Page 30 of Taming His Rockstar

Chapter 14

Ienter the apartment before him. But I have barely taken two steps when I feel him pull me and spin me around as he crushes his body to mine. I’m already rising on tiptoes before his lips slam into mine.

The kiss is rough and messy. His tongue shoving into my mouth with a force I want so badly to feel much, much lower. His hands grab my ass. And by grab, I mean he spreads his palms over my ass, squeezing so hard I’m sure they leave marks. I respond by pushing my hips into his, slowly rocking against the weight of his erection between us. I reach down to touch him, and he nips my jaw. I yelp. Or moan. It’s hard to tell with his tongue invading my mouth again as he sucks mine into his.

Suddenly, he spins me against the door and pushes me against it. Breathing fast, I turn around and ty to meet his eyes. The hand on my back is restricting my motion. I struggle a little, wondering why this is so hot I’m already pressing my legs and pushing against him.

“Stop that, or I swear I’m going to end this and spend the next hour teasing you with just my tongue and finger without making you come once.”

I immediately go still and lean my head against the door, struggling to keep still as he reaches down and tugs my blouse out of my pants. He reaches around, unclasps my jeans, and before I can react to that, is pushing my pants down and spreading my legs. Two fingers to check how wet I am, and since I’m dripping wet, he doesn’t see anything stopping him from guiding his cock into me with a speed that makes me cry. God, it feels so good to have him inside me again. I have maybe a hundredth of a second to enjoy that before he’s thrusting into me with quick, measured strokes. His hands go to my hair, and he tugs as he places the other on my lower back.

I moan low and push back against him, his hands guiding my hips as he slams into me over and over again. It doesn’t take a minute. Maybe even shorter than that. To be honest, I pretty much forget the concept of time here. All I know is that as soon as he begins to pump his cock into me, I can feel a ball of heat begin to form inside my core. Each stroke feeds that heat until it’s hot and blazing. One more pump, and I scream in pleasure as my orgasm crashes into me with all the subtlety of a tornado, making a mockery of every single orgasm I’ve given myself since the last time he fucked me. I slap my hands against the door, my nails scratching as my whole body shudders in ecstasy.

He doesn’t stop thrusting during my orgasm. If anything, he increases his pace, stretching out that one glorious moment until it seems to last forever before slowly cresting and taking me down. When I turn around, he’s still fucking me. But as soon as I come down, he pulls out, and I immediately feel empty. He turns me around, and with one hand on my shoulders, forces me to the floor.

I willingly drop, already reaching for his cock. He pushes his pants down along with his briefs. Wrapping my hand around his cock, he grabs my head and pushes his bulging erection toward my mouth. I hungrily open and take him in my mouth, my two hands wrapping around the base as I begin to suck. I’m determined to rock his mind just like he’s done mine, and giving head is one thing I excel at.

I reach down and find his balls, tugging on them as I tighten my lips around him and suck hard. His grip on my hair gets tighter, and his hips slowly thrust in and out of my mouth. I keep my mouth and lips wet, not minding the dribble down my chin. My tongue finds the base beneath the crown of his tumescence, and I lick it, smiling when his leg jerks and he makes a groaning sound. Lips sucking, tongue licking, hand stroking and cupping, I work his cock, proud when I hear the variations in his breathing when I do something new. The way the speed of his cock pumping into my mouth begins to pick up so that he is soon fucking my mouth. I leave one hand around the base of his cock so he doesn’t destroy my throat. Still, he’s big enough that he fills my mouth.

Still sucking him, I take him as deep as I can, my head bobbing up and down as I stroke every inch of him with my tongue. I reach down and rake my nails against his balls.

“Shit!” he exclaims, grabbing my jaw and trying to pull back. “I’m coming.”

I don’t let up. Instead, I intensify my effort, struggling with him until he understands what I want. I hear him groan as he pumps into my mouth, and I feel the thick gush of his release fill my mouth and throat. I suck hard, smiling when he growls low in his throat as he slams his hand against the door and pours all of himself into me. I take all he has to give, loving the taste of him in my mouth. And when he’s done, I swallow him and suck one last time on his cock before letting him go.

I look up from my knees at him, a sultry smile on my face. “Seems you still haven’t lost the habit of putting things in my mouth.”

He smiles. Reaching down, he pulls me up and wraps his arms around me as he kisses me long and hard on my lips. He pulls back and we both pull our pants up.

“I guess that’s it for tonight, then. When do you think—?’”

“That’s what?” He looks at me as if I’ve told a bad joke. “We’ve just gotten started. Actually, we haven’t even started.”

“And what we just did?”

“An appetizer. I don’t want to bite into the main course until I’m well and truly ready.” He leans close and tug my hands so I’m forced to move into him. “And trust me, Kitty, I plan on taking a very big bite out of my main course. But first, we are going to order pizza. Then I’m going to show you something I got for you.”

I smile at him. “Do you order pizza for every girl you sleep with?”

He takes my hand and heads for the kitchen. “It depends.”

“On what?”

“How well she impresses me?” He smiles at me as he picks up his phone begins to scroll through it. “Some I send home with nothing but a smile on their face. Others I send home with pizza in their belly to go with the smile. And some, there are those rare few that impress me enough that I bring out my trusty waffle iron.”

“So, I did well enough to earn a pizza. I shudder to think what anyone would have to do to get the waffle iron out.”

He pretends to think about that. “Hard to tell. Even I don’t know what it takes. Maybe you’re going to be the one to cut that particular ribbon.”

I watch as he orders pizza for the both of us and shrewdly look around the kitchen for a waffle iron, wondering what I would need to do to make him get it out. I suddenly realize what I’m doing and have to admit he’s very clever. Making me compete with no one to see who can please him better. Still, I can’t deny that a part of me still wants to make him take that waffle iron out.

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