The Rocker Who Shatters Me (The Rocker 9)

With a groan he pulled away, and we both looked down as he tore my panties away and guided his vein-bulging cock to my opening. I sank my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from crying out in ecstasy as the tip of his beautiful dick entered me. Devlin’s lashes lowered as he pulled back. Even in the dim lighting of the alcove I could see that the tip was coated in my need for him. He rubbed his wet cock over my clit, his breathing growing more labored as he watched his thickness spreading the lips of my pussy.

The sight heightened my own desire and I whimpered as I felt more liquid heat flooding my opening. “Fuck, that’s hot.” He stole a quick, hard kiss. “Are you ready for all of me?”

I opened my mouth but no words would come. Licking my lips, I nodded. He cupped both my ass cheeks in his big hands as he thrust forward, filling me. I clung to his shoulders, my face burying into his neck as I sank my teeth into the flesh just under his ear to keep from screaming. Fuck, he felt so good.

Devlin’s hold on my ass tightened and I knew that I would be feeling his hands there for a long time afterwards. My back slammed into the wall behind me as he pulled free and started thrusting at a pace that had me quickly reaching a height that only this man had ever taken me to. I moaned my encouragement at how hard he was fucking me, wanting him deeper, wanting to be a part of him like this for eternity.

“Please tell me you’re close, baby,” Devlin’s voice rumbled at my ear. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.”

“Harder, Dev.” I kissed the spot my teeth had just sunk into. He would definitely have a memento to carry around for a while from the love bite I’d just given him. It was a wonder I hadn’t drawn blood. “I’m close. Don’t worry about that. Fuck me harder.”

I was hanging right on the edge. His thickness sliding in and out of my drenched pussy, the way he pressed down against my clit before pulling out and filling me all over again was pushing me higher. I wanted more, and knew that when this was over I would crave so much more. As soon as I came down from the high of my approaching orgasm I was going to feel empty again, but I would deal with that later.

He tightened his hold on my ass even more and tilted my hips up ever so slightly. It forced me to take him even deeper, the ridges of his cock hitting at a different angle that kept me whimpering in pleasure as he fucked me as hard as I’d asked for. “Dev..!” I couldn’t contain the scream that escaped me as the beginnings of my release started to consume me.

“Yes,” he groaned, pumping even harder. “Yes, baby. Fuck, you feel so good. Damn, I’ve missed you.”

My orgasm kept coming, his wild thrust prolonging it. His lips brushed over my ear, his breathing coming in gasps as I felt his cock thicken even more deep inside of me. Seconds later Dev stilled, his breath caught in his lungs and I knew he was about to empty inside of me. “Nat…” He whispered my name roughly just as I felt the first spray of his release filling me. It was hot and thick, making his next slow thrust send me spiraling over into another orgasm.

Natalie

I slowly came aware of my surroundings as the euphoria of two amazing orgasms began to fade.

Devlin was still deep inside of me, but I could feel a mixture of both our releases dripping down my thighs. I closed my eyes as a wave of shame washed over me. I’d just gotten fucked in some dark corner of a nightclub by a rock star. By the one man I was helpless to want, need—love.

I talked a good talk¸ but I definitely could not back it up with actions. Otherwise I wouldn’t now be in the same position I was sure Devlin had been in countless times before with his band of groupies. I was better than this, so much better than this. Having sex—no, it had been plain and simple fucking—with Devlin in a public spot like this where anyone could have come along and seen us was not something I got off on.

It wasn’t the first time we’d done something like this, though. But every time it had happened in the past I’d always ended up feeling just like I was now. Easy. Slutty. Ashamed of myself. Disrespected…

The disrespect had never felt as overwhelming as it did right in that moment, though. It only showed me just how much Devlin Cutter didn’t care about me. He could fuck me in a public spot like this¸ not caring if someone saw me exposed, or that they could take pictures and maybe even sell them to some sleazy magazine. All he’d cared about was getting off and nothing more. Of course if I was honest, that was how I’d been feeling during the whole thing too. I’d been the one to start it by kissing him first, but now that the heat of the moment was cooling, everything else was flooding in and I felt used.

Blinking back tears, I pushed against Devlin’s still heaving chest. Slowly he raised his head from my neck. “What’s wrong?” he demanded as he pulled back a little.

“This.” I waved my hand between the two of us where we were still so obviously connected. “This is what’s wrong. I just let you fuck me where anyone could see us. Do you even care that we could have been caught? That someone could have gotten us on camera? That my brother might have tried to have sex with Harper back here?”

“Stop worrying, baby. I kept an ear open.”

I pushed at his chest harder and he finally pulled free of me, making him moan. I bit my lip to keep the same sound from escaping me. That empty feeling was already starting to replace the pleasure. Once he was no longer part of me I wiggled until he let me down. My legs were wobbly and I had to take a moment to get my bearings before I could take a step without falling. With a trembling hand, I fixed my skirt and noticed that my panties were a torn mess on the floor.

Devlin tucked himself back into his jeans and bent to pick up the little piece of silk. I wasn’t surprised when he tucked it into his pocket. No doubt he considered my panties his trophy. I turned away, determined not to let him see the tears that I couldn’t keep at bay any longer.

“Nat…?” I moved around him and started back down the corridor toward the bathrooms. I couldn’t deal with him or what I’d just done with him right now. “Don’t run away again. We need to talk.”

“I can’t,” I whispered. I hated that I was running away yet again, but my pride couldn’t handle another second if I didn’t get away from him. The tears fell faster down my cheeks and I let them go unchecked as I found the bathroom and pushed inside. Leaning back against the closed door, I covered my face with my hands and finally released the sob that had been strangling me.