Chapter 17 – Mr. Rock Star
Bella gave the taxi driver an extra tip on top of what Garrett had already paid. She was feeling slightly ashamed of her behaviour in the back of the cab and wanted to apologise somehow. From the moment they fell into the backseat of the car, her and Garrett had been all over each other like a pair of horny teenagers at a make-out spot. Her chin was already starting to feel a little sore from the friction of kissing his stubbly face. She didn't care though – she felt drunk on lust. Or tequila. Or both.
When he'd propositioned her in the bar Bella had been hesitant at first. She'd literally only known the guy for five minutes, and going home with a total stranger was never a wise idea. But as she'd seen the hunger in his dark eyes, she was overcome with a wave of recklessness, which had turned her on even more than the way Garrett had been stroking her neck as he waited for her to accept his offer.
Alice's face had been crestfallen when Bella told her she wanted to go home. It was only when Alice realised her friend had no intention of making her leave the bar as well that she calmed down. Apparently, things had been going really well with Jasper. Alice made Bella promise to call her if she needed anything ("What, like condoms?" quipped Bella) and the girls had wished each other good luck with their respective band members. "Does this make us groupies?" giggled Alice. "I always wanted to say I'm 'with the band.'"
Now she was fumbling for her apartment keys as Garrett stood behind her, passionately kissing the back of her neck, his hands wandering up her top to grope at her breasts. "Easy tiger," laughed Bella, leaning back into him. "I'll never find my keys if you keep distracting me like this."
"I don't mind," Garrett whispered into her ear, sending shivers down Bella's spine. "I'd quite happily fuck you right here in the hallway."
"Hmmm, I don't think my neighbours would be too happy about that. Not to mention the fact we'd be making a free CCTV sex tape for the security guard." She turned around to kiss Garrett full on the lips, letting her own hands rub the taut chest muscles beneath his black t-shirt. Bella had to admit she was sorely tempted by his offer. She wasn't sure she had the patience to waste precious seconds trying to find her keys. But a little voice in the back of her mind was telling her it would be a travesty to have her first post-Mike orgasm with a guy in a shabby hallway of an apartment building. So she pulled away from the kiss and pulled out her keychain.
In their haste to get inside, the couple fell in the doorway and almost tripped over a big package on the floor. "Whoa! Great place to leave a box, Bella," joked Garrett, sliding his arms around her to steady them and copping a sneaky feel of her butt in the process.
"That's weird. I didn't leave it there. It must have been delivered while I was out. My next door neighbor has a spare key for emergencies." She reluctantly stepped out of Garrett's embrace and knelt down to inspect the parcel. There was no address, just her name. Must have been hand-delivered, she thought.
"Well, aren't you going to open it?" asked Garrett, crouching down next to Bella and resting his hand on her knee.
"I'm kind of busy right now, in case you hadn't noticed," she flirted.
"Come on, open it. Otherwise the curiosity is going to kill us. We could be having the most epic make-out session ever, but all we'll be thinking is, 'I wonder what's in that box?'" Bella laughed and set to work opening the package.
Inside was a pink box, similar to the one Rosalie had delivered the handcuffs in the other day. A note was taped to the lid. Bella sighed. Another 'gift' from Rose. She opened the note and read:
My darling Bella, Alice tells me you are playing at rock chick tonight. Hope this will help you fit the role! Please call me! Rose XOXO
Bella set the note to one side and nervously opened the box. All she could see was a mass of black leather. She pulled out the item on top and held it up, trying to figure out what it was. As realisation dawned, she was glad of the Dutch courage the tequila had given her. It was a PVC corset with a nipped-in waist and silver studs down the front.
"What the…?" gasped Garrett, his eyes on stalks.
"It's from my friend, Rosalie. I think it's supposed to be some kind of joke."
"Wow… some friend! Hey, there's something else in there…" Bella looked down. There was indeed something else – a pair of black leather thigh boots with spiked heels. She could hear Garrett swallow hard.
"Bella," he breathed. "Put them on."
oOo
He didn't need to ask her twice. She relegated him to the living room while she got changed in her bedroom. Her heart was beating so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest – through nerves or excitement, she couldn't tell. Bella stripped off her clothes as quickly as she could, until she was wearing nothing but a black thong. She wrapped the new basque around herself, struggling to fix the clasps at the back in her hurry. Once on, she sat down on the edge of her bed and slid on the thigh-high boots. The leather was buttery soft and felt so sexy against the bare skin of her legs.
Bella stood up and walked over to her full-length mirror to see her new 'look', almost tripping on the sky-high heels. She regained her balance, composed herself and admired her reflection. The corset had created the hourglass figure she would never have, hugging in a tiny waist and pushing her breasts up into a voluptuous cleavage. The boots accentuated her long, slim legs, and the black thong showed off her pert little butt to perfection. Damn, she looked hot! Pleased with herself, and begrudgingly thankful to Rosalie, she tottered out of the bedroom to show Garrett, desperate to see the look on his face when he set eyes on her.
He didn't disappoint. "Holy. Fuck."
Bella smiled to herself as she saw his jaw drop.
Garrett jumped up off the sofa with lightning speed and scooped Bella into his arms, his lips devouring hers, his hands hungrily exploring her curves. She felt her body go limp, surrendering itself to his touch. They stumbled their way back into Bella's bedroom, barely letting an inch of space between them as they moved. Somewhere along the short walk from the living room to the bedroom, Garrett managed to lose his t-shirt and jeans, revealing a chest and arms covered in tattoos.
He threw Bella back onto the bed and crawled on top of her, burying his face in her cleavage. For the second time that evening, she felt her nipples harden at the feel of his facial hair on the sensitive skin of her chest. She tangled her fingers in Garrett's long hair and held on tightly as spasms of lust coursed through her body. He traced the new shape of her body, in at the waist then out over her slender hips, where he gripped the black fabric of her thong with both hands and ripped it off her body, letting out a groan of excitement as he did so. Bella gasped. Lying there in nothing but a leather basque and boots, she'd never felt more sexy in her entire life.
Garrett pushed himself up from the bed to take in the view. "Oh my god, woman. You are so… fucking… hot," he growled, stroking her inner thighs teasingly. Bella thought she might self-combust. Garrett bent down to kiss her again – although he was nowhere near her face this time – when suddenly he stopped. "Bella, is that a pair of… handcuffs?"
She followed the direction of his gaze to see the 'gift' Rosalie had sent her the other day. She'd dumped them on her dresser after the photo shoot and forgotten all about it. Could Rosalie be about to redeem herself twice in one day? "Um, yeah," said Bella. "Another 'joke' gift from my friend."
"I really need to meet this friend and thank her," leered Garrett, getting up from the bed to pick up the cuffs. Bella pushed herself up on her elbows and felt a pang of doubt. "Garrett, I'm not sure I want to be cuffed. I haven't done anything like that before…"
Garrett sat back down on the bed next to her and stroked her face. "Don't worry, beautiful. I want you to cuff me." He raised an eyebrow and dangled the handcuffs in front of her. "Make me your prisoner, Bella."
She breathed a sigh of relief. This was okay. In fact, this was better than okay. She snatched the cuffs from Garrett and pushed him back on the bed forcefully, snapping one metal ring around his wrist, looping it around the bars of the bedhead, before cuffing his other hand. "Well, now it's time for your strip search," she grinned, slipping her fingers under the waistband of his underwear and sliding them down, with an appreciative glance at the contents they revealed.
Starting to enjoy her new role, Bella threw one booted leg over his body and pulled herself up so she was sitting astride his waist. She let her fingernails gently rake the length of his torso, causing him to cry out and writhe in pleasure underneath her. Leaning down to kiss him, Bella shimmied the lower half of her body down until she could feel the heat of his hardness between her legs. Teasingly, she moved her hips to lightly brush her wetness along his length, relishing the feeling of control. He groaned into her mouth as they kissed, thrusting his own hips to press himself harder against her. Bella pulled away. "Not yet," she whispered into Garrett's neck. She was planning to take her time and savour every thrilling second.
She let her kisses trail down his neck and over his chest, pausing to flicker her tongue around his pierced nipple. The cold metal of his piercing felt tantalising in her hot mouth. She moved her lips further down his body until she reached his waist. She raised her head to look up at Garrett with a wicked smile on her face, taunting him with her hesitation. "Please, woman, don't stop," he begged.
Bella grinned and gripped Garrett's throbbing erection in her hand, lowering her head and extending her tongue to trace a wet circle around the tip. A low, guttural sound escaped Garrett's lips, as she slowly took him in her mouth, inch by inch…
BUZZZZZZZZZZZ.
What the hell? thought Bella, as she heard the buzzer on her apartment door. Who the fuck is here at this time of night? She decided to ignore it and returned to the task in hand.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZ.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZ.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZ.
"Um, Bella…" said Garrett, his voice low and husky. "I think there's someone at the door."
Bella let Garrett fall out of her mouth to reply. "It's probably just kids or drunks. Ignore it."
BUZZZZZZZZZZZ.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZ.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZ.
"That's kind of hard to ignore," said Garrett. "Maybe you should just go see who it is. At least to tell them to fuck off."
Bella sighed in frustration and sat up. "Ugh, okay. Give me a second, I'll be right back." She started to get up from the bed.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
A/N: Who could be at the door? Let me know what you think! Reviews will get teasers for the next chapter.
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