Page 3 of Taming His Rockstar

Chapter 3

His name is Pete, and he’s one of the stagehands. I had seen him around a few times during the tour and even struck a conversation with him twice. I chose him because, well, he’s hot as fuck and tried to flirt with me once. That night, I saw him standing close to my trailer smoking a cigarette, and in that moment, I’m horny enough and just drunk enough to not think too much of my decision. So, I stick my head outside my window.

“Hey, Pete, you want to come in for a drink?”

He seems to hesitate for a second before he nods and flicks the cigarette away, stopping to crush it under his boot. I watch him walk up to my door, and I have to admit I like the way he moves. He’s strong, that I know from the muscles that fill out his T-shirt and the ease with which he has hefted a log of wood that looks twice as heavy as I am.

“You know I’m not calling you in here to have a drink, right?” I say after he’s inside the trailer.

He smiles at me. “I think I figured that out already.”

Then he just stands there, almost as if he’s waiting for me to make the first move. I don’t blame him. Most guys have no clue what to do when they come across women like me. Almost as if they assume powerful women get aroused differently than other women. It’s left to me to make the first move. So, I move close to him and wrap my hands around his neck as I go on tiptoes for a kiss. He kisses me back, a little hesitantly, but quickly gets into the act. His hand moves to my waist, and I moan at the strength in his palms. I lean in closer, rubbing my body against his and purring so hard even I know it has been way too long. I decide then that I’m about done with the making out part and want to get down to the main event. But Pete has other ideas. Or to be more honest, he seems to have no ideas at all. Not when I lean in close and push my breasts against him. Not when I reach between us and stroke his erection through his pants. He stays with his hand on my waist, kissing me but not doing much than that. Once he moves his hand to my ass and then moves back, almost like he’s afraid to offend me. And that’s another thing about being the poster face for the female badass rock star. People automatically assume I’m the same defiant, strong woman they see on stage and on the posters. It means they leave me to take the lead and dictate the pace, and while that can be hot at times, I wish Pete would use that big, brawny strength of his to rip off my shirt and throw me on the bed. I wish he’d hold me down with those massive arms and push himself into me, those powerful hips thrusting in abandon as he fucked me recklessly. I know better than to wait for any of that to happen, so I do what I always do. Take control, pulling my shirt off and pushing him back on the bed with one finger and reaching for the belt around my waist.

“Get naked,” I growl at him, watching how his eyes seem to glaze over at the tone of my voice. Great, I picked up another tame hunk. Either I have the worse luck in that regard, or there’s something about me that just attracts guys like Pete. Still, it has been a while and need overshadows preference. I finish undressing and look up to see Pete’s naked too, and for a moment, I stop to admire the beauty of the organ jutting out from his hip. All the vibrators and dildos in the world can’t compare to the magnificence of a pulsing cock. “Condoms in the drawer,” I inform him as I climb into bed with him and begin to kiss him.

I watch him put the condom on and wrap my hands around him as soon as he’s done.

“You’re not one of those guys who kisses and tells, right?”

He shakes his head.

“Great, wasn’t planning on doing much kissing anyway,” I say as I stroke. “Put your hands on me.”

He does as I ask, strong hands stroking across my body and pawing at my breasts. I figure with his cock in my hand, I can make him do anything I want. I just wish I didn’t have to. I wish he’d pull me down right now and get behind me. Fuck me with my head on the pillow and my ass in the air. The man lying down passively on the bed waiting for me won’t do that unless I ask him to, and I’m not in the mood for that. So, I straddle him and position myself. Then I sink down and moan as he fills places that haven’t been filled some time, and for a little while, I forget all the things I would’ve preferred and focus on what I’m getting. And three hours later, after a couple of orgasms on both sides and when I get tired of telling him what to do, I send him out of my trailer.

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