Rock Stars Do It Forever (14 page)

He pulled out of her folds then, and reached for the condom. Jamie took it from him, ripped it open, and handed the roll to him. He slid the latex over his cock, gritting his teeth, and then smeared himself with lube.
 

Jamie craned her neck to watch him. “Now, Chase? Please?”

Chase pulled his fingers out of her slowly, and then settled the tip of his cock against her asshole. “God, yes. Now, my love.” He hesitated, though.

Jamie rolled her hips, inviting him. “What is it?”

Chase held her hip in one hand, meeting her gaze. “This is both of our first time for this.”

Jamie quirked an eyebrow. “Really? I didn’t realize it was yours, too.”

“It is. This is something we’re doing together.”

Jamie swiveled her hips into groin. “I’m ready, love.” She bit her lip, her hair hanging down to one side, bouncing lightly as she moved. “I need you inside me, baby. I want you in my ass.”

Chase searched her eyes for hesitation, trepidation. All he saw was love and desire.
 

*
 
*
 
*

Jamie watched Chase grip his shaft by the base and gently probe her anus. She forced herself to relax, even though her belly was fluttering with nerves. She wanted this with him. Especially now that she knew it was his first time doing this, too. Lust burned through her, dark and dirty. His fingers inside her back there were always intense, every time. She never came as hard as when he was knuckle-deep in her ass, and she loved the feeling. Now he was finally about to put his cock inside her, after weeks of promising.
 

She admitted, deep down, to being a little afraid. He was huge, and that entrance was small.
 

She felt a hint of pressure, and tried not to tense. His breathing was ragged, as was hers. A bit more pressure, and then the now-familiar feeling of tightness and penetration and stabbing thrill, shooting pleasure. This was more, though, so much more. She twisted her head back to look at Chase. He had his head thrown back, his spine straight, his thick, beautiful cock held in one hand, his other on her hip, steadying her. His eyes were closed tight, sweat streaking his scalp and forehead. His muscles were straining, and she knew he was holding back. He nudged in a little farther, and Jamie felt a gasp escape at the pulsing invasion. She was stretched wide, so wide. It hurt, just a little, but the pain was laced with a lovely thrill, delicious desire, and hot need.
 

Jamie reached forward and jerked the pillows toward her, stuffed them beneath her belly, propping herself on one elbow. With her other hand, she touched herself, a gentle circling of her clit at first. She moaned, and Chase slid in another inch, prompting the moan into a loud groan. He growled, tensing, freezing. She felt herself adjusting, loosening. Her fingers pulled pleasure from her core and sent it out in hot waves, turning the stretching into filthy need.
 

“More, Chase.” She barely recognized the animal growl of her own voice.

He gave her more, slowly. She moved her fingers faster, now, in the confident speed of a woman touching herself, the way only a woman can pleasure herself. Chase let go of his shaft and gripped both hips, then bent slightly over her and tweaked a nipple, once, and it was enough to bring Jamie nearly to the edge. Chase thrust again, and she felt him to be all the way in then. He held still for a moment, gathering himself and giving her time to finish adjusting.
 

Then he drew back with aching slowness, and Jamie felt a lightning bolt shoot through her, like an orgasm multiplied by a thousand. She shrieked, then bit the comforter, stifling her building scream. Her mouth went wide, but no sound came out.

Chase reached the apex of his pullout, hesitated, then began the slow plunge in. A squeak scraped out of her throat, and Chase took that as encouragement to let the thrust in morph into an immediate withdrawal.

Jamie needed him to move faster. Each slide was an agony of ecstasy, and if only he would give her more, faster, she knew it would get better. Her mind was so scrambled by need, she couldn’t get words out of her mouth. She tried to speak, she really did, but all that emerged was a whimper. He plunged in, faster now. He pulled out, paused, and Jamie felt the cold touch of lubricant, and then he stroked in again, incrementally harder. Jamie keened, a high-pitched sound from the back of her throat, and pushed back into him as he thrust in.

“Oh, god, Jamie. Oh, god, you’re so tight. So…so fucking tight,” Chase growled.
 

His fingers dug into her hips and began to tug her back into his thrusts. Jamie let herself moan, then felt a scream building again. The pressure inside her was a mountain, heavy and overwhelming, huge and sun-hot, fire in her belly, lava in her core. She shook all over, and now she was moving with him.
 

Jamie shoved the pillows away, stretched her arms in front of her and let go, gave in to need. She rocked into his plunging shaft, a scream bubbling up. His hand slid up her spine, his touch achingly gentle in counterpoint to his rampaging thrusts. Brushing over her shoulders, he tangled his fingers in her thick copper curls, caressing and massaging at first, and then he gripped a fistful and tugged her backward, holding close to her scalp and jerking in time with his thrusts, his other hand still clenching the flesh of her hip. Chase was growling now, wordless and primal, and Jamie matched his feral sounds, gasping and grunting as he slammed into her ass.

“Chase…” His name grated past her lips, dragging more words with it. “Fuck me hard, Chase. Fuck my ass so hard…”

“Jamie,
fuck,
Jay. I love you.” He pulled her back by the hips, hard, giving her a slamming thrust, flesh slapping against flesh, and a scream ripped from Jamie’s trembling lips.
 

The sound of her scream set Chase free, unleashed him. He drove in without restraint now, and Jamie rocked forward as he pulled back, slammed her ass into his body on the in-thrust, crying out as the tensing, shaking, quivering muscles of her buttocks crashed into him.
 

The pressure was an inferno now, volcanic heat, titanic and unstoppable. She felt the crest rising within her and let her front half go limp on the bed, half-supported one arm, reaching down with the other to touch herself once more.
 

Now the touch of her fingers on her throbbing clit was nearly too much, an overwhelming erotic shock to her shattering system. She was splitting apart, bursting at the seams. Screams were ripping from her throat in staccato ululations, peaking as he plunged deep, hard, and fast, quieting as he drew back. He was roaring nonstop now, a leonine rumble as he began to pump with manic speed and crushing force, and as hard as he was fucking her, Jamie needed more, craved more, lifting up with her core and thighs and slamming down to meet his thrusts.
 

Lust bled into love, need and desire bled into starvation-like hunger for the way he filled her and stretched her with every thrust. She felt tears squeezing from her eyes, salt drops of overwhelmed ecstasy, pressure of her impending climax leaking from her tear ducts.
 

“Jay…I’m gonna come…” Chase’s voice was rough and thick.

She couldn’t summon coherency. “Yes…yes!” That was all the sense she could make as she rocked into his thrusts, her fingers a blur on her clit, teeth clamped on her lip so hard she tasted blood.
 

Chase lost his rhythm, thrusts stuttering and frantic. He drew back, paused, and then slammed home hard enough that Jamie was bumped forward off-balance, then jerked back by his hands at her hips. She let him control her body, acquiescing willingly to his primality, his dominating power exactly what she wanted. He made a sound in his throat, and she felt his cock pulse. She came in that instant, screaming louder than she ever had, not caring who heard. The pressure was a tsunami roaring through her, magma rushing through her core, wave after wave clenching her muscles around his cock.
 

He pulled back and then rammed into her again, throwing her forward, a sustained growl coming from his chest. She was pulled back again and felt another wave of orgasm rolling over her as he blasted into her ass a third time, and this one had them both screaming, his voice even louder than hers.
 

She felt him thrust once more, softer now, and then a last, soft fluttering push, and then he was still. Jamie couldn’t support her weight, not with arms or legs. She was still impaled by him, held up by his hands. She sobbed ragged breaths, whimpering.
 

“Holy…fuck,” Chase gasped.

“Love you…so much,” Jamie managed.

She cried out when he began to draw out. He was achingly tender as he withdrew, and she wanted to cry out again when he left the bed and stumbled to the bathroom to toss out the condom and wash his hands. She murmured in pleasure when his heat and weight settled behind her, spooning her. She turned in his arms, and he cradled her close, holding tight for long minutes. Her lips turned up, touched his, and then she let tears of…everything…fall as she lost herself in his kiss.
 

His hands roamed her back, her hip, her ass, her thigh. She bit his lip when he pulled back, sighing as his fingers tangled in her sweaty curls.
 

“Did I hurt you?” Chase mumbled.

Jamie took his face in her hands, fixed her eyes on his hesitant brown gaze. “
No
, love. No.” She kissed him with all the affection and tenderness she had. “You were perfect. So incredible. I can’t even describe what I just experienced. It wasn’t just an orgasm, it was…a super-gasm.”

“Good. I kinda lost control.” He sighed in relief. “I was worried I’d hurt you.”

Jamie reached down and curled her fingers around his softened cock, knowing his refractory period was almost over already. “I love that you lost control.
Love
it.” She bit his chin, then kissed his shoulder, squeezing his cock in soft pulses, feeling him harden. “This time, though, I want it slow and gentle and soft. I want to ride you slowly. I’m gonna ride you until you come apart beneath me.”

Chase rumbled in laughter, leaving his fingers threaded in her hair, letting her touch him. “Damn, girl. You’re insatiable.”

“Complaining?” Jamie asked, caressing him into full erection.

“God..hell, no. I love that about you. I love that you initiate as much as I do.” Chase tilted so he was on his back, drawing Jamie on top of him. She straddled him low on his thighs, leaning down over him so her breasts hung down to brush his chest. She kissed him, slowly at first, then losing herself in his mouth, the wonder of his hands on her skin. She sighed into the kiss as he thumbed her nipples into taut beads. She gasped when he shifted his hips so his pelvis applied pressure to her clit, which drove her nearly over the edge from the very start.
 

Jamie arched her body away from his, fisting his rigid cock slowly and gently, then lifted up on her knees and pulled his shaft back toward her. He stilled, her breasts cupped in his palms, waiting. Jamie knelt above him with his crown poised at her nether lips. Her mouth was slightly open, her breath coming in shallow puffs, her gaze locked on Chase’s. One hand propped her weight up on his chest, the other gripped his shaft at the base. His hands tensed, then relaxed, began roaming her body, sliding over her spine, clutching her hips briefly, grazing her face and tracing the line of her throat. She waited, waited, the very tip of him nestled between her labia. When his fingers darted down between their bodies to circle and carve and caress her clit, Jamie sank down on his thick length, abrupt and swift, without warning or preparation, moaning on an exhale as he filled her channel. She settled both hands on his shoulders, holding herself still at full impalement, drawing deep breaths, meeting his gaze with unrelenting vulnerability.
 

She was lost to this man. She’d been telling the truth when she promised him she’d meet him at every show she could for as long as it took. Nothing mattered but him. She shifted her hips back and forth, settling him deeper, feeling so full of him, physically and emotionally, and wishing she could be even more filled by him, wishing she could drown in him, hold all of him within her body, let his essence merge with hers.
 

Chase groaned, fluttering his hips in restrained thrusts, wanting to plunge up into her but holding back, relinquishing control to her. Jamie sat back, balancing on her shins, stretching his cock away from his body. He moaned, wincing as she pulled him as far away as he could go. He spread his palms on her thighs, fingers digging into the firm muscle and soft flesh. Jamie rose up with her thigh muscles, pulling him nearly out but not relaxing the stretching of his cock. She sank down and rose up once more, then began a slow rolling rhythm with her hips, rocking her core back and forth over his slick, solid shaft. He moaned continuously as she rode him, clutching her thighs and rocking into her.

Jamie kept the pace slow and soft, balancing above him, her eyes locked on his, her hands resting on his on her thighs. Chase traced up her torso with one hand, cupped her full breast, and tweaked the nipple, causing her to gasp in pleasure. His other hand delved down between her thighs to where their bodies joined, one long finger lazily caressing her clit. Jamie began to pulse above him faster as he fingered her closer to climax, and she felt his stretched, strained cock begin to throb, saw the tension in the lines of his face and the veins in his neck. A crushing pressure ballooned into life within her, centered on her core, and it only built with every stroke of his fingers, every throbbing plunge of his thick shaft inside her soft, sex-slick slit. She was breathless already, and when she came, it was with a gasping, keening cry, arching backward. She clutched her breasts, one hand resting over Chase’s, encouraging his caressing grasp. She rolled and rocked on his body, but still she didn’t relax forward.

“Jamie…I can’t—can’t come like this. I’m—pulled back too far,” Chase said, panting.