Rock All Night(57)

Then he was manhandling me again, his powerful arms grabbing my legs and rotating me again on his cock, never coming out of me, so that I would up with my thighs against his muscled belly and my heels against his shoulders. Three seconds to reposition me, and then once I was in place, slap slap slap! he was driving into me again, his cock filling me up, and I had to close my eyes, it felt so good, my ass against his hips, my legs against his muscular torso, him holding onto my thighs as he drove himself into me.

I was vaguely aware that I was moaning “Unh unh unh unh” with each thrust inside me, and then suddenly he was moving me again – leaning his body between my legs, his chest hovering over me as he forced his hands between my back and the bed and scooping me up. All the time, I remained on his cock, that thick delicious pressure never waning as pulled me into the air. Then my legs were around his waist, me finally looking him in the eyes as his rough hands clutched my ass. He backed me up against the wall, his cock driving into me, deeper, thicker, longer, harder, and he kissed me like an animal, full of want and blind desire, biting my lip as he f*cked me sooooo good.

After a few minutes of f*cking me against the wall he stepped slightly backwards, and one hand left my ass and supported my spine. I could tell he wanted me to lean back, and as I did, his head came down, and his lips found one of my nipples as my breasts bobbed up and down as he thrust inside me. He began to suck, hard and ravenous and wet and hot as he f*cked me, his other hand clutching my ass, his fingertips pressing into the skin between my * and my *, a delicious pressure. I felt the thick base of his cock driving in and out of my lips and the tips of his finger pressing deeper and harder between my legs, increasing the friction of my * around that thickness inside me. I was building and building, the wave coming faster and faster and higher and higher as he sucked me and f*cked me and fondled me and clutched at me. Suddenly I was screaming at the top of my lungs as an orgasm tore through my body, doubling and tripling, too much, too intense, as his cock thrust in and out of me relentlessly, every thrust hitting every one of my contractions and making it that much more powerful, that much more all-consuming. All I could do was scream, the only release valve I had, the only way I had to deal with the blinding ecstasy, and then he was bellowing, an animal in heat. I felt his cock explode inside me, expanding, throbbing, pulsing. He staggered over to the bed and collapsed on top of me, both of our bodies bouncing on the mattress as he buried his face in my hair and roared like someone had shot him.


I just lay there gasping for breath, my fingernails clutching his sweaty back, and felt my own contractions die away as I felt his cock deep inside me slowly pulse… once more… and then cease.

“…oh… my… GOD…” I whispered into the darkness.

He chuckled, then finally raised his head to look at me. His hair was damp with sweat, and the crazed insanity of his expression during sex (sex? That wasn’t ‘sex’ – that was f*cking like animals) had given way to a blissed-out expression of peace and contentment.

He had never looked more beautiful to me.

“Just so you know…” I said, then paused.

“Yes?”

“…we are SO doing that again.”

He laughed, then kissed me, his lips tasting of salt and sex and joy.





45




I awoke the next morning in Derek’s arms. I squinted blearily at the alarm clock by the bed.

10:52AM.

A pure jolt of adrenalin shot through my veins.

“Oh my God, get up, get up!” I shouted, shaking him roughly awake.

“Wha– wha’s wrong?” he asked groggily.

I hit the floor running, collecting my clothes and throwing his at him as he continued to loll on the bed. “It’s almost check-out time! We’ve got to go!”

He just lay there, looking at me like I was the strangest thing he had ever seen.

“Get up!” I said, hastily pulling on my panties.

“You did not just wake me up for that,” he said, his expression somewhere between amused and pissed.

“They’re going to charge us for an extra day if we’re not out of here by 11!”

“Kaitlyn,” he said in a tone of voice he probably reserved for small children and older folks missing a few marbles. “I’m a rock star. And a millionaire. The f*ck do I care if they charge us another couple hundred bucks?”

I was used to looking for pennies and dimes in my kitchen drawer to buy Ramen noodles for dinner.

But when he put it that way…

“I… um…”

“Come here,” he said, grinning, and held out his hand.

I walked over to him, feeling just the tiniest bit stupid.

He pulled me down onto him roughly. I shrieked a little, surprised and happy.

“Now,” he growled as he pulled at my panties, “how ‘bout we get these off you?”

We wound up sweaty and wrapped in the sheets on the floor.

Waaaaaaay past check-out time.





46




After a long, hot shower (and paying an extra $145.57 for missing checkout time), we left the hotel. I was feeling a little self-conscious without any makeup on – but since everything was back in my purse on the tour bus (along with my phone, and wallet, and computer, and just about my entire life), there was nothing to be done about it.