Page 23 of Taming His Rockstar

Chapter 10

He places his hips between my legs, and I can feel his erection pushing at the entrance of my sex. I immediately open for him, wanting to feel him inside. He stays just poised outside, his eyes staring into mine. God, he’s such a tease.

“What do you want?” he asks in that lazy drawl of his.

“I want you to make me beg,” I reply breathlessly. “I want you to make me do anything you want. I want you to make it hurt just enough that I love it.”

“For someone who wants me to do anything I want, you have a lot of demands.” A crack in the air, and I look up, shocked to see a leather black whip in his hand. The same whip I saw in the sex shop the other day. “Beg for it?”

“For what?” I ask, frowning in confusion.

“For my cock,” he adds with another crack of his whip.

“Please,” I say immediately, “give me your cock.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He shifts, and I feel it slide against my sex again.

I moan loudly and move so I can force him in. He moves too. I move again, pushing myself closely against him. One touch. I bet one touch is all I need and I can get him out of my mind. One touch to push me over the edge. I suddenly feel his hand around my neck. His grip isn’t too tight to choke. Just enough to stop me.

“You don’t get it unless I chose to give it to you. You try to force me, and I just may use this whip on you.” He looks me straight in the eye, and I feel a shiver pass through me. He’s not playing. I immediately start thinking of how I can force his hand. “Spread your legs,” he orders.

I quickly obey him. I watch him rise above me and wrap his fist around himself, stroking in a way that makes me want to grab him and push him inside me.

“Good. Now touch yourself,” he says in that deep, sultry voice that gets me even wetter. “I want to see you play with yourself. You don’t get to come until I say you can, though. I want you right on the edge.”

I lower my hands and place them between my legs, finding an easy rhythm formed from years of lonely nights spent chasing this pleasure.

“Oh, Jake,” I moan, unable to help myself as I push myself closer and closer to the edge. I look at him, waiting for him to tell me to come. “Please,” I plead, frustrated beyond measure as he merely looks on. “I need to . . .”

I beg and beg, and he just stands there looking at me until I can’t take it anymore and push myself over the edge and back to consciousness.

I blink away, alone in my bed. My hand is between my legs, and I’m still horny as fuck. All of it was a dream. There was no naked Jake in front of me. I sigh in frustration, unable to believe I had another sex dream about Jake. I’m starting to get tired of them. They leave me frustrated, and no matter how many times I come with my vibrator, it always leaves me feeling hollow. Sighing, I push myself up from the bed and slip my legs into the flip-flops on the floor below. It’s still dark, but I know I can’t sleep again. I grab my phone from the charging dock and begin to go through my social media page. I’m surprised when I find Jane sitting at the island table with a bowl of ice cream and her tablet in front of her.

“What are you doing up?” I ask, grabbing a spoon and joining her.

“Watching Doctor Who,” she replies. “What are you doing? Or should I rather ask, who were you doing?”

“Was I that loud?” I sound flustered. “The walls are not that thin.”

“No, they are not. But when it’s night and no one is making noise, sound travels really easily. Maybe put on some music before you go to bed next time. Or better yet, just call the guy and get all this over with. God knows you seem to have it really bad for him.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Katie,” Jane calls my name in a way that arrests my attention. “You do, and denying it is not going to help you at all.”

“It will pass,” I reply, staring at my phone as I lick my spoon clean. “It’s just been a while, that’s all. Plus, I guess I’m a little lonely these days. Maybe I’ll call Phoebe and see if the squad wants to hang out for a few days.”

“Really?” Jane looks excited to hear the squad may be meeting. “Do that. Call them.”

The squad are four of my best friends. Women I have become very close with over the years. There’s Phoebe. She’s a musician like me, and we met after she helped me with some backup singing one of my albums a few years ago. Heather owns a café, and she kept me company while I wrote the majority of the songs on my second album. Violet runs a flower shop, and Ava is the CEO of a cleaning company she started seven years ago.

Ava used to clean my apartment, and we were friendly enough. Then one day, she stopped and told me she had an investment opportunity for me. It wasn’t the first time someone I knew tried to pitch an idea, and I was ready to tell her I had no interest. But I saw how nervous she was, and I decided I should at least listen to her before I showed her how her idea, no matter how cute and optimistic it was, wouldn’t work. And to be honest, these ideas never worked. They were always half-baked formed by acquaintances trying to take advantage of my money or popularity. Ava shocked me when she gave me a full pitch, complete with projections, business plans, and financial projections, all with colorful binders and slides. Her dedication alone was enough to have me interested. The intelligence behind her business plan cemented the deal for me. I asked her to get a drink with me that night, and the next morning, I signed a document making me her business partner. That deal remains one of the best I ever made, and now Ava is more than just my business partner.

Next to Jane, these four women are my closest friends, and even though we live in different cities, we still manage to stay in touch. At least once a year, we make sure to spend a few days together. I’m sure if I have my squad around, I’ll be able to forget about this whole Jake nonsense. But all these women have lives of their own, and I don’t want to make them suspend them just to be with me.

“I don’t know,” I say after mulling it over for a second.

“Come on,” Jane says. “I think it would be nice. Especially with this whole Jake thing. You know what? I’m going to text Phoebe right now and tell her all about it. I bet they would like to know you’ve got a guy who makes you moan so loud you keep me awake.”

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