Phoenix Rockstar (Book One in the Erotic Rockstar Series) by Bec Botefuhr Page B

close to the edge already, and he has barely begun. When he slides a finger in and finds that sensitive spot, I scream. I quickly muffle it by clamping my own hand over my mouth. He quickens the pace of his fingers and his tongue until I am arching and panting; my nipples rock hard.
    “Trav…I can’t…I am going to…come.”
    I erupt with a bellow and my body thrashes on the desk as wave after wave of pleasure shoots through me. When Travis has wrung every last shudder from me, he lets me go. I prop myself on my elbows and look over at him. My legs are still wide, and my skirt is hitched up, but I don’t care. He stares at me for the longest moment, then stands and lifts me from the desk and puts me on my feet.
    “Trav…I have never…I mean…”
    “No one has ever licked that sweet pussy, have they?”
    I flush and shake my head.
    “I could tell, and let me tell you they were missing out.
    I look down, and he grips my chin, lifting my head.
    “You make me crazy baby.”
    I smile up at him, though it’s a lazy, lopsided smile. His phone rings and he stares over at it.
    “Damn, I have to take that. Stay a bit longer, please?”
    I nod and sit on the couch, watching him take the call.
    “Well what the fuck do you mean he isn’t going to pay?”
    Silence.
    “Fuck it John, he has no choice. I will find him myself.”
    Silence.
    “Right, fine. Schedule a meeting with him and I will go over it with him.”
    Silence and a laugh.
    “Yeah, I am hearing you.”
    I get an idea as he is talking, though it is a mad, crazy idea. I look around the room, and then drop to my knees and begin crawling over towards him. His eyes swing over to me, and they narrow. I reach his knees and lean up on them, running my tongue over my lip. His eyes widen, but he continues his conversation. I wonder how long that will last? I grip his belt and undo it, sliding it off.
    When I have unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, I gaze at his hard erection. The man isn’t wearing any underpants. I stare at the sheer size and thickness of it, and all I can think is ‘That could hurt’ I take him in my hands and his voice hitches as he talks to his friend on the phone. I stroke up and down, feeling the veins pulse in my palms. When I lower my head and take the head of his cock in my mouth, he hisses.
    “What? Sorry buddy, just a rude email.” He grates out, his hands white on the phone.
    I slide my mouth down his length and suck hard. I can hear his voice cracking, but mostly he keeps his composure. I can tell he is all but cool though, his body is rigid; his eyes are flaring and he has nearly snapped that phone in his hand. I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft and stroke as I suck. He tangles a hand through my hair and thrusts his hips upwards, driving his cock deeper.
    “I gotta go, call you later.”
    He slams the phone down and lets out a ragged groan. “I am going to come Mischief, so fucking hard.”
    I lick and suck until his hips are jerking and his seed is shooting hot and heavy into my mouth. He bellows and his fingers tighten in my hair as pump after pump of his seed continues to empty into my hungry mouth. When he finally pulls back, I swipe my mouth with the back of my hand and grin up at him.
    “You bad, bad girl.”
    “I couldn’t help myself, I saw you there and I just had to.”
    “Fuck, you felt so good. Where did my little reserved girl go? I never saw that coming from someone like you.”
    Someone like me? I stand on wobbly legs, feeling utterly slutty. His words hurt, someone like me…someone who in his mind is sweet, innocent…someone he doesn’t know.
    “I have to go.”
    “Mischief, baby…”
    “Don’t call me baby!” I cry, then rush to the door.
    “MISCHIEF!” He calls.
    I swing open the door and rush out; I run past the desks and staring clerks. I get to the elevator and punch the buttons furiously. It opens just as Travis comes running out. I hit close and see him running towards the