Page 16 of Hot Shot Rock Star
“Are you going to just stare or are you—"
Sweeping my hands under her ass cheeks, I lift her before she can finish her sentence, dislodging her hold on me, and she slides her knees over my shoulders. The smell of her desire overcomes me, makes me drool to taste her. Bending my head, I bury my face, breathe in and lick her from top to bottom and up again.
She cries out, pumping her hips in my hands, but I clamp down. We both know I have her trapped for the duration and that she can barely stand the torture I’m about to inflict on her nerve endings, bringing her to the brink and letting her down again and again. Her heavy breathing is punctuated by my name.
“Bennie…. Bennie… you can’t… I can’t…”
“Yes you can, babe.” My pulse roars in my ears, fueled by her panting excitement and the taste of her, knowing that I’m making her drool for me from her pussy, that I can do it every single time, when there was once a time when she was incapable. Knowing that I unlocked the magic for her makes my head explode, makes me hungry for more.
I flick my tongue, once, twice and she bucks and writhes wildly. I hold her tighter, keeping control. Then I flick my tongue in a circle around her clit and she calls out, screaming.
“Bennie, fuck, fuck, fuck. You need to do it, touch me, bite me. Please…”
“The magic word,” I say, lifting my head for a beat to look at her, see the pink flush on her face, the glassy look in her eyes, the adoration that’s always there in these moments. She doesn’t disappoint me. My cock jerks in appreciation and impatience and I lower my mouth again.
This time I flick my tongue back and forth, starting slow in a regular rhythm and then go faster. She grabs my hair and pushes down, forcing my face against her. I suck in a breath, take in the scent, the sensation of drowning in sex and flick faster and press hard, feeling her get wetter and wetter as I suck down her juices, feeling her swell and pant and moan louder and louder until her hips stop and her legs clench and she squeezes, everything in her tightening like a black hole of energy. And then she explodes and her scream goes silent, like she’s swallowed it inside her, her breathing stops and I suck in everything she has, every last tremor of pleasure, every pulse of her release.
As soon as she breathes again and I hear her, I let go of her and rise up to hold her in my arms, to kiss her face. And it never fails. I find tears on her cheeks and sobs of pleasure-pain racking her in waves of the aftermath like she’s just escaped a death-defying experience.
Maybe she has. I hold her, my cock calm, my arms shaky and my voice shakier as I whisper to her. “You’re alright, babe. I’m here, you’re whole. Beautiful and sexy. You’re the love of my life. No one but you, babe. I’m here always.” I say the words, meaning every last syllable, hoping she hears me, believes me. Hoping this isn’t the time she breaks and reverts, has some kind of relapse.
Dr. Dani said it could happen. I’m hoping she’s wrong.
Jazzy wraps her arms around me, swiping her cheeks like she’s getting rid of a poisonous spider. I kiss her fingers. She laughs a watery laugh.
“Oh Bennie, why do you make me cry? You let out all my emotions, good bad and ugly. But mostly good. Mostly so devastatingly good.”
“That’s how life is, isn’t it?” She laughs, for real, her usual partly cynical laugh, the kind that accompanies an imaginary head-shake and scold that sayswhen will you ever learn silly little boy.
“You’re such a unicorn. Life isn’t mostly good.” She breaths and when I’m about to scold her back, she puts a finger to my lips. “Except life with you, Bennie. That life is mostly good—no mostly spectacular.” Her smile lights up my heart like I’m in some corny romance movie, but I believe she’s right and I believe right now the bad parts are inconsequential.
“Now about that patient cock of yours. I believe he deserves a reward.” Said cock jumps for joy at her words, again like the Pavlov dog that it is.
“My cock is in no position to argue with you.” I take her with me as I roll onto my back and with my hands on her hips, she straddles me. “One of my favorite positions,” I say. She squirms around as she sits, her hot wet pussy massaging my cock without giving entry, teasing, making me grow by leaps and bounds until I’m massive and rock solid.
“Who are you trying to kid? I know you. You don’t have a favorite position except the last position or the next one. You love everything, all there is about sex any which way—”
“Sex with you. Otherwise known as making love,” I say, feeling once again like the girl in this relationship emotionally speaking.
But outside of my emotions? I feel a million percent rabid male animal and about to go out of my mind if I don’t get inside her. So I pick her up at the hips and lift her onto my cock. She guides it inside her. The slide into her slick hot pussy, closing in tight on me as I move slow so I can feel every nerve light up, takes my breath away. Literally. I don’t start breathing again until I hit the end of her, insider her up to my balls with no room, not a hair of space between her pussy and my cock, locked in like we’re two pieces of a puzzle fitting together perfectly.
Our eyes meet and stick like magnets, never moving apart as she moves on me. My breathing strains watching her breasts bounce, listening to her panting and my hips move to meet hers. My heart races as she moves faster, always impatient, even when I hold her to slow her down, to make it last.
“Babe…” I can barely speak, my voice raspy and filled with all the building sensations and emotions raging, rushing to that one place. “Too fast…” I try to hold onto her, but her head is thrown back and she tucks her fingers between us to find her sweet spot as her panting rises.
My eyes are wide like I’m watching the eighth wonder of the universe, tingling heat gathers at the base of my spine, my blood roars in my ears. Hold on. I need to hold on for her. Fuck.
“Bennie.” She screams and bucks and clamps her legs. Her pussy strangles my cock as she goes over the edge and I let go, my cock exploding into her with a gush, filling her pulse after pulse in a release that blinds me though I swear I never close my eyes. My hips come up off the mattress with the force of it and I’m holding her, but she slides sideways from the violent jolt. I can’t hold onto her.
* * *
The aftermath is rushed.Our shower is limited to clean-up. I have an afternoon skate and a team mandated press session. Jazzy needs to get back to the studio.
I’m dressed before she is, and I come up behind her, wrapping my arms and cupping her breasts. It’s a move with the kind of coming-home feeling that never gets old.
“The team has a charity event this weekend and it’s mandatory. Coach says it’s for families.” She spins around in my arms a tragic look on her face, the kind I’ve seen before. I hate it, but I hate more what comes next, her determination to ban the vulnerability makes her mean.
“I can’t go but that’s alright. You can take your mom and dad. They’re more family than I am.” She swings away from me as if she thinks she can get away with a comment like that.
