Page 32 of Rock Star

She watched me sheath myself, her eyes huge.

Back on the bed, I kneeled between her legs. “Is this what you want, Firebird?”

“Oh, yes, I want it.” Her voice was husky. “I want YOU.”

“And you will have me,” I smiled.

I took both her hands and moved them up over her head, pinning them to the bed. I lowered my mouth to hers, our lips barely touching. “I’m not going to fuck you, Phoenix. As I said earlier, I’m going to make love to you.”

“Make love to me, Axel. Please…”

I’d never made love to anyone ever. Yes, I’d fucked plenty of women, but they were nothing compared with Phoenix.

She parted her legs and I fitted myself between them.

With a moan, she raised her hips and pressed her pussy against my cock.

I dropped her hands and took hold of her thigh, lifting it, opening her up.

Her eyes stared into mine as I pulled back then eased myself into her.

She was squeezing me like a fist.

I reared back on my heels, grabbed her and pumped.

I stared down at the both of us. At her long blond hair spread across the pillow. At my dick sliding in and out of her.

“Can you feel how perfectly we fit together, Firebird? The most beautiful song I’ve ever heard.”

“Yes, Axel, yes…”

I pressed my thumb to her clit, circling it, telling her how gorgeous she was, how special she made me feel, until she cried out, “I’m coming.”

Her muscles clamped down on me, and I lowered my body to hers, thrusting in and out of her as I rode out my own orgasm.

I’d come harder than I’d ever done in my life, and I was still twitching with aftershocks.

Insane.

With a growl, I brought my mouth down on her sweet lips and kissed her deeply.

“That was amazing,” she said, coming up for air.

I quirked a brow. “Only amazing?”

She smirked. “Okay, it was more than amazing.”

I slid out of her, removed the condom and tied it off. “I want to stay with you tonight,” I said, getting back into the bed and spooning myself around her back.

I felt her stiffen. “What about the guys?”

“I’ll leave before anyone wakes up. No one will know.”

She turned around and faced me, held me with her eyes. “I don’t want anyone to think I’m trying to screw my way to success.”

“Christ, Phoenix. No one would think that of you.” I heard my shocked tone. “You’re not that kind of girl.”

“But we have to keep it secret.” Her bottom lip trembled. “I don’t wanna be accused of being like Yoko Ono with the Beatles, ripping the band apart.”

I lowered my face and rubbed the tip of my nose against hers. “Not going to happen. You and I are going to make beautiful music together.” I nudged my already hardening cock against her thigh. “In more ways than one.”

She ran her fingers through my hair, and I saw the need in her glowing green eyes.

I snaked my hand down her goddess body, eliciting a moan. “Make love to me again, Axel,” she pleaded.

“Hell, yeah,” I laughed, sliding off the bed to get another condom from my wallet.15“Take a look at this, Mom,” I said, stepping onto the terrace of my hotel suite and turning my second-hand, reconditioned iPad so she could admire the view of the Eiffel Tower. “Isn’t it stunning?”

We’d arrived in the early hours, having flown direct to Paris after our second Barcelona concert, and had gone straight to our rooms and to bed. It was almost mid-afternoon now and my stomach was rumbling, but I’d wanted to check in with my parents before ordering room service.

“It’s beautiful, sweetie,” Mom said softly. “So happy for you…”

“How are you?” I inquired like I always inquired.

“Fine,” she replied like she always replied.

It was her default answer, and it meant nothing. Mom never complained about her illness, never admitted to being sick. I’d need to have a separate conversation with Dad to find out how her treatment was working, but he was always with Mom when I called, which made it impossible. He’d phone me if anything was seriously wrong, I told myself while I carried on chatting, but guilt gnawed at my gut for not being there with them.

I perched on a chair, gazing at the Parisian skyline. Warm spring sunshine heated my bare arms, and the scent of roses mingled with the traffic fumes tickling my nostrils.

“How did your second concert in Barcelona go?” Dad asked, coming into view on the screen. He already knew the first one had been hugely successful as we’d talked when I’d gotten back to the hotel from the gig the other night.

“It was epic,” I said. “The band was on fire, their music set the crowd alight and Axel radiated the most incredible energy.”

“Wish we could have been there.” Dad’s face looked wistful, and I remembered Axel’s offer to fly my parents out for one of the shows.

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