Page 17 of Taming His Rockstar

“That was a momentary loss in concentration,” I say to him, determined not to give him the satisfaction again.

I’m surprised when he just lowers his head, pulls my panties to the side, and pushes his tongue inside me. I open my mouth to say something and moan instead. My hand reaches down and clutches at his hair even as I feel my legs buck beneath me. Jesus, the man is going to kill me. He grips my thigh for leverage as he sucks at my pussy, his tongue flicking my clit as his lips frame my lips. I fist my hand into the lock of his hair as I jerk against his mouth. Almost unbelievably, especially since I just had one, I begin to feel another orgasm build. His hands part my legs when I try to close them, his tongue working me in ways I never knew it could. Fuck, he gives head better than some people use their cock. I suddenly want to ask if he does this for a living. I bet he’d make more money doing this than he would working in that club. I’d pay him more money for this than he made in that club.

He replaces his mouth with his fingers and lifts his head to look at me, lips wet with my juice.

“I want to watch you come this time,” he says, his gaze intense as he stares at me.

“You’re . . .” I grab the couch and feel my back leave the cushion, as his fingers ease up the narrow slit of my pussy, gliding over folds dripping with my arousal. “You’re going to kill me.”

“Can’t think of a better way to die.” His thumb brushes over my clit, slowly encircling it as he pushes two fingers inside me and begins to thrust. “You wait until I say you can.”

I don’t need to ask what he means. I bite at my lips, my hand slipping into my hair as my hips rise to meet his every thrust. I hold his eyes, both of us staring at each other. If this is how one-night stands go, then I’ve been doing it wrong all my life.

“God, I can’t wait to do this with my cock,” he says with a tortured look that fans my pride.

“What are you waiting for then?”

“You to come,” he says.

He pushes his fingers deeper, stretching my pussy side to side and twisting and turning his hand either way. He curves his fingers and pulls, and I could swear I scream. Or maybe I whimper. He does that one more time, and the whole “wait until I say you can” will be a forgotten rule. His thrusts grow faster, and my pussy tightens around his finger as I buck against his digits.

“Please,” I plead, my whole body stretching like guitar strings. And he’s plucking me with the expertise of a maestro.

“Not yet,” he says and keeps on fucking me.

“Please,” I beg, wanting to come. Also not wanting to come before he says I can. “I’d do anything. Please, let me come. Please . . .”

“Say my name,” he replies, eyes on me. “Say my name when you beg.”

“Please Jake,” I say unashamedly. My toes are curled so hard I doubt there’s any blood in them. I’m panting, close to tears, and I’m squirming so hard only his body keeps us on the couch. I’m way past pride at this point. “Let me come.”

He snags my clit between two fingers from the inside, his thumb rubbing above it, and curves two more upward as he tugs and thrusts.

“Come for me, Kitty.”

The words barely leave his lips when I grab his hands and ride it to my orgasm, moaning low and long as my body shuddered over and over again.

I feel him climb my body and crawl up until he’s straddling me. I raise my head and kiss him. It’s a slow and tender kiss. I don’t care that this is a one-night stand. It’s one I won’t forget in a long time. He lifts me up and wraps my legs around his body as he carries us to the bed. It’s a short distance, and as he puts me down, I pull at his shoulders, still kissing him. I don’t want to say I’m in that moment acting on emotions. All I know is that I’ve felt more this night than I have in a long time.

He kisses me back, his hand slipping into my hair and tugging at it, not too hard. Just enough for me to know. He’s still the one in charge. I don’t mind that. I love it, actually. He lifts his head.

“Want to kiss you for as long as you want, Kitty. But I need to take care of myself now.”

I rise to my knees as I slide my hand down his pants until I cup his erection, slowly rubbing at it. Impatient, I unbutton his jeans and pull them off, throwing them on the floor. He’s wearing briefs, and I tug them down, delighted when his cock springs into my hand. I wrap my hand around him, marveling at the size of him. Suddenly, that cocky look he always wears seems justified. Unable to help myself, I stroke from the base of his cock to the head, my thumb rubbing at the slit. He jerks in my hand, and immediately, I pull back.

“You keep doing that, and you’ll be wiping me off your face.”

“I don’t mind,” I say, reaching for him again.

“Maybe. But that will have to wait.” He reaches for the bed stand, and I see a pack of condoms.

It’s open, and I ignore the slight feeling of jealousy I feel. I reach forward to take it from him and push him down on the bed as I straddle him.

“I’m taking over, buster.” I open the condom with my teeth and grab the base of his cock as I roll it on.

He grunts low in his throat when I use that opportunity to stroke him. Smiling, I position myself above him as I look into his eyes. Slowly, so I can get used to his girth, I ease the thick head of his erection into the swollen, dripping wet folds of my pussy. He groans when I settle down. I whimper as I lean forward and place my hands around his shoulder. Then I begin to ride him

“Fuck,” he grunts out as he grabs my hips and slowly begins to thrust up.

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