Page 32 of Rock Me
“Be right back.”He walks out and returns with a condom in hand, then turns the taps on, letting the water heat.
I take in the sleek lines of his back, the strong muscles and tapered waist and firm ass cheeks, biting the inside of my cheek as I admire the view.
I know better.I really do, but I smack his butt anyway.
He glances over his shoulder, a heated warning in his eyes.“Looking for trouble?”he asks in a gruff voice.
I laugh.“I think I already found it.”
He grins and pulls back the curtain, picks me up, and places me inside the tub, my feet gripping on the rubber mat as the warm water sluices over my skin.He joins me, drawing the curtain and enclosing us inside.
He soaps his hands with my body wash and begins to clean my skin, from my feet, up my calves, my knees, his big hands covering my thighs with foam.As he reaches higher, he pauses to tease my sex, gliding over my slick flesh, arousing me all over again.
Those hands continue up my stomach and over my breasts, pausing to play with my nipples, tweaking and pulling on the distended tips, every pinch sending shuddering flickers of desire throughout my body.After he is finished, he washes my hair, massaging my scalp with shampoo and rinsing with conditioner at my request or I’ll never get the tangles out.
He moves me beneath the spray to clean off the soap before pushing back the curtain long enough to step away from the water and cover himself with the condom.
He turns me so my back is to the wall.“Hold on,” he instructs, and I wind my hands around his neck as he lifts me, positioning me over his thick erection.
The head of his cock nudges at my entrance, and I moan at the same time he joins our bodies, his cock parting me and sliding deep inside.The cool shower wall at my back contrasts with the heat we generate together as he thrusts all the way home.
I close my eyes, and as he lets me adjust to his size, something I need to do each time, my inner walls contract around him, causing a trembling groan to escape from my throat.
“So hot,” he says, gliding out and pumping back into me.“So wet.”Another withdrawal and thrust of his hips.“So mine.”
The words come out husky, and at the same moment, he begins a hard, steady thrusting into me, taking us both over the edge almost immediately, my orgasm a living thing that devours my body and takes over my soul, all the while his words echoing inside my mind.
Mine.Mine.Mine.
His declaration wraps around me as I come, and though I understand it is something he said in the heat of the moment, I know I’ll treasure it always.Even after he is gone.
***
Summer
As we reachAtlantic City, I bounce beside Ben, my excitement palpable.For all the places I performed as a child, new ones still bring a sense of giddy anticipation.On the approach, the hotels loom in the distance, glittering signs welcoming us.The driver pulls up to the Borgata Hotel Casino and Spa, a tall building with black letters on top greeting us.Not even the prospect of seeing Tawny can dim my enthusiasm.
The lobby offers a sleek, clean, polished décor, with mirrored sculptures hanging from the ceiling and the sound of the nearby slot machines and ringing bells filling my ears.
We are checked in by a nice woman behind the front desk who is ultra-accommodating and informs me I’ve been assigned a fifteen-hundred-square-foot suite.I’m not used to the luxury and am still dumbstruck I’m not in a regular room when I hear someone calling my name.
“Summer!”
Ben and I turn at the same time.
Michael strides up to me.“You’re here!”He steps in close, and Ben stiffens beside me.
“Hi, Michael.”
“Hi.Anna asked me to look out for you because she couldn’t be here.”
Anna touched base earlier, and I really didn’t see the need for my agent to drop everything and travel to Atlantic City for one performance.
“Are we all set for tonight?”I ask Tawny’s agent.
He straightens his suit jacket and nods.“After you check in, you can look at our room.At four, you’ll need to be at the event center and go through a rehearsal.Tawny’s due for a five o’clock run.”
“Great!”
