Rock Hard

Chapter 16

Like he cared. He set her bag on the floor and the remote on the dresser. He crossed the room and sat beside her on the rug. It had thick padding beneath it and was softer than most beds he’d slept on. Perfect for… “Do you want to make love?” he asked, gazing into her jade-green eyes. The light of the fire made her skin glow like honey.

“Do you?”

He shrugged. “Not really.” He leaned closer and kissed her hungrily.

She tugged his T-shirt off over his head, interrupting their kiss, and placed her small, warm hands on his chest, exploring his eager skin with her palms. “Me neither,” she murmured, and lowered her head to kiss his neck. “But we can make out for a couple of hours.”

“You read my mind.”

For once, they had all the time in the world to enjoy each other. No worries. No interruptions. Complete privacy. Sed leaned back into the soft rug and closed his eyes, allowing her to kiss, stroke, and suckle his bare skin as much as she wanted. Attentive to every inch of his torso, Jessica couldn’t seem to get enough of touching him. He couldn’t tell which of them was enjoying it more. When she urged him to turn over and lie on his stomach, he knew their hours of making out would soon end with frenzied s*x. She knew what touching his back did to him.

She gently scratched every inch of his back. Every muscle of his body went taut with excitement. His n*****s hardened into tight beads. He rubbed his chest against the soft faux fur of the rug, trying to calm himself down. No good.

“You’re so tense, baby,” she whispered, kissing his shoulder.

Tense? He’d show her tense, but before he could drag her beneath him, she straddled his thighs and began to knead the muscles of his back with a firm, but gentle, massage. She soon had worked him over from shoulders to lower back, turning him into a puddle of flesh, his muscles like melted butter. His d**k, squashed beneath him, protested its neglect by throbbing incessantly. God, he was hard, but her hands felt so good he didn’t want her to stop.

She leaned over him, her long hair tickling the skin along his spine. She kissed and suckled paths over his back. He twitched and groaned, unsure how much more he could take.

When she’d kissed her way to his neck, she whispered into his ear, “Do you want to make love?”

He rolled over and tugged her on top of him, seeking her mouth for a feverish kiss. His hands moved to her ass, pressing her pelvis against his so she could feel for herself exactly how much he wanted to make love.

She broke the kiss and looked down at him, grinning. “Is that an anaconda in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“Why don’t you check it out?”

She slid down his body and reached for his belt. “If this turns out to be a big, thick snake, I’m going to be very upset.”

She freed his c**k from its confines and planted a gentle kiss on its head. It twitched, desiring more rigorous attention. She wrapped a hand around its base and sucked the rest into her mouth. Her hand gently stroked upward while her mouth moved down to meet her hand. When the head of his c**k lodged in the back of her throat, she swallowed.

His breath caught.

She pulled her head back, her hand sliding down at the same time. It felt strange to have his c**k worked in two directions at once.

Strange and wonderful. He tried to keep his body still and his gasps of delight at a minimum as she continued to work him in the same maddening fashion. He didn’t want her to realize how close he was to letting go. He wanted his c*m in her mouth. Wanted her to swallow it.

His lack of obvious enthusiasm spurred her competitive spirit and she stroked him faster, sucked him harder, swallowed him deeper.

Eyes squeezed shut, he bit his knuckles and held onto the rug with his free hand. He couldn’t stop the involuntary arch in his spine though. She jerked his pants down his thighs and her free hand moved to gently massage his balls, while her mouth and hand moved together, separated, moved together again over his c**k.

It built, the need to flood her mouth with his seed.

He lifted his head and pried his eyes open to watch her suck him. Ah God!

It burst. He dropped his head back on the floor as a hard spasm gripped the base of his c**k. Jessica gasped in surprise as his first spurt filled her mouth. She swallowed and sucked harder, accepting more of him, drawing his offering deep into her throat. Even after he’d completely spent himself, she continued to suck him to prolong his pleasure until he couldn’t take any more.

“Ah Jess, stop, please.”

“Uh-uhn,” she murmured, shaking her head slightly, his c**k still in her mouth.

He shuddered, slowly growing softer and softer in her mouth. Pausing only to remove their clothes, she didn’t relent until she had him rock hard again. When she released him from her mouth, he opened his eyes, but his vision was so blurred he had to close them again. She crouched over him, her feet planted near his hips, and sank down, taking him into her dripping wet p***y.

“Sit up,” she urged.

Still in a stupor of spent desire, he forced himself upright, resting his weight on his hands to hold himself in a seated position. She held onto his shoulders as she lifted up, rocking onto her toes, and then drove down onto him hard.

“I need it. I’m so hot, Sed.”

He could feel her molten heat and her juices dripping down to bathe his crotch. “Take it.”

She took it. Lifting up and plunging down on him so hard it had to hurt her tender flesh, but she was relentless. As she slid up, she twisted her hips and then slammed down on him again, rotating her pelvis to drive him deeper, deeper. She continued as such until her legs gave way and she had to drop to one knee. She leaned to one side and drove her body down on his at an angle. “Take it, Jess. All of it.”

She rode him harder, faster, until her other leg lost its strength and she had to ride him while perched on both knees. She worked her internal muscles then, squeezing as she drew upward. Damn, if she didn’t stop that, she’d make him come again, and he knew she’d yet to let go. He opened his eyes to watch her. She looked half frustrated, half exasperated and her energy was quickly waning.

He wrapped his arms around her and flipped her over onto her back. She gasped in surprise.

“You need it hard and deep?”

She nodded miserably. He pulled out.

“No,” she protested.

He picked her up off the floor and carried her to the bed. He pulled her to the mattress’s edge and opened her legs wide. His gaze settled on the beauty of her feminine folds. Open to him like silky flower petals. Inviting. The flesh swollen, flushed, and slick. He lowered his head and lapped at her juices. So sweet. And her smell? Damn.

He grabbed his c**k in one hand, attempting to calm himself as he relished her taste, her scent, her warmth. He plunged his tongue into her tight hole and she moaned in torment.

“Sed,” she gasped, her fingers digging into his scalp. The sound of his name on her lips sent ripples of pleasure down his spine. “Sed, I want you. Inside. Please.” Her fingers moved between her legs and she stroked her clit, trembling with unfulfilled desire. He leaned away to watch her rub herself. She worked that tiny bud of flesh with two fingers, grinding it in a circular motion, up and down, back and forth. Circles again. Her hips moved with her fingers. “Mmm. Mmm. Mmm,” she panted as she sought release.

He stroked his c**k as he watched her, not wanting to interrupt her attempt to get off because it was so f*****g sexy to watch. She shuddered and rubbed faster, harder, her back arching off the bed. Her p***y was so swollen, so hot, so wet, so ridiculously empty.

Sed stood, grabbed her hips in both hands, and plunged into her. Her back arched until only her shoulders touched the mattress.

“Oh God, Sed. Yes,” she cried. “f**k it hard.”

His fingers dug into her ass to hold her still so he could pound into her.

“Yes,” she screamed. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”

He f****d her harder. Harder. She pulled her hand away from her clit and her body quaked as she finally found that elusive orgasm. He thrust into her harder. Yes, harder. Take it, Jess. Feel it inside you. I’m part of you. Part of you. Feel it. She strained against him as he continued to thrust into her like a man possessed. As her tremors began to subside, he reached between their bodies and stroked her clit, mimicking the technique he’d watched her use. Her p***y convulsed around his c**k with renewed excitement. When she whimpered from overstimulation, he urged her onto her side without breaking the connection between their bodies and found a steady rhythm inside her.

He stroked her full breast with one hand, her smooth back with the other. She trembled before him, her eyes closed, lips parted, head tilted back with mindless pleasure. He wondered how many times he could make her come before he let himself find release again. He did love a good competition, even if it was with himself.

Still resting on her side, she moved her knees together, making herself delightfully tight inside. But this wasn’t for his delight, it was for hers. He eased her top leg up over his arm to open her wide. He thrust deep and gyrated his hips to stretch her in multiple directions.

“Oh,” she gasped.

He concentrated on his motions, withdrawing until but an inch was inside her and then thrust steady and deep before gyrating, gyrating, gyrating and withdrawing again.

“That feels wonderful, baby,” she whispered.

He repeated this motion countless times, slowly and methodically exciting her to the brink of insanity. She met his deep thrusts now, gyrated her hips with his, whimpered when he withdrew, gasped when he thrust deep. Giving her a vaginal orgasm took a lot of work and concentration. He knew she’d sputter with release if he so much as tapped her clit, so he was incredibly careful to keep her pleasure focused inside. Finally, her hips buckled. “Sed, Sed, what’s happening?”

“Bear down on my c**k, baby. Try to push me out.”

Every muscle inside her contracted around his c**k as she tried to force it from her body. She gasped in surprise, involuntary spasms rocking her core. He felt her orgasm throughout his entire c**k. “Oh my God, Sed. Oh. Oh.” Her vocalizations grew increasingly high pitched and louder as she came. He thrust in and out slowly, prolonging her pleasure, until her entire body writhed involuntarily.

“What was that?” she murmured, in a stupor. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“That was two.”

“Two?”

He pulled out and rolled her onto her belly, before urging her up onto her knees. “Are you ready for three?”

He joined her on the bed, kneeling behind her between her knees.

“Three what?”

He answered her by surging forward and filling her again. Her arms trembled and she lowered her upper body to the bed. He grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her body back upward.

She cried out, a sound of mixed pain and pleasure. He hesitated. Had he gone too far?

“Don’t stop. Pull my hair. Hurt me, Sed.”

He yanked her hair again, even harder this time. Her neck jerked back at a vicious angle.

She laughed huskily. “Yeah, now f**k your dirty b***h like a dog. f**k her good and hard like she wants it.”

He almost came right then. She didn’t give him time to collect his wits. She rocked forward and back, urging him into motion. He met her strokes, thrusting hard, pulling her hair with each penetration. He leaned forward and grabbed the globe of her breast in his free hand, pinching her n****e hard between his thumb and the side of his index finger, rolling it back and forth and then soothing the ache by massaging with the palm of his hand.

“Yes,” she gasped.

He ran his hand from her breast down to her clit, pinching it between thumb and fingertips, stroking it front and back. He thrust his c**k into her with the same rhythm and tugged on her hair. She sputtered as she came for the third time. He released her hair and she collapsed onto her face, still shuddering in the aftermath of her quick and dirty release. He pulled out and pushed her down flat on her stomach. He slid her body forward across the smooth chocolate-brown comforter until she spilled over the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing?” she asked, catching her fall with her hands on the floor.

“Preparing you for number four.”

“Number four?”

He entered her from behind again, his hands on her thighs to keep her from falling off the bed. Keeping her hanging upside down over the edge of the bed without sending her toppling to the floor took extreme concentration, but he loved rubbing his balls against her clit with each penetration. She held still, just taking him. Taking him. Allowing him inside her body. Accepting his possession.

His domination.

His balls tightened. Not yet, he thought.

He refused to let go until he made her come ten times. Ten times in a row. He had to hold back. He buried himself deep and held still, rocking slightly, letting the spasms of pleasure take him, but squeezing the muscles at the base of his c**k as his seed tried to erupt in spurts. No, not yet. Not yet. Ungh.

Jessica held perfectly still, letting him regain control. When he’d forced it back, he began to move inside her again.

“I think I’m going to pass out,” Jessica said. “I’m getting dizzy.”

“Then you better come quick.”

“Sing to me.”

He grinned, grinding his balls against her again before withdrawing. “Do you have a request?”

“Something romantic.”

“Then nothing Sinners,” he said, laughing. He continued to possess her with a consistent and relentless tempo.

“‘G-good-bye Is Not Forever’ is…oh, oh, I’m getting close again. Harder, Sed.”

“Nope. This is all you get.” He sang to her though as he kept the same slow pace, his balls rubbing her clit, his c**k filling her deep.

“ Tomorrow was my second chance to make things right but it never came. I’m sorry I never treasured the time we had for those regrets I take the blame. You gave everything you had. I took without giving back. ” Sed paused in his song, feeling ridiculous for singing it to her while they made love. “Baby, you realize this song is about Trey’s dead dog, don’t you?”

“I don’t care. Sing it. I’m so close. I can picture you up on stage. You’re so hot when you command an audience of ten thousand.”

“Fifteen thousand,” he corrected.

“Yeah. Don’t stop singing. Sing something else if you’d like.”

Actually, he’d written a song just for her a couple of years ago. Dare he put his heart on the line and sing it to her now? Why not? “ When I first realized that—”

“Oh Sed, put your finger in my ass, please. I feel so empty there.”

“If I let go of your legs, you’ll fall on your head.”

She shifted, supporting her entire weight on one hand so she could rub her finger over her anus in a circular motion. “Ungh, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna…” He watched her slide her finger deep inside her back entrance and almost followed her into orgasm as she cried out. She thrust her finger in and out of her ass while her p***y clenched around his c**k.

“Damn that’s sexy, baby. Does it feel good?”

Her answer was a hoarse cry. She wriggled her finger inside until she stopped shuddering and then pulled it out, redistributing her weight on both hands again. He eased out of her body and she did a somersault off the bed, landing gracefully on her back on the carpeted floor.

He climbed from the bed and tumbled her beneath him, kissing her skin tenderly from her lips to her breast. He drew her n****e into his mouth and sucked gently. She sighed, her fingers stroking his hair.

He loved her so much. Was she ready to hear it yet? He feared she’d leave if he brought it up.

“I’m completely satisfied,” she murmured. “You can let go inside me.”

He lifted his head to look down at her. “You sure?”

She nodded and spread her legs for him. He slid inside her again with no intention of letting go. This one would make five. She had six more orgasms to go. She worked him as he thrust into her, using those amazing muscles inside her body that thrilled his c**k like nothing else. She succumbed to the maddening delight first, however, and shuddered beneath him sometime later.

“You’re still holding back?” she whispered, her eyelids heavy with spent desire.

“I’m not trying to,” he lied. “Let’s try the love seat.”

He bent her over the back of the piece of furniture and thrust his fingers into her ass as he pounded his c**k into her p***y. She didn’t last five minutes that way. As her sixth orgasm rippled through her, Sed grinned to himself. God, he loved this woman.

“You still didn’t come?” she gasped, as he led her out of the bedroom and into the loft.

“Maybe with you on top.” He settled into his wide and comfortable recliner and she climbed on his lap. She turned on the chair’s vibration, which felt wonderful on his tired muscles. f*****g her properly was hard work, but the rewards were well worth the effort. She sank down on his c**k.

He’d never felt her work so hard at pleasing him. Her p***y tugged at him relentlessly as she concentrated on making him come. Since she was in charge, he could lean back and count backwards from a thousand. He kept losing his place and gasping in bliss. The woman was determined to succeed. He slid a hand between their bodies and stroked her clit while she rose and fell.

“You’re going to make me come again,” she complained.

“We should come together,” he murmured.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “You’ll know when.”

But when she shuddered with release, he still held back.

“I don’t understand,” she whispered, almost in tears. “Doesn’t it feel good, Sed? Don’t you like it?”

He hadn’t meant to upset her. “That was seven,” he told her, stroking her hair from her face. “You get ten before I get one.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m exhausted.”

“Then just lie there.”

“Where?”

“On the pool table.”

He used his fingers and mouth to drive her to her eighth orgasm as she writhed on the green felt of his pool table. He then led her out onto the balcony.

“Someone will see,” she protested as he pressed her naked body up against the railing.

“We’re on the top floor. No one can see us.”

He cuddled up against her back and entered her from behind. He suckled her neck and rubbed his hands over her perfect breasts, her flat belly, the flair of her hips. They watched the sun set into the ocean as they mated to the rhythm of the waves. It was twilight before she found release again.

“One more?” she whispered, obviously exhausted.

“Yeah. The hot tub should be nice and warm.” He was glad he’d thought to turn it on before she’d arrived.

They entered the huge tub and she climbed on his lap, facing him. His d**k felt so abused at this point he wasn’t sure if he could come at all. She found energy somewhere and rose and fell over his lap, tightening around him, relaxing. He let himself feel it this time. Let the urgency build. No holding back. Well, a little.

“Are you close again, baby?” he asked, forcing his eyes open marginally.

She was utterly stunning, her skin wet and rosy, her breasts rising above and sinking below the water as she rode him. “Yeah. I’m gonna come again.” She bit her lip and twisted her hips. His entire c**k throbbed from swollen head to parts unseen within his body.

“Good. Good. Oh.” Release caught him by surprise, his seed erupting from him like a raging volcano. It pumped into her body, the spasms intense, the pleasure incredible. He gasped, still spurting, still filling her body, still blinded by bliss. “Jessica. Oh God, Jessica.” He couldn’t breathe. Could only come and come and come. Even after his c*m was spent, his muscles continued to contract at the base of his c**k. He grabbed her ass and held her down, groaning in some abyss between ecstasy and agony. When it finally subsided, he took a deep breath and collapsed against the edge of the hot tub.

“Did you come again?” he asked her. He’d been too caught up in his own pleasure to pay attention to her reactions.

“Nine orgasms is plenty, Sed,” she murmured, cuddling against his chest.

He wrapped an arm around her loosely, drawing her closer. He draped his other arm over his eyes. “Well, next time then.”

“Yeah, next time.” Beneath the water, her fingers gently stroked the skin over his ribs. She kissed his collarbone. If she was half as exhausted as he was, she simply lacked the energy to find his mouth. They sat there for a long time, their bodies still intertwined in the roiling hot water, trying to regain their bearings.

“Did you miss me, baby? Is that why you called begging for a place to stay?” Sed murmured, his brain obviously not functioning.

Jessica stiffened, moved from his lap, and started to climb from the hot tub.

He opened his eyes to look at her. “Jess, where are you going?”

The look she gave him might just freeze the steaming water around him.

“I didn’t call begging for a place to stay,” she sputtered.

Her slick, wet skin begged for his touch as she hauled herself out of the hot tub and darted into the apartment through the open glass doors. He sighed loudly and forced himself to stand, water pouring from his body in torrents. He hadn’t meant it that way. Would he ever get this right with her? He honestly didn’t know how and it frustrated him to no end.

Sed stumbled his way back into the house. When he found her in the bedroom, she was already halfway dressed. Her clothes clung to her wet body, but she couldn’t seem to get away fast enough.

“Jess, don’t go. I didn’t mean you actually begged. It came out wrong. I’m glad you’re here.” He had to convince her to stay. Whatever it took. The was no way in hell he was letting her walk away from him twice in one day.

“I’m going to my mother’s.” She slipped into her sandals and slung her bag over her shoulder.

“You’d rather stay with sicko Ed than here with me?” He couldn’t believe she was willing to go anywhere near her perverted stepfather.

The blood drained from Jessica’s face and she covered her stomach with one hand. “Don’t do that to me,” she said. “Don’t make me feel trapped here.”

If that’s what it took, he’d do it. “Your mother is still married to the guy, isn’t she?”

Jessica nodded, her bag sliding from her shoulder to the crook of her elbow.

“I bet he climbs into your bed naked while you’re not there. Rubs his body between your sheets. Makes out with your pillow. Plays with himself while he thinks of you and comes all over your mattress.”

“Shut up!”

“Enjoy your family reunion.” He headed to the bathroom for a towel.

She followed him. “You’re such an asshole. You’ll do anything to get your way, won’t you?”

“I’m not sure why you’re leaving. I said I didn’t mean it that way. But go ahead. Leave.” He wasn’t sure what he’d do if she actually left. Groveling came to mind. So did physical restraint. “I’m sure I can find someone to keep me entertained until the band goes back on tour.” Lying worked okay sometimes, but he knew her reluctance to go home was his best bet. “And I know your mom and Ed will be happy to see you.”

Her bag dropped to the floor. She looked physically ill. “I’ll stay, but I’m sleeping in your guest room and as soon as Myrna pays me, I’ll have rent money for you.”

Heh, I win. “I don’t want your money, Jessica. If you insist on compensating me, just suck my c**k twice a day,” he teased.

He reached for her, but she took a step back. She lifted an eyebrow at him, her nostrils flared. “Just when I start to think you’re not the biggest asshole on the planet, you go and ruin it by opening your mouth.”

Well, s**t. Now what had he said wrong?

Sed clasped Eric’s hand and clapped him on the back. “Did you bring it?”

“Yep.” Eric handed Sed a huge stack of guitar music. Music Brian had written while making love to Myrna. The sheer quantity was overwhelming. The quality? Perfection.

“Awesome,” Sed said. “I invited Jace, by the way.”

Eric rolled his eyes. “Why?”

“Uh, he’s our bassist.” Sed shifted the stack of music under one arm and stepped further into the condo, ushering Eric inside. “He’s already in the studio.”

“If he annoys me, you have to send him home. I can’t compose when I’m annoyed.”

“He won’t annoy you. Gush all over you? Maybe.”

Eric followed Sed to the spare bedroom he’d had converted into a studio. This would be the first time they’d had a chance to use it.

“Got beer?” Eric asked.

“I always have beer.”

“And lyrics?”

“Some. I’ll show you what I have. We’ll probably need to add to them.”

“I brought a couple of ideas.” Eric fished a tiny wirebound notebook out of his inner vest pocket.

“We’ll take a look.”

Eric entered the studio, checking out the soundboard, recording equipment, and various instruments. They didn’t plan to actually record here, but if they ever decided to drop their record label, it was equipped for it. Eric sat in the chair across the square coffee table from Jace. “Hey, little man. Been keeping busy?”

Jace rubbed his earring between his thumb and forefinger. “No. I’m ready to get back on the road.”

“Yeah, no kidding. I hope Trey gets better soon.”

“He won’t get better until he starts trying. Lazing around by his parents’ pool all day isn’t helping,” Sed said, scowling. “I guess I’ll have to go straighten him out.”

“That’s probably a good job for Brian. Put him on it,” Eric said.

“That would require Brian leaving Myrna’s bed for more than five minutes. Ain’t gonna happen.”

“Speaking of women in bed, where’s Jess?”

“She went to a yoga class and then to go pick up her mail from her mother’s house. She’s sure to be in a foul mood when she returns, so let’s get busy.” It had taken her a week to get up the nerve to go visit her mother and she’d only agreed to it because Ed was away on business.

“This should be cool.” Jace sat up straighter so he could see all the scraps of music on the coffee table.

Sed and Jace watched Eric riffle through the stack of guitar music.