up to my hips, guiding me gently as I continued to rub against him. He
slid one hand down and grasped my right wrist in his hand and moved it around
to the front of my body. He pressed my hand into my pussy and knowing instantly
what he wanted I started rubbing my clit while I was still grinding down into
him. I reached around with the other hand and moved that one down between my
legs as well. I cupped his balls and began squeezing them softly. He let out
the loudest sound I’d heard him make yet. It was almost animalistic and
suddenly I felt him pick me up off of him and stand me up on my feet.

He sat back down and he leaned back into the couch
and said, “Put your lips on my cock, Elly. Suck it for me baby. I can’t stop
thinking about your lips on my cock.”

I dropped to my knees happily and took the shaft of
his cock in one hand and guided it into my mouth. He was coated with my juices
and I loved that I could taste myself on him. I reached down and continued
playing with his balls while I kissed and licked the fleshy tip of his cock. I
sucked lightly on it as I worked my lips around it.

He was moaning and moving his hips up and down as he
grabbed my hair in his hands and said, “Oh fuck Elly! That’s it! It feels so
fucking good!”

That spurred me on and I started to suck harder,
running my tongue back and forth quickly along the underside of the tip. He was
grunting louder as I sucked it in deeper, as far as I could. While the head of
his cock was brushing against the back of my throat I continued sucking and
massaging the shaft with my tongue.

He was pumping his hips so I moved my hands from his
balls up to his shaft and put one on each side and let him push himself into my
mouth. I sucked on him harder as he fucked my mouth ad I could feel his body
begin to quiver and shake and his cock to swell in my mouth. I wanted to see
his face when he came so I opened my eyes to look up at him and when I did,
everything bad in my life came rushing back.

I pulled my mouth up off of him abruptly and did a
double take to make sure I’d seen what I thought I had. It took him a few
seconds to be able to speak.

When he could, he said, “What? What the fuck
happened, don’t stop…fuck, please don’t stop.”

Lying on top of the pile of shit he’d raked off the
couch earlier were two things I’d hoped to never see again, a crack pipe and a
marijuana bong.

“This is not fucking happening to me again,” I said.
I stood up and rooted around on the floor for my clothes. Tristan was looking
at me like I’d lost my mind.

“What the fuck is going one? Elly, fucking talk to
me, what happened?” I couldn’t talk to him. I didn’t want to. I felt like I
couldn’t breathe and all I wanted was out of there. I slid my panties on and
slipped on my shoes then grabbing my purse, I headed for the door.

Tristan stood up then and started after me with his
erection still leading the way. I didn’t stop moving until I got downstairs and
into my car. I started it quickly and drove home.

CHAPTER
THIRTEEN

TRISTAN

I don’t know what the hell happened. One minute I’m
in the middle of fucking Nirvana, getting the best blow job I’d ever had and
the next, this crazy chick is throwing on her clothes and running out the
door.
 

All she said was, “Not again!” What the hell did
that mean?
 
I tried to go after her.
 
All I wanted was for her to turn around and
tell me what the hell had just happened. Did she see a fucking mouse down there
on the floor or what? If that was the case, I’d have the place fumigated. I
just wanted her to come back.