Free Rocked Forever by Clara Bayard

take a shower?" My sore muscles thrummed at the idea of some hot water.
    "I am a room service master."
    I got out of bed carefully and walked towards the bathroom. "I remember." I could feel his eyes on my back as I left the room, and I smiled.
    I was still pressing buttons on the massive steam shower when Matthew came into the room. "What happened to getting food?"
    He stepped inside the stall. "Ordered. Gonna be twenty minutes, so I thought I'd offer to wash your back for you."
    I looked down between his legs and arched an eyebrow. "Again? You're insatiable."
    "I am. For you." As the room filled with steam, he pushed me back against the marble tile. Hot water beat down on us from above and I kissed him, reaching down to take his hard length in my hand and fell to my knees.
    It was too loud in the shower to hear him, but I could feel his whole body tense as I swiped my tongue over the head and then slipped him inside my mouth. Holding his shaft in one hand I advanced and retreated, taking him a tiny bit deeper each time. Squeezing the base, I licked and sucked, changing the speed and pressure as he reacts, thigh muscles flexing against me. As my lips slid over his velvety skin, I looked up through the steam into his soulful hazel eyes.
    "Ellie," he cried out, dragging me off and up to a standing position. "I need to fuck you. Right now."
    I kissed him on the lips while still gripping his length, and he groaned.
    "Back to bed?" I asked.
    "No time." He rushed out of the shower stall for a second and then came back with a foil packet in his hand. He stood staring for a moment. "Look at you."
    After planting a kiss on my lips, he turned me around and walked us over to the wide bench seat in the shower. Sliding his hands over my shoulders, he leaned in to whisper into my ear. "I want you every way, and everywhere in this hotel room. I'm going to take you until we both pass out. Then when we wake up, I'll start all over again. We have so many missed days to make up for, and I'm going to find a way to."
    "Starting now?" I asked.
    "Staring now." He bent me forward at the waist and rubbed the thick head of his cock over my slick entrance.
    All thoughts of soreness disappeared as he pushed inside me again, and I couldn't wait to see if we could fulfill his challenge, even if I feared I wouldn't be able to walk afterwards.
    *
    Many hours later, Matthew was sitting in bed with his back against the headboard, and I was curled up at his side. We'd gone through two rounds of food and countless rounds of sex, and were both barely awake. Completely sated, I couldn't imagine doing anything but this.
    He stroked my arm lazily. "You know, that film you made, it's wonderful. Which sounds self-centered, but I don't mean it like that."
    "You didn't like the parts about you?"
    "No, I did. Helped me see myself more clearly. As a member of the band, and as a person. I always relished and resented my position at the same time. That was dumb. What I thought was wrong. I could see it in the way the guys talked about me. In the way the fans reacted. Just because everyone can't see me for everything I am doesn't mean they're not seeing me at all."
    "I see you."
    He smiled. "You always have. And I wish you could see how much I regret what I did."
    "I do. And I forgive you. How can I not? I think this is in the top five days of my life," I said.
    He nodded. "Mine too." Leaning down, he planted a quick peck on my kiss-swollen lips. "Well, except for the parts where you hated me."
    "I never did. I never could."
    He smiled. "Good."
    "Thanks for letting me yell at you."
    "I deserved it."
    I squeezed his hand. "Yeah, you really did."
    Matthew barked out a laugh. "Damn, I really love you."
    I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him. "You better."
    "Wow. You've been spending too much time with my band. Those boys are a bad influence. You used to be nice."
    "That was your brain damage. I was never nice."
    "Hey! I did not have brain damage. Well, not