Page 68 of The Librarian and the Rock Star

“Come for me gorgeous. Come all over my cock.” He humped directly against my clit even harder, and I felt my entire nervous system turn inside out as I screamed against his lips, liquid fire flowing through me as I spasmed while the orgasm ripped through me.

When I caught my breath, I also caught the strangest look in his eye, and somehow knew what he wanted to hear.

“Please, baby, please…” I heard myself begging, my brain completely gone. “Deep inside me. I need you to fill me up. I’m so empty without your hot cum in my tight little pussy…” I continued babbling the filthiest things I could think of, as his pounding sped up. I could feel that he was close, then he suddenly tensed up. “Jack, fill me. Jack, please…”

He came with a roar, and I felt my twitching tunnel flooded with his hot, thick juice. The feeling was unbelievably satisfying. Primal and perfect. It was stunning to me that his orgasm felt almost as good to me as my own.

His grinding against me didn’t stop, and I couldn’t believe I felt the pulsing inside me building up again. He watched my eyes as he rocked against me, still thrusting inside, sliding his skin against my bundle of nerves. My internal walls were still spasming, clutching, and another round of explosions was just a few seconds away.

“Keira,” he breathed, holding his forehead against mine, studying the way my little moans were building again. “Let it out.” The way he was controlling my body while I submit completely was so strange but felt perfectly genuine.

“Harder,” I moaned, and he pressed into me as I began to twitch.

Still looking directly into my eyes, he growled in his smoky voice, “Say my name when you come for me, sweetness.”

I’ve never wanted to obey someone so much in my life. “Oh... oh Jack... yes...” The burning pulses flashed through me as I shook hard, screaming, “Jack... Jack...” against his lips.

We cuddled together, neither one of us wanting to break apart, but finally he rolled away and sat up.

He was staring dreamily into space, running his hand along my hip, lost in his thoughts. For once, I was happy to think of nothing, stroking his lower back, patiently waiting for him to speak.

Jack turned, and took my hands in his. “Keira, baby, you brought me back from a weird dark slump. That helped me to re-energize the band. And you completely caused a social media blitz tonight that made all of our fans know we existed. That concert might be saved because of you.”

I felt myself blushing. “Maybe we’re just a great team.”

Jack’s thumb traveled along my temple, my cheekbone, and my bottom lip. He pulled, very softly until my lips parted for him. Capturing my mouth with his, he wrapped me in his arms, then laid beside me, throwing a sheet over us as I curled into his shoulder.

I fell asleep without worrying, without thinking. Nothing but peace.

– SATURDAY –

40. Wake Up Call

I woke up without a clue where I was and was suddenly terrified. As my mind cleared, I realized that I was in Montreal, in a cute hotel room, with an amazing man who was mercurial, difficult, passionate, and falling in love with me too fast. Not exactly my average Saturday morning. Oh wait, I thought, as I looked over at my phone. How was it two pm already?

Walking into the living room area, I saw pages upon pages of handwritten notes all over the tables and floor. Poetry, lyrics, ideas – I swear I may have seen a pie chart about something.

Jack was pouring a cup of coffee, and held it out to me. “Good morning, sunshine.” I took it and sipped, bleary with the special morning fog of stupidity that many coffee drinkers suffer for the first few minutes of wakefulness. Leaning back in the surprisingly comfortable easy chair, I felt like a lady of leisure, lounging in a charming hotel room after having slept in.

I saw Jack’s phone light up. “Hey,” he said. “Yeah, Thanks Kel.” He turned to me with that sweet boyish grin. “I feel like I’m about to get my marks in high school and find out if I passed. She’s about to send over a list of

media hits for us to see.” He rolled the desk chair over to the chair where I was sitting and opened his laptop so we could both see the screen.

He opened his email. “Kelly said that the biggest music and events website, Montreal Today, listed our show as one of the three best picks for tonight. Over eighty percent of the tickets for tonight are sold.” Turning to me looking positively amazed, he said, “Holy shit. Look at how amazing you are!”

I shook my head. “I really didn’t do anything.”

He shot me a glance that clearly stated he thought I was nuts, then checked the next link. “Here’s an indie music site that bought and gave away twenty tickets to their readers. And another that said they can’t wait to finally see us in a larger venue.”

Grabbing my knee and shaking it, I nearly spilled my coffee, but his enthusiasm was contagious. “That’s great,” I said. “I can’t wait for tonight. Oh – I assume that Kelly can get me a ticket? I didn’t think to ask before.”

“No, there are huge wings at this venue. You guy can sit side stage if you want.”

“What? Why? No, that’s okay.”

He looked confused. “Why not?”

“Side stage is on stage.”

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