Twisted Rhythm: A Dark Rockstar Romance (Twisted Rhythm Series Book 1) Read online

  She remembered the first time he’d kissed her, how he’d wrapped his hands in her hair before leaning forward and how his lips and tongue had tasted of the whiskey he’d been drinking. She’d been so excited to finally get her hands on him that she’d torn at his clothes, ripping at his jacket, his shirt, his black leather pants and then as they’d pulled each other’s pants down in a frenzy how he’d shoved her backwards and taken her rough and hard against the wall.

  As he crawled onto the bed to kneel beside her, it was all Amanda could do to keep from jumping and riding him. She knew the pain would be incredible. Although she wanted so very much to please him, to feel him hard and throbbing inside of her once more, she prayed that Jake would accept another way, just until her wounds healed. Then, with a start, the thought hit her that there may not be a next time, that this might actually be it for her and Jake. She just couldn’t, wouldn’t accept that. This was her chance finally to make sure their relationship didn’t end forever, to make sure there was tomorrow.

  He was looking at her with such intensity, his face so serious, she felt as if he was dipping into her soul. She crawled closer, until she was kneeling in front of him, their faces inches from each other.

  Looking down between his legs, she whispered, smiling, “You lied. You can get it up for me and you didn’t even try.”

  “Don’t flatter yourself,” Jake said evenly, leaning back on his elbows. “I get it up for just about any pussy lookin’ half assed good. No emotions in my dick so don’t start thinking there’s anything more between us than what’s between our legs, and that won’t take all that long to handle, will it baby?”

  Amanda sat back, stunned. Was she going insane? Was it really possible she was misreading all of Jake’s signals, all the signs? As angry as he was, the look in his eyes at times was unmistakable. He hated her for what she’d done but there was no way he’d forgotten all of the good memories, everything they’d shared and everything they’d done.

  She hesitated, then said, “Yeah, it’ll take quite a while to handle cause I wanna play all night.”

  He laughed softly, a sly smile crossing his face, “Don’t know about all night but for now, proceed to go and collect two hundred dollars...Oh wait, you’ve collected your money so now it’s just proceed to go, isn’t it?”

  “Stop this shit Jake,” she leaned towards him as he sat up.

  He was smiling and put his hand on the side of her head, pushing her down gently between his legs.

  “Come on baby,” he whispered softly, “You know what I like.”

  Oh God, she thought, I really do know just what Jake likes and wondered suddenly how many other girls did too. Even when things were good with Jake, and not always just in the sack, things were also misery, too many bad thoughts and memories. But even so, the highs always made up for the lows somehow, no matter how painful or terrible. Pleasing him had become her life and without him she would never feel whole again. Lying in his arms was the best feeling she’d ever known in her entire life and nothing, no man, could ever begin to compete with that.

  She bent over and licked the head of his cock gently, teasing him with her tongue and lips. Moaning, Jake arched his back and closed his eyes. He was throbbing, hard and dripping deliciously for her. All he could think of was how good it felt to have Amanda on him again, how long it had been since he’d gotten a blowjob that sent electrifying chills throughout his entire body and raised shock waves that blew his mind along with his load.

  Amanda tasted him eagerly, savoring his juices, the pre-cum before the flood, the sweet calm amidst the eye of the storm, and as Jake squirmed and moved his hips she lowered her mouth slowly down the shaft of his cock, sucking and tickling him with her tongue as she moved downwards. She stopped abruptly halfway, held her position and sucked on him as hard as she could.

  Jake arched further backwards, his eyes still closed, marveling as always at how hard she could suck. She’d never failed to drive him crazy, to bring him to the finish line, no matter how drunk he was or how long it took. Just as he thought he might get there early she opened her mouth and released him, sitting back on her knees, and looked at him.

  He opened his eyes, groggy from retreating into ecstasy, “Fuck...why’d ya stop?”

  “Want more?” she had such an innocent smile.

  “Well of course I want more you stupid bitch. What’s the problem?”

  “No problem,” she said, smiling, and leaned back over, taking him into her mouth once more.

  He groaned loudly and spread his legs further apart, his breathing heavy, his stomach tensed. This was a game they’d played hundreds, maybe even thousands of times before. When they weren’t in the mood for immediate heavy slamming they’d teased and taunted, holding out as long as they could, usually until one of them was begging for the other to finish the game.

  She remembered one time when they’d taken it to the extreme, playing off and on throughout a period of a few days, bringing each other excruciatingly close to orgasm each time but stopping just as their partner was thrilling in oh so familiar pre-orgasmic waves. They’d been sitting in the audience at the Grammys and Jake was scheduled to present about twenty minutes later. Suddenly she’d grabbed his arm.

  “Now,” she said as he turned to look at her.

  “Now what?” he’d asked and she’d smiled.

  That knowing look had crossed his face and he’d smiled devilishly in disbelief, his eyebrows arched.

  “We can’t now,” he’d whispered,” laughing. “I gotta present soon and get backstage.”

  “Fuck me backstage,” she’d gasped, leaning into his neck and grabbing between his legs.

  “Jesus...” he’d attempted to move her hand but she held fast.

  By now the people around them had turned their heads, smiling. Jake was well known for bizarre, eccentric behavior but screwing in the audience on live television would have been a first. One of those sitting in close proximity was Tommy Lane of Battered Boys, well known for bizarre behavior himself.

  As she’d looked intently into Jake’s smiling face Amanda had heard Tommy say to his wife, his English accent particularly pronounced in his amazement, “Christ, why don’t you do shit like this?!”

  People surrounding them had snickered and Jake stood suddenly, grabbing her hand and pulling her up out of her seat. With her in tow, he’d maneuvered their way through the audience, accidentally bumping Tommy’s leg as they squeezed past.

  “Excuse us,” he’d murmured and Tommy had smiled, “I bet...Lucky asshole...”

  Just as they’d gotten backstage a short fat balding guy with glasses had rushed towards them, speaking into his headset.

  “Oh, we were just about to send someone for you to get you to the other side backstage. You’re on after just a few more presenters.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” Jake had mumbled, “Where’s the bathroom?”

  The guy gave directions and Jake and Amanda were off in a run, hand in hand, laughing until they got there. Jake literally slammed against the door as he turned the knob and then looked at her in surprise. The door was locked.

  “Just a minute. I’m in here,” a woman’s voice came from inside.

  Amanda and Jake collapsed against the wall, still laughing and then Jake lifted her up off her feet, holding her so she looked down at him. She’d always loved it when he picked her up like that. It made her feel like some sort of helpless princess, at least when he did that and they weren’t arguing.

  She looked down and smiled, “That bitch better get outa the bathroom or you’re just gonna have to take me right fuckin’ here.”

  He lowered her down just far enough to kiss him and then, as they got going, back onto the ground. By the time the woman came out of the bathroom they were into some major groping. His hands were up her dress and she was working him inside his pants.

  “OK, bathroom’s free...Shit, why didn’t you yell it was urgent?” the woman laughed and stepped aside as they rushed in.
r />   “Our luck she’s from National Enquirer,” Jake smiled as he kicked the door shut behind him. By the time he moved the few feet across the small bathroom to get to her she already had her silver dress hiked up to her waist, her matching G-string in hand.

  “Hurry Jake,” she begged as he shoved his leather pants to his knees.

  And then he was on her, in her as she moaned, kissing her deeply and thrusting so hard she thought her back would break. She was leaning against the sink and bracing herself with her hands on its sides as he did her. My God, she remembered thinking, it’s never felt this good with him before. They’d played and held off for so long that every moment of abstinence had been sheer agony. Within minutes she felt the familiar beginnings of orgasm and it arrived in a tidal wave of passion and desire, almost crumbling her at his feet. She probably would have fallen if his hands hadn’t been gripping her hips so tightly.

  Her voice was guttural as she moaned, “My fucking God, I’m cumming Jake,” and he’d kissed her harder, wrapped his hands in her hair, groaning over and over again, “Me too...Me too.”

  When it was over he reached down and unrolled a wad of toilet paper, handing it to her as he stuck his dick in the sink to wash off. His cum was dripping slowly down her legs and suddenly she felt remarkably turned on again at the realization.

  She stroked her thigh slowly to gather some in her fingers and she’d brought them to her lips, licking as she’d whispered, “You taste so good Jake. I want you again.”

  He’d turned his head, literally turning white watching her. This can’t be fuckin’ happening, he thought. I’m on stage in something like five minutes. But it was too late. The sight of her eating his load was too much for him and his dick, still in his hands under the running water, turned hard once again.

  “Fuck...” was all he could manage to whisper as he pulled her over a few feet and sat on the toilet lid, pulling her straddled on top of him. “Ride me baby; I’m in real deep,” and they played bucking bronco once more.

  Jake had barely made it to the stage in time and he was still disheveled and slightly flushed as he spoke, “Hey, almost didn’t make it here to do this for you guys. You wouldn’t believe what I was just doing backstage.”

  As the audience broke into laughter and a few whoops and howls, Tommy yelled from his seat up front, “Yeah, I would. Wish my wife was as spontaneous!” This time his wife belted him across the head.

  Remembering the Grammys made Amanda even more horny and she worked on Jake with added fervor. No longer resting on his elbows, he’d lain down flat on his back to relax and enjoy her gift. He was quiet now for the most part, in deep concentration except for intermittent moans and gasps for breath. The only other sounds in the room were Amanda’s own heavy breathing and the wet, slippery suction of oral sex.

  Amanda was in heaven. Pleasing Jake had become her specialty and it was almost unreal to her that finally, her prayers had been answered and she was on him once more. His dick was hot and glistening with saliva, slippery and throbbing in her mouth and hands. As she rolled her tongue lovingly over the head on her way back down as she sucked him all she could think of was how much she wanted him inside of her, how much she wanted to give it all.

  Jake’s moans became more frequent and he lifted his hand, running his fingers roughly through her hair and then, as she lightly bit on his shaft working her way up and nibbling gently on the head, Jake almost lost it, grasping her shoulders with both hands.

  “Suck it hard baby. Fuckin’ make me cum.”

  She stopped, looking at him for a moment. She’d never wanted him more in her entire life. He’d raised himself halfway up, leaning on one arm, and was looking at her. His eyes were dreamy. His face was flushed and his neck and chest glistened with sweat. His breathing was labored and she knew if she laid her head on his chest at that instant she’d hear the powerful beating of his heart. They stared at each other for a moment, speechless. There really wasn’t anything to say. They’d been down this road many times before and in different ways, both were surprised, if not amazed, they were down it again. Amanda reached towards him, brushed her hand lightly along his cheek, his neck, his shoulder. Then she sat back, leaned over and took him home.

  Jake came with such ferocity, ramming into her mouth with such force that she gripped his thighs tightly to steady herself.

  “Oh yeah...Oh fuckin’ Jesus yeah!” he screamed and moaned over and over again, his voice deep and raspy and then finally, breathless with one last thrust.

  He came and came and came forever, grasping her hair at the back of her head as she expertly maneuvered to keep him in her mouth, to keep him placed far back in her throat. Her eyes closed tightly, she swallowed his load, letting each new wave flow deliciously downwards as she drank eagerly, basking in the comfort of its sticky-salty warmth. When it was over and Jake lay still, fallen backwards on the bed in exhaustion, she slid her lips back down slowly, sucking hard, and then back upwards to clean him off.

  Licking at remaining droplets, she heard him moan, laughing softly, “Good to the last drop.”

  She looked at him. He was smiling, flushed and wiping sweat from his face. My God, he looks so good, she thought; good enough to eat all over again. She had the sudden urge to crawl on top of him, yank the elastic out of his ponytail and roll him on top of her, to beg him to put it in and slam her fucking brains out. Some sense of rationality remained and, knowing that would hurt, she played it cool instead, simply crawling slowly on her hands and knees to lie beside him.

  He was lying propped up on his right elbow, his head leaning on his hand, and she stretched out right before him, afraid he’d balk at her closeness but doing it anyway. He simply looked at her intently and smiled. His seductive green eyes were full of memories and he stared at her thoughtfully, delving into her soul. For a moment he looked as if he was about to say something but then, changing his mind, he let his eyes wander, down from her face, over her neck and breasts and slowly along her body.

  Amanda realized she’d been holding her breath, afraid, but despite her fear she raised her hand tentatively towards his face. He looked back up at her questioningly, hesitantly, but she continued and gently caressed his cheek. He closed his eyes for a moment and re-opened them, lifting his hand. When Amanda gasped, thinking he was about to push her hand away, he smirked innocently and gently brought his fingers to her face, slowly outlining her lips.

  “Feelin’ better now?” he asked softly.

  “I should be askin’ you that,” she smiled.

  His eyes, alight with passion, said it all and suddenly she leaned forward, pressing her face against his cheek, his neck. She grabbed his shoulders and instinctively he put his arm around her, caressing her back gently and then raised his hand to massage her neck.

  “I wanna be with you Jake,” she whispered. “I wanna give it all to you.”

  “Oh yeah?” he murmured, laughing.

  Then as she gently kissed his shoulder he grabbed her by the hair, arching her head backwards and leaned into her face, his lips brushing hers as he spoke.

  “Well maybe if you hadn’t been such a bad girl I could be giving you a nice big present right about now.”

  “Give it to me anyway,” she pleaded, her head still firmly in his grasp, his face still pressed against hers.

  Staring into his eyes, so deep and dark and turbulent, she lifted her hands and gently ran her fingers over his goatee. She wanted his mouth on her, his lips, his tongue, and she moaned in agony. Being so close was torture; Being so intimate yet incomplete was living hell. Her pussy throbbed, burning with desire, and the wetness there was no longer only blood.

  His eyes remained fixed on hers, his expression fervent, and all she could do was moan over and over again, “Please Jake... please... please...please.”

  Her heart thudding, Amanda lowered her hands, running them familiarly down his chest, pausing briefly at his nipples, then continuing downwards to press smoothly along his stomach and then be
low, to in between his legs. Jake began to speak, to lift his arms to stop her, but hesitated and merely lowered his eyes. Breathless, she sat up to sit spread eagle before him. As he looked at her in amazement, she arched backwards, pulling him on top of her, and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Then finally, as her hands were upon him, moving to place him, he grabbed her wrists firmly and held them down at her sides on the bed.

  “No,” his voice was low and raspy as he shook his head.

  And then Amanda was crying even as she moved her legs, placing them on his shoulders, something she thought he couldn’t resist. But Jake released her wrists, sat back on his knees, grasped her ankles and pulled her legs down. His face was sullen, so serious and his eyes so intense she couldn’t even begin to read his thoughts. But he was hard, excited, and at least physically, he wanted her.

  Still lying spread eagle before him, her legs at his sides as he kneeled, she pleaded, tears now running down her face, “God Jake, why are you doing this? Please, just one more time. Just one more time.”

  He looked at her intently, his voice soft as he spoke, “I’ll hurt you. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

  Amanda gasped. Jake was a paradox. Dark, mysterious, troubled, and sometimes, incredibly evil, yet, she’d never known anyone as gentle, passionate and kind. An explosive, elusive icon in the rock world, Jake shape-shifted between extremes, often entangled in the middle but hardly ever on even ground.

  Dr. Drew and many other of Amanda’s interviewers had pointed out to her the similarity between Jake and the big cats, the lions and tigers that she performed with. Sweet, gentle, loving, deceivingly tame but unpredictable, capable of turning in a heartbeat and slashing you to smithereens. Breathtakingly gorgeous and erotic but sinfully deadly, just like Jake.

  “Baby I want you,” Amanda pleaded.

  Jake looked at her incredulously as she sat up to kneel before him, straddling him as he kneeled and placing her legs over top of his so her pussy was poised, wet, just above his cock. She met his gaze and then grabbed at him, easing the elastic out of his ponytail, running her hands through his long, silky hair as she freed it, gently moving his bangs, now loosened, that had fallen into his eyes and caressing his face, his neck, his shoulders as she leaned forward into him. Then, as she lowered her body over his lap, maneuvering to place him once more, he quickly grasped her hips and held her, stopping her again even as she sensuously licked his lips, teasing him with her tongue.