Heartbreaker: A Second Chance Rockstar Romance Page 15

  Provocative thoughts were sent racing through my mind as I looked her up and down. I started undressing her with my eyes, imagining what that tight dress was hiding underneath. Bell was beautiful, no doubt. And I took my time to survey her every curve, filling my mind with desire. I considered my next move as I traced my finger along her jawline. Her skin was soft as I continued down her neck and rested the back of my palm on her bare arm.

  I could barely contain myself. I leaned forward to get a better look at her face, making sure she was hypnotized. She followed my narrowed vision down to the cupid’s bow above her lips. How full and voluptuous they were. She was the feminine, and I was the dominant masculine.

  I grabbed the hair at the base of her scalp and pulled back to reveal her neck, kissing it and suckling lightly. As Bella’s head went back and her mouth opened in pleasure, I knew then that I had found someone I could truly have fun with.

  I leaned in close to whisper in her ear, “So you like it rough then? Why don’t we go inside and get a little more comfortable.”

  I blew on the wet spots that I had made as she shuddered beneath my fingertips. I continued to kiss her, slowly making my way to her shoulder. I pulled back the strap of her dress and kissed her bare skin, making her moan.

  “Mmm, more?”

  “Yes,” she gasped out.

  “Yes, what?”

  “I want more.”

  “And?”

  “I want you to do unspeakable things to me,” she was breathing much faster now. I could feel pressure in her body began to escalate; her body arched itself towards me.

  I smirked and gave her one last peck, settling back into my seat.

  “I guess we’d better take care of that then.”

  Bella nodded, desire filling her gaze as she leaned forward. “Yes, please.”

  “Wait here.”

  I took leave of the car and came around to open the door for her. I held out my hand and helped her out of the seat. My hand was firmly gripped onto her waist as I led her to the elevator and then into my apartment, ignoring the gasps that came from her as she saw the interior and the luxury that I existed in.

  “Enjoy the view,” I said as I guided her to the giant window of the apartment.

  She walked over to the window and ogled at the marvelous cityscape. New York was even more beautiful at such a high altitude. Through the reflection in the window, I could see my silhouette approach her from behind. I stopped a couple of inches behind her and allowed the heat from my body to radiate over her.

  I stepped a bit closer, allowing the tension between us to rise again; the heat between us became unbearable. I came up from behind her and grabbed her petite waist, burying my hands in her dress.

  As if on cue, Bella let out soft moans and started to sway her hips to match the rhythm. She swirled around to meet me eye to eye, making sure I was fully entranced by her stare, not paying mind to anything else. Satisfied, I walked away from her, knowing that she must be looking after me with disappointment and longing.

  “Care for a drink, Bella?” I asked after reaching the kitchen.

  I pulled some alcohol down from the cabinets, along with a couple of glasses and some juice from the fridge. “Those cocktails at the club were hardly worthy of being called such.”

  Bella let out a low whine as she followed me into the kitchen. She lightly tugged at my suit jacket sleeve. I played a bit hard to get, but she grabbed me and turned me around to face her.

  “You know what I want. Come on; give it to me,” she begged.

  “You are right on one account, but remember, I’m the one in charge right now. Now have a seat, you delectable little thing.”

  When Bella obeyed, sitting on the stool across the open bar, I felt my insides churn with desire. God, she was almost perfect. The way she acted, what she was turned on by, the way she looked: everything was exactly as I wanted it to be.

  Except for one thing.

  She wasn’t Lillian.

  I shook the thought from my mind as I poured us both a drink. I grabbed the beverages and went to sit next to Bella on the other side of the bar.

  “What do you think?” I asked as Bella took a sip and then scrunched up her nose. “I’m guessing by your expression that you’re not a fan.”

  “You can really taste the alcohol,” she replied.

  “So you’re a fan of sweet things then,” I mused, taking a sip of my drink.

  Bella nodded, setting her glass down and pushing it away from her.

  “That’s too bad,” I said.

  “What?”

  “I don’t intend to be sweet to you tonight, darling. I do hope you know that.”

  I saw her shiver. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  I finished up my drink and set my glass down. Then I turned to her with a sort of smirk, ruminating over what my next words would be.

  “I want to get your verbal consent first, and I want you to know that as soon as you tell me to stop, I will. I promise.”

  “I want you,” Bella breathed. “I want you to take me unapologetically. I want you to make me yours.”

  “I intend to do just that,” I said, standing up.

  I pulled Bella towards me and engulfed her in another kiss. I certainly wasn’t gentle about it in any way. I bit and sucked on her bottom lip, teasing her mouth before trailing kisses down her neck and along her collarbone. She gasped and moaned in pleasure as I continued teasing her skin, biting first, then blowing on the sensitivity that had been created.

  Her hands grasped at the fabric of my suit jacket, tugging at it in a way that I knew would leave wrinkles. But it could have bothered me less at the moment. I wanted her. Breaking away for a moment, I again surveyed her body with a little smirk. I loosened my tie and took off my jacket, tossing it to the side.

  “You look so fucking hot in white, but I’m wondering what you would look like bare for me, with markings that say you’re mine all up your inner thighs and below your collar where they won’t be noticed.”

  Bella’s breath hitched for a moment, and then her hands trailed up the sleeves of her dress. “Would you like to see?” she asked.

  I pretended to consider the option for a moment and then smiled down at her, forcing her to step back until she was against the wall.

  “Believe me, I would most definitely like to,” I said. “But—” I pinned her up against the wall with her arms overhead, “that will happen on my initiative.”

  I grabbed her hair in a clump with my free hand and angled her head towards me. “And right now, I want you to kiss me.”

  We exchanged sloppy kisses, and our mouths were in a frenzy finding ways to satiate our lust even more. I brought down my hand to trace her jawline, smiling as she leaned into my touch. I trailed my fingers down to the dipping neckline of her dress, and then back up to her face, cupping her cheek as I leaned in for another kiss.

  I was gentle at first, but my grip on her wrist became firmer. Instinctively, my other hand came to rest on her neck, squeezing it lightly as we continued making out. I gave her one last squeeze, and then I went back to caressing her hair, playing with the strands as I looked into her eyes. I began to kiss the edges of her mouth, making my way along her jawline with little nips as she breathed more heavily.

  When I reached her neck, I tugged at her hair suddenly, giving myself a better angle to bite at her neck with. I wanted to hear her whine and squirm. She gasped; her free hand came up to grip my shirt, and her fingernails scraped against me as she did so.

  I smiled in triumph now, kissing her more fervently than before. I was careful not to leave any marks where they would be visible to the public but teased her nonetheless. When she could take no more of it, she moved to capture my mouth with her own, drawing me back into a deep kiss.

  “I want you,” she breathed; her voice was filled with lust. “More than anything right now, I want you.”

  “I can tell,” I replied, trailing one hand up her inner thigh to brush ag
ainst the wetness of her panties. “You’re soaking for me already, and I haven’t even done anything yet.”

  “It’s because you’re so friggin’ hot. And the way you talk about the things you want to do to me…”

  “Mmmm.” I smelled her hair taking in the scent of her. “Like what kinds of things?”

  “The things you’re doing now. It suggests more to come. And the anticipation is killing me. You’re turning me on so much right now.”

  “Believe me, I know exactly what I’m doing.”

  “Oh, really?”

  “Yes. You’re just the way I like it. Hot and ready.” I yanked her away from the wall, wrapping her legs around my waist so that he could better carry her away and into the bedroom.

  She let out a little muffled sound of surprise and pleasure, and I could feel myself getting even harder at the thought of her making those little noises just for me. When we entered the bedroom—a minimalist-style room with a large, king-sized bed in the center—I tossed her down onto the bed effortlessly. I took a moment to stand over her proudly like a lion surveying his conquest. Her eyes were fixated on me as I loosened my tie, taking it off slowly, and seeming to consider the silk length of it for a moment, as if I might have other uses for it later on; then I tossed it to the side.

  I took care with each button, knowing that the anticipation would only make the eventual satisfaction that much sweeter. Instinctively, Bella’s fingers guided themselves to the sensitive spot between her legs as I shrugged my shirt down my shoulders.

  I let out a low warning growl. “That’s for me to do, Bella. If I want you to touch yourself, I’ll tell you so.”

  She shuddered, reluctantly removing her fingers. “But you make me so wet,” she whined.

  “I know. And that’s for me to enjoy, my naughty little thing. You’ll get pleasure when I will it, but not before.”

  She let out another low whine of dissatisfaction but didn’t press the issue any further. I considered how I wanted to take her, now that I had her splayed out in the bedroom. There was, of course, the option to go straight into it, no foreplay other than what we had done in the living room earlier, but I liked to think of myself as having more class and talent than that. What kind of gentleman was I to skip the tension and desire that I could build up inside a woman before she wanted me?

  I walked to the end of the bed, looking down at her, smirking as I slowly knelt. I grabbed her hips and yanked her down to the edge of the bed. Her lady bits were right where they were best for me to pleasure them. I began to tease the inside of her legs, kissing my way up to where I knew it was most sensitive, biting her inner thigh and marking the spot with a dark bruise I knew would show up later.

  She squirmed underneath my touch, letting out her beautiful sounds of pleasure as I did what I knew best. At the moment, from my position above her, there was a flash of another person’s face over hers, another mouth uttering those sweet syllables, another tongue speaking my name as I worked my fingers underneath the hem of her panties. I shook off this thought before sliding the lace down her legs and pushing up her dress.

  When I couldn’t see her face, it was easier to impose my ideal on the situation. It was easy to imagine who I wanted lying on that bed, who I wanted to pleasure in this manner, who I wanted to be naughty for me as this girl was being now. But no. I pushed those thoughts away as quickly as they arose in me again. It was like my mind was uncontrollable.

  I didn’t dare utter her name as I went on teasing this new girl’s entrance, but my thoughts were only on her.

  Lillian. Lillian. Lillian. My sweet Lillian.

  I was thinking of her flower splayed out in front of me, how it would feel to work at the bud with my tongue, to feel her shiver and hear her moan. I thought about what it would be like to eat her out like this, to thrust into her with my tongue, and to taste her most sweet perfume. I wanted Lillian to be the one I was making shudder through an orgasm, that it was her making me hard right now and making me want to finish all over her.

  If it had been Lillian, I might not have rushed into things so quickly. But it wasn’t, so I felt dirty with the thought of her in my head as I pleasured some other girl. So, as soon as Bella’s first orgasm crashed through, I stood up, making myself maintain eye contact as I undid my belt and stepped out of my pants and boxers.

  I knew I was anything but average because there were many girls in the past who told me so. So, when I saw Bella’s shocked face, it didn’t surprise me at all. Her mouth fell agape, but no words came through. I stood tall and erect, proud of what was standing before her.

  “Well, do you like what you see?” My hands hovered over my cock in anticipation of what it was going to feel like being inside of her.

  She nodded, still mute.

  “Can’t speak? Well, that’s a change. You were making so much noise just a moment ago.” I maintained my composure, coming onto the bed. Then I placed a knee on either side of her and hovered for a just a moment before kissing that dirty little mouth again.

  “I’m going to enjoy making that change in a moment.”

  I roughly repositioned the both of us so we were more in the middle of the bed, I was still looming over Bella. I smirked at her as I brought a hand to her throat, squeezing lightly as I kissed her, knowing the adrenaline would make her next orgasm all the more intense. She gasped beneath me as I positioned myself, and then I thrust into her, working into a rhythm of kissing and thrusting, keeping my grip on her neck in a way that kept her pinned beneath me, letting her know that I was in power.

  “You like that, baby?” I asked. My was voice deep with arousal.

  As she squirmed and moaned, she managed to gasp out a, “Yes!”

  And then shudders started running through her. I could feel the build-up of energy and then that sweet release as I came onto her stomach. I slowed down and was gentler now. I released the grip on her neck as I withdrew. I flopped back down on the bed next to her and grabbed her to into my chest; the last waves of pleasure coursed through us.

  “You alright, darling?” I asked. “I know that was pretty intense.”

  “I’m alright,” she replied, her voice a sweet hum. It was reminiscent of honey, or wildflowers in summer. She wiggled around in my arms so that her face was buried in my chest; her breath evened out into a contented sigh.

  “You seem more than alright,” I said, chuckling.

  I ran my fingers through her hair absentmindedly.

  “You make me feel wonderful,” she said by way of explanation, the words muffled by my chest. I resisted the urge to move as her breath tickled my skin. I was determined to stay the picture of a dignified rich man.

  “I’m glad, as that was my intent.”

  “Stop sounding so formal,” Bella said with a yawn, clearly exhausted after the session. “It doesn’t suit you as much after that.”

  “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

  “It means I want to see more of you…” the words trailed off as Bella hummed to herself, a tuneless little melody. I sighed out in content, knowing that I would sleep well tonight, as I pushed the thoughts of other people out of my mind.

  6. (Lillian)

  I hardly slept a wink, being that the only way to subdue the thoughts flooding my mind was by way of crying. It was futile, though; everything just kept coming back, and it became so overwhelming that I eventually stopped trying to sleep altogether. I settled for a movie instead. I eventually fell asleep watching it when exhaustion finally overtook my panicked mind—but it wasn’t for long, as there was a loud knock on the door which woke me up.

  I looked up at the door through my blanket, wondering who it might be. In a state of grogginess, I checked the time, noting that it was almost noon. I must’ve looked terrible at the moment, but I couldn’t be bothered to care. Just when I was about to head to the bed, the door resounded with another knock.

  “Coming, coming,” I said, throwing on the nearest sweatshirt.

  I halfheartedly
flung open the door, hoping it to be the delivery boy or something—someone I could shoo away. But to my surprise, it was the last person I expected to see. Well, maybe not last; I knew he would come.

  I didn’t know if I had the mental energy to deal with it, especially if he wasn’t ready to apologize and listen to my side of the story. But there he was, Ash, looking sheepish in a tattered t-shirt and some sweats, dark circles under his eyes indicating that he had gotten as little sleep as I had, and a plate of slightly odd-looking macarons in his hand.

  “May I come in?” he asked.

  I nodded and stepped warily out of the doorway to let him past.

  “What brings you here?” I said, not quite sure on what else to say.

  “I couldn’t leave things as they were, not with how soon I’m leaving, not with how upset you were. I’ve been, uh, doing some thinking, and I realized I handled it all wrong. So, I want to apologize.” He gestured to his plate of macarons. “Will you accept my apology, Lillian?”

  “Do I have to eat one of those?” I asked, pointing at the deformed French cookies.

  He looked at them and blushed, scratching the back of his head. “Uhhh, I know they look terrible, but I can promise you they taste great. My mind was kind of…preoccupied while I was making them.”

  “How do I know you’re not trying to poison me?” I teased.

  Ash gave a half-hearted laugh. “Come on, why would I poison my little grumpy gremlin? Who would convince me to make blanket forts and watch terrible movies then?”

  “To be fair, the movies were your idea.”

  “But if it weren’t for you, I probably wouldn’t have watched them.” Ash tapped my nose and followed with a sly wink.

  I pulled back, and he realized things were still awkward and withdrew himself.

  “The point is, Lillian, I care about us, I do. And I want to do better. I don’t want to make you cry like that, ever. So, will you let me apologize and try again?”

  I nodded and drew Ash into a hug. “Of course. Even if you do try to poison me with your baking.”

  Ash laughed