Phoenix Rockstar (Book One in the Erotic Rockstar Series) (11 page)

“Wow Trav, nice place.”

He ushers me in further, his hand is on my lower back.

“Thanks.”

“I love all the black.”

He laughs. “Rockstar baby, it goes with the image.”

“Do you live alone?”

“I have a house keeper, but yes, I live alone.”

“So you have four rooms for what?”

“Guests.”

“Ahhh, can I see them?”

“All but one.”

“Why?”

“It’s…a long story, but it remains locked. It’s the only rule, stay away from that room.”

Curiosity burns, but I will respect his rule. Dammit.

“Are there dead bodies in there rockstar?”

He laughs. “Nothing sinister, just…business that is my own.”

“Ok, hey whatever happened to Bruiser?”

He frowns. “He passed two years ago.”

“I loved that dog.”

“Me too.”

We stand in silence a long moment.

“So, are you hungry?”

I gaze at him. “Starving.”

He gives me a wolfish grin. “For food…”

I step forward, gathering all my courage. “For you, Trav.”

He stares at me with pure lust and admiration. I can see how much he wants me; I have never seen a man want me so much. He strokes a piece of hair away from my face and grazes his knuckles down my cheeks.

“You do crazy things to me Mischief, crazy things.”

I smile up at him. “Right back at you rockstar.”

“We are going to eat first; even though I want to take you to my bed right now and fuck you so damned slowly…you need energy and sustenance.”

I laugh. “Ok, whatever you say boss.”

He grins and walks to the kitchen counter. “Italian?”

“Perfect.”

He dials for some pasta and wine; then we sit on the couch waiting. He takes my hand in his, stroking my knuckles with his fingers.

“You know, you have to tell me something new about yourself Mischief, something that has changed in the last four years. I have given you some; it’s my turn.”

I kiss his fingertips. “You know my family, friends and you know where I work. It doesn’t go much further than that.”

“What about the lightening? I don’t know about that. Or how many men you have dated. Or what collage you went to?”

“Trav, I will tell you about the lightening just not tonight. The rest you just have to ask.”

“Alright, I will take your word for it. So, how do you know Reagan?”

I smile. “We met through work; she and I just clicked.”

“She really cares about you.”

I sigh. “I know, and I am not easy to care about sometimes.”

He leans in and grazes his lips over mine. “I beg to differ.”

The
doorbells rings, and with an exaggerated groan
Trav gets up and answers it. We spend the next hour eating and drinking, laughing and joking. When we are cleaned
up, a silence falls over the room. He is gazing and me, and I am gazing at him; we both know what we want. Every other time has been this mad rush of lust but this time…we have both been building up to it. I take the first step, and he follows closely behind. Soon, we are moulded together, lips and tongues, arms and legs.

“Where first? I need you Mischief, god
,
I need to fuck you.”

“Anywhere,” I pant. “Anywhere.”

He lifts me into his arms and carries me down the hall, not breaking the kiss. He takes me into his room and lays me down on the large black bed. He stands, and I watch him slowly remove his clothes until he is naked. My throat goes dry and tight, my heart hammers. Travis Phoenix is without a doubt the most beautiful man on the face of this earth. He leans over me, removing my top, bra and then my panties. When I lay naked, he gazes at me and makes a grumbling sound in his throat.

“You are so beautiful, so perfect…”

He kisses me slowly, softly and then moves down to nip my shoulders.

“Can I do some things with you Mischief?”

“Like?” I whisper.

“Do you trust me?”

“You know I do.”

He stands and pulls his belt off his jeans. I freeze, but when he only secures my hands with it, I manage to relax. He binds my hands above my head and then secures them to the bed. I stare up at him as he pulls out a feather duster looking thing, and begins to slide it over my skin. The soft feathers are silky against my body; I moan in delight. He drags it down between my legs, letting the feathers just stroke over my sex.

“Oh…” I whimper.

When he raises it and brings it down with a light slap on my thigh, I yelp. Pleasure jerks through my body until I am squirming for more.

“She is a good submissive, you are beautiful like this.”

I peer up at him through heavy lashes.

“More Trav, please.”

He grins and leans over me, drawing a nipple into his mouth. He sucks and licks until it has formed a tight peak, then he moves to the other. By the time he reaches my belly button I am moaning and writhing on the bed. He licks around my naval, then slowly
drags his tongue down and into my sex. I cry out when he licks deep and long; I want to touch him, but my hands are tied. He brings me to the edge; my body
is coiled
as tightly as it can go, then he stops.

“Travis!” I cry.

“You are going to come when I say.”

I glare at him. “That’s unfair.”

“Trust me baby, you said you would.”

I close my eyes; my body is heated and swollen in the oddest of places. Travis kneels between my legs, edging them apart with his thighs. He grips his cock and strokes it
slowly;
causing me to squirm and become so damp I am sure I feel my own arousal run down and over my backside. He slowly unwraps a condom and slides it over, making me watch every slow, painful move.

“Travis, please.”

“You like that beautiful?”

“You know I do.” I mewl.

He leans forward and presses the tip just inside. I squirm and beg; he is enjoying this. Suddenly, he plunges deep and hard inside me. I bellow and thrash in my bindings. He slides out slowly, then plunges in again. I am going to come, I can’t stop it. He stops; as if reading my mind. My orgasm slips away and I roar in protest, kicking my legs out.

“Shhh, trust me.”

“I hate you Travis!” I cry, desperate.

He laughs huskily, then slides himself back in and out until I am building again. This time it is higher, harder, and I am desperate for my release. He leans down and sucks my nipples until I am nearly blacking out with pleasure. Just as I am about to release again, he pulls out.

“TRAVIS!” I scream.

“Patience, beautiful girl. I promise when you come, it will be out of this world.”

He teases my body to the brink
again
and again until I just can’t take it anymore. He is thrusting inside me again, bringing me higher and higher. I can feel myself coming; I can feel it down to my toes.

“Don’t come.” He grates out, thrusting his hips slowly and deeply.

“I can’t…stop…Trav…”

He stares down at me, then suddenly he is thrusting hard and fast. I scream, so loudly it shocks me. I feel my body erupt and tremble beneath Travis; he is groaning and thrusting, his fingers are down gripping my backside and pulling it forward. He tenses and erupts with me, growling into my shoulder as he shudders. He pants my name as my own orgasm rings him dry. When we have both stopped shuddering, he reaches up and undoes my hands. I let them fall limply.

“You are amazing.” He whispers, dropping down beside me and pulling me to his chest.

I mumble, unable to speak. It’s just too hard. He was right; that was the best release I have ever had.

“Mischief?”

“Hmmmm?”

“I want you to come away with me.”

I open my eyes and roll, staring over at him. “Come away with you?”

“I am going to Vegas next weekend for a show, I will be gone two nights, and I want you to come.”

“To Vegas?”

“Yes, bring Reagan.”

“Travis, we can’t afford a trip like that, I’m sorry…”

“I will pay, don’t say no, please?”

“I can’t let you pay.”

“I can be very persistent.” He says, his eyes full of warning.

“Can I think about it?”

“No.”

“No?”

“Just say yes, please? The band will be there; it will be a whole new experience.”

I think about it for a moment; it would be fun, and Reagan would murder me if I said no.

“What about Chief?”

“Say you are staying at Reagan
’
s that weekend, he won’t question it.”

“Alight Travis, because Reagan will kill me if I say no and I owe her.”

He grins and rolls, so he is looking down at me. “Atta girl.”

I laugh and press a kiss to his lips. “You will be the death of me rockstar.”

~*~*~*~*

I wake up with a body covering mine, a hard, hot body. Pleasure is shooting through me as I feel a hard length sliding in and out of me so slowly. Oh God, what a way to wake up. I always dreamed of waking like this…

“Trav…” I croak.

He doesn’t say
anything;
he just leans down and pulls me into a deep, heavy kiss. He tastes phenomenal, his mouth is hot; his lips wet. His body is slick with a light sweat, and he is moving with such perfection it drives me to heights I never knew. I grip his shoulders, thrusting my hips up and whimpering his name. I come quickly, clenching around him. His silent release follows close behind mine and his body trembles. I love to feel him release, love knowing that it is all for me.

“What a way to wake up.” I whisper.

“I couldn’t help myself; you rolled over and ran your hands over me in your sleep…”

“Hmmmm.” I moan as he kisses my neck.

“I got some work to do beautiful.”

I can’t see him, but I pout. “It’s like four am.”

“I know, but I have a huge contract and need to sort it.”

I huff.

“Sleep
baby
and I will wake you in a few hours.”

“It better be like that again.”

He chuckles softly. “I will endeavour to try.”

He tucks the blanket back over me, and I hear him leave, I fall back into a light and restless sleep. I wake on my own, when the sun beams through the window. I sit up and stretch, my body is beautifully sore. I glance around, then spot one of Travis’s t-
shirts and pull it on. I plod into the bathroom and stare at my just fucked hair. I brush it out, then brush my teeth. When I am a little more refreshed, I walk out to find Trav.

I find him in his home office, on the phone to someone. He is facing the window, staring out and wearing only a pair of black jeans. My lord. Travis has the backside of a cowboy, one of those rounded, small and firm asses that look terrific in jeans. His back is smooth, hairless and sculpted. His hair is messy and just has that gorgeous dirty blonde color. I walk over slowly and put my hands on his back. He jumps a little, then turns and grins down at me.

“Yeah Marcus, sort it all out. What time does the flight leave?”

Silence and a soft kiss from Travis.

“We will be there.”

He hangs up the phone, and his grin is lazy and content.

“Well good morning sunshine, you look well ravished this morning.”

“I didn’t get woken up…” I pout and he laughs.

“I can make that up to you, how does the shower sound?”

I stroke my hands down his chest. “Perfect.”

When the shower is
over
and boy what a shower it was, we head into the kitchen.

“Hungry?”

My stomach grumbles. “I am starving.”

“Want me to make you my famous egg toast?”

I smile. “Like you used to?”

He grins, and I know he is remembering, just like I am.