Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(47)

I feel myself getting a little turned on by how he is talking to me with a low, husky voice.

“Do you ever think about being inside me? Wondering how tight I am?” I bite my lip and he looks at me with that dark look. I know I shouldn’t be asking him to talk about this, but my body is screaming out to him.

“Yes.” He pushes himself more into me, so I feel his erection against me. “Right now, I want to thrust myself inside you. I want my dick so far inside you that you see stars. More than anything, though, I want to taste you.” Shit. I can’t think straight.

“I think we need to leave,” I say, but I don’t make any sudden movement to go.

“We should.”

“But I want you to fuck me first,” I say before I grab the back of his head, pulling him to me, kissing him with everything I have. His hands go into my hair, kissing me in a heated frenzy. His mouth leaves mine, kissing my neck. Undoing the strap that is holding my top up, his mouth goes to my nipples, causing me to groan out.

“We need to stop. You don’t deserve to be fucked in the bathroom.”

I don’t want him to stop. I need to be fucked right now or I’m going to scream. I ignore him, undoing his jeans buttons and freeing his cock, wrapping my hand around him, stroking him, making his head fall onto my shoulder.

“I need you inside me, Nate. Please be inside me,” I purr in his ear. I rub faster and he growls into my neck.

He stands straighter, stepping out of my reach before pulling my jeans off and ripping off my soaked panties. I am sitting there bare for him. “I want to taste you.”

He goes on his knees, his mouth on me, licking between my folds.

He enters two fingers then three, going slowly before speeding up. It gets so intense that I try and pull back. It’s too much. He keeps me in place, his tongue licking my clit as his fingers assault inside me. Soon I am screaming out his name, my legs going weak.

“You taste so fucking good.” He stands up, his hand going to his cock. I watch as he starts stroking himself. Memories of him doing it in the bathroom enter my head.

“I watched you back at the house when you were jerking off. I wanted to touch myself as I watched you.”

He starts to stroke harder. “I knew it. I knew you were watching me. Seeing you standing there, it made me fucking crazy.” He steps closer to me, his dick pressing against me. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Please, just do it,” I beg.

“How badly do you want it?” he breathes, his dick gliding between my folds.

“I could scream if you don’t just enter me. Just fuck me.”

“You are so fucking hot,” he says, about to enter me when the door opens, causing me to scream. Nate uses his body to cover me. I see Naomi and Troy standing there. I place my head on Nate’s shoulder, feeling even more embarrassed than when Tegan saw us.

What is it with everyone cock blocking me?

God, don’t I deserve to be fucked?

“Well, hello, kiddo, having fun?” Troy teases.

“Get out,” Nate shouts.

“We are going.” I hear Naomi say. The door closes and I look at Nate, who is shaking his head.

“I swear I’m going to get blue balls at this rate. It’s like the world doesn’t want me to be inside you.”

I press my forehead to him, sighing. “I am thinking the same thing. Can you pass me my jeans?”

He tucks himself back in and passes my jeans. I guess I’m going commando. Once I’m sorted, I jump off the counter.

“Let’s get a shot.” He gives me his hand to take, which I do, smiling up at him.

“You read my mind.” I am taken aback when we open the door. Cameras and flashes are going off. Troy and Naomi are getting mobbed by fans as Rich and Gav try to move them away. This is chaotic and Nate pulls me into his side as he tries to take me outside.

“Nate, I love you.”

“Star, he doesn’t want you.”

“Fuck me, Nate.”

“Nate, I’m carrying your baby.”

Fan after fan screams out.

“Nate, are you and Star together?”

“Were you two being intimate in the ladies’ bathroom?”

“Star, are you using him to further your career?”

Reporters scream at us, but it’s that question that stung me. Are people thinking that of me?

“Star, grab my hand,” Naomi screams at me. We all pull each other together and start walking toward the exit. I am near the door when I feel a hard slap against my face. I turn to see a fan glaring at me.

“You are just a gold digging whore. You don’t love him.”

I hold my cheek, tears filling my eyes.

“Rich, take her,” Nate yells at Rich and he comes, pulling me into him, and he gets me outside. With much difficulty we get into the limo. I watch everyone climb in. People are banging on the windows. Max is shouting for people to move.

“Shit, Blair, are you okay?” Naomi asks me.

“Who the fuck was it? I swear I will go out there and cut a bitch.” Tegan looks out the windows. I don’t know if it’s the drink or if my emotions are just haywire, but I start sobbing. “Blair, please don’t cry.” I hear groaning from the guys as she climbs over them to get to me. “She was a bitch. A crazy, jealous fan.”