Working With The Rockstar - JH

Chapter 51

Liza pov

"Why the fuck are you baking a cake at seven in the morning?" He asked, sipping a cup of coffee.

"Because I wanted to bake a cake. And you were asleep." I answered, weighing the sugar.

"Fair enough." He shrugged, staying silent as he continued to sip his coffee.

"What did the big oaf want yesterday?" I asked, discarding if the egg shells in the trash can.

"Who Colson? He was just calling to tell me I was invited to MTV VMA's." He answered.

"How can you just casually drop that into a conversation like it's nothing? That's some big news." I said, putting down the flour and staring at him in disbelief.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for the opportunity I was given, but with everything that's going on I kinda don't really feel like going to VMA's would be a smart move for me right now. I mean I already get shit on for the fact that I'm a smaller artist hanging out and collaborating with a bunch of bigger artists, going to the VMA's would just add extra fuel to the fire. Not to mention, we're both still getting hate for that fucking video. So I'm probably just not gonna go." He shrugged, placing the cup down on the side.

"What? No you have to go. This is a big opportunity for you." I argued, as I started to mix all the ingredients together.

"Not really. And besides, the amount of hate that'll come from it will just make it unbearable and a waste of time. I'm not gonna go if I know I'm not going to enjoy it."

"No. You know you're gonna enjoy it, it's just the fear of how bad the hate you'll get is holding you back. I really think you should go. This opportunity is exactly your type of thing. You are literally one of the most social people I know and we both know what Colson is like. I really don't think you should turn this down." I tried to encourage as I had finally put the cake tin in the oven.

"I really don't think that the hate is worth it."

"Give them something to talk about." I shrugged. "I mean, you're already saying that they're gonna talk no matter what, give them something to talk about then. Chest the system. At the end of the day, it's only hate if you allow it to be. Otherwise it's just screens with words. So what if you loose followers? You know the people that stay with you are the most loyal you could have." He looked at me for a second, thinking over what I had said.

"What should they be talking about?" He asked, making me think as well.

"I haven't gotten that far yet. Look, go to Colson, and get the details and then once you've got that come back here and we can think of something." I suggested.

"Yeah, okay. I'll do that then." He agreed, standing up and walking to the door.

"Shirt." I called out, not looking up as I started to clear up.

"Thanks." He called back, picking up a shirt, putting it on and then disappearing out the door.

******

"Boo."

"Ah, you fuck wit. How long have you been there for?" I asked, clutching onto the towel around my body.

"Let's put it this way, if you had taken about five minutes longer I would have had to come and join you." He answered.

"You should've come and joined me. I was feeling incredibly lonely." I pouted, walking over and straddling his lap.

"Well, I can make it up to you if you want." He offered, slowly peeling the towel off of my body and dropping it down behind me.

"I'd love it if you could make it up to me." I replied, watching as a smirk formed on his lips.

In the blink of an eye, I was flipped so I was on the bed on all fours. He was now stood behind me with his hands holding my hips. I could hear the faint sound of his drawstrings being pulled and then the much more prominent sound of his shorts and boxers hitting the floor.

"Oh fuck." I moaned as I felt him push in with no warning.

I gripped onto the sheets as his pace picked up. My body was still overly sensitive from what he did to me yesterday and just how many times he did it. Every thrust brought a wave of pleasureful pain, one that was only increased by his fingers digging into my hips.

"You're so tight." He groaned, rocking into me harder as he also hit deeper.

His arms wrapped around my stomach, and he used it to push me up so my back was flush to his chest. The new angle had my eyes rolling back as he was directly hitting my g-spot.

"So fucking hot." He grunted, kissing over my neck and nipping at my shoulder.

His hands squeezed their way up my waist before latching onto my boobs. He took my nipples between his fingers and started rolling them. My hand clasped together around the back of his neck as my pleasure increased. Every part of my body is swollen and sore, but his touch just brings pleasure in both forms.

"Yes, shit." I moaned as he continued to play with my boobs. The more he played with my body the closer he built me to an orgasm, which made me cry out.

"Why don't you cum for me baby?" I didn't even need to tell him.

He's learnt my body patterns so quickly that he can just tell when I need to cum. He knows ever part of me he needs to touch to get me on the edge in seconds. The rasp in his voice was the last thing my body needed for me to topple over.

My nails dug into the back of his neck as I let go of my orgasm. The continuous throbbing of my walls also milked him of his orgasm, leaving us both a panting mess by the end of it.

"Fuck." I breathed, falling forwards as he pulled out of me.