Boxed Set:Taming the Rocker - Vol. 1-5 (13 page)

He stood and pulled his shirt off. As he walked to the door and locked it, my gaze traveled the length of him.
Well, look at you. That suit hid some muscles.
You definitely work out!
He wasn’t totally ripped like Chase but he was still very sexy. He definitely had my undivided attention. I enjoyed my personal show and grinned as he stripped off the rest of his clothes.

He looked almost shy when he removed his pants. It was completely charming and sexy at the same time. I thought that if the lawyer career ever failed him, he could certainly be a high-priced stripper. There was no doubt that he had the body for it. When he finally had the last of his clothing off, my mouth was hanging open. He turned lust-filled eyes on me and growled, “You look so fucking hot right now.”

I huffed on a little grin and thought
if you only knew what I was thinking!

He didn’t waste any time with sweet nothings but thrust his cock into me right away. Again, I wondered if he was a virgin. I gasped at his fullness. He moaned loudly in response and froze. By the hesitant way he moved at first, I
knew
Alec was a virgin. I don’t know he managed to stay one for so long, but I almost had to guide him. It was almost as if he was afraid that he would hurt me or I would hurt him.

I lifted my hips and rocked back and forth while digging my nails in his ass. He thrust deeper in and stopped. His jaw muscle jumped. I knew he was trying to control himself. He pulled out, inch-by-inch as his face contorted. On his next thrust, he waited a moment. It was obvious that he was trying to keep from climaxing. I patiently waited too, trying not to move. When he was okay, he started fucking the hell out of me.

“Alec.” I gasped. “Oh…shit!”

I gripped the sofa when he pulled my leg up and thrust in at a different angle. He learned fast, slapping a hand onto my ass and teasing my slit with the head of his cock. He was getting into exploring me and it was hot as shit. Every time I gasped his name, he would grin. I got a wicked thrill out of hissing it louder with each thrust just to see the lust crawl over his face in response. I wanted more of this…much more. I wanted to explore his body and see how far I could drive him. I couldn’t wait for him to really explore mine too. By this point, Alec certainly knew how to fuck me into moaning fits.

All my moaning and hissing sent him over the edge. I was thrilled when his flexing cock fired my own orgasm. His eyes widened when I came and he cursed loudly. I ground into him and clawed his legs. He kept fucking me until I no longer spasmed around him. He pulled out and lay next to me. I nuzzled my face in his neck and grinned when he draped a leg over mine and wrapped me in an embrace.

“That was fucking…amazing,” he said.

“Yeah…it was.” I blushed a little bit at the surprise in my tone. He grinned and blushed bright red. I thought that it was the most adorable thing in the world.

“Well…there is something that I have to admit though before we go any further. That was…my first time. I know you’re not a virgin, but losing mine to you…um…I don’t have the words.”

I wouldn’t have been able to wipe the smile from my face if someone had paid me. I planted a kiss on his lips and whispered, “That was hot as shit. You fucking learn fast.”

We burst out laughing. His face turned beet-red and the silly grin never left. We both sat there naked for about an hour, just enjoying each other’s company and talking about stupid crap. Neither of us wanted to move. Thankfully, no one came up there.

We agreed that we didn’t want this moment to end. I never imagined that in one night, our relationship would leap into a completely new level. By the time we parted, we had grown really close. As we reluctantly got dressed, we promised to text, call, e-mail, and send smoke signals to each other. I hate to admit it, but I felt like my past with Chase was just a nightmare. This was the dream I wanted.

Nothing would stop me from living this life.

Chase

Another fucking drink
. 

Just get me another drink to help with this fucking pain. I know I already had six beers and a couple of shots. But the pain’s still there. I could still feel it.
Just make it go away.
I’d beg Satan if I had to. I just wanted it to go away.
Damn it.

I had another round with the guys at the after-party. This was the fourth one this week. With the amount of alcohol I’d drunk, my liver would probably be crapping out in about twenty years
. I don’t give a shit.
I have a life to live, damn it
.
Need to get rid of this pain.

If I keep thinking about her…

Another round and some blond slut came over to me. She had a nice rack. I could tell they were fake. They were nothing like Lila’s. A lump formed in my throat.
Stop thinking about her!

The woman danced on my lap. My mind stayed on Lila. Same as always. The girl didn’t have to look like her. There was no way to get her fucking face out of my head. Her beauty stayed in my brain. Her disgust at me drove me mad. It was implanted like an alien spawn or something. I wanted
Lila.
I knew that wasn’t going to happen. Especially not after what I’d done.

After she ran away, I went back to my bad boy lifestyle. That’s all I could handle. I tried begging her. No response. She needed to come back to me. I screamed my love at her. She never responded. I felt like a ghost railing at her.
She knows I’m here though
. I stopped trying after a while and went back to partying.

The first night, I sobbed in a puddle of my own vomit. Then I passed out. Woke up in my vomit. I don’t give a shit anymore. When my band mates found me a couple nights later, I was drunk off my ass in another pool of vomit. I almost begged them to just leave me there
.
They picked me up and I tried to fight, screaming
I deserve to die.
I was hauled into the shower and they brought me back. Some part of me was glad they did.

I spent the next few weeks drinking my pain away. The other guys knew I’d been hit hard. Once the ladies came around, it was all about pussy. The minute tits and ass came into view; they left me.
Just like her.
I would have to fend on my own. I got plenty of nice T&A.

Ladies loved to see who could make me forget my sorrow. They’d open wide and my cock would disappear into some bitch’s pussy or they would tease me into an erection and engulf it in a hot wet mouth.

That’s not what I wanted. Sure…some of them were sexy. I was a haunted man. She would roam through my head and I would finally come. She was going to continue to hang there for a long time.

I tried to get rid of her. I tried to think of things to replace her or to get rid of the pain. I couldn’t do it. Everything made me think of her.
Is this what those fools in those shitty country songs meant by heartbreak? Because if so, then it sucks! Assholes.
I felt like shit. I couldn’t get around the pain. I was trapped, like a monster in a cage. I was its only prisoner.

I tried to think of other girls.  There were some hotties that came to the clubs where we played. They always showed us a great time. But they weren’t Lila. I told myself that past life was gone, replaced by groupie sluts so
have a bit of fun
.

I partied hard. I never stopped partying. After I quit texting and calling, I entered zombie-mode. I refused to quit partying. I just didn’t fucking care anymore. My body moved on its own. My brain disconnected. I didn’t care about stopping myself. I tumbled into some slut’s bed. Or woke up with one in mine. Killer hangovers ruled until I drowned them in more alcohol.

I didn’t remember half the shit I did. But Lila was always there. As long as it didn’t kill me, I didn’t give a shit. Even if it did kill me, I wouldn’t fucking care. The band would still go on without me. I knew that I couldn’t go on without Lila.

The band tried to talk to me. They paraded hot babes and sent them to my room. I only wanted Lila. The rest were just temporary baggage. They never compared to Lila. I wasn’t good enough for her. I knew it. She knew it. Ava couldn’t compare. That’s why she’d fucked my chances up at love.

The blonde groupie rolled her ass in my face. I almost rolled my eyes. Instead, I picked up another shot and downed it. She turned with another shot buried in her fake-tit cleavage and purred
come and get it.
Ten minutes later, we were dancing to one of my songs. It was a shitty pop remix. I was way too drunk to care. 

She started grinding against me. Her shorts barely covered her ass. Those cheeks probably had implants too. Her pussy showed when she rolled her body to the beat. She and I both knew where she was going to be at the end of the night. I would fuck her so hard she would forget her shitty ex named Tyler. I wouldn’t remember fucking her though. Damn it…I would make the poor slut happy with a hard fuck.

I took her back to the hotel room that I always made sure was nearby. I became known as the wild and crazy badass womanizer again. Hotels were warned about my brand of wildness. They could never stop me. Security was a fucking joke at half these damn places. I did what I wanted and wherever the fuck I wanted. I dragged the blond slut up to my room and fiddled with the key card. Eventually, I got the door open and pushed her inside. She giggled.

After kicking the door shut, I threw her on the bed and fell on her. The kiss was a messy drunken train wreck with no passion. At least not on my end. It was boring and hollow. I felt like I was kissing a shell of what some woman wanted to be before life sucked her into its vortex…partying.

I ripped her shirt off. Those fucking fake boobs were hideous. I’d seen lots of jobs and she got screwed. Fucking tits in my face, rosy nipples rubbing my cheek…I poured alcohol on them and the bed. She giggled and set them to swaying in my face. I licked her vodka-dripping nipples as they passed my lips. I was the bad boy. And I was about to fuck this bitch so she’d never forget me. But just maybe I’d forget Lila for a second.

I shoved her backward on the bed and licked down her body. I bit and slapped her tits, ignoring the scars. I squeezed them together and sucked on her nipples. They tasted real. I twisted one and almost sucked the other off her tit. She pulled my hair and twisted under me. Her moans were too loud, but I didn’t give a fuck. Her tits would look like the same crime scene that she’d arrived with when she left. She should sue her doctor. I distractedly wondered if some guy had cut her up.

The same story every night…some man did some slut wrong. We were pussy magnets for the used and abused. I fucking didn’t care though. They got mad if we didn’t take what was offered. I slapped a nipple and poured more vodka over her. She opened her mouth. Vodka rained down on her.

I got bored so I moved south. I jerked her shorts down and tore the flimsy excuse for a thong off. She spread her legs and I knew her pussy was dank. But for now, alcohol made this whore my angel. I could have driven my fist into her and still had room for my cock. I pumped three fingers into her and bit her stomach. She squirmed so I shoved my thumb up her ass and pinched her taint hard. She practically seized on the bed. Those moans were the only ones that were real.

I tugged and pushed her so hard that she was sliding up and down on my wet sheets. She begged for more. I shoved my pants down and drove into her. I rolled and placed her on top. I wanted to see her ride me. A doting expression flooded her face. Sheer worship.

I knew she’d go home and brag to her fucking friends about how she bagged the rock singer of the band. I didn’t care what the fuck she told them. She’d probably say she came a zillion times. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo. I don’t know why woman fell all over me. They said I had a certain look and charm. No…I had fame. Sluts love that shit. They want my famous cum crammed inside them.

I planned to give Miss Look-At-My-Rack just that. Her moans reverberated from the walls of the hotel room. They were giving me a damn headache. I thrust upward harder, hoping she’d hurry up and cum so she would finally shut the fuck up. I slapped her bouncing nipples and she came fast. I rolled and held her down by the back of her neck to fuck her harder, so I could get this shit over with. I didn’t care about coming. Her face was pressed in a pillow. Her voice made me want to punch a puppy. And I love puppies. I burned her ass up with my bare palm and fucked her until she was gasping and only muffled squeaks sounded. I finally came.

I pulled out and tossed her dental-floss thongs at her. She was breathing hard when she turned and sat down. Her shorts hit her in the face. I sat down and started putting my pants on. She started to cuddle up next to me. I moved away. 

This bad boy cuddles with one woman and she doesn’t want to cuddle anymore. As soon as she got dressed, I growled, “Get the fuck out.”

For some reason, they thought that was sexy as hell.
Bad boy rock star fucked me and then threw me out of his room.
I didn’t get it, but that was the story of my life. She slipped out the door. I immediately heard a few women shriek and then excited talk. It never fucking failed. I didn’t think I was hot, but she shrieked
he is so fucking sexy…and so hot in bed. Look, he poured Vodka over me and licked it off! And…he fucked me up my ass!

Every groupie shrieked over that. She started gushing again about my looks and body. Her description sounded so foreign to me. Apparently, I don’t even recognize myself anymore.