Page 27 of Rockstar Retreat

Jerrik watched me with hooded eyes, looking relaxed. His cock lay on his abdomen; the head flushed a dark pink as I took it in my hand. I stopped around the middle and leaned down to kiss up the vein that ran underneath, then rolled my tongue over the head.

He groaned, his hips shifting. “I wouldn’t mind if you did more of that,” he murmured, voice husky.

I winked at him, his leg lowering onto the bed as I shifted to straddle his thighs. “Maybe later.”

His groan of disappointment had me saying fuck it, and I took him in my mouth for one long moment, taking him deep, down my throat, until his hand were in my hair and his hips were pressing into my face. I sucked him hard, all the way to the tip and he loved it.

“Sharon.” He murmured, encouragement or a protest to stop?

I did it again, my hand an extra tool to make him shiver beneath me until his hips were driving into my face fast and shallow. He was getting too close, too fast, my talented tongue something he hadn’t planned on.

I pulled away, despite a very definite groan of protest, and grinned up at him.

“Next time, baby.”

He watched me, his breath a rapid staccato in the room, as I found the condom and brought it up to my mouth and ripped the foil with my teeth, pulling the rubber out. I slid the condom down Jerrik’s cock, giving him a couple of strokes, grinning when he grunted. His hands moved to hold onto my hips.

“This will have to be another quickie,” I whispered. “I’m still on the clock.” I spread my folds with my fingers as he watched. My own juices were enough to make my fingers slide around easily. He’d have no problems sliding into me.

Jerrik chuckled again, smiling at me even as his eyes kept flitting from my face to my breasts, to the place between us where our bodies would soon be joined.

“Well, aren’t you a naughty girl, running off for a quickie in the middle of a job?”

“It’s your fault for being so irresistible.”

Before he could come up with some witty response to that, I took his cock in my hand and held him up, positioning the head at my entrance, then sank down on him, hard and fast, making us both moan. My head fell back as my body shivered in pleasure at the way he filled me. I loved how he stretched me, and I loved it even better when he moved inside me.

But I was in charge, at least for the moment, and I made use of it. I rose up on my knees, pulling out until just the tip of his cock remained inside and slamming back down. Jerrik’s hands flexed on my hips as I started to ride him, playing my hands on his chest as I moved my hips up and down, then circled, then ground down against him. One of his hands moved up from my hips to cup my breast, and I moaned as he teased at the nipple, rolling and tugging it between his fingers.

When I looked at his face, I almost smiled at the blissed out look on his face. I was the one that put that look there, and I felt some pride in myself for that feat.

“Enjoying yourself?” I teased, voice breathless.

His lips formed a smirk, even as he began to pant for breath and met my eyes. “Do you have to ask, now of all times?”

No, I didn’t. It was plain to see he liked it. But I wouldn’t mind hearing it either.

I pulled my hands from his chest, leaning to brace against his thigh as I gyrated my hips, fucking myself on his cock as I circled my hips. My head fell back again as I moaned and moved my hips even faster.

Jerrik’s hand squeezed my breast, then both were back on my hips, and he lifted me up a little, pulling me down as he slammed his hips up in a hard thrust.

“Fuck,” I cried out, looking up to meet his eyes. I wondered just how desperate to come I looked to him.

“You look like you’re having a lot of fun there,” he murmured as he gave another harsh thrust. “Let me join in too.”

I balanced with both my hands on his thighs, digging in with my nails so I wouldn’t slip as he thrust his hips up, tugging my hips down against him as he fucked me, hard. Even with me on top, he was still the one in charge. That might have pissed me off, and any other time I would have tried to get back control, but it felt too good.

We moved together, our bodies perfectly in time with each other, as I felt the first shock of orgasm hit me. I gasped, my back arching to hit just the right spot deep inside me as his cock flexed at the same moment. It was so good, too fucking good, and I let myself go with a cry of pleasure as his hands gripped my hips. I don’t know what I said, I might have even confessed to loving him, but I didn’t care, I just wanted to keep coming on his dick as I rode him hard and fast.

Jerrik let me have my way as I hit my climax, I dug my nails even deeper into his thighs, leaning my head back as I cried out. I heard Jerrik growl low and deep as I felt his cock twitch within me, his thrusts not slowing as he came. His breath was a vicious hiss as he found his release within me, his own fingernails digging into my hips as he gripped me tighter to him. I felt another wave of pleasure rock me and I danced on him, following him as we gripped each other to the point of leaving marks.

The rock of our bodies slowed down as we came down from orgasm. With a groan, I moved so I was lying down on his chest, his arms going around me to hold me to him. I could hear his heart pounding in his chest and knew mine had to be doing the same.

“This can’t ever end.” He whispered, but I still heard him.

I was so comfortable, I could have fallen asleep like that, but his words made me tense. Then I realized I still had to get back to work, and I groaned for an entirely different reason.

“What is it?” Jerrik whispered, his hand sliding through my hair.

“Work, remember? I still have to go.”

His hand stilled, but only for a moment, then he was running his hand through my hair again, his other arm tightening around my waist.

“Just stay a bit longer.”

I sighed, reluctant, but I knew I would anyway.

“Only for a few minutes.”

I was nervous about the way Jerrik made me feel. Not only did he make me feel good, but he made me feel better than I had in such a long time.