Page 16 of Stuck with a Billionaire Rockstar

I smirk and twirl my finger through a strand of hair. “Then let’s go to your room, Brent.”

His eyes darken, then he shakes his head. “I really shouldn’t, Julia.”

“Maybe not,” I say softly, then pull away and stand from my chair with a hand held out to him. “Please give me what I need tonight.” I’m not sure what’s making me so desperate at the moment, but I’m not going to back down. He looks at my hand, then back up at me, and I sigh. “We can act like it never happened, if that’s what you want, but I need this.”

“Why?” He asks. It’s a question I hadn’t anticipated him having and it catches me off guard for a moment that almost hightail back into the lobby without looking back.

I don’t, though. Instead, I take a deep breath and decide to give him a little more of myself tonight. “My bedroom skills are a little rusty.” I scoff and shake my head. “Actually, no, they are a lot rusty.” He stares at me, eyes searing through me in a way that has me fidgeting under it, and I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t want to be that self-conscious woman anymore, you know?” The silence that ensues after my words puts me on edge and I brush a strand of my hair away from my face. “I guess, what I’m asking is for you to take me to your room and teach me everything you know.”

I’m really going at it with desperation, which must be such a turn-on for him. It surprises me when he places his palm into mine and lifts from his chair, then starts tugging me toward the lobby and to the right where the elevators are located. There’s a few people hanging out around the main entrance, but no one bats an eyelash as we hurry along the marble floors.

When the elevator opens, I sigh in relief that we are alone and Brent quickly presses the button for his floor. What I don’t expect when the doors close is for Brent to walk up, push me against the wall of the elevator, and slam his lips against mine like I’m not the only one who’s desperate for more. As the cart rises to each floor, there’s a small ding, and I eye it eagerly.

I need this to go faster.

Now would be a good time to back away and tell him this was a mistake, but I can’t bring myself to do that. Everything about his touch and lips is what I need. My entire body is vibrating and I feel more alive than I have in years. His tongue brushes along the seam of my lips and I let my eyes fall shut, taking in the moment as much as I possibly can before it’s over.

Brent pulls away and sighs. “How you could be rusty in the bedroom, with those emerald eyes and stars scattered over that button nose, is beyond me. You’re much more than you believe you are, brighter than anyone I’ve ever met. I’ve been going crazy all night, you know that, Julia? ” I shake my head and he chuckles in response. “The way this dress looks on you, I was about ready to stab the eyes out of every man who dared to look at you.” The admission makes my toes curl and I let out a breathless moan, only silencing it by biting my bottom lip. “What the hell are you doing to me, huh?”

After he asks the question, he doesn’t give me the time to respond before slamming his lips back against mine. When the elevator dings and the doors open onto his floor, I gasp as he lifts me into the air and starts carrying me down the hall. Anyone could walk out of their room right now and see me with my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, hands desperately tugging at the strands of his hair like they’re a lifeline, and I would give zero shits.

I rock my hips against him, eliciting a groan from low in his throat that gets muffled with the kiss, and the door creaks behind me as he pushes his door open. He doesn’t bother flicking the light on, but kicks each shoe off as he stalks through the room like a man on a mission.

That mission is me, thank God.

Our kiss becomes wild and frantic with our teeth clashing together, tongues swirling with their own dance, and my head is spinning from the euphoria. There’s fireworks going off around us, crackling in the air, and his fingers are digging into my ass enough that they’re going to leave bruises. My dress has long since traveled up the length of my thigh, so when he deposits me carefully onto his bed my black lace panties are already showing.

His gaze travels down, zeroing in on my covered pussy, and he glides his tongue slowly over his bottom lip. “God, you look magnificent with your dress pushed up like that.” I suck in a sharp breath when he climbs onto the bed, hovering over me, and traces his fingers along my pussy over the panties. “So wet, too.”

I nod in response. That’s all I can do because words are not coming to me right now. Not when he’s got his hands all over me. He looks down at my chest, where my breasts are spilling from the fabric, and leans down to trail his tongue over the curve of them. It was a mistake to think I couldn’t possibly feel more from him, every vein inside of me is bubbling with pleasure.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Julia. Especially like this,” he rasps, his fingers trailing over the skin of my thighs. “With your legs spread for me, begging me to put my face between them.” His eyes snap to mine and he smirks. “Is that what you want, Buttercup?”

“Mhm,” I mumble.

Again. Words are not a thing for me right now.

“You’ll need to do better than that,” he whispers before tugging the neckline of the dress down, the fabric tearing in the process, and swirling his tongue over a nipple. “Tell me what you want, Julia.”

He rocks himself into me, his length dragging against my pussy, and I fumble with the button on his jeans. “You,” I whisper.

This isn’t something I’m very good at. I’ve only done it a few times, but the idea of taking him in my mouth does something to me that I can’t push away. I need him. He leans back, patience flitting across his features, and watches as I finally manage to tug his jeans down with the boxers.

His cock pops out, bobbing in front of me, and my mouth pops open in shock. That’s going to hurt. He brings a hand to my cheek, tilting my face so that I’m looking at him, and his lips are curved into a small smile. “You don’t have to do this, Julia.”

“I want to, Brent. Just, talk me through it.”

How embarrassing is this? I should know what I’m doing, how to make a man feel good in a moment like this, but I’m lost as he positions himself in front of me. He pushes himself back until he hits the headboard, then nods at me to come over. “Anything you do will feel good,” he whispers, brushing hair away from my face, then spins the strands around his wrist until there’s nothing left dangling. “Just go with what’s comfortable.”

Right. Comfortable. My heart beats wildly in my chest as I lean down, mouth open wide to take him, and the hiss that echoes from him makes my pussy clench.

Is this what it feels like all the time? It’s never been my experience.

Or is it just Brent?

I’m a mess right now, slowly diving into an emotion I have no business having for someone who’s so far out of my league it’s not even funny. He could have anyone he wants, so why on earth would he ever choose me?

I close my eyes, his length reaching the back of my throat, and let all the negative thoughts scatter. Now is not the time for them.

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