Rockstars F#*k Harder by Penny Wylder Read Free Book Online Page A

into a wicked grin.
    “You had a really great show tonight, Drew. A good manager rewards her client when he performs well.” Her voice is breathy. Her head dips and suddenly, my cock is enveloped in the molten heat of her mouth.
    Feeling her lips on my cock, her tongue lapping up the vein on the underside in a way that has me seeing colors and holding back from slamming into her mouth is amazing. Tangling my hands in her thick hair, I hiss.
    She hums, the vibrations are fantastic. She quickens her pace, sucking harder, her head bobbing faster, her tongue working my tip with every upward motion of her head. Holy hell she’s good at this, so fucking good. I must have really, really performed well because this is quite the fucking reward. I’m getting close, but then, suddenly, she’s gone.
    I look down in protest. Lucy is grinning up at me coyly. I see something in her hand being held my way and realize it’s her smartphone. What?
    “Oh,” she breathes, face flushed, lips red with her recent exertion. “I almost forgot. You have a post-concert phone interview. Just call the last number, and I’ll continue your reward. But if you don’t give a good interview, I may have to stop.” The command in her tone and in her eyes makes me hot. I want her to continue and I want to pick her up and slam her against the couch and slam into her and I just want .
    “You sure this is how you wanna play it?” I ask.
    “Positive,” Lucy says sweetly, and I snatch up the phone in response and hit the last number without further preamble.
    “Jacob Moore,” a deep voice intones. Local producer, probably.
    “Drew Avery. We ready to go?”
    “Yes, of course, Mr. Avery! Let me just inform John and I’ll put you through.”
    “Great,” I drawl and then I’m on hold. Normally, I’d be antsy as fuck—interviews are hell and being on hold is worse—but I feel wetness and warmth envelop my cock again, see a head of auburn bobbing vigorously, and I’m way too lost in the feel of her mouth back around me to give a shit.
    “Mr. Avery?” the same voice as before asks.
    “Yeah,” I confirm, and if my voice is a little lower, a little huskier than the first time, well, I’m a bit preoccupied. Lucy gives a long lick up my shaft and I have to stifle the noise that threatens to escape. Fucking hell.
    “You’re on in 3—2—”
    “And we’re back with an exclusive post-concert interview with Drew Avery. Hey, Drew, are you with us?”
    “Right here,” I confirm, biting my lip just as Lucy swirls her tongue over my tip in the most maddening way.
    “Great to have you on Late Night with the Carp. So, how was the show, Drew?”
    “It was good,” I manage to get out. I sound breathless and hoarse, but hopefully it’s taken as post show exhaustion. If not, I really don’t give a shit. “So damn good,” I say lowly, as much referencing Lucy cupping my balls with a light squeeze as anything.
    “And what about your new album? I’ve given it a few listens and I have to say, I like how your sound has matured. Is most of your set list coming from the new stuff?”
    “It’s a mix.” I fight to keep my voice even as she increases her pace. “Fans like to hear the old stuff, too, and I like playing it.”
    “And you’re playing a second night tomorrow, is that right?”
    “It is.” I twist my hand into her hair trying to ground myself, to find purchase. “We sold out so fast my new manager convinced me to add a show.”
    “Well, you’ll have to thank her for us, then. I know the fans are dying for another chance to see you live.”
    “I intend to, trust me,” I chuckle wickedly. Lucy only increases her pace. Shit, I’m not going to last much longer. This interview needs to be over now .
    “Oh-kaaaay, fantastic! Well, Drew, we have some tickets to your show to give away after the break, and we’ll be playing a few of the new tunes. I know you only had a few minutes, so thanks for calling!”
    “Thanks for having me,” I