Page 6 of Don't Fall For A Rockstar

And the sexy singer’s wild moans around my cock only heightened my pleasure. Watching him watching me with those big, beautiful eyes of his, a sharp shock of electricity snapped between us, engaging all my senses.

Blow jobs were always good, but this? Him? I wanted to live and die inside Nate’s mouth.

He gave my cock one more tug with that skillful hand of his and sucked on the sensitive head. A roar I couldn’t contain erupted from my chest as I came hard, the pleasure rippling through my body as I released my cum in Nate’s mouth. The singer swallowed as much as he could, but inevitably, some of it spilled out of the corners of his swollen mouth.

Breathless, I was about to collapse on the carpeted hallway when I heard a ping.

The fucking elevator…

No.

Pulling my spent cock out of Nate’s provocative mouth—and ignoring the debauched sight of the hottest man I’d ever had the pleasure to be with—I reached down and lifted him up. Then I desperately scrambled for my card key so we could get inside my room.

That orgasm was incredible, but I realized that the pleasure had little do to with the risk of being seen and everything to do with the man sucking me off. But for some weird reason, I didn’t want anyone to see Nate like this. Only me.

My possessive reaction surprised me, but I refused to think any more about it.

This time, I managed to get the card key out of my pocket and scanned it, opening the door.

I ushered a panting Nate inside and slammed the door behind us. He pushed me against it, wrapping his arms around my neck. Without hesitation, I kissed him, tasting my release, enjoying Nate’s dirty groans. His hips collided with mine, his hard cock brushing against my stomach. I reached down to cup him, the slick feel of leather and the heat of his body a temptation I couldn’t resist.

“That was so freaking hot, and I’m going to be reliving that for quite some time,” I confessed.

“It was my absolute pleasure,” he replied, echoing my sentiments at the club.

Then he licked his lips, and all I wanted to do was kiss him. All night long.

“Get these fucking clothes off and get in my bed.”

Nate eased back and stripped off his top. Unlike me, his chest was smooth, and he only had one tattoo in the center of it that read ‘oui’, meaning yes. I’d visited places like Québec and France, so I knew a handful of French words and phrases.

Andouiwas right. Everything about tonight made me believe in that word.

His long body was beautiful, and when he unzipped those skintight leathers and revealed a black lace jock, my weak knees nearly gave out again.

“Fucking hell,” I groaned.

“You like?” he asked as he pushed down his pants and stepped out of them, then turned around and walked over to my bed.

My tongue was too tied to answer him.

His ass was incredible, and the lacy jock framed his cheeks perfectly. I couldn’t wait to watch my cock slide deep inside him, to pound that ass until he screamed my name.

I threw off my plaid shirt and shoved my jeans and briefs down, kicking them aside. Even though I wasn’t as pretty as the man in front of me, I had a decent body, thanks to all the physical labor of my job.

Nate kneeled on the bed, glancing over his shoulder, giving me a long once-over. His gaze was as smoldering as the rest of him.

Without pause, I walked over to the nightstand, grabbed the lube and a string of condoms, and threw them on the bed.

“Six condoms?” Nate teased as he leaned forward on his hands.

“You’re a rockstar. I’ve got big expectations.”

He threw his head back and laughed, and the velvety sound made me smile. Not to mention, that sexy grin of his and the gorgeous waves of his hair sliding down his back had me drunk on the sight of him. Fucking hell, six was conservative.

Suddenly, one night with Nate seemed way too short.

And that line of thinking was, shit, it was dangerous. And stupid.

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