Four: Worth It

"You really don't know how to have fun, do you?" Chris remarked, no malice in his tone and groaned when she called him Rockstar again. "Just stay the night with me and go to class in the morning. What's wrong with that? I'll have your car brought to the hotel, so you can even drive yourself to school." Hell, there were times Chris didn't sleep at all after a show and his adrenaline was pumping through his veins. "I promise, you won't miss your class if you stay with me, baby. Maria is already staying with my, so you should follow her lead."

"So, question, do you usually have to work for sex like this? Because you don't seem to take hearing no very well." Samantha was trying to be serious but it was hard. "I have a boyfriend, I'm not staying the night with you." Her aching downstairs twinged in protest, she'd bet these panties were ruined. "I brought a cab." She whispered when he moved closer again, wondering if she was out of her mind. And Maria, Maria was definitely out of her mind.

"I don't get told no, even if women are in relationships or marriages. When I want a woman, I usually get her and for some reason, you're fighting what you want. I can see it in your eyes, baby. I know you want me… hell, your panties are drenched from all the making out we've done already."

"Shut up." He wasn't wrong but that wasn't the point.

He backed off from her, pouring himself another glass of whiskey and unzipped himself right there in front of her, beginning to jack off. If she wasn't helping him get off, he would have to use his hand and it wasn't the first or last time he'd do it either. Chris had absolutely zero shame.

Samantha's jaw was in her lap. He was sitting on the other end of the couch, and her eyes were glued, unable to look away even though she probably should. She had all these reasons why she shouldn't but he wasn't wrong she did want him, probably because this was new, and exciting, and he was gorgeous, and he could kiss, and he touched her like she had never been touched before and she had to stop her rambling, mental dialogue.

He wasn't stroking fast, doing it deliberately and methodically slow, a smirk curving his lips while sipping his whiskey. Chris could feel her eyes devouring him, watching as his hand moved up and down his shaft, his thumb stroking his tip just to add a little extra sensation. "Goddamn my hand feels good, but I bet you would feel even better, Sammy." He growled huskily, blue eyes darkened and smoldered over, crooking his finger at her. "Come here. I want you to feel how hard you've made me tonight." There was more than one way to skin a cat.

Almost against her will, Sam found herself sliding down the couch towards him. She had wanted to break the routine of her life, she had definitely done that. Biting on her bottom lip, she considered it. It wasn't exactly like she would have to see him again. And no one really needed to know. And was she really going to marry Paul without knowing what at least one other guy was like? And a rockstar to boot? He was guiding her hand and she inhaled raggedly, watching as her hand replaced his, her fingers wrapping around him, taking over and her eyes moved to his.

"Mmm that feels good, Sammy, don't stop." Chris hissed out, folding his hands behind his head and kept his eyes locked with her, enjoying the feeling of her hand jacking him off. Then, she became even bolder and lowered her mouth to take over her hand, his eyes nearly rolling in the back of his head. "Oh fuck…" He growled, entwining his fingers in her hair and could tell this wasn't the first dick she had sucked. Hell, she had a boyfriend, but she acted like such a virgin.

Not a virgin, she had told him when he had asked that. Just one guy, who was really, really, really basic and kind of bland, if she were honest. Talking about sex with the guy you had been with since high school, who you lost mutual V-Cards to, shoudn't have been awkward, right? Well, it was. But, like all men, he liked blow jobs, he just didn't like returning the favor.

"Chris, we're here. If you want to head up, I can lock the bus." The driver had left awhile ago.

"We're good here, Bill. I'll lock it up myself, thanks." Chris grinned at the man, who was shielding his eyes with his hand and heard the bus doors close once more, surprised this innocent flower hadn't stopped at the sound of Bill's voice. He figured she would've, but instead, she kept sucking and pumping away, driving him closer to his end. "When you're done tasting me, I WILL be tasting you." He promised, making it clear she wasn't going anywhere since she decided to continue this little dance they were in.

"Mmmhmmm," She hummed around him, figuring once he popped his top, he'd be ready to call it a night. Pulling off of him with one last lick, Sam shoved hair out of her face and inhaled, taking a quick breath. "Sorry." She apologized, moving so she was kneeling on the floor of the bus. Much better. She had been a bit concerned with breaking something with her heavy ass boots, and they had been uncomfortable with her prior position. A second later, she was back at it, feeling his hand on the back of her head again.

This was a much better position as Chris leaned his head back against the couch, groaning louder the faster she pumped him in and out of her mouth. Smirking, he gripped her hair and thrust in her mouth, not hard, but enough to where the tip of his cock met the back of her throat. She was deep-throating him and it made his eyes nearly roll in the back of his head. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Samantha…" And it was going to be a shit load of cum in her mouth, unless she pulled back and let the mess go on the floor.

Sam was expecting a few quick spurts of salty semen, not the fucking torrent he unleashed in her mouth and she found quickly that she just could not swallow as fast as she needed too. That led to her hands coming up to brush it the hell off of her chin, unable to really move her head because he was holding her right there in place as he emptied himself down her throat. When he finally finished, she ducked her head, trying not to cough as she used her jacket to wipe saliva and sperm off her mouth and chin. "Jesus…"

Oops. Chris hadn't thought he would cum that much, but damned if this woman didn't know how to give head. His breathing was heavy as he leaned his head back against the couch, trying to calm his heart rate down. "Damn." He grunted, looking at the mess she'd made and smirked, not blaming her a bit. "I did warn you. Take that off and I'll get you some new clothes." A t-shirt of his would look like a dress on her.

Take off her dress… Sam looked down and groaned. She had missed some spots and this was black, when that dried, ew, she was going to have to wash this dress ASAP. Hesitantly, she set her jacket down before grabbing the hem of the dress, peeling it up and over her head. Black bra, black cotton panties and her socks and boots. She held the dress against herself, red again. Chris was up and moving, and he hadn't bothered tucking himself away, that was an interesting visual. When he gestured her to follow him to the back of the bus, she did, following him through curtains. "Wow."

Chris let out a low whistle at how delicious she looked in just bra and panties with the boots, his tongue sliding out to wet his lips. Hungry, he was hungry and had made her a promise, hadn't he? Yes, he had. Growling softly, he didn't bother getting a t-shirt and instead captured her mouth with his, tasting himself on her tongue, and guided her down on the bed. He pulled back enough to hook his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs, watching those thighs spread apart for him. "No more fighting me, huh? We won't have sex tonight, but I am tasting you the same way you tasted me." Slowly, his mouth worked its way from one inner thigh to the other, sliding his tongue along the crease where her legs met her hips and enjoyed her trembling, writhing.

We won't have sex tonight, like there would ever be another opportunity for it to roll around. This in itself was a once in a lifetime thing, even Sam knew that, but she was quite all right with this. She was neatly groomed and trimmed. Paul didn't like a completely naked vag, said it reminded him of a kid and he wasn't a pedo so… "Holy fuck!" Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched as the fricking rock star buried himself in her nethers.

Unless she wanted to be fucked, which Chris had no problems with that, but they would sort that out. The way she cried out sent shivers down his spine and she was completely drenched. Her essence dripped down his chin as his tongue drove in and out of her body like a madman possessed, getting drunk on her. Her moans resonated around the bus, which was sweet music to his ears and Chris didn't stop until he'd drank every last drop of her.

Pulling back, he kissed his way up the length of her body before letting her taste herself on his tongue, his cock hard again and probing her entrance. "If you want me to stop, now would be the time to say something, Sammy or I'm gonna fuck you right here, right now."

Sam was a little dazed. That had been, so far, in the top five most awesome moments of her life. And then he had kissed her, with tongue, and she wasn't sure what to make of that. Was that her on his lips? Sam stared up into his face, feeling him against her, and responded by grabbing the back of his head, pulling him back down for another kiss, shifting until she felt him slide inside of her just a bit. In for a penny, in for a pound. With one fluid motion, he was sheathed inside of her completely and just a momentary twinge of guilt coursed through her though it didn't last long. Nobody would believe her if she were inclined to talk about this, so it didn't count, right?

"No, not this position." Chris pulled out of her and stood up, guiding her to where she was on her hands and knees with her beautiful ass staring him in the face. He looked at her booted feet, smiling slightly. Gripping her hips, he slowly slid his cock deep inside of her, taking in the pleasure of feeling her quiver, her walls encasing around him. "Oh yeah…" He groaned out in satisfaction, pulling back to where only the tip was left inside before thrusting inside of her. "Goddamn, so tight and hot… fuck!"

Oh this was new and Samantha let her body take over, it knew exactly what to do. She could feel every inch of him, and he was brushing, hitting, spots she hadn't known she possessed. "Oh God, Chris…. this feels so good!" She rocked back to meet his thrusts, letting out a half-laugh, half-shriek of surprise when he slapped her ass. That was also new, and it both burnt in the spot his palm had connected and felt good. She was missing out.

"It's supposed to." Chris remarked, smacking her other cheek and palmed both in his hands before doing it again, enjoying how her pale skin turned crimson red. He slid his tongue up the length of her spine, hitting her bra strap and unsnapped it. The material fell from her body to land on the bed beneath her as Chris buried his hand in her hair, yanking on those ebony locks.

Now that she wasn't sure about, her head automatically going backwards with the pull to minimize the pain.

His hands glided up her body to grab her breasts, tweaking and rolling her nipples with his thumb and forefingers, before one of those hands dropped to her nethers and began fondling her bundle of nerves. All the while his mouth suckled on her neck, the sounds of flesh smacking flesh echoing around them and worked her body into a complete frenzy.

Everything in her was humming, this was definitely the best sex in her very deprived, boring life. She was a bit surprised when the electricity coursing through her suddenly tightened into something she couldn't describe and then exploded, feeling her own body centering in on his and clamping down hard enough to make her worry and him curse.

It was a powerful climax and, judging by her reaction, it was probably the first one she'd ever experienced. The intensity part of it, anyway. Chris rode out her first orgasm, holding himself back and showing how much control he had, knowing she had one, maybe even two, more inside of her to give him. Her body was sensitive from the first, it wouldn't take long and he never stopped stroking her in either area.

"Give it to me again." He ordered in her ear, nipping her lobe and could feel her shuddering against him. "Come on, baby, you got more than one inside that beautiful body of yours and I want it. Cum for me again." Pushing her back down on all fours, he lifted his leg to plant his foot on the bed and increased the pace of his thrusts, driving her over that edge again, slapping her backside. "NOW!"

Cumming on command, she didn't think that was possible but it was. By the time Chris was through with her, Samantha didn't think she had any fluids left and felt a desperate need for Gatorade. Chris also weighed a ton, his ass had collapsed on top of hers, and she managed to turn her head to the side, inhaling deeply. Every inch of her was relaxed on top of sort of achy. Worth it.

"Mmm…" Chris was thoroughly satisfied, all the right muscles in his body worked out and kissed the back of her neck and shoulders, both coming down from their sexual high. This would not be the first time they had sex; Chris just had a feeling Samantha was about to become a huge part of his life. "Time for a shower." He pulled her up over his shoulder, hearing her squeal out and removed her boots and socks in the process since they hadn't gotten there yet. A shower, some sleep and then he'd send her on her way, so she wasn't late for class.