Rock Me Harder (Rock Star Rockstar Erotic Romance) (Rock Me #2) (2 page)

As time went on, I began to hear the noise coming from the crowd waiting outside. The opening band went out and did their bit, I hadn’t met them, or even heard of them, but from what I could hear from backstage they sounded alright for an opening gig.

Finally, the stage went silent again. Andrea came up to me. “I know you saw them play earlier, but did you want to go out and watch the concert with the full stage?”

“That sounds awesome” I replied, and Andrea led me to a door, telling security to take me to the front of the stage to watch the show.

For the second time that day, I watched as Christian weaved his magic on a crowd. He had the same intensity, the same focus, the same complete control over his voice, only this time tens of thousands of screaming fans joined him. The energy in the stadium, the atmosphere was completely electrifying. I felt like I could fly, I felt like I could do anything as I listened to Christian’s husky voice throw out the most beautiful music I’d ever heard.

I cheered along with the crowd, screaming with joy with every song, and yet still feeling like I was the only person in the crowd. Christian had that affect on me, he made me feel like I was the only person in the room.

When the concert ended I went backstage once more and waited for Christian in his dressing room. He finally appeared, grinning.

“That’s not a bad way to start off a tour” he told me, sinking into a chair and grabbing a bottle of water, which he downed in a single gulp.

“That was incredible. Insane. I can’t believe I just saw that” I told him.

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“You have no idea” I told him, and it was true. It was like Christian had seduced me with his voice. I was so desperate for his body right now, I wanted him more than anything else on the planet. Christian came over and collapsed next to me.

“I saw you in the crowd, you know.”

“Did you really? I wasn’t sure. I felt like you did, but you never know.”

“Your face stood out to me, among all the others. You’re amazing, Violet, and I’m so glad you’ve come to be with me” he told me, before leaning in and kissing me softly on the mouth. I closed my eyes as my body exploded with pleasure. This was what I wanted, I wanted Christian.

He kissed me again, then moved his mouth to my ear, nibbling my earlobe and whispering sweet nothings to me as I grabbed the front of his shirt, my sex pulsating with excitement. I could feel myself getting hot and wet down there, my chest heaving as I wanted him more and more.

“Oh God, I want you” I murmured, my voice getting deeper.

“Well, let me give you what you want then” Christian replied, sliding my shirt up and over my head. It was like he was suddenly taken in a frenzy of passion. The slow, deliberate movements of his kisses only seconds earlier were replaced with quick, raw, emotion as he ripped off my clothes. I tore at his as well, stripping him completely bare, and seconds later we found ourselves naked on his couch, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“What if someone comes in?” I asked nervously, realizing with a start that anyone could enter this room.

“Don’t worry, no one will interrupt me without knocking first” Christian replied as his hands made their way to my breasts, tweaking my nipple in between his fingers.

My worries were completely forgotten as pleasure began to radiate through my body from my breasts, and a small moan escaped my lips. Christian flipped me over and pressed my body against the arm of the couch, exposing my most private areas to him completely.

“You’re so wet” he murmured as he moved his fingers to my pussy, which were quickly coated in my juices. I could only moan in reply, wanting more than just his fingers there.

A few seconds later, I felt his shaft pressing against me. He rubbed it in my juices quickly before pressing it against my slit. With a single quick stroke and a moan of pleasure from me, Christian was inside me, stretching my walls, brining me a pleasure unlike anything else on the planet.

I grabbed at the side of the couch as he began to move in and out of me, every thrust pounding my body into the side of the couch, ever tiny movement of his cock in me making me feel more and more pleasure.

His balls hit my mound with every thrust, the light touch on my clit driving me wild even further. As Christian reached down and grabbed my hair, pulling it lightly, the pure passion, the animalistic fervour of our lovemaking drove me wild.

It didn’t take long before I came. “Oh fuck!” I exclaimed, crying out loudly as waves of pleasure racked my body. Spasm after spasm rocked me, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, not a single thought running through my brain as my body focused entirely on the pleasure overtaking me.

As the orgasm passed, Christian continued to pound into me, and my body quickly began to find itself turned on once more.

“I’m gonna make you cum twice” Christian hissed into my ear as he grabbed my hips and pounded me even harder. I closed my eyes as my body began to build up with pressure once more. “Oh Christian! Oh fuck me!” I cried out in desperation, wanting more. He gave me exactly what I wanted, picking up the pace and pounding into me with a force I had never experienced.

As he rammed in and out of me, my moans of pleasure becoming so frequent they ended up just becoming one constant, loud moan, I couldn’t help but throw my head back and howl with pleasure. It was so much, so much to take. I’d already came, and I could feel another orgasm coming on, I knew it wasn’t going to be long.

Seconds later, with my cries resonating across the room, it happened. The second orgasm was even stronger than the first, and as I clutched at the edge of the couch I was almost certain I was going to be ripped apart. This was just too much for one person to take. My veins were on fire, pleasure running through every single part of my body. I could feel my sex pulsating on Christian’s hardness as he lay still inside of me, allowing my body to enjoy the feelings running through it.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, just as I felt like I was going to be torn in two, the orgasm passed, and, panting, I collapsed on the couch once more. Christian began to pound in and out of me as well, his grunting getting louder and more frequent, before he finally pulled his shaft from me seconds before it exploded all over my ass and back.

Spurt after spurt of Christian’s hot seed landed on my skin, a seemingly endless spray covering me. Finally, he finished as well and collapsed onto the couch. I got up slowly, every muscle in my body sore and exhausted, and grabbed some towelettes to clean myself up before joining him. We lay there together for a few minutes, Christian eventually grabbing a blanket to wrap around us as it was getting quite cool in the room. I nestled into his body and closed my eyes, enjoying the time we were spending together.

Christian was incredible. I knew he was a good musician, but it wasn’t until tonight that I’d really realized just to what extent he knew his art. He was a rock God, considered a deity in this country, and it was a reputation well earned. And I, a girl from America, the girl who had told him off in a sandbox all those years ago, was the one dating him. I was the one he loved.

* * *

Over the next couple of weeks, I got used to our new way of life. We lived out of hotels, with the band performing on average every two or three days. We went all around the UK, and I got to visit some of the places I’d always heard of but never thought I’d see with my own eyes, like Stonehenge.

Even though I wasn’t a part of the band, I was treated like a VIP whenever I was with them. When we went to visit Stonehenge, the entire site was closed off to everyone except us for a few hours, and we got to enjoy the amazing site in complete privacy. It was funny to think that this was a site used by people before America was even a country. It was just a block of land thousands of miles away in which different tribes of Natives lived, as opposed to England where there was already a full, settled country.

Just when I’d begun to forget about my mother’s cryptic warning when I called her from London, she called me. We were in Glasgow, I stayed at the hotel while the band were performing, feeling a little bit of a flu coming on and wanting to nip it in the bud.

“Hey, mom” I answered the phone, glad to hear her voice.

“Hey sweetie, how are you?”

“Good. Things are good. We’re on tour now, I’m in
Scotland.
”

“Really? What part?”

“Glasgow.”

“Ah, I think your father has some family in Edinburgh, although he isn’t close to them.”

“We were there last week, it was a really interesting city.”

“That’s good, I’m glad you’re getting to see some of the world while you’re on your trip.”

“Thanks mom. How are things with you?”

“Good, good. Yes, they’re good. I worry about you of course, I always hope you’re doing well, and apart from that everything is the same. Mary Collins’ daughter Sam, I don’t think you knew her, got married, so we were invited to the wedding and we went. It was a beautiful ceremony. And Liz Mercer is pregnant, she’ll be having her first child in about four months now.”

“Wow, that’s all big news” I replied, not knowing who any of these people were. My mother always liked to tell me about her friends and their families, who I’d barely, if ever, met. I humoured her, telling her what she wanted to hear, but honestly I couldn’t care less about these people I didn’t know.

Finally, after beating around the bush for ten minutes, my mom finally got around to what she wanted to me.

“Look, sweetie, you’re still with Christian right?”

“Yes, mom. Of course I am. Why do you ask?”

“Violet, I wanted to tell you this before he went to England, I wanted to let you know before you got into things with Christian, but at the same time you have to understand that I wanted you to experience the world for yourself. It’s tough for a mother to know exactly when to let their child make their mistakes for themselves, and when to tell them the information they don’t know.”

“What are you getting to mom?”

“Violet, I’ve decided that I need to tell you something. It’s about why Christian moved to England in the first place. It’s true that his father got a job offer there, but he got the job offer because he was applying for jobs. They had decided to move long before because of something Christian had done.”

“What was it mom?”

“There was a rumor going around Violet, and it’s true that nothing was proven, but the fact that the family moved away almost immediately says something about the veracity of the statements.”

“Stop beating around the bush mom. If you’re going to tell me what was, tell me.”

“Well, the thing is, a few months before Christian’s family announced that they were moving there was an incident in one of the girl’s bathrooms at your school. One of the girls, if I remember right it was Ellen Gere, when controlled her teacher that while she was in the bathroom Christian came in and fondled her.”

“What?” I couldn’t believe my mother was telling me this. Had this really happened? I couldn’t really believe it. Surely if this had happened in one of my classes I would’ve known.

“It was kept quite hushed up, and if you’ll remember Ellen was taken out of school a couple of weeks before Christian’s family announced they were moving. That was the reason why, her parents decided to homeschool her from there on in. They didn’t feel that the school was a safe environment for their daughter anymore.”

“Seriously mom? You want me to believe this? I’ve known Christian for years, this is the sort of thing he would’ve done.”

“Of course you’re right sweetie, it’s possible that Ellen was making it all up, since there is nobody who could corroborate either side of the story. It was just a thing that all of the parents knew, and I think to avoid the attention Christian’s family left. I’m not saying he did or didn’t do it, I’m just telling you to be careful around him. I don’t want you to get into any trouble, and if he did do it, who knows what kind of person he’s turned into.”

I could feel the rage rising inside of me. How dare my mother, who hadn’t seen Christian since he left school, and to didn’t even know if this rumor was true, tried to lecture me about the kind of person he had turned into?

“What do you want me to say that this mom?”

“I want you to come home sweetie. I want you to come back here, and stay away from that point. He was bad news when you are in elementary school, even though you are too young to realize it. There were a few things that made me wonder about him, and I had to admit I wasn’t surprised when I heard about him and Ellen in the bathroom.”

I had just about enough of this. For the first time in my life, I hung up on my own mom. I couldn’t believe this is happening to me. I didn’t even know what to think. Was my mom telling the truth? I mean, she probably was, I could believe that the rumor had existed, but I couldn’t believe that it was true. It was so unlike Christian, so unlike the man that I knew, that I just had to dismiss it as being ridiculous.

The next thing I had to worry about was whether or not to tell Christian about the phone call. I eventually decided it wasn’t a good idea. After all, it obviously couldn’t be true. There was no reason to strike at the past, there is no reason to let Christian know that my mother didn’t approve of me being with him.

As these thoughts ran through my head, my phone began to ring on the bed next to me. It was my mother, calling me back. I stared at the phone until it stopped ringing. The last thing I wanted to do right now is talk to her. She was my mother, she was supposed to be the one who supported me in my relationship, who fawned over the man that I chose to date. She wasn’t supposed to tell me about the rumors among the parents from back in the sixth grade and she certainly wasn’t supposed to tell me to come home and leave the man that I loved. That just wasn’t what mothers did.

I was already asleep when Christian came back from the concert that night, my body completely exhausted both physically from the flu and mentally from the conversation with my mother. A part of me still couldn’t believe it had actually happened. When I woke up the next day, it almost felt like it had been a dream, like a hadn’t happened at all. But when I checked my call history on my phone, I realized I was in that lucky. This had happened, it had all happened, and I was going to have to deal with it.