Page 28 of Taming the Rockstar

He loops his arm around my waist and pulls me close, kissing the soft skin of my throat and nibbling on my earlobe as he jams the keycard into the slot. I turn to face him again as I open the door and step back into the room, fumbling blindly to turn on a light as I slip my tongue into his mouth. He groans.

He tastes like cinnamon gum and lemon. His arms are solid and well-defined as he traces the curves of my waist with his palms and holds me tight. I can feel the callouses on his hands, built up from decades of playing guitar. His eyes tell me all I need to know: he's wild, and so am I.

For the first time, I let go as we tumble back onto the king-sized bed. I flip over onto my knees and pin Vince's wrists above his head as I straddle him, grinding down onto his growing erection, as a growl escapes his throat. He looks at me like I'm the only person on the planet.

Our lips crash together in a frenzied kiss, like the world is ending outside the door: hot, frantic, and hungry. I tear off my tank top without embarrassment; my black-and-white tattoo of a vine is adorned across my chest, directly under my breasts. Vince's mouth drops open as he takes it all in.

"Are you trying to kill me?" He pants, completely awestruck, as I peel the black ribbed tank top off his torso.

I let out a delighted giggle and toss his shirt across the room. His hands are warm on my skin, massaging my curves with a gentle yet firm grip. His mouth wraps around my tender breast, his tongue tracing circles against my sensitive skin. I arch my back, pleasure radiating through me as he kneads my other breast with his palm. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.

His tongue sent shivers throughout me as I feel myself getting wetter for him. I reach down and unzip my jeans as I subtly rock my hips upward, my body already yearning for him as I capture his lips again.

"Lynds," he whispers. "Lay down." I grin as I lay on my back, and he peels off my jeans.

"I want to taste you," he says, his voice heavy with want.

Vince's gaze seems to linger hungrily on my body, and I feel a flutter of anticipation in my core. A deep blush rises to my cheeks. I can feel a pool of wetness grow between my legs. Vince's smirk broadens as he slides my panties down. He fingers lightly touch across my inner thigh as he looks up at me with a playful grin before testing my entrance with one finger, then two.

My eyes flutter shut as a bolt of pleasure shot through me as Vince kisses my stomach, his tongue tracing the thin line of hair that trails from my belly button, pausing just shy of my lower abdomen. My breath comes out in ragged spurts as his tongue continues its assault. He moves down further, positioning himself between my legs, and I spread them wide, bracing them onto his shoulders.

He nips at the soft flesh of my thighs, teasing. I shudder with anticipation as he parts my entrance with his tongue, giving an exploratory lick. Already, my hips buck. I long for him to taste me. He dives in, licking with gusto and sucking on my clit like his dreams are coming true. A ripple of pleasure races up the backs of my thighs as he quickens the pace of his tongue licking my pussy.

My hips move in time with him, shaking and shaking until I accidentally clench his face with my thighs as I come, jerking upward as I rocket to the height of ecstasy, giving into the idea that Vince might have a reputation as a lothario for a reason. When my heart rate finally steadies, he kisses the insides ofmy thighs and trails back upward along my stomach and chest before finally landing on my lips. I slip my tongue into his mouth and tilt myself toward him.

"Do you have a condom?" I ask.

"Yeah," he whispers.

I have an IUD, but I heard Vince call Chlamydia "The Clap" yesterday, and he's still the same person who ate a hot dog off the floor of a gas station. I have no idea where he's been or who he's been with.

Vince laughs at the hard-on tenting in his boxers as he rolls the condom. I resist the urge to make a joke as I pull him toward me.

"Lay down," I instruct as I straddle him.

I kiss him slowly at first. He clutches my hips as he eases his way inside me; I feel him lengthen, and my muscles instinctively tighten around him. I pick up the pace, letting my hips rock forward as he expands inside me. It feels like I'm drowning in a pool of absolute pleasure.

Vince flips me around so he's on top and plunges deeper into me. I cry out in pleasure as he kisses me, harder this time. I feel his body tense as he's about to come, sending me over the edge. I think back to what Vince said at the park; how could the universe want to sabotage something this good? When we come, it feels cosmic. I scream his name, not unlike the thousands of women every night: but he is mine. He's here with me, his sculpted torso illuminated in the moonlight.

"Lyndsey," he murmurs, pressing kisses along my neck when we disentangle our bodies. I nestle into his side and make no motion to tell him it's a one-time thing. I don't want it to be. Sometimes, rules are meant to be broken.

I wake up in Vince’s hotel room. We’re tangled in each other's arms. For the first time in weeks, I feel at peace. The tension between us is gone. I no longer feel like I have to watch myself every time I step onto the bus. Maybe all we had to do wasbang it out. I stop myself from laughing, then nestle deeper into Vince's side. He's snoring softly with his arm snaked around my torso. I realize he held me all night.

I jolt up with a start when I hear Priya walking down the hall. "Vince?" She jiggles the door handle. Fuck. Priya. The band. They can't know about us!

"What?" Vince says sleepily.

"It's Priya!" I balk.

Vince jolts up and looks around, then looks at me like he's wondering if I'll fit under the bed.

"What do we do?" he asks as if I'm the one who's done this before.

"I don't know! What do you do when you have people over?" I whisper-scream back.

"I tell them to leave! I don't want you to leave!" He grabs my wrist, and I pause. Since when does Vince Exter ask people to stay for the morning after? I was stunned when he woke up beside me.

"Vince, I can't leave. Who do you think is checking us out of the hotel? Fuck! The band can't know about us," I say firmly.

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