The Rocker's Muse

She bit her lip, seeming troubled. Something felt off with her in general, maybe something she wasn’t telling me. Though I had no idea what. I was missing a piece of her puzzle.

She stood up and moved away from the bed. “I do think I’m gonna head out.”

I hopped up as disappointment settled in my stomach. I couldn’t force her to stay if she wanted to leave.

“Okay.” I managed a smile, so she didn’t think I was mad.

We stood staring at each other in silence. She’d told me she was leaving, yet she hadn’t moved.

I inched closer. “Bye, then.” I took another step, moving in even more. “Have a good night.” And then I moved in again so my lips were just over hers. “Sweet dreams.” I took her mouth with mine and sucked on her plump lips. As I wrapped my arms around her, Emily relaxed into me, opening her mouth to welcome my tongue. She didn’t really want to leave; this proved it. She whimpered, bringing my dick to attention.

“You’re welcome to leave,” I muttered over her lips before taking her mouth with greater force. She sighed and dragged her fingers through my hair. I inhaled her frantic breaths like oxygen. Every moan made me harder.

Emily opened her mouth wider as I led her back over to the bed. Her body bounced onto the mattress as she fell back. Feeling like a fucking animal in heat, I hovered over her as her chest heaved.

“I don’t know what to do with you,” I said, panting and conflicted. My body’s intense need for her battled with my conscience, which still wanted to protect her, even if I knew I could never hurt this girl. I might not be right for her, might not always know what I was doing when it came to women, but somehow I knew I could never hurt her. Not intentionally, at least. Still, I needed to tread lightly.

When she pulled me down onto her and kissed me, my inner conflict was once again trampled by my body’s wants and needs.

“I want to see you naked,” I rasped.

She nodded as I reluctantly stopped the kiss to remove her clothes, starting with her shirt. I unbuttoned her pants before she helped kick them to the floor. I had her down to only a bra and panties. Lowering my head, I licked a line down her cleavage. Her tits were the perfect size, not too big and not small, just a little bigger than what could fit in the palm of my hand.

My dick was rock hard now as I unsnapped her bra and tossed it aside, my mouth watering for her nipples. I took one into my mouth, savoring the sweet nectar of her flesh. She hadn’t been with anyone in over two years, and while for me the drought was a lot shorter, it was the longest I’d ever gone without sex. My body needed so much more than I planned to take tonight, and it was practically screaming at me to lose control.

Emily writhed beneath me, drawing my attention to her lower half. I slid her panties down as she spread her legs without me prompting her. I took a moment to kneel over her and just look. She was beautiful. Her long brown hair splayed across the sheets. My reflection in her eyes. Her nipples hard as steel and pointing at me. The beauty mark between her tits. Her gorgeous pussy. It took everything in me not to immediately begin devouring it, or worse, take my starving dick out and plunge inside. God, how I wanted to do that. I could only imagine how good that would feel, how fucking tight she’d be. I nearly came from the thought.

I took a moment to close my eyes and calm myself before lifting my shirt off. Her eyes fell to my bare chest before returning to meet my gaze. I couldn’t take any more of the look-but-don’t-touch game. Lowering myself once again, I took her mouth, groaning like a starved animal. Her naked breasts against my chest felt so damn good.

“Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

She nodded through our kiss. My dick strained against my jeans, painfully hard. She pressed her bare pussy against the bulge in my pants, her wet heat taunting me in sweet torture. I’d never wanted anything more than to remove that barrier between us, to bury myself deep inside her. I wouldn’t tonight…so I needed the next best thing.

“I want to eat your pussy.” I kissed softly down her neck. “Can I?”

She let out a shaky breath, bit her lip, and nodded. “Yes.”

Salivating, I slid down and took a moment to just look at her again. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d wanted to examine someone’s pussy like it was a goddamn piece of art encased in glass. But I loved looking at her, admiring her glistening folds and small landing strip.

I flicked my tongue along her slick and tender clit, savoring the taste of her arousal. I’d licked it off my fingers before, but there was nothing like feeling her wetness against my mouth while I tasted her. I circled my tongue around her swollen bud before inserting it inside her. In and out, I fucked her with it as she kicked her legs in pleasure.

Emily bucked her hips to press herself harder against my face, grabbing my hair to guide my movements. She wasn’t afraid to move me around to suit her needs, and I buried my face deeper, my chin scruff covered in her juices.

Fucking hell, I wanted to devour every inch of this girl, wanted to consume her in every way. Never in my life had I been this feral over someone. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gone down on a woman or wanted it this badly. Certainly never wanted to bury my face in some random groupie’s crotch. Normally I was on the receiving end of oral sex. But my desire to pleasure Emily far exceeded my need to be pleasured. All I’d wanted from the moment I met her was to make her lose her mind, to take her worries away. And this—fucking her with my mouth—was my favorite way to do that thus far.

As she dug her nails into the mattress, I ate her out faster, alternating between licking, sucking, and inserting my tongue. My dick felt ready to explode. Either she came soon, or I might come first—right there in my pants.

I stopped for a moment, replacing my mouth with three fingers inside of her. I wanted to see the expression on her face, and I couldn’t with my mouth on her. I was slightly disappointed to find she wasn’t looking down at what I was doing to her. I did appreciate that her eyes were closed and her head was bent back, very much in the zone and enjoying every moment.

When she opened her eyes and looked at me, I took that as my cue to return my mouth to her pussy. She gripped my hair again, and this time I closed my eyes to savor every last drop.

It took only a few more seconds before her body shook, legs trembling, muscles clenching. As her screams of pleasure echoed throughout my hotel room, all I wondered was when I could do it all over again.

CHAPTER 20

EMILY

I lay limp on the mattress, sated from that mind-blowing orgasm. Most of the tension in my body had been released, and I felt almost high.