The Rocker's Muse

“Because I thought better of it.”

“You mean you let your mind get in the way of what you really want?”

I shook my head and moved my gaze away from him. “I can’t want you, Tristan.”

“But you do. Is that what you’re saying?”

When I didn’t answer, he placed his hand on my chin until I looked him in the eyes. Even that little bit of contact made me weak in the knees.

“Emily, I told myself I wasn’t allowed to kiss you. That I wasn’t going to do something that made you think I wanted more from you than your friendship. But you wanting to kiss me? That’s a fucking game changer.” He licked his lips. “Lean in again. This time, I’m gonna catch it.”

Unable to resist, I succumbed to the magnetic force between us, leaning in halfway. The next thing I knew, Tristan had wrapped his big hands around my face, his calloused fingers firmly against my cheeks. My body went weak against the couch as he leaned over me, pressing his lips to mine and pushing his tongue inside. Oh. I sighed into his mouth, relishing the reciprocal groan that vibrated over my tongue, the warm heat of his breath traveling down my throat.

The muscles between my legs contracted as he circled his tongue around mine. My body caught fire.

The kiss grew deeper, more frantic as my panties grew wetter by the second. I had never experienced this level of sexual excitement before, where I’d wanted someone so badly that nothing else in the world seemed to matter. Raking my fingers through his thick, messy mane of hair, I was desperate for more.

As if he could read my mind, Tristan flipped me around to straddle him.

He looked up at me, his beautiful blue eyes drunk with desire. “You are a fucking dream, Emily.”

Between my legs, I felt the heat of his massive erection through his pants. That should’ve been my signal to rip myself away from him, but instead I bore down, pressing my clit into his bulge as he throbbed beneath me. Unable to control my need, I gyrated my hips to feel more of him. This had to be what taking a drug felt like. Because even though everything in me said to move my body off of his, I couldn’t. It felt too good. I couldn’t stop if my life depended on it.

“That’s it. Grind against me. Do whatever you want. Use me for your pleasure.” He groaned. “Fuck.”

As my hips moved faster over his crotch, I kissed him with equal fervor. Tristan tasted divine as I savored every inch of his hot tongue. I tightened the muscles between my legs to keep from coming, all the while feeling selfish for using his body to satisfy my starvation. It had been so long since I’d been touched and forever since I’d been touched by a man. I’d only ever been with boys. This felt different. Much different.

A moment later, he flipped me back around to hover over me on the couch. He looked deeply into my eyes. “When was the last time you had sex?”

“Two years ago,” I panted.

“That’s a long fucking time. Who was it?”

“A guy from college. It was horrible. I didn’t even come.”

“And before that?”

“Jacob.” I swallowed. “He was my first and the only other person.”

He closed his eyes, seeming conflicted. My heart raced as I waited for him to say something.

Tristan finally opened his eyes again. “I’m not having sex with you. But I want to make you come. I want to watch your face and experience every second of you coming apart. I want to make you forget everything that’s ever bothered you. Will you let me do that?”

Having completely lost my inhibitions, I nodded, desperate for whatever he was willing to give me.

“Are you sure your mother won’t come home?”

“She won’t. She can’t leave work.”

“Can we go to your room, just to be on the safe side?”

“Yes.” I would’ve gone anywhere he wanted just to have his mouth back on mine again.

Taking his hand, I led him down the hall to my bedroom. I locked the door behind us and we tumbled onto the bed. Tristan put his gorgeous, tattooed arms on either side of me. Then he lowered himself to kiss me. Once again, I was lost in his breaths, his taste, the friction of our mouths. His erection pressed into my abdomen as our kiss deepened. Pulling his hair, I felt starved for more.

“You’re so fucking hungry for it, Emily, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” I muttered, bending my head back as he sucked on my neck.