Page 65 of Rock Out Together
She pursed her lips. “What?” She sounded exasperated. If she were standing, she’d have her hands on her hips, I knew it.
“I have a girlfriend,” I started, seeing if she would eat the bait. She lifted only an eyebrow. “And she’s the most adorable little book nerd in the world. She likes big books, and she do not lie.” I chuckled.
“Oh, my God, Jake.” She grinned, giving me the side-eye. Her cheeks were bright red with a blush. “So,” she let out a huge breath, “I guess it turns out my boyfriend is a rockstar,” she stated, blowing on her nails before polishing them on her shirt. Her playful confidence was a turn-on, making me want her even more.
“That’s right. And what are you wearing for your rockstar boyfriend?”
With a saucy grin, Emily stood up from her chair and stepped back. My eyes bulged at the beauty before me. She was wearing a white lace lingerie set with delicate flowers stitched into the sheer fabric. She turned, letting me see the sheer thong slip between her lush buttocks. Her curve in the lace was a vision, and I was wholly captivated.
It was so simple. It was so gorgeous. It was so Emily.
“God, baby …” I groaned, letting my towel slide off. I leaned back in my computer chair and gripped my dick, paying homage to her beauty with a long stroke.
She licked her lips, her eyes zeroing in on my hard cock.
“You like that?” I asked, stroking a dollop of pre-cum from the tip.
“Oh yeah,” she purred. She swayed her hips, the lace clinging to her curves like a second skin. “You want a show, rockstar?” Her voice was low, teasing, with a spark of confidence replacing her earlier jitters. Her transformation into a confident seductress was mesmerizing.
“Fuck yes,” I growled, my grip tightening as I watched her fingers trace the edge of her bra, teasing the strap down her shoulder.
Emily smirked, turning slowly, revealing the soft swell of her breasts. “Like this?” she asked, her voice a sultry whisper, eyes locked on mine through the screen.
“Keep going, baby,” I urged, stroking myself harder, my breath coming in ragged bursts, lost in all that was Emily.Her desire mirrored my own, our connection transcending the physical distance between us.
She slid off her bra, tossing it aside, her nipples standing at attention. Her hands roamed lower, fingers dipping beneath the thong’s delicate lace band, teasing it down her thighs. “Is this what you want?” she asked, stepping closer to the camera, her body filling the screen.
“Goddamn, Em,” I groaned, my hand moving faster, heat building. “You’re killing me.”
She giggled, a mix of shy and bold, then leaned forward, giving me a perfect view. “Your turn,” she whispered, biting her lip. “Show me how much you want me.”
I stood, angling the camera, letting her see every inch of my arousal. Her eyes widened, with a hungry glint in them. “Jake,” she breathed, fingers sliding between her thighs, matching my rhythm.
“Together,” I said, voice rough, as we moved in sync, the screen a thin barrier between us. Her moans grew louder, her body trembled, and I knew we were both close. “Come for me, Em.”
With a gasp, she shattered, her head tilting back, lips parted. That was all I needed—my release hit hard, a low groan escaping as I watched her ride out her pleasure. Her vulnerability in that moment was as beautiful as her confidence.
Panting, she grinned, flushed and radiant. Sitting down, she took a sip of wine that’d been sitting out of sight. I would never get tired of her relaxed glow.
I wiped up my mess, pulled on a pair of boxers and satback, just watching the beauty that was Emily Lane glowing after an orgasm. It didn't feel like it had on the beach, but what could you expect over a computer? Nothing would ever be as good as her flesh pressed against mine.
“So … I’m your girlfriend, huh?” She twirled her hair in her hand, her eyes hooded as they met mine.
“I don’t know…” Her eyes bulged, and I grinned with excitement. “My girlfriend is spending her summer break on tour with me. Is that you?”
Her jaw dropped. “Shut the fuck up!”
I bent over laughing, ecstatic at her reaction. Her joy was infectious, and I couldn’t wait to have her by my side.
“Zara!” she screamed as she stood and went to run out of the room, stopping herself just in time to put on a robe. “Zara, I’m going on tour!”
epilogue
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“If Kitty Bennet were alive today, she’d have an OnlyFans.”
~ Emily Lane
