Rocker

Author's Note: The story was inspired by two things. One a friend, smms528, sent me the Kane acoustic concert from London (it's really good music--listen if you get a chance) and Storm Machine , said to me when I said I wanted to enter and didn't have an idea, "Don't you have a fantasy?" This is what came out.


Damian had been watching her all night, the lights and smoke not completely blinding him to her charms. He shouldn't say all night because he hadn't noticed her at first, it had only been as they moved through the sets. She had obviously made her way to the front, wiggling through the crowd and shrugging off the attentions of the guys that came onto her. A red spaghetti top clung to her curves until it tucked into a flouncy black skirt which was skimming the tops of thigh highs that peeked out at him as she twisted to the music. She knew the music, and not just the covers, mouthing the words along with him as he sung. He had grinned and winked at her, enjoying the blush that stained her cheeks as she ducked her head at his attention. Now as they finished up the last set, he lay his guitar aside and made some sort of excuse to his band mates; making his way off stage as she headed towards the back hallway.

She was halfway down the hall when he caught up with her, pressing up against her, both of them already hot from the heat of the club. He trailed a hand down her neck, dragging it across the tops of her breasts. "You've been watching me," he growled in her ear.

She had tensed when he touched her, but at the sound of his voice, she relaxed. "Kinda the point," she replied.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes," she breathed as his hand dipped into her spaghetti top, caressing her breast.

"Want an even better time?"

"What? Here?" she asked as she broke away from him. "Are you nuts?!"

Damian wanted to hit his head against the wall. "Ciara, no one's gonna come back. Not when we just finished a set. Everyone will be grabbing the band members or making a run on the bar." He pressed up against her, letting her feel how hard he was just at the thought. "I want you."

"You always want me."

"Kinda the point," he teased. He edged his hand up under her skirt, dragging it across her curls. "You were expecting something." She arched into him, unable to resist his touch. "Front or back?"

"I wanna see you."

He turned her, lifting her in his steel-strengthened arms, and bracing her against the wall. Ciara wrapped her arms and legs around him, rubbing her body against him. Both groaned at the contact. "Easy, babe, easy," he moaned. "Gimme...a..."

Ciara wiggled an arm down, trusting Damian to hold her, and undid his jeans. Peeling the flaps aside, she caressed him as well as she was able. "I want you inside me," she whispered in the ear that was beside her mouth as he nuzzled her neck.

"Wall?" he groaned back as her fingers hit the perfect spot on his cock.

"Behind me," she responded and he slammed them into it, both of them grunting as his weight crushed her between his body and the wall. "Damian!" she cried.

"Sorry," he apologized, pulling back. "You make me lose control, Ciara."

She reached up, running her fingers through his shoulder length brown hair, and tilted his head so she could kiss him. As her tongue sunk into his mouth, he moved her skirt aside and sunk into her. He knew from experience that she would be wet and ready for him; that her watching him all night would have turned her on and made her almost dripping.

Ciara threw her head back and moaned as he sunk to the hilt, digging her nails into his t-shirt covered shoulders. "Please," she begged as he drew back, only to shove in again.

The sounds of the club faded around them as he focused completely on her. On the way her channel clutched him as he drove himself into her and her nails dug into his muscles as he supported her so they didn't tumble sideways. He knew he couldn't get the perfect angle, but he groaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist and tilted her pelvis to make it even better. "Oh, goddess," he groaned. "You feel so good."

"Faster," she urged him. She shifted slightly and moaned aloud as he brushed across her clit. "Oh, Damian. There. Faster now." He braced them against the wall, driving himself into her as she clung to him and urged him faster and deeper. Her words encouraged him as her nails sunk into his shoulders and her thighs tightened around his waist.

He sucked on her neck as he increased his pace, leaving a mark that he knew would be present in the morning; marking her as his girl. As he felt her begin to tighten around him, he bit down on the mark, causing her to cry out as she shattered in his arms.

He drove into her and as the shocks shuddered through her body, he felt a tingling at the base of his spine. Gripping her tighter, he growled as his own orgasm hit. Panting, he braced his legs and held them both up as they came down from the high, Ciara cradled tightly in his arms. Tomorrow they'd go back to their blue-collar life, but for tonight they were just a rocker and his girl.

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