My Rock (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #1) by Alycia Taylor Read Free Book Online

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sat I could see that it was full of beer. The only other thing inside of it was
a bottle of Tabasco sauce. The counter above it was decorated with various bottles of alcohol: whiskey, vodka, even gin. If it hadn’t been
for all the take-out containers, I would’ve wondered if he even ate.
    He came back with the beer, handed me mine, chugged
most of his down and sat down next to me. After I took my first drink of the
beer, he took my face in his hand and he kissed me. It was weird, no conversation, no awkward date moments…he was just moving right in
for the sex. I knew people did that, but I’d never done it before. Then again,
I’d never had sex in a public bathroom before I met Tristan, either. Somewhere
deep inside of me, even though I hadn’t wanted to admit it, I knew the sex was
what I came for too. I had things I needed to forget; a man I loved that was no
longer here to love me back. Sex with Tristan might be just what I needed to
let go of the past.
    His hands were playing lightly at first across my
new, silk shirt; he started unbuttoning it, slowly as we kissed. I could feel
my hard nipples pressing against the lace of my bra, protruding out through the
light fabric of my blouse as his other hand ran palm-down across them. I could
also feel warmth and wetness between my legs. Right or wrong, this man turned
me on like crazy. I could tell that he was getting frustrated with the buttons
on my shirt, and I really didn’t want him to tear it, so I lifted my arms and
let him just pull it off over my head. He tossed it aside and then cupped both
of my lace covered breasts in his hands. He ran his thumbs over my swollen
nipples before he moved my hair and pressed his lips to my neck. I could feel
him sucking on it, hard, as he returned to playing with my breasts and I knew
he was going to leave a mark, but I didn’t care. I could cover it with my hair,
or make-up. It just felt so damn good; I didn’t want him to stop.
    His right hand breast and reached around behind me.
I thought he was going to unhook my bra, but instead he pushed a button on
something behind me; suddenly, soft music beats were floating through the room.
I realized after a few seconds that it was one of his old CD’s. I had the very
one and played it until it was actually warped.
    Somewhere beneath the lacy bra, his hand was caressing
me. Electricity flowed through my body as I traced the side of his face with my
hand, ending up with it tangled in his hair. I gripped it fiercely and that
seemed to excite him. It excited me; I’d always loved his hair. He broke away
from my neck and pulled me up on his lap. That wasn’t all that surprising
except he turned me facing away from him. I could feel him unhook my bra and I
let it fall off my arms and down to the floor.
    He grabbed my breasts with both hands and once again
buried his face in my neck. I arched my back, pressing my nipples forward even
further as he grasped and began to pinch and twist them. I was moaning and I
could feel my legs trembling.
    He let one of his hands slide down and began to run
it along the tops of my thighs. Even through my jeans, I could feel the heat of
his hand as he slid it up and began to caress my aching core between my legs.
My breathing was already coming in slow gasps as I felt his hand travel up
further and unbutton and unzip my jeans. Both my mind and my breathing stopped
and time stood still as I felt his hand slide down inside of them, making
contact with my warm, tingly flesh. I was cursing my own choice of the tight
jeans as I felt him try to wiggle his hand down further. He was able to manage
it and suddenly I felt a single finger slip under my skimpy panties and press
against my warm, wet depths.
    I was moaning and panting, grinding my hips down
against his hand towards his finger. He continued to work it in smooth circles
across my swollen lips, casually dragging it across the hood of my engorged
clit every so often, causing convulsive shivers to rip