The Rocker's Muse

Something shifted between us. He held my hand with confidence. He’d asked me without hesitation to come back to his house. Something told me I wasn’t going back home tonight.

After Tristan parked, I followed him inside, but we barely got a few feet into the place before he put his hand at my hip, gently rubbing my side.

“Finish what you were about to tell me at McDonald’s.”

I took a deep breath. “There’s only one thing to say. And that’s that I’m crazy about you, Tristan. I don’t know where to begin explaining why because there are so many reasons. You make me feel like I’m the most special person in the world. Watching how you’ve shown your love for Jacob these past weeks has only made my feelings grow. You’re a damn good man.”

He moved in closer. “A good man wouldn’t want to fuck the shit out of you right now, Emily.”

“I don’t want to go home tonight,” I blurted. “In fact, I don’t want to leave you ever.” I held his stare. “And I don’t want to live another day without knowing what it’s like to have you inside of me. If that makes me a bad person, I’ll have to live with that.”

Tristan gritted his teeth. “I’ve never been so fucking hard for someone in my life.”

I took his hand and placed it under my skirt so he could feel how wet I was.

“Fuck…” he muttered before taking my mouth into his.

Goose bumps covered my body as his tongue found mine. His fingers threaded in my hair as he bent my head back to deepen our kiss, practically stealing my breath.

He spoke over my lips. “You think you can do that to me and not make me lose it?”

The next thing I knew, Tristan wrapped my legs around him and carried me over to the wall. My back slammed against it, and he pushed my panties to the side. The vague sound of his zipper lowering registered before I felt the burn of his thick cock entering me. I whimpered at the unexpected surprise—no warning, just intense, instantaneous pleasure. Thankfully, I was more than ready for it. The silky-smooth feel of his hard shaft moving in and out of me, the slick wetness of our mutual arousal was almost too much to take.

He stopped the kiss just long enough to murmur, “I should use something…”

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill. You’re good.”

“I don’t normally do this, Emily. I want you to know that. I always use protection. I—”

“It’s okay. You feel good like this,” I said, moving my hips over him. “I trust you. I’m okay with it if you are.”

With that, he groaned and pushed deeper into me. “Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of fucking you? But bare like this? Nothing has ever felt so damn good.”

I pulled his hair as the friction between my legs, the feel of his thick cock pushing in and out, overwhelmed me, nearly bringing me to orgasm several times. It was only the intentional tightening of my muscles that stopped me from losing control.

Tristan spun me around and carried me to his room, somehow managing to stay inside me as we toppled to the bed. “I’ve dreamed of fucking you from almost the moment I met you, Emily. But over time, I’ve come to want to make love to you. Make no mistake, that’s what I’m about to do.”

My body buzzed, so incredibly sensitized and ready for him.

He pulled out just long enough to help me remove my clothes as I ripped off his shirt. His belt buckle clanked as he lowered his pants and kicked them away.

As he pulled down his boxer briefs, I got my first actual glimpse of Tristan’s massive cock. Though I’d felt him inside of me moments ago, I’d never had the pleasure of feasting my eyes on it. It was like a thick, veiny rod covered in silk. My mouth watered as I stared, a glistening bead of cum on his tip.

Hovering over me, he ran his calloused fingers down the length of my body. “I just want to look at you for a minute.” His fingers landed between my legs as he glided them across my clit. “So damn gorgeous.” He positioned himself on top of me. “Open your legs.”

I spread for him, digging my nails into his back as he entered me again in one powerful thrust. I gasped.

“Is it too much?”

“No, I love it.”

“Good girl.”

He went balls deep, and I could feel him throbbing inside me as he gently slid in and out. Then he began to fuck me harder as the bed shook. I squeezed his back, hanging on for dear life as he took my body to places it had never been before. When I felt my orgasm rising to the surface, I continued to will it away, not wanting this to end.

“My cock is drenched from you, Emily. Fucking drenched. You feel so damn good.”

My legs wrapped around his back as I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts.