Page 14 of Knocked Up by a Rockstar

It turned out she also had talent, too. She played the electric guitar while singing. The whole band had energy, but she had the most out of all of them. Her voice veered between screaming and singing so softly it was like a lullaby, and she pulled it off with style. The melody of the music brought it all together, so the whole thing wasn’t too offputtingly heavy.

Before I knew it, I was dancing along to the band with the rest of the crowd. The atmosphere here really was contagious. It had been so long since I’d seen a good live band, especially not one in such an intimate atmosphere like this. While Sylvester’s party was certainly very popular, it couldn’t rival the crowds you got at a stadium gig, and I was glad of it.

After the band had finished, I spotted Sylvester weaving his way through the excited crowd to me. I pretended not to see him coming until he rested his hand on my arm in greeting.

His arm lingered there after I’d acknowledged his arrival. “How are you enjoying the party?”

I nodded. “Quite well, actually.”

He pulled me in closer. “I’m glad!”

Once again, I was suddenly hit by the smell of his skin, the sweat from the crowded party and the lights, the mingling and intoxicating scent of his aftershave, clothing and hair products. A combination of new and familiar smells that my body was reacting to, even as my mind would normally exercise caution.

I eyed him with more trepidation than I felt. “Are you?”

“Yes, of course! Hey, do you wanna see the rest of the apartment?”

“There’s more?”

He nodded, a wicked grin stretched across his face. Okay, so this was clearly a come-on, right? Show me the rest of the apartment?

The thing is, I wasn’t against it. I was having a good time, and my body felt invigorated from the live music and dancing. It was practically begging to throw itself against another body in the darkness – something I’d not done in a while. Sylvester was the best looking guy here, and I already knew that he wasn’t atotalfreak in the bedroom, so it was a safe bet.

I shrugged as if it was not an important decision at all. “Sure. Give me the tour.”

I wondered if I wasn’t perhaps deluding myself a little, convincing myself that I’d accepted Sylvester’s offer for purely practical reasons. But I was merely being carried away on the whims of fate – or of Sylvester Brock. I wasn’t sure they were all that indistinguishable from one another.

He led me through a locked door, which he unlocked with a keycode, and I found myself in a quite normal apartment setting. No DJ decks, no hundreds of people packed into a room, no dancing.

I turned to look at him as he secured the door behind us so that no one could follow. We were plunged into relative silence. We could still hear the noises of the party but they were so hushed they could almost be happening miles away.

My body was very aware that I had just become alone with Sylvester. My heart was racing as I looked over him: the slightly unbuttoned shirt that revealed his toned chest, the way he moved with such fluidity and strength, the confidence of his stance. How, when we made eye contact, it was like we were meeting each other for the very first time. How I wanted to impress him just as much as I wanted him to not think about me. How I wanted to have his body against mine, just as much as I never wanted to see him ever again.

Charisma had always radiated from Sylvester. He was enchanting in every way from his deep, smooth voice to the way he so comfortably wrapped his arms around me at the party to steer me through the crowds. But the years had only made his charisma more potent. He practically leaked power And, though he had all the money in the world and could have any woman he chose, he had opted, this evening, to spend his time with me. Luna Black, who had never made a name for herself and never would.

He was staring at me in return, his eyes hungry and wanting. There was that sizzle again when our eyes met. It wasn’t enough just to look at him. I wanted more and I could tell he did too.

I wanted him. He wanted me. “Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?”

His voice was low and breathy. “Gladly.”

Our bodies met as he pushed his hands into my hair and I wrapped my arms around his waist. He held my head still for a moment, his face an inch from mine. We paused there in that moment of heat and need as he looked over every detail of my face, as if he were checking I were still the same person he had once loved. I looked him over too. Age had changed him, but underneath the slight lines and the maturation of his features, he was still the same boy I’d once fallen in love with. Who had been mine, almost as much as I’d been his.

Then our lips met, and all thoughts of our past and our present melted out of my mind. It was all one, it didn’t matter what had happened, or what was going to happen, it just mattered that right now, Sylvester’s tongue was pushing urgently against mine, and I was moaning into his mouth, and his warm, hard cock was stiffening and pulsing against my groin, where it met, even through clothed, with my own heat, my own desperate wetness.

Then, he scooped his hands under my ass and picked me up as if I were as light as I had been as a scrawny teenager, and he carried me through further into the apartment. I clung to his neck, but he held me firm with the tensing muscles in his biceps.

“Are you still giving me that tour?” I breathed the words into his neck, then dragged my teeth along the skin there, sucking at it, wanting to leave my mark on him.

He groaned at the pinch of my teeth on his tender skin. “Of course. Here’s the… kitchen...”

At the word kitchen he sat me onto a countertop, next to a bowl of fruit. He plucked a bunch of grapes out of the bowl, took one and held it up to my lips. I parted them slightly to allow him to push it in, sucking on the tender skin until the fruit was enveloped by my eager tongue.

He teased his fingers up my thighs and across the crotch of my jeans. Even through the thick material I squirmed and moaned, then hastened to pop open the button and shed them. He helped me pull them off, and then he resumed stroking and caressing my hips, my stomach, the tender skin where my thighs met my hips, getting closer and closer to my weeping slit.

He took another grape and fed it into his own mouth, then leaned his face into mine and passed it to me with his tongue, his lips closing around mine like he wanted to eat me whole.

I reached out to unbuckle his belt, but he pressed his palm against my groin and so I moaned and let go of the belt. His fingers teased my clit through my panties, which were sodden by now.

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