His moans spur me on, digging deeper with fingers and tongue.
“Poke me now,” he says, “I’m so fucking close. No hands, remember, just poke me.”
It really is amazing, acting out his desires the way he explained. Two fingers deep, I finger-fuck his ass, poking at his prostrate, my eyes fixated on his vein-popped cock.
“Faster, Ella! Faster! That’s it.”
It’s so fucking cool, watching the cum shoot from his cock as I pound his prostrate.
“Keep going!”
I do. Finger-fucking his gorgeous ass like a mad bitch until his beautiful cock is straining, red and purple and pumping out every last drop.
“Fucking hell,” he says and collapses onto the rug. The rug that’s now thick with creamy cum.
“Sorry about the mess,” I say.
My rock god laughs. “I’ll trash it and order another one.” He pushes himself up and plants a kiss on my cheek. “You, Ella Edwards, are incredible.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I tell him, grinning like a loon.
“Got time for a coffee before you go?” he asks. “Sober you up a bit.”
“Sure.”
And so we drink coffee at the island in his kitchen. He fetches me an oversized sweatshirt with the band’s logo on it and I gladly put it on.
“This all feels like dream,” I tell him. “Thank you so much for tonight.”
“Should be me thanking you,” he says.
“I hope I’ll see you again,” I say, and he winks at me.
“You can be sure of it. I’m back in the States for a few months now, but I’ll be back.”
Vinnie dons a bathrobe and walks me to the door. One last kiss when the taxi pulls up.
“Take care, Ella Edwards. And be proud of you!”
“I will,” I tell him, “and thanks for that.”
“Pleasure was all mine,” he says.
It takes every scrap of self-control not to blurt out to the cab driver that I just fucked Vinnie Hampton in his manor house. That I rode a statue and played cowgirl and ate his ass out, and danced to a private performance. I want to scream it louder than the song lyrics to everyone I know. That I’m Ella Edwards, the infamous hooker, and I just got booked by one of the biggest rock superstars in the world.
But I can’t.
Agency rules and all that.
Josh is wide awake in the kitchen when I stumble in through the door. He’s making toast when I fist pump the air and screech another round of Roar.
You gotta roar in the silence, baby. You got to let the world know it’s your own!
Josh’s eyes are even more beautiful than Vinnie’s, despite the fact Vinnie makes my inner teenager turn to jelly. My heart beats to a whole other tune as I see the love of my life watching me with a questioning stare, his freshly buttered toast still in his hand.
Fuck the rules for one night. I can’t keep this to myself any longer.
“I’ve spent the night with Vinnie Hampton!” I blurt. “My fucking God, Josh. I just fucked Vinnie Hampton on a lion statue in his garden, and took his cock on the floor of his music room at 3 a.m.!”
