Page 105 of Dear Rockstar (Dear Rockstar 1)

I gasped as he began to move faster, fucking my mouth, sliding his cock deeper into my throat, seeing the studded flash of his belt as he thrust, the buckle biting my cheek when he grabbed my head and held himself there, buried almost to the hilt. And still, I wanted more of him, the peppery taste of his pre-cum making my sex ache until I couldn’t stand it.

I reached down to touch myself and Dale’s eyes widened, watching me spread my thighs, panties still pulled aside as I rubbed that swollen, aching nub at the top of my cleft. His motion slowed as he watched me, and I whimpered when he withdrew, sticking my tongue out, licking the tip, still within my reach, but he pulled my head back, his fist in my hair, shaking his head.

“No, I want to fuck you,” he insisted, and my pussy clenched at his words in anticipation. “I have to fuck you.”

There was nowhere to go, no couches or tables, not even a chair. Dale glanced around the room and then, decisive, pulled me gently to standing. I was still wobbly, and he grabbed me to him with one hand, moving me again with his hips, but this time I could feel his cock shifting between my thighs as if seeking entrance.

He slid me over, past the door, in front of one of the wooden shelves where they stored the stage equipment. There was just enough room between two of the small amps, and the shelf was the perfect height as he lifted me up on it. I spread my legs to make room for him between them and he came to me, kissing me hard against the cold wall, feeling the head of his cock sliding up and down against my swollen mound.

I gasped when he found me, our eyes locking as he slid slowly inside, his face saying everything his mouth couldn’t once he’d slipped all the way inside, filling me completely. His eyes closed for a moment, just one, brief, fleeting moment, his lower lip drawn between his teeth, his cock throbbing inside of me, a steady beat, like the pulsing of the music before the lights went up and he began to sing.

He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.

Then he opened his eyes to look at me, and the emotion there, the love and the lust and the pain and the anger, all of it there in his eyes, took my breath away. I knew then in that moment he was giving me everything, he had already given it to me, had been trying to hold it back and had failed, all this time, afraid to be hurt, afraid to be vulnerable, afraid I might turn away or reject it, and I couldn’t believe he would think I would, I could.

I wanted him, all of him.

He began to move in me, hips rocking me on the shelf, cock deliciously wet with my juices, sliding easily in and out. Dale reached down to grab the edge of my skirt, shoving it up so he could look down and watch himself go into me. My panties were still shoved to the side, giving him access. I loved the way he looked at me, like he could have swallowed me whole.

“Look,” he whispered, sliding slowly out of me, almost all the way out.

I bit my lip, watching as he slipped back inside, the two of us becoming one like some magic trick as he made himself disappear inside of me, at the same time filling me up completely. It was the most amazing thing in the world, and when I met his eyes, I knew he saw it too.

“Touch yourself,” he said, his gaze still hot between my thighs. “I want to watch.”

I slipped my hand down between my legs, gently nudging my clit, shivering at the sensation, my nipples hardening instantly. Dale’s eyes lit up as he watched me pleasure myself, my fingers making circles around and around, the feeling so much bigger with him buried inside of me like this it was almost too much.

“God you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said hoarsely, his fingers gripping my hips hard, digging deep. He lowered his head to mine, whispering in my ear, “Is that what you do when you think about Tyler?”

“No!” I gasped, denying it, my legs going around him as he shoved himself in deep, buried to the hilt. “It’s what I do when I think about you.”

He pulled back to look at me, searching for the truth, and I saw it in his eyes, the need to possess me, the need to keep me and hold me and have me, forever, his and only his. I didn’t know what to do, what to say, to convince him, so I just put my arms around his neck and gave myself to him completely, begging him to take me, to make me his.

“You are,” he growled, driving into me harder now, faster, hips working between my legs. “Mine. Mine. So. Fucking. Mine.”

“Say it,” he hissed into my ear, biting my lobe, making me yelp in surprise. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I am,” I whimpered. The force of his thrusts shook the shelf, the whole wall behind us, but neither of us took much notice. “Oh God, yes, Dale, I’m yours. I’m yours. All yours!”

He gave one last shuddering groan, sinking so deeply, almost painfully, inside of me. It was like being impaled with a spear and I could have sworn I tasted him at the back of my throat as he came, every white-hot burst of his cock spilling millions of his seed, marking his territory, making me his in a way no man ever had—or ever would again.

I kissed his moist cheek, his jaw, found his mouth and kissed him fully on the lips, our breath still hot and fast and gasping, wishing I could tell him how much he meant to me, but there just weren’t words.

When he opened his eyes and looked at me, I was lost.

Smiling, giving me just a brief flash of that dimple, he touched the tip of my nose with his and asked, “Do you really think we’ll make it to the finals?”

I cupped his face in my hands, kissing him again, soft and brief and loving.

“You’ll make it,” I assured him, confident.

And they did.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“You’ll be my Bonnie, baby,

I’ll be your Clyde

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