My Rock #8 (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #8)

  MY ROCK #8

  THE ROCK STAR ROMANCE SERIES

  By Alycia Taylor

  Copyright 2014. All rights reserved.

  Get Future New Releases In This Series For 99 Cents

  Read My Rock #1 By Clicking Here

  Read My Rock #2 By Clicking Here

  Read My Rock #3 By Clicking Here

  Read My Rock #4 By Clicking Here

  Read My Rock #5 By Clicking Here

  Read My Rock #6 By Clicking Here

  Click Here to Like My Facebook Page

  Get An Email When My Next Book Comes Out By Clicking Here

  Get your free copies of 3 books and a 4th never released novel when you sign up for the authors VIP mailing list.

  Click here to get your free books

  CHAPTER ONE

  ELLY

  My world was just about perfect until that annoying rapping noise started. I was snuggled up against Tristan’s warm body with my head on his chest, thinking about waking up but really wishing we could just stay like this all day when the noise started. It was a “rap, rap, rap,” noise and it bored its way into my sleepy brain, uninvited. After a solid five minutes of it as it increased in volume and intensity, I finally woke up enough to process that it was someone knocking on the metal door of the bus.

  “Tristan,” I whispered. He looked so peaceful; I didn’t want to wake him up. The whisper wasn’t going to do it. He didn’t bat an eyelash. “Tristan,” I said a little louder that time. The knocking on the door got even louder and I wondered how he was sleeping through it at all. “Tristan!” I said, just below a yell.

  He groaned loudly and shifted his body over, “What?”

  “I’m sorry. There’s someone at the door.”

  “Fuck!” he groaned again. He still hadn’t opened his eyes, but when the rapping started again he said, “Shit!” and finally opened his eyes. He stretched and I lifted my head so he could pull his arm out. He stood up and grabbed a pair of boxers out of the dresser next to the bed. Slipping them on quickly he went to answer the door. I hoped that whoever it was had something important to say. Waking Tristan when he was sleeping was akin to poking a bear.

  I could hear the sound of a man’s voice when Tristan pulled open the door, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. “What the fuck?” I heard Tristan say. The man’s voice went on again for a few seconds and then I heard him say, “You never fucking said that!” The man’s voice was a little louder now, but still muffled and then Tristan said, “You said they had to be ready to be approved when the tour was over. This is bullshit!” The door slammed then and I braced myself as I heard him coming back towards me. I wondered what the hell was going on. Tristan came back in and started digging around in the dresser. He pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and threw them on the bed. He started pulling the shirt on, and since it didn’t seem like he was going to tell me on his own what happened, I said,

  “Who was at the door?”

  “A lying sack of shit!” he said. I watched quietly as he pulled on his jeans and then sat down to put on his boots. I knew that as pissed as he was, he was only going to get more pissed if I kept asking questions. I finally just said,

  “Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah, I just need to take off for a bit. I’ll be back later,” he said.

  “Okay,” It was too early and I was in too good of a mood to argue with him. He stood up and tucked his wallet into his back pocket. He looked at me like he was going to say something else and then he just turned around and left. I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew something was really not right.

  CHAPTER TWO

  TRISTAN

  I left Elly on the bus and took off walking. I didn’t know anything about New Mexico and I had no idea where the fuck I was going but I knew that I had to walk this shit off or I was going to rip someone’s head off. I walked off the back lot and found myself in the center of the huge stadium where we were playing tonight. I looked around and imagined it full of tens of thousands of people. Just that thought filled me with energy. That was what I lived for. I’d won this fucking contest fair and square and these bastards in the suits seem to be trying everything they could think of to take it away from me.

  I sat down in one of the stadium seats and thought about that surprise visit I’d just gotten. It was more like a fucking ambush. It was Jake—the man himself. He hadn’t even sent one of his minions. He was there to tell me that a few of the songs for the CD needed to be approved every month while we were on tour. The lying fucks let me believe from the start that if I won this thing, I’d be a millionaire and have a record contract, end of story. Then, they told me: “Sorry, not until the tour is over.” I sucked that shit up and moved on and then the son of a bitch sprung the songs on me. I sucked that bull shit off, too, and I’ve been writing the fucking songs and now this; I was starting to wonder if there was any fucking money. I was beginning to wonder if every time I jumped over one of their fucking hurdles, they were going to put another one in front of me. I really might kill someone if I finished those songs and finished this fucking tour and I still didn’t get my prize. Cheating, lying mother fuckers!

  I got up and walked some more. I walked past the front lot and out onto a path that wound through the foothills we were surrounded by. I walked for miles, I think, trying to decide if I should even finish out the fucking tour or not. I finally remembered the show was an afternoon one and I needed to get back and start getting ready. On my way back by the stadium, I saw the production crew setting up. Elly looked up as I passed. She raised her hand and waved. I waved back and tried to force a smile. I didn’t want her to know what was going on, she would just worry herself to death over it.

  I went back to the bus, showered, and changed. I ran through my song for the show a couple of times and by show time, I was ready. When my name was called, I ran out on the stage. It was kind of cold out but the sun was shining and it was a really fucking awesome stadium the way it was surrounded by hills.

  “How’s everybody doing?” I yelled when I got to center stage. The stadium was packed full. There must have been thirty thousand people there. Right that second, all eyes were on me. They were clapping and screaming and the bullshit that the producers were trying to pull was put instantly out of my head. I strummed my guitar and the band struck up. Once I was in the music…in the performance…it was all that mattered. The rest of them could go fuck themselves.

  CHAPTER THREE

  ELLY

  By the time Tristan got back from his walk, or cool-down, or whatever it was, I was setting up for the show. I didn’t get a chance to talk to him about what had happened that morning, or find out if he was okay. I watched Brooke’s performance closely. I wanted to be sure that what happened this morning had nothing to do with her. It looked like she was only concentrating on what was going on onstage so I hoped that was a good sign. I’d still just as soon kick her ass as look at her though, just for the record.

  When it was Tristan’s turn he jogged past me with a wink. I was happy with that tiny acknowledgement, although I wasn’t positive that wasn’t a little bit pitiful of me. I watched as he performed, once again finding it hard to breathe as he gave himself over to the music. Watching him up there on stage was like an aphrodisiac and I could actually feel my panties getting wet as he rocked out. I knew that I had to see him and I wanted to be there as soon as he finished performing. I wanted to catch him while he was still riding that musical high. I looked over and saw Hannah starting to clean up back stage already.

  “Hey, Hannah, can I ask you a huge favor?”

  “Sure, w
hat’s up?” she asked.

  “Can I ask you to cover for me for clean up tonight? I will take yours tomorrow night when we are in Texas. I have something I really need to do…”

  Hannah looked out at Tristan on stage and back at me with a smile. “You go do what you have to do, honey. Don’t even worry about covering for me. I like to think of myself as the ambassador of love.”

  I laughed and thanked her. I stopped by my bus and changed into my sexy bra and panties and then I went to wait by the star bus for Tristan. Fifteen or twenty minutes later Tristan showed up. I could see in his eyes and his face that he was still riding the high he’d been on out on the stage.

  “Hey, is everything okay now?”

  “Of course,” he said with one of his sexy looks. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into him. Then, he kissed me. It was one of those kisses that were equal to throwing gasoline on smoldering embers; within seconds I would have done just about anything with him or for him, right then and there. When we came up for air, he grinned at me and said, “Let’s take this inside.” I willingly and happily followed him into the bus. He stopped in front of the couch and tossed his guitar over onto one of the chairs. Then he turned towards me and began to strip off my clothes. When all that was left was my panties and his jeans, he laid me own on the sofa on my side.

  I was lying there just as he’d positioned me, almost shaking with the anticipation of what would come next. When I really thought about it, it was hard for me to believe what a sex freak he’d made me. I used to be able to go months without thinking about it. Since Tristan, I was lucky if I lasted hours. He knelt down in front of me and kissed my lips and then dragged his lips down along my jawline to my neck. He spent a few minutes kissing, licking and sucking on my neck while his fingers worked their way across my breasts and tweaked my nipples. He looked up at me with a grin and took my own hand, pressing it down against my breasts so they smashed together. Then he leaned his head down and began to lick one of my nipples. It was already hard, but I could feel it stiffen even more beneath his wet tongue. He spent a few minutes on that one before transferring his attentions to the other. He licked on that one until it was just as hard. My nipples were so engorged that the blood had nowhere else to go and I could actually feel the tiny little ridges around my areolas pop up and stand at attention. I was already writhing and moaning when I felt him draw one into his mouth and begin to suck. As he sucked, his tongue continued its caress. I wiggled and shivered and groaned and then I thrust the other one towards his mouth and he sucked and licked on that one. My pussy was aching and dripping by the time he started to lick and kiss and nuzzle his way down towards it.

  When his face made it to the top of my panty line, I sat up so he could pull them off. They were soaked and he pulled them down as I raised my hips up off the couch and tossed them over his shoulder. Then, as he leaned his face in closer, I raised my legs up and rested them down on his shoulders. He wrapped those sexy, tattooed arms around my thighs and pulled my body towards his face so my ass was barely resting on the edge of the seat.

  He started by licking the very tops of my inner thighs. I was so wet that I was sure they were covered in my juices. The feel of his tongue on that sensitive part of my body made me squirm and moan louder; actually it was almost more of a coo than a moan…or a purr. Whichever it was, I hope it conveyed to him how much I was enjoying it and that I didn’t want him to stop. He moved his mouth up and started licking my outer lips.

  “Oh, Tristan! Oh god!” he ran his tongue along between them, spreading them just enough to barely graze the swollen head of my clit, sending a wild jolt of electricity surging through me. I was squirming again, but he kept a firm grip on my thighs while he slowly licked and kissed and sucked. He took one hand off my hip and used it to spread open my lips. Then, he just dove in, sucking my hard, sensitive clit into his mouth and running his tongue across it. I wanted to scream, but I still had just enough brain cells to be afraid that would bring security running. I was crying out, loudly, and it seemed to spur him on.

  After some time of driving me nearly mad with his lips and tongue and every so often grazing me with his teeth, I felt him stop and pull his head up. I pulled my eyes open, with some effort, and looked down at him. He was looking up at me with a sexy grin.

  “You like that, baby?”

  “God, Tristan! I love it.”

  “I’m gonna make you come now,” he said in a sexy whisper. The sound of it was almost enough to make me come right then and there. But then the smile was gone and once again his face was buried between my legs. He used his tongue first to clean off the fresh juices and then he started licking between the inner and the outer lips, with long, quick thrusts of his agile tongue. He would start at the bottom of my lips and lick up until he reached my clit, and then, after flicking it violently a few times, or sucking it into his mouth, he would lick back down and start over. I had my hands tangled up in fists in his hair and I was going to have to scream if he didn’t start licking my clit and making me come soon. It all felt so fucking good, but at that point, I needed to come.

  I started twisting and thrusting my hips towards his face as he licked and sucked on me, groaning and crying out. I was begging him to touch my clit by then, and it seemed to make him that much more determined to lick around it. He put his tongue inside of me instead and began sucking every drop of juice that came out of me. I was whimpering to the point of practically sobbing. Finally, at long last, he enveloped my clit with his lips and began to tongue it furiously.

  “Oh yes, baby! Right there! Oh, god, Tristan! Yes! Yes!” I was screaming it out, beyond the point of caring if security popped their heads in or not. He used his lips to form a seal and as he sucked on it, his tongue ran up and down along the sides. I was thrusting my hips harder towards his face in rhythm with his mouth and babbling now like a raving lunatic as I felt the orgasm building, ready to explode and unload like molten hot lava from a volcano. I literally screamed as I came and my thighs clamped down on the sides of his face, pinning his ears against his head. My hands were still in his hair and I was still pressing his face down into my pussy. He kept my clit between his lips and continued to suck on it gently, riding me through the orgasm.

  At last, arching my back, I rammed my pussy into his face one last time before I could finally relax. My arms flopped to my sides and my entire body shook as he gently feasted on what he had coaxed out from inside of me. When he finished, he backed away from me slowly, letting my feet drop to the floor. I laid there for a few minutes with my eyes rolling back into my head while he started stripping off his remaining clothes. I sat up then, and before he could get the boxers off his ankles, I sucked his throbbing cock into my mouth.

  I slid my lips from the top of his shaft down to the head and as I ran my tongue across the bulging veins there, my hands kneaded his thighs and my fingernails brushed gently against his balls, eliciting a gasp from his lips. I reached around and took the cheeks of his ass into my hands and I began to massage them as I sucked. I used my hands to guide him into me, and once I felt the head of his cock brush the back of my throat, I would pull my head back and suck until the head was all that was left between my lips; then I would repeat it all over again. The whole time I was using my tongue to brush along the bottom side of his cock and then to swirl around the grooves of his smooth head. I glanced up at him and saw that his head was thrown back and his face wore an expression of pure ecstasy.

  “Oh god, Elly! Fuck! That feels so good.”

  I smiled against his cock, and this time when I slid my mouth along the shaft to the head, I let it slide out. He groaned in protest until he felt my lips on the tops of his thighs. I licked along the sensitive inner part, taking his cock in my left fist just as I sucked one of his balls into my mouth.

  It was his turn to cry out loudly enough for security to hear him and as I sucked he said, “Elly! Fuck baby! You need to stop that, I don’t want to come yet.” His voice was plea
ding so, although I didn’t want to stop, I did. I sat there on my knees looking up at him until he reached down and pulled me up onto my feet. He kissed my lips and when his tongue slipped into my mouth, I tasted myself there and it fueled my desire even more.

  After we broke the kiss, he spun me around and gently nudged me down towards the couch. I laid face down on top of one of the throw pillows so my ass was pointed up in the air. I felt him kneel behind me and, although I was anticipating his cock, the feel of his fingers slipping into my pussy from behind was almost enough to push me over the edge again. He moved two fingers in and out of me slowly and then suddenly I felt his thumb circling the entrance to my ass. He finger fucked me like that for a long time before suddenly rolling me over onto my back like a rag doll and pulling my legs down so that my ass was resting on the arm of the sofa. He reached down and cupped my ass, pulling the bottom half of my body up towards him while his beautiful face grinned down at me. I reached down with one hand and opened my pussy lips. I felt his cock slap against my lips as he let the head rub up and down along them.

  “I want you inside of me, Tristan…please!”

  He let the tip slide into me then, still grinning, teasing me. I groaned and tried to wiggle my hips further upwards to meet him. He thrust forward just a little more until the head of his cock was all the way inside of me and the shaft was just beginning its entry. I wiggled a little more and, at last, he thrust harder, penetrating me all the way. He groaned loudly and I cried out. For just a few moments, he held it there, filling me up and letting his cock just rest. I waited as long as I could before thrusting my hips up again.

  He smiled broadly and said, “You wanted it baby, now what?”

  “Fuck me, Tristan! Please!”

  He grinned again and then he pulled back, almost out, and reached down and grabbed my legs. With no warning from that point, he started thrusting and pulling in and out.