My Rock (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #1) (2 page)

“Hey there, I’ve never seen your pretty face in here
before.” She actually blushed. I seriously couldn’t recall the last time I saw
that happen.

“Hi, I’m Elly. I’m a really big fan of yours,” she
said.

I looked around over my shoulder and said, “A fan?
Of mine?”
I was trying to be funny, but truth be told, it
had been a while since I’d heard those words, especially from a pretty girl.

She giggled and said, “Yeah, when I was a kid,
Uptown
Boyz
was all I lived for some days. I had a huge crush on you.”

It was my lucky day. Stepping closer to where she
sat on the high stool, I slipped an arm around her. Damn! She smelled good. I
was used to girls who smelled like smoke and whiskey—or something worse.

In what I thought was my sexiest voice I said, “So,
what about now?”

“I’m sorry?” she said, looking just a little nervous
about my arm being around her.

“I was just wondering about that crush. Are you
still feeling it?”

She giggled again, and said, “Maybe, but before we
talk about that, I really need to use the restroom.”

She slipped out from underneath my arm and I watched
her fine designer jean clad ass disappear into the ladies’ room. I reached into
my pocket and took out the little glass vial I’d stored there earlier. I didn’t
even care if anyone saw me. Nobody in this shithole was going to care.
I
took the lid off and used the little spoon to snort what
was left. That was the kick I needed to follow that hot girl into the bathroom.

She was washing her hands when I walked in. I locked
the door behind me and when she heard the click of the lock, she looked up at
me, shocked. I wondered if she was going to scream, or knee me in the crotch so
for a few seconds, I kept an arm’s length away. She didn’t scream though and
she didn’t really even look all that pissed.

“What are you doing in here?” she asked. I didn’t
say anything. I just stepped forward and put my hand on the back of her head,
pulling her in for a passionate kiss.

The most surprising moment of the night was the
contented sigh she let out as she kissed me back. When I was famous, I
routinely had girls like this. It lasted for a while after the band broke up,
but not long.
 
Once my name faded from
the supermarket rags and I ran out of money, girls like Elly didn’t want
anything to do with me.

The little sounds she was making as we kissed made
my cock swell and press urgently against the inside of my pants. My tongue was
exploring her hot mouth and my hands started sliding down over the sexy curves
of her body. Instead of pulling away, she leaned into it, submitting to my
quiet dominance.

I felt a primal desire for this woman. It came from
a place inside of me that I hardly knew existed any longer. I stopped our
tongue wrestling long enough to slip her blouse off over her head. She looked a
little shy about it, but she still didn’t make any move to stop me. She looked
fucking hot standing there in front of the rusty sink in her red lacy bra.

I unbuttoned her jeans and she leaned back against
the sink and helped me by moving her hips and lifting up her legs as I pulled
them down over her smooth thighs. When I made it down to her calves, she kicked
out of them and then shivered. I’m not sure if she was cold because of standing
there in her sexy red underwear or if she was just still a little nervous, but
it was fucking sexy either way. She stood there calmly as I took off my own
pants and boxers gazing intently at my cock when it popped out, ready to give
her the ride of her life. I ripped my shirt over my head.

I used my foot to kick our clothes together in a
pile and then I pushed her gently down to her knees.
 
She looked up at me and I smiled at her. I
think that made her feel less nervous because she opened her mouth. I leaned
back into the wall and she grasped the shaft of my throbbing cock in her dainty
little hand and began flicking the tip of it with her tongue. She was stroking
it with her hand as her tongue ran circles around the head and down the
shaft.
 
I tilted my head back into the
wall, loving it; suddenly she opened her mouth all the way and took my cock
into the back of her throat. She was gripping my thighs with her hands, nails
digging in, as she bobbed her head back and forth.
 
Each time she sucked my cock between her
sexy, full lips, she’d let it slide deep into her hot, moist mouth, gripping it
tightly with her suction until my balls hit her chin. She’d hold it there until
she gagged on it and then she’d pull her head back again and start the whole
thing over.

I was in fucking heaven.

This girl looked so sweet and innocent that I may
have even believed her if she’d told me she was a virgin. It was mind blowing
to be getting the best fucking blowjob I’d ever had while looking down into
that sweet, innocent face at the same time. It was all I could do to keep from
shooting my load right then and there. I wrapped my fingers up in her long dark
hair and I used it to guide her head as I fucked her mouth. I was so excited, I
wasn’t even trying to be gentle; I was shoving my cock in and out of her
heart-shaped, red
 
lips fast and hard,
watching her as she took every inch of it in, gagging on it a little, but not
fighting it. I could feel myself on the verge. I wasn’t ready to cum yet
though—I wanted more.

I pulled her head back again until my cock slipped
out of her mouth. Then I pulled her up to her feet. She put her hands out and
pressed against my chest for a few moments for support. Her hands were cold and
they felt good on my hot, sweaty body. I gave her a second to get her balance
and then I pulled her in against my chest. She still had on that lacy little
bra and the feeling of her nipples pressing through the lace, rubbing against
my chest was driving me crazy. I pulled her face up to mine for another long,
hot kiss,
then
I turned her around so that she was
facing the wall.

She made a shocked sound when her body made contact
with the cold cement. I picked up her hands and held them up against the wall
above her head with one hand. She didn’t complain, and she even arched her back
a little so her sweet ass was away from the wall and in position. I brushed the
fingers of my free hand just lightly across her pussy as I pushed her panties
down off her hips, they were soaked and I felt her shudder as my fingers grazed
her lips lightly. She was more than ready for me.

The only coherent words she uttered since I walked
into the bathroom were, “Can you use a condom, please?”

I didn’t answer her, but as I slid her panties to
the floor, I reached into the pocket of my jeans and pulled one out. I tore it
open and slipped it on with one hand as soon as I stood back up. Then, I
slightly bent at the knees so the head of my dick was just touching her pussy
lips. It would have felt better bareback, but if a Trojan was what it was going
to take to fuck this girl, then so be it.

I circled my dick around a few times, just reveling
in the feel of her slick, warm juices oozing out along the head and down the
shaft. When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I pressed against her entrance and
pushed up, penetrating her with one long, quick thrust.

She cried out, a sexy little cry that made me even
hotter. I groaned and pressed my chest into her back just staying buried inside
of her tight pussy for a few seconds; even with the wrapper on, the pressure
and warmth of her pussy walls was fucking awesome. Both of us were breathing
hard. I was panting, trying to get my body under control and not cum the second
I had my cock inside of her.

She pushed back into me and started wiggling from
side to side. I felt her tense the walls of her pussy and grip me even tighter,
and it was my turn to cry out. I dropped my hands to her hips and tried to slow
her down. She didn’t know how dangerously close to the edge she was driving me.

It didn’t slow her down though, she was pumping my
cock in and out with the motion of her hips and after a few seconds of that, I
was past the point of any resistance. I got a tighter grip on her and began to
plunge in and out of her with urgency.

I was ready to cum now; it was an almost painful
need at this point.

My thrusts became rough and hard; each time I thrust
up inside of her, I hit bottom and she would cry out. She was getting loud,
almost screaming. She seemed to have forgotten where we were, or she just
didn’t give a fuck like me. She
was locked
into the
passion and I could feel her muscles tensing up, signaling that she was ready
to cum too.

“Fuck!” she yelled as she came, allowing me to feel
her warm juices spill.

I circled around a few times with my hips, making
sure that she enjoyed that orgasm to the last drop. When her body relaxed at
last, I could feel her legs shake against mine as I picked up the tempo once
more. My balls were so tight they were screaming out in pain; all it took was
three
more good
, hard thrusts and I felt my cock swell
up inside of her. Every muscle in my body went tense and I shot out so much
cum, I was like a fucking virgin with a
Playboy
.
I wasn’t even sure if the condom was able to contain it all; I doubted it.

When I finished milking it all out at last, I had to
put my hands out against the cement wall and rest my body up against hers to
keep from buckling at the knees. Our bodies were slick together with sweat and
I wasn’t sure if it was her trembling, or me. It didn’t matter, other than the
desperate pull of our lungs as we tried to suck in enough
air,
neither of us were able to move for what seemed like a really long time.

CHAPTER
THREE

ELLY

The next morning, when I woke up, I lay in bed
longer than I actually had time to. I was trying to convince myself that last
night had been a dream and I had not gone to a sleazy bar and had practically
anonymous sex in a filthy bathroom with Tristan Rogers. It was no use. I knew
that it hadn’t been a dream. I’d gone to that bar with no more plan than to see
him in person and hear him sing, but when he’d kissed me…everything I ever felt
for him, even though it was all a million years ago, came rushing back. I lost
myself in the fact that Tristan Rogers wanted me. I wasn’t a girl who gave it
up easily, I wasn’t a slut. But that morning, I sure as hell woke up feeling
like one.

Looking at the time and realizing I didn’t have all
day to lie in bed and worry about it, I sighed and reluctantly forced myself
up. As I rose from the bed, I caught sight of the framed photograph on my
nightstand. His beautiful face was smiling as always, but I felt like there was
a hint of accusation in his eyes. I knew it was my own guilt and anxiety
talking, but I kissed my fingers and pressed it to the glass over his lips
anyways and said, “I’m sorry.”

I made coffee and then headed for the shower. Today
was kind of a big day for me. I should have stayed home last night and made
sure I got plenty of rest and got up on time. I couldn’t be even a minute late
if I wanted to make a good impression, and I did. This internship was really
important to me and my career. I’d just finished up my film school classes in
June. I was one summer class and a fall semester away from a BA in film and
video production. After that,
I
was still planning on
going to school for my master’s. I received financial aid, but a master’s
degree was expensive, and what they gave me wasn’t going to cut it for another
two years.
 

I was looking for a job when I saw the advertisement
for the paid internship on a job board at the University. It said that
Fresh Voices,
the wildly popular reality
show that made superstars out of everyday people, was looking for a production
intern. A job like that would be a dream come true for me. The experience would
be invaluable, and it could open up so many more doors. I applied, nervously
went for the first interview, and then the second. After the third interview, I
started thinking that maybe they weren’t even going to fill the position, just
interview me to death. After the fourth interview, they finally offered me the
job. Today was the first big meeting with the production supervisors, and even
the actual producer was supposed to make an appearance. His name was Jake
Gilley, and he was one of the biggest producers of pop music in the U.S. and
the U.K.

I laid out the new suit I’d bought just for this
occasion. I hadn’t gotten my first paycheck yet, so I didn’t have a lot of
money. I’d found this suit on a Nordstrom’s Rack in Hollywood—less than a
hundred dollars for the whole thing. It was a pretty, plum colored skirt suit
with a collarless jacket that nipped in at the waist and had a pleated peplum
that flounced over the hips. The skirt was A-line and ended just above the
knees. Luckily, I had a nice pair of pumps in the same shade that I’d bought
for my cousin’s wedding a few years back. They were hard to match, so I’d only
worn them a few times and they were like brand new.

After my shower, I dressed in my outfit and
straightened my hair so that it laid long and draped over my shoulders. I
applied a minimal amount of make-up and threw on a few pieces of jewelry. I was
satisfied as I looked in the mirror, feeling that I looked like a young
Hollywood professional. As I gazed at myself, my mind wandered back to the
night before. I hoped that no one in the business would ever find out that I
screwed a washed up singer in the bathroom of a seedy bar.