Groupie Games [Rockstar Romance 18+]

Chapter 3

Groupie Games Scorecard

Lyla: 5 1/2

Jules: 8

Sasha: 3 1/2

"Good morning," Kellan says as the sun shines through the window, waking us from a perfect night's sleep. "I was really fucking drunk last night, huh?"

"Yeah," I respond. Although, I don't think he was as drunk as he's playing it up to be. He wasn't even slurring his words.

We're still naked under the sheets and his morning wood is pressed up against my backside. He pushes my hair off my face gently. "How about I make you come one more time before I have to go?"

I place my hand behind me and grab onto his cock, stroking him up and down to let him know I'm game. One more fuck and then I'm gone. I can erase him out of my head and focus on the next band that comes to town.

But there's no way to tune him out now...not while his tender lips graze my neck, sending shivers up my spine. He works his way along my collar bone, down my shoulder and arm.

Okay, time to cut the sweetness. I'm here to get down and dirty and that's it. I press my ass against him so he gets the hint that I'm ready for him now. He spreads my legs apart and inserts himself deep inside. My body surges with enough adrenaline that there's no need for a morning cup of coffee. I close my legs tight around him as he holds my body close. The cold metal of his nipple rings give me chills when they touch my back. Reaching his hand over my side, he skillfully rubs my clit while he pumps away. I instinctively close my eyes and my subconscious starts to run wild. This would be nice to have all the time. Someone to wake up with, in a fancy bed with fancy sheets and a million throw pillows.

No. I force my eyes open. That is not going to happen. That lifestyle is not for me. I can't allow myself to be put in that position again. Rock stars don't do relationships. I learned that the hard way. Why do I even get myself started with these daydreams?

I'm snapped back into the moment when he sucks and bites down on my neck. His teeth graze my earlobe while he quickens his pace and goes in deep. I feel every inch of him inside me as he pumps harder and harder.

"Oh fuck!" I scream, caught off guard by the intensity of my orgasm.

"Yeah?" he whispers in my ear.

"I fucking love your dick," I groan. It's true, I'm calling it now, he has the golden cock, for real.

He chuckles for a bit before he goes silent and fills me with his warm seed. I don't want him to pull out yet. I relish the feeling of his embrace, of feeling this close to someone first thing in the morning.

He sighs and rolls onto his back. I lay on my stomach and turn to look at him. God, he's beautiful. His bright blue eyes stand out against his otherwise dark features. He sweeps my crazy bed head hair off my face again and smiles at me with a toothy grin.

Fuck. Fuck him for making me feel this way. Like I'm wanted for more than just sex. Like he really wants to be with me.

He glances over, zoning in on my lips. "I want to kiss you again," he says, grazing his fingernails against my arm.

I prop my head up on the pillow. I don't want him to kiss me again. Kissing leads to more feelings and I don't want to feel so fucking emotional. I need to hit the off switch now, but I just can't. I want to feel his lips one more time so badly that I instinctively nod my head.

He stares into my eyes before brushing his lips against mine. It's sweet and sends another kind of shiver down my spine. Then he pulls away and simply says, "Thank you."

***

"Morning sex, huh? That's kind of rare. Maybe we should give her an extra point," Sasha says after I explain my morning escapade.

"Oh come on, it was like 11 o'clock, barely morning if you ask me," Jules replies.

Sasha's the only one of us with a "real" job; she's a waitress. Jules and I are brand reps or influencers or whatever you want to call us. People pay us to use their stuff and share it on social media. It started off by just wearing merchandise that the bands would give us after hanging out. We'd take the t-shirts home, doctor them up by cutting them with scissors, tying the ends and making them look sexy. As soon as we'd post photos on our social channels, the bands would re-post and we'd get tons of comments and follows. Now we make a shit ton of money taking photos and videos of ourselves wearing clothes, makeup and accessories that companies send us to post on our pages. It's easy money and I can make my own schedule, no brainer.

"Honestly, I just want to put this all behind me and think about our next game plan." I need to get Kellan out of my mind as soon as possible, it's not good to dwell on his stupid sweet "good morning" grin or the sexy stubble on his face that grew in overnight.

"Fine," Jules says, pulling out her phone. She scrolls through for a bit. "Looks like Black Days Done are at the Hubb on Friday night. Any idea who they are?"

I search their name on my phone. "Holy shit, look at their promo picture!"

It's four guys that I swear could have been male models if they didn't pick up instruments instead.

"Wow," Sasha responds. "They're hot as hell."

"Yum, sign me up," Jules says.

"So then it's settled. Black Days Done on Friday night," Sasha says before adding it to our calendars.

"Game on," I reply.

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