Michelle Valentine - Rock the Beat

I give her my most wicked grin as I feel the bare skin beneath my finger tips. “I forgot I ripped your panties off before. Good thing I didn’t remember that at the police station. I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off you and concentrate.”

She giggles. “Yeah. I stuffed them into my purse.”

I eye the handbag sitting on the nightstand. “Maybe I need to keep that as a souvenir of the first orgasm I ever gave you.”

She tilts her head. “Why do you need a memento? Are you planning on leaving me?”

I shake my head. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetness. Ever.”

She grins and kisses me again. “Good.”

 My dick strains against my jeans, begging to be buried deep in her pussy.

When she tosses her head back, I drag my lips down her neck. “God, Trip. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

The sound of her needing me, asking me to take her is almost more than I can bear. I yank on her dress, tearing it a bit as I pull it over her head. I stare down at her completely bare and laid out before me. I’ve never seen a more beautiful creature in my entire life. A tug in my chest I haven’t felt in my heart in a long time. I know it hasn’t been that long, but there’s just something about her that fits perfectly with me.

Holly sits up and unbuttons my jeans. I grab a condom from my back pocket and toss it onto the bed before I help her shove my jeans and boxers off my body. We both stare at each other, sitting there together completely naked. Her breathing is just as fast as mine as I reach for her.

I ease her back on the bed and then lay down beside her. I guide my hand down between her legs, before pressing a couple fingers against her swollen clit. “You’re so fucking wet. I love how fucking excited you get when I touch you.”

Holly’s body writhes as I continue to circle her sweet spot.

“Oh, God,” she pants. The sultry tone in her voice causes my cock to jerk.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” I ask against her skin. “You’re so fucking sexy when you come.”

She whimpers and grabs my wrist as she comes hard against my hand. “Oh, ah…Trip.”

“That’s it, baby. Let go with me,” I tell her.

I knead her tits as she returns from euphoria. I roll her taut nipple with my index finger and thumb. Watching her fall apart from the things I do to her body, causes an intense rush throughout my body, making it hard to hold back any longer from taking her very difficult. I love the fact that I’m the only man that’s ever made her feel that good.

I grab her face and kiss her hungrily, eager to make her come again. An intense need flows through me to claim this girl. I always want this woman to be mine.

I suck a quick breath when Holly touches my face and says, “I want you inside me.”

I shake my head. “There’s one more thing I want to give you first.”

Before she can say anything else, I begin kissing a trail down her stomach. I nudge her thighs open and then go straight to work on her still swollen clit. I flick my tongue against it and lapping up the sweet juices of her arousal. I penetrate her core with two fingers and I feel her greedy pussy clench around them.

Holly’s body twists, and she shoves her pussy against my mouth and she pants my name while she comes for the second time.

I kiss the inside of her thigh. “I believe that’s what? Number four for the night, and we’re not done yet.”

She giggles. “You’re serious about that Orgasm King thing, aren’t you?”

I grab the condom from the bed and open the package. “I take my duties as ruler very seriously.”

She laughs for a second before she glances down to watch me roll on the rubber. The amused expression on her face turns serious as hunger builds up again in her eyes. This girl is insatiable—I fucking love it.

I grab her legs and yank her to me, so I can slide my cock between her wet folds. After it’s coated in her juices, I guide my cock into her. The intense pleasure of it causes me to close my eyes. “Damn. This is fucking heaven.”

I shove into her all the way to the base and then pull back out. She searches out my lips again as I begin pumping into her. “Trip…”

She doesn’t have to say another word for me to know exactly what she’s feeling, because I feel it to—this crazy connection that we have.

My fingers dig into her hips as a warm tingle spreads over my entire body. I close my eyes, willing myself to make this last longer, but I can’t, being inside her feels too fucking good.

“Fuck. Oh, God. I’m coming, baby.” Edging into oblivion, my moves become ridged. The quickened pace causes Holly to dig her nails into my back as she falls with me over the edge. “So fucking sexy…Shit.”

I growl as I let go and release, swearing that God himself just showed me heaven.

A tremor shakes my entire body as I try to settle down. I prop myself up with my elbows and lean my forehead against hers as I try to catch my breath. “You’re fucking amazing.”

There’s no way life gets any sweeter than this.

Kiss Quick

Holly

We lie in my bed wrapped in each other’s arms. The sun rising brightens up my room and I study the intricate tattoos on Trip’s left shoulder and arm. I trace my finger over the patterns and read the words Music is Life on his forearm. I’ve seen it on his arms many times, but I guess I didn’t understand how much he was into music until last night when he told me he used to be in a band.

I run my finger over the words. “I like this one.”

Trip rotates his wrist to check which one I was referring to. “Me too. It’s true. Music is in my blood. I love it. I don’t think I could ever fully give it up.”

I prop myself up on an elbow. “I love that you are so passionate. Why did you stop playing?”

He pauses for a long moment, like he’s searching for an answer. “I still play actually.”

“I’d love to hear you play sometime.”

He grins. “I’d like that.”

My eyes wander up his arm to the words Black Falcon written on his shoulder. I touch his skin where the inked words appear. “Isn’t this a band’s name?”

Trip’s eyes widen and his body stiffens. “Yes.”

I tilt my head. It seems kind of childish to get something like that permanently tattooed into his skin, but I’ve heard of people doing crazier things before. I guess if you love something enough to put on your body forever, it’s a good way to always remember being passionate about something. I don’t want him to think I’m judging him for that. I can see how nervous he is just by me bringing it up. “I didn’t know you were such a huge fan.”

He relaxes and smiles. “Yeah. I’m a big fan. Do you like them?”

I shrug. “I’ve only really heard that song you were signing in the office.”

“Ball Busting Bitch?”

I laugh at how ridiculous the name of it is. “That’s the one. The radio played that one out.”

He laughs too. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Other than that, I’ve never really listened to any of their music,” I admit.

“They’re an okay band.”

Talking about music and bands makes me wonder about his regular job. “I never did ask what band you worked for.”

He bites his lip and tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. “Believe it or not, I actually work for Black Falcon.”

My mouth drops open and sit up quickly, pulling the sheet up to cover my bare chest. “Are you serious?”

He tucks his arm behind his head. “Yep. Why are you so excited all of the sudden? I thought you weren’t a fan.”

“I’m not.” The possibilities of somehow using the bands fame to help promote the track rushes through my brain. “Are you good friends with the guys in the band?”

Trip smirks. “I guess you could say that.”

“This is perfect! I know how we can save the track.”

Trip raises an eyebrow. “How’s that?”

I turn towards him. “Do you think they would come and play a couple songs if we set up a race here at the track? If we had a major band perform here, we’d draw all kinds of sponsors, press and riders from all over the world. It would be exactly what this place needs.”

He bites his bottom lip, like he’s considering what I’ve asked. “Is that what you want? You don’t think the investor’s money will be enough?”

I shake my head. “Not to put the business back on top. Besides, you said the drummer of the band you work for is the investor, right? He would probably love to see this place make money, so he’d convince the other guys to come here. What do you think?”

He sighs and touches my face. “If that’s what you want, then I’ll do my best to make it happen.”

I squeal and hug him. “Thank you. This will mean so much to this place and to Dad.”

He rubs my back as I pull back and kiss his lips. The simple peck between us turns passionate as he opens his mouth and slides his tongue against mine. My hands find their way into his hair and his hand slips down my back, shoving the sheet down until he reaches my ass. His strong hands grip my ass and he pulls me on top of him.

I’m afraid I’m becoming addicted to this sexy man.

TRIP

The moment Holly leaves the room I throw my head back against the pillow.

Shit.

I’ve gotten myself into a huge fucking mess by lying to her all this time. I should’ve told her before who I was, but I was afraid she would never give me the time of day if she knew I was famous. She doesn’t like people like me—words from her own mouth.

The moment the guys all come here, or the moment she Google’s the band, it’s all over. She’ll either forgive me and we can move on, or she’ll hate me forever.

I sit up and grab my pants from the floor. I dig my cell phone out of the pocket and dial Tyke’s number. “What’s up, baby brother. You ready to come back yet? It’s boring as shit without you here.”

I roll my eyes and fight back the urge to argue with him about the age thing, but don’t because I know there’s no time. “Hey, bro. I have a favor to ask.”

Tyke sighs into the phone. “What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?”

“No trouble, but I do need something from you. Well, from all the guys.”

“Oh? Should I be afraid to even ask what that is?”

I shake my head eve though I know he can’t see me. “I need you all to come here and play a couple songs. That’s it.”

“You know the other guys aren’t going to want to leave their women right now. That’s the reason we’re on break in the first place.”

“They can bring them too. Holly and I want to set up a benefit, slash motocross competition here and we need something to draw people in.”

“And let me guess, you want to use the band to promote your new little business?”

“Yes. What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing, I guess. Who is this Holly person you mentioned before?”

I bite my bottom lip and wish I could kick myself in the ass. I’m just beginning to figure out my relationship with Holly. I don’t know if I’m ready to share what we are with my brother. “She’s the owner’s daughter.”

“Don’t forget to add the woman you’re sleeping with,” Tyke adds.

“It’s not like that,” I reply, my tone sharp. I hate the fact that my brother knows me almost as well as I know myself.

“Then how is it?”

I rub my face and allow my thoughts to travel to Holly. Her gorgeous smile comes to mind and denying what I feel for her to my own flesh and blood would make me a total tool, so I decide to give him the most honest answer I can. “I like her.”

“Really? That’s something I haven’t heard you say in a long time. Matter of fact not since…”

“Let’s not even bring her up,” I beg. “Holly is nothing like Jessica. To compare the two wouldn’t be fair.”

Putting someone as straightforward and sweet as Holly up against my back stabbing, slutty ex isn’t anywhere close to being even. Jessica isn’t in Holly’s league.

“That’s good to know. The band can’t handle you losing your shit right now. It’s falling apart as it is, and it won’t be able to withstand your ass getting carted off to jail over some girl you barely know.”

I shake my head. “This is exactly why I don’t tell you things. Every time I do, you always revert back to the past. I’ve grown up since then, Tyke. I’m not going to go around fighting every single asshole that looks at her three seconds too long. This track and Holly are both really important to me. I wouldn’t do something stupid to screw up what I have going here.”