Page 46 of Saving the Rockstar

We stumbled backwards, unwilling to break apart even for a moment. The back of my legs hit the bed and we tumbled onto it in a tangle of limbs. Jared braced himself above me, his weight a delicious pressure.

"Is this okay?" he asked, searching my face.

I nodded fervently. "More than okay. I want this. I wantyou."

A groan rumbled in his chest as he captured my lips again. His kisses trailed along my jaw, down my neck, igniting fires wherever they landed. I arched into him, desperate for more contact.

We took our time undressing each other, hands roaming newly exposed skin with wonder and hunger. Each touch felt electric, sending shivers cascading through my body. He lavished attention on every inch of me, as if committing my form to memory.

When we were finally stark naked before each other, we paused, drinking in the sight. Jared's eyes raked over me, darkened with desire but soft with something deeper.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, trailing his fingers down my chest.

I flushed under his scrutiny, but didn't look away. "So are you."

We came together again, skin on skin, and I gasped at the sensation. Jared's fingers and mouth seemed to be everywhere at once; my neck, my chest, my dick, and then my hole. He was mapping my body with reverent exploration. I gave as good as I got, determined to learn every plane and angle of him.

When he finally pushed his cock into me, it felt like coming home. Like finding a piece of myself I never knew was missing. We moved together in perfect rhythm, lost in the push and pull of our animalistic passion.

I clung to Jared's sweaty body, overwhelmed by the girth of his dick. He was drilling into me with an addictive rhythm.Every nerve ending in my body felt alive, sparking with pleasure. His handsome face was a study in ecstasy, his brow furrowed in concentration as he kept pushing his cock deeper.

"Jared," I gasped out. "I'm close, I-"

"Me too," he panted. "Together. Let go, Ash. I've got you."

With a few more well-angled deep thrusts of his strong hips, I tumbled over the edge, Jared's name a cry on my lips. He followed right after, burying his face in my neck as he shuddered through his release. I felt his seed shoot deep inside me, his lips laying synchronized kisses on my neck.

We lay tangled together afterwards, catching our breath as his cock shriveled inside me. I felt boneless, utterly sated. He gathered me close, arranging us so my head rested on his chest. I could hear the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath my ear.

"That was..." I trailed off, unable to find words adequate to describe what we'd just shared.

"Yeah," he agreed, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

I traced idle patterns on his muscled pecs, marveling at how perfectly we fit together. It was as if we'd been designed as two halves of a whole, finally united.

"I can't believe you're really here," I murmured. “That a part of you is inside me.”

His arms tightened around me. "Nowhere else I'd rather be."

We lapsed into comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow. The world outside our little bubble ceased to exist. All that mattered was this - Jared's warmth surrounding me, our hearts beating in tandem, the knowledge that everything had changed.

As my eyelids grew heavy, I tilted my head up for one more languid kiss. Jared obliged, his lips moving against mine with infinite tenderness.

"Stay," I whispered when we parted.

"Wild horses couldn't drag me away," he promised.

When we woke up early afternoon, we parted ways. The hotel's lunch buffet was a welcome reprieve from the whirlwind of emotions that had consumed me since last night. As I loaded my plate with an assortment of pastries and fruit, I couldn't help but feel a giddy lightness in my step, a sense that everything had somehow shifted into place.

But as I turned to find a table, I was confronted with the sight of Dylan, his eyes narrowed in suspicion as he looked me up and down.

"Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Look who finally decided to grace us with his presence. And with a smile on his face, no less. What's got you in such a good mood, Ash?"

I felt my cheeks flush, my heart skipping a beat at the knowing glint in his eye. "I don't know what you're talking about," I mumbled, trying to brush past him. "I'm just happy, that's all."

But Dylan wasn't having it. He stepped in front of me, blocking my path, his lips curled in a smirk. "Could it be because you finally got laid last night? And not just by anyone, but by a certain tall, dark, and brooding bodyguard?"

I gasped, my eyes widening in shock. "How did you... I mean, what makes you think...?"

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