My Rock #5 (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #5) (5 page)

He moved his hands to the top of my panties and, as
he slid them down, his mouth slid along my body. He latched onto one of my
nipples on his way, sucking it into his mouth and causing me to whimper. Then I
felt his tongue trace a line down my abdomen as he slid the panties over my
calves. When he got them to my ankles, my wet pussy was right at face level. He
stopped and sucked my clit into his mouth the same way he’d taken my nipple. I
thought I was going to die right fucking then and there. I bit my lip to keep
from screaming.

He tortured me for a few seconds like that and then
he stood back up, slipping his boxers off as he did. His cock sprang to
attention and he took it in one of his hands and with the other he pushed and
lifted me up a few inches. Then he finally plunged inside of me. I was so wet
and ready that there was no resistance. He slipped all the way into me in one
fluid motion. Then he wrapped both arms around me and I wrapped my legs tightly
around his waist.

When he hit bottom I moaned and Tristan said, “Fuck!”
Probably too loudly, but at that point, I didn’t care.
 

He was moving his hips and moving mine up and down
with his strong arms as he did. I had my mouth on his shoulder, sucking and
biting at the flesh there and I could feel his jaw clenched tightly against my
face.

His breaths got more ragged with each forceful
thrust and I suddenly felt the top half of me be propelled backwards so my head
was against the wall and my back was arched. He dipped his head down and sucked
and licked and nibbled on one of my nipples as I prayed for the strength to
stay silent. I wanted to fucking scream it felt so good.

I was writhing against him and whimpering as he
moved, slowly but forcefully, against me. He was moving his hips so that each
time he buried himself inside of me, my clit would rub up against his pelvis
and make me shudder. I was bucking against his thrusts, and when he brought his
face back up I crushed my lips back against his and locked us into a long, hot,
wet kiss.

“Oh god, Tristan!” I breathed out against his mouth.

“You like it, Elly? Tell me what you like, baby.
Tell me what you want.”

“I want it all! Harder, Tristan, fuck me hard. I
want you deep inside of me. Oh god! Oh fuck!”

“I won’t last long if we go fast,” he said,
breathlessly.

I giggled and said, “Perfect, we don’t have long.
Fuck me, Tristan, hard.”

He obliged. Our bodies rocked together, him slamming
against me and me against the wall. I could feel his cock swelling inside of me
and just before I came, I threw my head forward again and bit down on his
shoulder.

He was fucking me so hard that if the wall hadn’t
been behind me, I would have flown across the room. My nails were digging into
his back as he said, “Fuck! I’m
cumming
, Elly!”

I grunted out, “Me too.”

I felt his muscles all go tense as he gave one last
hard thrust and then I felt my own orgasm tearing through me. I moaned. I’d
lost all control, all sense of whether someone would hear or not.

“Yeah, baby,” he said with his lips pressed against
my neck, “That’s it, cum with me.”

That caused another full body shiver as our juices
both rushed out and mingled together all across his cock. I could feel the
excess running out as he continued to hold me, pressed against the wall. My
body was shaking all over and he waited for it to subside and for my breathing
to become less ragged before turning me around and sitting me down on the sofa.

He dropped down next to me and said, “Jesus fuck!”

“You said it,” I told him. There were just no other
words. “We should get back out there,” I told him.

He nodded, and while we both got dressed, neither of
us spoke. Once we were put back together, we went out and found my mother and
father now at the dessert table.

“There you are,” my mom said. “Did you try the
cheesecake? It was so good; I’m going back for another piece.”

Tristan was holding back a grin as I said, “I had a
piece, it was incredible.”

My parents were leaving in the morning. They said
goodnight to Tristan before he left and as they were saying goodbye to me, my
mother said,

“I sure do like that boy. He’s got eyes for you,
Elly.”

“We’re just friends, Mom.” My mind flashed to the
hot sex we’d just had.

“I can see how he looks at you. You should give it a
chance.” She was sincere.

I smiled. “Bye, Mom. I love you.”

She smiled and patted my face with her hand. “I love
you, too,” she said.

CHAPTER
NINE

TRISTAN

It was round ten; just me and Ethan were left. I was
sitting up on stage listening to him sing
Truly,
Madly, Deeply
by Savage Garden. He was doing a damned good job of it, too.
He had upped the tempo of the chorus and given it a whole new sound. Bastard! I
was a nervous wreck before he sang; afterwards, I was so nervous that I was
afraid my voice would shake when I opened my mouth to sing.

I was trying to think of something else, anything
else. My mind went back to Elly and me having sex in the dressing room after
her concert. That was fun. She was most definitely the hottest piece of ass
that I’d ever had. I counted myself lucky that she remembered me from that
stupid boy band and sought me out that night. Doubly lucky, I guess, because
she’d talked me into getting sober. Then there was giving me a place to stay.
Shit, I was going to have to think about something else; it was sounding too
much like a relationship.

I thought about what I was going to do with a million
bucks. The first thing would obviously be to get a place to stay. I had no idea
where I was going from there, so I wasn’t going to buy a house or anything
permanent like that. The thought of being tied to anything made me feel like I
couldn’t breathe. I would rent an apartment. A much nicer one than the piece of
shit I’d gotten evicted from, maybe one by the beach. I loved the beach; it’s
the one place that I felt at peace when everything else around me went to shit.
Yeah, that’s what I’d do; I’d rent a place over on Venice Beach…or maybe
Huntington.

Maybe I’d get a car, too, after we got back off out
tour. I was looking forward to that—getting the hell out of that fucking city.
They call it the city of angels. Sometimes I wondered if that really means the
city of the angel of death. It would suck the life right out of you if you let
it.

I realized I got caught up in my thoughts and Ethan
had stopped singing. Everyone was clapping and cheering. They loved him. Shit. I
didn’t want him to suck, but I was hoping he wouldn’t do quite so well. I
wanted to leave there and be able to tell myself it was in the bag. After his
performance, I was going to have to sweat it out until Thursday, no matter how
well I did.

The judges all loved him, too. I listened as they
told him so and when they talked about how close the contest was going to be.
They said it was anyone’s contest. My stomach twisted up tighter than it
already was. Ethan smiled at me as he took his seat and I honestly tried to
smile back, but it probably came out looking like a grimace. I stepped up to
the microphone and willed the butterflies in my stomach to go away. I felt
light-headed and in a moment of doubt I wasn’t sure if I would be able to do it.
I actually thought about conceding defeat right there.

I closed my eyes for just a second, to get my
bearings, and then I looked out at the audience and I saw Elly’s face. She
looked like she had confidence in me. She saw me looking out at her and she
smiled. I pictured what she looked like when we had sex. Her hair would be in
her face, all wet from sweat and sticking to her forehead and her cheeks would
be all flushed—she was so sexy. I had to stop there or I’d have a hard-on in
front of millions of people. That made me laugh in my head and I suddenly felt
better…calmer.

I was doing a country song. It was by Brad Paisley
and called
Don’t take the Girl
. The
pianist had tried to talk me out of it. That day when we practiced he said, “It’s
a really popular song, Tristan. If you change it up too much people might not
like it.”

“Then fuck ‘em,” I said.

The drummer laughed and the pianist said, “That
attitude won’t get you any votes.”

I shrugged again and said, “This isn’t an attitude
contest. If it were I wouldn’t have even entered it. It’s a talent contest and
I know this song is good the way I put it together.” The pianist still looked
skeptical, but he didn’t argue further. We did a practice run and I could feel
how good it sounded when it was coming out.

When I finished it the pianist said, “I think I was
wrong,” with a smile.

“I think you were too,” the drummer said.

I thought about that as I stood up at the mic and
suddenly the nerves returned. I knew it was good, but the real question I guess
was whether or not everyone else would like it and vote for me. I tried to
stuff that down and just sing. I had so much nervous energy built up and I was
never sure if the nervous energy would help or hinder my performance.

When I opened my mouth, it all fell away and I just
got into the song. When I finished, the whole theatre, including the judges, was
up—standing ovation all around. Suddenly Ethan was the one that looked nervous.

Diva was crying. She did that a lot, but this time
she had real tears. “You just won my heart,” she said.

The country star was grinning and he said,
“Amazing.”

The record producer just gave me thumbs up and a
smile, but that was a lot coming from him. I could see Elly on her feet. She
was putting her fingers in the sides of her mouth and whistling. It was cute. I
walked out of the theatre that night feeling like that million dollars was
already in my pocket.

CHAPTER
TEN

ELLY

Once again, Tristan was incredible
.
I left the theatre knowing that
unless American’s were absolutely out of their freaking minds, he had this
contest in the bag. We’d gone home together and both of us were too wound up to
sleep. He seemed really nervous still. He’d made a few little suggestions that
we have wild sex on my bed. He said it would get rid of his nervous energy. But
Susie was home in her room with a friend. They were studying and I would just
be too self-conscious doing it right in the room next door. Our walls were
pretty thin. Susie’s friend already looked Tristan up and down when Susie
introduced them like he looked good enough to eat. I didn’t want to encourage
her any further.

So, we were sitting on my couch watching television.
There was a re-cap of the show on the ten o’clock news and the news anchor was
gushing about Tristan and how good he was. She looked like maybe his singing
wasn’t all that she was interested in—she had the same look on her face that
Susie’s friend had. I wondered what it felt like to have people you didn’t even
know adore you like that. Tristan hardly seemed fazed by it at all. He must
have gotten used to it when he was a kid and had all of the little teenyboppers
throwing themselves at him.

He did seem a little uptight and antsy though. He
wasn’t much of a talker, so I didn’t even ask him what was going on in his
head. I was sure that it had to be an incredible amount of pressure to sit and
wait and wonder if he was going to win. I don’t think that I would handle it
very well.

“Let’s go for a ride,” he said out of the blue.

“A ride? On the bike?”

“No, on my horse,” he said with a smirk.

I raised my eyebrows. “Don’t be an ass.”

“Come on, let’s go for a ride…please.”

I looked out the window. “It’s kind of late.”

“Will you turn into a pumpkin at midnight?”

“No…”

“Come on. My nerves are killing me and I’m not going
to be able to sleep. A ride will calm me down; it always does, especially if I
go down to the beach.” He was at least admitting that he was nervous. That was
new.

“You don’t really need me for that,” I said. The
truth was riding on the back of his bike scared the shit out of me. He drove
like a bat out of hell and I didn’t want to die splattered across the pavement.

“No, I don’t need you, but I’d like you to go.”

I gave a heavy sigh. “Ugh! I like it better when
you’re a sarcastic ass. It’s easier to say no.”

He grinned and said, “We could fuck instead. I’m
sure that would work too. I really, really want to do you on that big, frilly
bed.”

I rolled my eyes. He never gave up. “Fine, we’ll go
for a ride on the bike. But you have to promise not to drive like a maniac. It
scares the shit out of me.”

He laughed and said, “That’s why you don’t want to
go? My driving scares you?”

“Yeah, it does. The last time I rode with you I
thought I was going to die. I came right back here and put my affairs in order
in case there was a next time.”

“I was high the last time you rode with me. I barely
remember it.”