Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(50)

I smile even though he can’t see me. “I’m more than okay. We definitely have to do that again.” I sit up, my body feeling weak.

“I am happy to give that to you.” He chuckles.

“No guy has ever done that to me, not even close, and that was just by your fingers.” I giggle, but Nate’s eyes have turned dark.

“I don’t want to hear about you and other men. A far as I’m concerned you are a saint.”

I sit back out of his embrace. He can’t be serious. “Well, I have seen you with hundreds of different women. Seen you in secluded corners doing what you just did to me now. You don’t see me holding that against you, even though apparently you were in love with an imaginary girl who happened to be me,” I say, but my eyes go to his legs and the bed to see my juices on them.

How much did I fucking come?

“It wasn’t imaginary, it was you.”

“Even so it didn’t stop you from getting your dick wet.” I stand up grabbing my clothes. “I have been with two men. Two. Can you tell me how many girls you have been through?” He doesn’t say a word. “Because you can’t remember. I was giving you a compliment. You gave me my first orgasm. I was just stating it.” I am putting on my shorts when he stands up, walking toward me before he pushes me against the wall, kissing me hard.

He presses his body into me, his erection pressing against my core. I feel so sensitive down there that it makes me ache all over again.

“You can’t just kiss me and everything is okay,” I say, pushing him back a little, but he kisses me again, his hand gliding down my sides until he reaches my ass, lifting me so I have to wrap my legs around him. He presses himself more into me.

“You are so hot when you are angry,” he says before biting into my neck, causing me to scream out. “You are mine now. You hear me, Blair. You fucking belong to me,” he says in a stern, hoarse voice. Those words hit me straight to my groin.

“Nate…”

He grinds himself into me harder.

“Oh God.”

“Fuck, you’re so much worse than a fucking drug,” he says. Soon I scream out my next release. I have my forehead on his shoulder when I feel him moving and when I look at what he’s doing I get turned on all over again.

He has his dick in his hand, rubbing himself. My eyes are glued to him. I look up at him and he is watching me. My mouth is open, my breathing coming in pants. I want him so badly inside me, but I know I need to wait.

But Nate does scream out temptation.

“Can I taste you?” I ask him, his movement coming in faster before he stops, stepping back and helping me down.

“You are going to ruin me,” he says as I go on my knees, taking him into my mouth. I close my eyes as I taste him. I use one of my hands to rub up and down the base of him as I try and take the rest of him into my mouth. “Fuck.” I hear him hiss out.

I get used to his size then start to go faster, sucking harder. Hearing the sounds come out of his mouth just makes me want to please him more. I feel his dick start to pulse.

“I’m going to come. Fuck, fuck,” he says, but I just keep going until he roars out, his come entering my mouth, me swallowing every last bit of him.

Once I have licked him clean, I sit back on my heels, looking up at him, and he is looking at me in wonderment. “Please don’t tell me your other boyfriends experienced it.” He shakes his head at me.

“Actually, I never gave a blowjob before. It never really appealed to me, until you. I would say now, but that would be a lie. I wanted you in my mouth when I saw you in your bathroom.”

He grabs hold of my hair, pulling me up to stand before his mouth is back on mine. Not caring that he could probably taste himself.

“Your mouth felt so good wrapped around me.” He kisses me. “That is something you can do whenever you want.” He chuckles.

“Good to know.” I kiss him back. He pushes me against the wall again. I have to place my hand on his chest. “I think we should leave the room for a little bit, or we are just going to be touching each other nonstop.” I laugh.

“I don’t mind that.” He kisses my neck, feeling his tongue where he bit me before.

“I know you wouldn’t. Now let’s go.” I take hold of his hand, existing his room, but I stop short when I see Troy clapping and cheering. I look at Tegan, who looks pale. Naomi looks a little shy.

“Fuck, man, you really must be that good. Never heard so much screaming in my life.”

I then realize that we weren’t that quiet. I turn, ready to get back into the room when Nate takes hold of me.

“Ignore him.” Yeah, easier said than done. Nate pulls me to the booth, taking a seat and pulling me on top of his lap. Naomi is watching us.

“I am so sorry,” I tell her.

“You don’t need to apologize. Just happy you are having fun.” She winks at me.

“Fun, that I don’t want to hear,” Tegan shouts over. “I swear I’m scarred for the rest of my life.”

I don’t mean to, but I soon burst out laughing.

“Sorry, sis, blame Nate for being so good.” I face Nate, who smiles at me. I bend down a little, giving him a kiss. It was meant to be quick and innocent, but he holds me in place, kissing me harder before letting me go. “You two make me sick.”