Authors: Clare Cole
Lowering my leg and steadying myself on five inch high heels, I slowly slid my hands down his body before
settling on my knees before his crotch. My fingertips lingered for a second on his hard, sexy oblique muscles – another rush of warm juices flowing inside me at the touch of those incredible parts of his anatomy – and I hooked the waistband of his underwear beneath my fingers, ready to reveal his manhood. I looked up at him for a second and he smiled warmly at me. Then, unable to resist any longer, I let my nerves simply slip away and pulled down his boxer shorts.
I gasped as his long, thick erection sprang upright.
My God
, I thought,
I've made him so hard
. As I pushed his underwear all the way down to his feet, we started to laugh.
"There's no sexy way to remove socks, is there?" Rick said.
We tossed our remaining bits of loose clothing across the room, leaving me in lacy black lingerie and high heels, crouched before the incredible body and erect cock of one of the world's best-known rock stars. I allowed myself a second to take in the absurdity of it all, then threw caution to the wind. I slowly ran the tip of my tongue up his shaft, from base to head, before taking him into my mouth. He moaned out as I slid my lips and tongue up and down the length of his shaft, tasting his salty pre-come with each movement. I felt his hands running through my crimson hair, his moans becoming louder.
"Oh God, Amy… That's it… Don't stop…"
I placed the palms of my hands on his rock hard ass, my mouth moving back and forth as he held my hair up. He tasted amazing, his generous manhood giving me a brief insight into the size and width that would penetrate me soon. My panties were drenched now, almost to the point of dripping onto the floor below, and I was desperate for him to be inside me. Just as I began to contemplate him between my legs, he hooked his hands under my arms and gently lifted me up.
"I want you so badly, Amy," he gasped.
I looked straight into those sparkling blue eyes. "Then take me. Make love to me."
His hands expertly undid my bra, releasing my generous, aching breasts. My nipples were unbearably sensitive, more aroused than they ha
d ever been before, and within seconds he was delicately flicking at them with his tongue, torturing them with exquisite touches and tender kisses. I was so desperate now for him inside me that I contemplated ripping off my own panties just as he had in my dream, but thankfully he spared me the effort. Crouching before me, he slowly pulled them downwards. I moaned out as air hit my glistening, neatly trimmed pussy and I felt the unbelievable wetness of the fabric as it slid down my skin. Sopping wet with juices, they tangled around my ankles as I lifted my feet out of them, eventually kicking them away.
He delicately flicked at my sex with his tongue, teasing my already soaking entrance. I stood with my legs wide apart, wobbling on my dangerously high heels, as his tongue rolled around my lips before darting expertly at my clit. I almost cried out a
t the unbearable sensitivity and felt my stomach begin to tighten. He wasn't even inside me yet, but already he would make me come more intensely than any man had ever done. I placed my hands on his head and held him to me, almost as an act of masochism. My pussy was tingling so intensely I could hardly bear to be touched, yet I wanted to push through and feel his tongue against me as I came. I felt my legs buckle as every ounce of energy drained from them, my strength transferred to the core of my abdomen where I almost doubled up in ecstasy.
As I gradually came back to earth and pushed myself upright again with legs that had no strength left, he rose to kiss me. The taste of my sweet nectar was delicious and, ready to please me further, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed in the dimly lit centre of the room. As he placed me down on soft cotton sheets, I looked up at the vision of beauty before me. His body looked like it had been carved from marble, swoops and curves accentuated in the dim light. His muscles were hard and toned, impossibly sexy. He was built like an athlete, not some pumped up bodybuilder, and every inch of definition was a sign of genuine strength and stamina. I wanted his delicious body on me and in me and I wasn't prepared to wait any longer. I kicked off my heels and spread my legs wide, lifting my arms above my head and resting them on the pillow beneath where my flame red hair cascaded.
"Fuck me," I gasped, barely able to believe the words were coming out of my mouth. Yet I couldn't stop them. My desire had reached its absolute peak, like a river overflowing after attempting to contain the tide until that point. I was no longer saying the words – they were simply falling from my lips involuntarily. "Please fuck me."
My exquisite torture was at an end. Without a further word, Rick slid the full length of his cock into me, my soaking pussy effortlessly parting and easing his entrance. Still, I gasped at the sheer size and length that penetrated me. I felt my inner walls stretch around his shaft, his long thrusts delivering inch after
divine inch of pleasure into my body.
He
lowered himself down onto me, gently and considerately without applying his weight, his strong arms holding him up at each side and giving me a place to hold onto him. I gripped his rippling biceps as each stroke retreated almost fully back to my entrance and then drove deep inside my abdomen again.
"You're so tight, Amy," he said as he looked into my eyes. "So wet and so amazingly tight. You're so fucking sexy."
A rush of juices between my legs drowned his immense shaft as my moans began to increase in frequency and volume. I had never felt someone so deeply inside me before, so deep I could feel him in my stomach. This was more than just sex, more than just a naughty fuck with some red-haired journalist he'd taken a shine to. His strokes were long, hard and unbelievably satisfying. He was making love to me, and I to him.
I felt his cock begin to twitch, knowing he would come soon. His pace quickened,
his thrusts now entering me with increasing strength and speed. Muscles rippled everywhere as he moved and his body became like a piston, driving stroke after rockhard stroke into me. I felt that familiar knot in the pit of my stomach again, and I braced myself for what I knew would be a devastating orgasm. At the moment he came, so did I; his warm, creamy liquid pumping inside me and mixing with my own juices in a delicious cocktail. I wrapped my body around his, holding onto him for dear life as my mouth formed a silent scream. My orgasm tore through my body, sending me into blackness momentarily. I had never come so hard or with such complete and utter satisfaction before.
Sounds
became muffled and vision blurred as I slowly descended back to reality. His kisses brought me back to life, each delicate touch of his lips on mine reminding me that ecstasy was more than just a feeling – it was a real place, a moment with a real man.
This
man.
"Holy shit," I laughed. "That was amazing. How the hell do we follow that?"
He ran a finger softly down my cheek. "By doing it again and again and again. I want to make love to you all night, Amy. Then, in the morning, we'll bathe together and I'll bring you your breakfast so you can sit up in bed while looking out at the sun slowly rising over the mountains in the distance."
As tears welled up in my eyes, all I could think to do was kiss him. This object of desire, this millionaire rock star, this unattainable icon was far more than any newspaper or magazine could ever portray. He was mesmerising me with his body and mind, this beautiful man, and at that moment there was nowhere else I wanted to be than with him.
"Where the fuck have you been?"
I stood, motionless, as I stared at the stack of tabloid newspapers my editor had thrown down on the desk in front of me. He leaned back in his chair and stared at me as I tried to form a coherent sentence.
"I… I…"
"Forget it, Amy. I don't want to know. Sincerely, I don't. All I do know is that we've been trying to get hold of you all weekend and you clearly been off getting loved up with an international superstar. It's a miracle you haven't been papped all the way here. Then again, you probably have since you seem so oblivious to everything."
Page after page of colour photographs pictured Rick and I leaving the restaurant on Friday night.
Damn it
, I thought. How stupid had I been? How naive to think I couldn't possibly be photographed with one of the biggest stars in the world in the centre of London.
"I'm sorry, Jim, I didn't think…"
He slammed his fist down on the desk, causing me to jump. "Damn right you didn't think! Look at these headlines, for Christ's sake. How the hell are we supposed to be taken seriously as the only remaining quality music magazine in the UK when our journalists are screwing the talent?"
He held up a copy of
The Sun
, the biggest selling newspaper in the country. "BORRELL'S BUSTY BOMBSHELL" the headline read in typical tabloid style. Bizarrely, I found myself smiling a little at the description of me. Jim pulled it away and began to read the story out loud.
"Beautiful Losers front man Rick Borrell stepped out on the town on Friday night with a mystery redhead. The two were seen smooching and cuddling as they left a private restaurant in the trendy Knightsbridge
area of London. Rick, 30, has been in the UK to finish recording his reported solo album amidst ongoing rumours of a rift with his multi-million selling band. A source close to the singer said: 'Rick seemed really smitten with the sexy woman who accompanied him. Sporting flame-red hair and dangerous curves, it seems the millionaire rock star is looking more for the Christina Hendricks-type than the stick thin supermodels he's been out with in the past.'"
Jim threw the paper across the room, sending the loose pages flying everywhere.
"And what the fuck are you smiling about, Amy? What have you got to be pleased with?"
My initial shock was turning to anger. Who the hell was this guy to tell me how to live my life, anyway? "I'm just pleased to be compared to Christina Hendricks for the second time in a few days. Maybe you should be treating your
'busty bombshell' reporter with a bit more respect."
I stood defiantly as Jim rose from his seat. "Oh, really? Well you'll be thrilled to know that your little boyfriend is going to be all over our sister paper in a day's time. It seems there
's an important part of his life that he didn't see fit to tell you about while you were rolling around in the sack."
"Firstly, my sex life is none of your fucking business," I spat. "And secondly, I don't care what is written about me."
He burst out laughing. "You think the next story is about you? Well, my potty-mouthed Veronica Guerin, I'm sorry to burst your bubble. Rick Borrell is about to be splashed all over the news for being a shitbag father."
My eyes narrowed. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"He has a five-year-old son, sweetheart. Did he forget to mention it when his cock was inside you?"
I picked up a mug of coffee from his desk and threw it over him. "Before you even think about firing me, save your breath. I quit!"
"Get your overrated ass out of here!" he sputtered.
I spun around and gave him the finger with both hands. "These yours?"
I tried to resist breaking out in the biggest smile I had ever had as the sparks flew from my heels as I stormed out. The entire office applauded me. If I was going to be on the front page of newspapers as some fiery redhead, then I may as well live up to the image. One thing was for certain – my life was never going to be the same again. I didn't think for one second about the revelation that Rick had a son – all I wanted to do was warn him.
"I did it," I said as Rick's face appeared on the laptop in front of me. "I quit."
"That's fantastic," he smiled, sipping at a cup of coffee.
"Not quite. Rick, there's about to be a shitstorm about you in the press. Why didn't you tell me you had a son?"
Suddenly, Rick's face dropped. "Oh."
"Exactly. Don't worry, I wanted nothing to do with
the story. But it's going to run tomorrow."
Rick sighed. "I was going to tell you, I just hadn't got around to it. Like I mentioned the other night, there's a lot I've done in my life in a short period of time – not all of it good. But my little boy isn't one of those things. He's wonderful."
"So why keep him a secret?"
"Because I was young and stupid and his mother is a good person who has a life of her own now. She
's married and has another kid with her husband. I try to see Luke when I can, but…"
I smiled. "Is that his name? Luke?"
"Yes," Rick nodded warmly. "You know, you only truly appreciate privacy when you haven't had any. My life is played out in public without my consent, so I do what I can to protect him. The world didn't need to know he's my son. I know, he knows and his mother and stepfather know. That's all that matters. I do what I can, but my life is crazy and theirs is perfect. Sometimes you have to sacrifice what you love to do the right thing."
"Well, the world is going to know either way in the next 24 hours. There's nothing we can do to stop that. But
I have an idea… Now is our chance to put me to the test. You'll have to trust me."