The Rockstar's Intern

Chapter Fifty - Six - Sweet Dreams

Despite my marathon day of sleep, I still somehow managed to fall into a deep, dreamless slumber toward the end of the movie. My mind barely registered the fact that strong tattooed arms lifted and carried me to my bed. So, the next morning when I awoke to the small walls of my bunk I was more than a little disoriented.

I blinked against the darkness a few times before my scratchy white sheets came into view, along with the intricate black skull tattoo on the back of the hand that was wedged beneath my pillow. Asher's hand. In bed with me. My heart raced from his nearness and the way I could smell the orange in his body wash. His other arm was draped around my chest palming one of my breasts, and his dick stood at full attention, poking me in my lower spine.

This wasn't good. I stirred, trying to slowly free myself from his iron clad grasp, but he only held me closer and shifted his pelvis against my back, a groggy moan escaping his lips. My core tightened at the heavenly sound and I involuntarily shifted against him for some friction of my own. This really wasn't good.

After a few unmoving moments, I assumed Asher had fallen back asleep until his hand began to move from my breast. Slowly inching itself down my stomach, past my navel and resting just above the hem of my underwear. I held my breath, conflicted if I wanted him to keep going or not move past go. After several frozen moments, I breathed a sigh of relief when his hand remained still. It was only then, when I released all the pent up air within my lungs that Asher intentionally moved his fingers below my underwear and latched directly onto my clit.

"Mmmmmm." I moaned, pressing my ass backwards against him as his fingers carefully traced circles on my most sensitive area, driving me wild.

"You like it when I touch you..." It wasn't a question, so I didn't feel inclined to answer as he picked up his pace. I pushed back into him further, begging for more of the delicious friction, and in turn he stiffened more against my spine. "You like to pretend as though I don't affect you, but we both know that's not true..." He moved his hand off of me and I actually fucking whimpered from the loss of contact until he inserted one of his long thick fingers inside of me.

"Fuuuuuuck...." I drew out the word with my gasp as he inserted a second finger, pumping inside of me as his thumb brushed over my clit.

"Yes Sam I am fucking you, with my fingers." This wasn't a question either. He could feel how soaked I was and how I clenched around him as he began to pick up his pace even more. "Would you like it if I fucked you for real?" He asked, his voice thick with lust and his dick against my spine was even thicker, begging to join this thing we had started. "Answer me." Asher's hands stilled against me and I wiggled myself against him, desperate for release.

"Don't stop," I begged.

"Then answer my question Samantha. Would you like me inside of you?" I nodded frantically, but he remained unmoved. "I can't hear you..."

"Yes. Yes I want you inside of me, that's all I ever want." I relented and that was all he needed to remove his fingers and position himself behind me, pressing the tip of himself against me. I moved backward easing him in slowly. The pleasure and the pain of him were one and the same as he moved slowly into me from behind. "Yes. Yes. Oh god Ash right there." I practically screamed and he slammed into me rocking me forward against the wall of my bunk, giving me exactly what I wanted, how I wanted it. I gripped my sheets in my hands, climbing higher and higher until I was at the edge of heaven. Only then did my eyes fly open.

I was immediately on the verge of tears. It was only just a dream. A really damn good dream, but a dream nonetheless. I squeezed my eyes shut, a mixture of disappointment and relief washing over me. Asher wasn't good for me, it was unhealthy to be thinking of him in that dirty fantastic sexual way, but my stupid subconscious mind wouldn't get the message. And neither would that delicious spot between my legs, the one that continued to pulse in aftershocks from the wet dream.

I rolled over, my body colliding with a much larger body. My green eyes widened at the beautiful sleeping giant in my tiny bed. Asher looked completely at ease, his head turned away, breathing rhythmically while his athletic shorts stood at full attention. I stared at the tent his pants were pitching for a moment too long before I held my breath and carefully climbed over him and out of my bed.

He shouldn't be occupying my bed, or my thoughts, or my dreams or anything that had to do with me anymore, aside from my job. He just kept showing up and couldn't take a damn hint...

I stalked angrily past the puke splattered hallway bathroom and into his bedroom, cranking the knob on his shower all the way to blue. I stepped inside, my body shivering against the frozen water. I never understood the need for a cold shower until this moment. As I scrubbed at my hair and let the coolness wash over me, I finally felt the heat between my legs dissipate.

I hummed the song Reid and I had written as I allowed my cream rinse to settle in and wondered when I would get to hear him sing it to me in person. He had said in his email he was hoping to see me soon, but who knew when that would be. I could only hope it was indeed soon so I could focus my thoughts elsewhere...far away from a certain gorgeous blonde rock god.

As if on cue, the glass shower door swung open and there stood Asher. In all of his 6'3"  mischievous tattooed glory with his long tan lean muscles and his anything but lean cock. Staring straight at me, his morning wood bordering now on afternoon wood.

"Care if I join you?" He grinned crookedly, stepping in and closing the door behind him. I stood mystified as he moved closer, letting the cold water run over my hair and wash the cream rinse as well as my resolve down the drain.

"Yes I care. Get out." My voice was hoarse and void of any conviction. He only smirked and stepped closer to me, but I tried to take a move away from him, and slipped on the floor that was slick with my conditioner. I reached a hand out and gripped onto his bicep to prevent myself from falling and he wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me steady, but resulting in our naked bodies colliding. He held me to his chest, his face mere inches from mine and our breathing matching a strained rhythm.

"God you're gorgeous." Asher's hands slowly rubbed down my slick bare back and up again and my traitorous nipples stood at attention from the compliment.

"Asher..." I tried to pull away again but he held me close.

"I'm sorry Sam. Forgive me. Give me another chance. I'm not opposed to getting on my knees to beg..." He licked his full lips and kissed each of my cheeks, bending so he was only a breath away from me as he spoke. I stepped back a couple of inches into the stream of cold water, hoping it would clear my head, and it did. As soon as the Arctic blast hit Asher's arm around me he pulled away in shock.

"Holy shit! That's cold!" He withdrew from me and I took the opportunity to step around him, grabbing my thick black towel that was still hung outside the glass walls.

"I've gotta run. There are some very important intern matters I need to attend to." I shouted lamely as I shoved my sports bra and shirt on my body and my yoga pants up my legs. I forced myself not to glance into the bathroom mirror to see a very naked and equally as turned on Asher Adams watch me go...