Free Rock Hard by Adriana Hunter

senses were filled with so many scents and frictions. He pounded
into her with ever-increasing intensity, causing her whole body to quake right
to her toes. She didn’t know what he did or how he’d shifted, but in an instant
he was racking her to the point of explosion as he grated his cock against her
g-spot.
    “Speak my
name,” he whispered as his lips pressed close to her ear, while he hooked her
leg around his hip so that he could weld himself to her even more tightly. Any
closer and they’d be conjoined, thought the dazed Kate.
    “I want to
hear you say it over and over as I take us both to the brink,” he instructed
gruffly. “I can already feel those tiny little ripples your pussy makes deep
inside when you’re close.”
    “Gage…oh
Gage,” Kate moaned, her skin flushed with heat and wantonness. Her womb was
coiled so tight she felt like she would black out from the pressure. “Yes, I’m
close. So close.”
    “So am I,” he
said hoarsely as his thrusts moved faster and faster. “Can’t do this without
you, Kate.  Come with me.”
    And she did.
His sudden roar of release was muffled against her neck as he pumped into her
again and again, his weight almost crushing her. At the same time, Kate’s inner
walls contracted in continuous waves as their joint orgasm reverberated through
them both.
    His name was
an echoing cry on her lips as her body shuddered uncontrollably. Something
white and blinding erupted in her vision and she arched her spine till her
breasts were mashed against his chest.
    Gage was
kissing on her neck and lapping at the moisture beading from her fevered pores.
Kate could feel the flood of his heat deep inside her belly as his hips
strained against her. “Kate…” he began on a groan, and then suddenly stopped,
as if cutting off what else he was about to say.
    Before she
could prod further, a loud knocking suddenly sounded on the door.   It
was Sheldon, his bass guitarist, who was yelling through the door that Gage
needed to hurry; they were soon about to go on.
    Kate almost
cried out in protest at being deprived of savoring the delicious afterglow she
felt with Gage, his body still pressing her down into the couch.
    She heard him
mutter an angry “ fuck ” before rolling off her. He rose to his feet,
doing up his pants quickly as he turned away from her. He shoved his hands
through his hair over and over as he seemed to be striving for calm.
    Kate couldn’t
take her eyes off his frame as she too got her clothes in order as much as she
could. She knew her hair would be a mess and she’d have to see to it before
showing herself in public. Barely able to stand upright, she rose to her feet
and brushed her palms down her skirt.
    “Gage?”
    Her tone was
questioning and hesitant, but she didn’t expect him to suddenly whirl around,
almost nose to nose to her and making her flinch as his eyes burned into hers.
    “Two more
weeks,” he growled, taking hold of her face and stealing one more hard,
possessive kiss that made her heart skip. “And in that time, if any man so much
as looks at you cross-eyed he’s getting his face handed back in a pulp.”
    He broke away
to back off as if to distance himself from grabbing her again, his eyes hooded.
“I know I’m not the kind of guy you want…but you can’t deny how I make you feel.
And you can bet I don’t want anyone else putting his hands on you during this
tour. So don’t think of looking too far the next time you need to stoke the
heat between your legs, Kate. Gage Stevens doesn’t like to share.”
    Gage Stevens
can go to hell! Kate wanted to howl as Gage strode out of the room and shut the
door after him. She could hear voices beyond and knew they were heading
straight for the stage where she could faintly hear the sounds of the crowd
applauding the opening act’s finishing set.
    Shame so
acute it burned her skin made Kate want to sob. She clutched the hair at her
scalp as she berated herself. How could she have been so