Page 18 of Stuck with a Billionaire Rockstar

Her body trembles above me, shaking violently with each swipe of my tongue through her center, and I watch as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping. I pull away from her and shake my head. “Don’t get quiet on me now, Julia. I want to hear you.” That statement seems to surprise her, but she lets go of her lip immediately and reluctantly brings a hand up to her breasts.

Although I came not long ago, my cock rises at the sight of her pinching her nipples and rolling them gently between her fingers. She stops abruptly, so I look up and find her staring at me with wide eyes. I chuckle against her clit and shake my head, eliciting a gasp from her, before saying, “Don’t stop on my watch. Do you understand how sexy you look right now, pleasuring yourself?” Her chest rises fast with her intake of breath and she blinks at me. “It’s an image that will be burned into my brain forever.”

I’m not lying.

Everything about this moment will forever be etched into my brain, constantly on repeat and forcing me to come with fantasies of her in front of me on her knees. That’s not important, though. Right now, I’ve got the real thing in front of me and I’m not walking away until I’ve heard her scream.

I tease her entrance with the tip of my fingers, swirling them in her arousal for a few seconds, then slowly sink them into her.

“God, Brent,” Julia moans above me, the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard, and I thrust my finger into her so that she’ll say my name again.

There’s something about it slipping from her lips that makes my blood pump wildly in my veins, the need for her growing more and more intense as the seconds pass. I shouldn’t have brought her up here because now there’s no turning back.

“Come, Julia. Let it all out,” I rasp against her skin, then crook my finger into her in an attempt to hit her G-spot just right.

Her body shakes, and her hips jerk beneath me as her pussy clenches desperately around my finger, the release coming over the edge rapidly. She lets out a string of curses, followed by my name, and I wait until she’s sagging into the mattress to pull away from her. I watch her for a moment as she closes her eyes, then slowly back off the bed and make my way into the bathroom.

As the high of the moment comes crashing to a halt, I shake my head and curse at myself for being so stupid. It’s simple enough. I’ll go back out there and tell her it isn’t supposed to mean anything, just a way to help her experience, and there’s no need to make a big deal out of it. Except, it feels much more than that right now.

I’ve never felt more alive.

I wait a few moments until I’ve gotten my scrambled thoughts under control, then take a deep breath and head back into the room. The door slamming shut echoes as I stare at the empty space where Julia was lying, and a frown pulls at my lips.

Isn’t this what I wanted?

Yet, my chest aches that she’s not still lying there.

What do I do about that?

9

Julia

When I rush through the door of mine and Mallory’s suite, she’s tangled under a blanket on the leather couch with a muscular arm draped over her side and her mouth hanging wide open. She stirs, making me freeze in place as I watch her like a damn hawk. If she wakes up, I’ll be screwed and have to tell her everything – lying to her isn’t an option.

Once I’m sure she’s still fast asleep, I tiptoe down the hall and into the bathroom, then shut the door softly before turning the light on. The brightness hurts my eyes, but I adjust quickly and stare at myself in the mirror. My lipstick is smeared, strands of hair sticking up in odd places, but it’s the clothes I’m wearing that make me groan loudly into the room.

His shirt is hanging low, only a sliver of my thighs showing, and I fiddle with the cotton fabric for a moment while chewing on the inside of my cheek. As quickly and quietly as possible, I step back into the room where Mallory’s sleeping and dig for a pair of pajamas in my suitcase. If she catches me in one of her brother’s t-shirts, I’d never hear the end of it.

I thought things would go slower than this.

This was the plan. Brent is supposed to be helping me gain experience, talk better with men, but I didn’t think he’d make me feel so alive tonight. Even now, as I’m standing in my suite and away from him, my skin is still tingling from his touches. Is it supposed to feel like this?

I wouldn’t know.

The thought has my mind going back to what happened in college. It was what seemed like a magical moment when my ex, Francesco, walked into the coffee shop I worked part-time at, claiming that he had been searching around for me after eyeing me in one of our classes. I later found out it wasn’t that at all.

When I wasn’t with Mallory, most of my time was spent with Fracesco in my dorm room and we’d watch different movie marathons. I’d meet with him in the school library, where we would work together on our class work, and I was beyond proud of him for getting his grades up in the class we shared together.

I had this bright idea that I would get him a cake made – a little over the top for a higher grade, but I was smitten with him and wanted to show that I cared about him – and planned out an entire night for the two of us. Mallory helped me set our dorm up for a night full of action and adventure movies, Francesco’s favorite genre, then left for the night to give us alone time.

At this point, we were together for a few months and I was more than ready to admit my feelings for him. We had been intimate together, he made me smile daily, and I truly thought he was serious about me.

That night, with pizza sitting in front of a makeshift bed on the floor, and a projector shining on our white walls, Francesco walked in and said the most absurd thing I’d ever heard. Apparently, I was part of this elaborate plan to get his grades up so that the woman he truly cared about could take him home to meet her parents.

It turned out I was nothing more than a way to get through the class and show off to this girl’s parents. He never did stay long enough to get the cake I had made for him, and I called Mallory bawling my eyes out. She walked through the dorm minutes later, since she was only a few doors down staying with another friend of ours, and we stuffed our faces with the cake while talking about what a dick he was.

Ever since that time though, I never made it further than the first date with a guy.

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