So you think you’re a rockstar? [MF] [First person] [Long build-up]

You guys have been loud all night. I have to admit that you have reason to celebrate, being the up-and-coming rock band, tonight’s show was a success. A couple of my girlfriends got tickets meanwhile I was stuck at work, and judging by their instagrams you actually rocked. Not that I would admit that to anyone of my girlfriends…

But being a handyman, or rather handygirl, at the biggest hotel in the city, gives me more access to you as I would like to admit. Your band are one of our main guests, renting the rooftop suite. I’ve only been up there once, when I was called in for a wedding last summer, and the suite has all the dazzle you can imagine. This weekend we are fully booked, the reason being your band of course, teenage girls running around giggling hoping to get a glance of any of you.

Sadly, for them, the rooftop suite has a private elevator, meaning that it’s only the band and a couple of our staff who can get up there. Since you came back to the hotel after the show you have been ordering up room service and bottle after bottle of champagne. And not the cheap kind may I add. A couple Taittinger and Bollinger later and I just glanced at the tab and its gone up about 2000 dollars the last two hours.

I’ve just sat down at the back of the kitchen, taking a sip of black strong coffee. My shift ends in about an hour but I had so much to do that this is the first time this evening I finally have time to sit down to rest. I check my instagram, scrolling through picture after picture of tonight’s show. Apparently my girlfriends got some one on one pictures backstage and now are bragging about it om social media.

My supervisor comes into the kitchen, pointing directly at me. “You have to go up there, I got every person working their ass off and you are the only one available right now”, the tone is stressed and commanding. “Up where?” I take another sip of my coffee, knowing damn well what up there means. “Oh come on, don’t be so annoying ” my supervisor rolls his eyes. I smirk raising my eyebrow, trying to look innocent.

“Are they still up there?” I finish my coffee and stand up. “They ordered a limo about 20 minutes ago, probably going to continue celebrating at the club instead. They should be on their way down right about now”. I shrug my shoulders, showing I don’t care, “so what do you want me to do up there, you usually don’t let me anywhere near that suite” my tone is amused. “Haha, very funny. Like I said, you are the only one available right now and I just want you to tidy up before they come back”. “Oh alright… you don’t have to be snappy. What’s the elevator code?”

*

I press the six figure code on the display and the elevator doors close. As the elevator begins to move I glance at my phone again. I got 3 missed calls from my girlfriends and a voicemail. They are probably trying to get in at the same club as the band are going to. I choose to ignore them, to tired and longing for my shift to end. The elevator doors open, and I step out into a hall. It’s bigger than i remembered, I guess it’s because last time I was up here it was crowded by wedding guests. I slowly tie my converse of, placing them by the elevator.

To the right there’s a big open lounge area. You guys have been raiding the liquor cabinet, and I notice a couple bottles of Bollinger still on the living room table. They are empty so I put them in the recycle bin by the elevator, making a mental note to take the bin with me when I leave. To the left there’s a big dining room table, big enough for 10 people. You guys ordered practically everything we had on the room service menu, but every plate on the table is empty, leading me to believe that our food still are up to best standard. I put the dishes on the trolley, and push it inside the elevator.

Luckily this suite has the highest priority, meaning that it has its own line for the reception desk. So I pick up the phone and press down on the intercom for the reception. “I’m sending down some dishes, can you make sure somebody take care of them? I need to check the rooms and the terrace before I leave”.

The four first bedrooms are in perfect shape, nearly spotless except for some suitcases. The fifth is not as big as the others, the lights in here are more dim. There’s a brown leather weekend bag on the bed and, also different from the others, a beautiful dark grey Gibson custom guitar standing in the corner. I recognize it immediately, it’s yours, the one you have been playing on at the show. My fingertips softly touch the strings.

I hesitate, it’s been a couple of years since I played, but I’ve never come across anything like this beauty. By looking at it I guess it’s worth around 4000 bucks, maybe more. I bite my lower lip, contemplating if I dare to pick it up. “Can I help you?” I gasp and turn around, jerking my hand from the guitar.

The pictures I’ve seen online don’t do you justice, you are taller and more muscular. And half naked. I can’t take my eyes of you, the white towel hangs low on your hips, your chest stained with water drops and those incredible eyes which stares into mine. Then it hits me, the terrace doors were open, leading out to the jacuzzi, but it was to dark for me to notice when I got in.

“I…” it’s hard for me to breathe, to distracted, maybe a little bit starstrucked, but also in complete shock that you are half naked. “You…?” your voice is deep and curious. Your gaze slides down my chest pausing at my nametag. “I’m so sorry sir. My boss told me you’ve all gone out and sent me up to tidy up before you came back” I can feel my cheeks getting more flushed for each word.

“Then what are you doing in my room…?” you take a step closer and I pull back by pure instinct. You give me a smirk before you stretch your arm out grabbing your bag. I nervously lick my lips. “I’m so sorry again, i’ll get out immediately” I move to the door, but you are blocking my way. “How about you stay, keep me company?” You motion for the lounge “let me just get some clothes on”. “I don’t think it’s appropriate” I cross my arms over my chest, determined. “Oh come on, I let you hold it” you raise your left eyebrow nodding at the guitar.

I have to admit, it is quite tempting, both the guitar and you. “You know this is not a service we actually offer at the hotel” I try to sound cold but you’ve already seen my smile. “I don’t need to buy my company sweetie” you are cocky and I can’t stop my laughter. “Aren’t you full of yourself huh?” I giggle. You smile, and my heart melts. I shake my head trying to gain my composure, not letting myself get pulled under your spell.

“You know, It’s not often I offer anyone to hold my baby” you walk past me to let your fingers slide over the strings of the guitar. Your smell linger when you pass me, warm, hot and absolutely divine. “Well fine…” I check my phone “my shift is over so” I shrug my shoulders. You turn to me smiling. “How about you make yourself comfortable out in the lounge. I just need to get some clothes on” I nod and head out your room, closing the door behind me. I hesitate with my hand on the door handle, is this really a good idea…?

*

I sit on the edge of the couch, unsure what to do with myself. Here I am with one of the hottest guys in the next room. My girlfriends would have a fit if they knew I was alone up here in the suite with you. I pull my hair back into a ponytail and take the stupid name tag of my shirt. Luckily my uniform consists of black pants and a plain shirt, nothing obscene or something silly with the hotelname on.

I hear you rummaging around before the door opens. I sit with my back against you, a little embarrassed, and on edge. You lean over me, I clench my teeth to stop myself from twitching, placing the beautiful guitar in my hands and lap. “Try her” your voice is encouraging and I feel you move away leaving the whole weight of the guitar in my hands. “Do you want something to drink?” I turn my head, looking at your back when you move for the fridge. You have a pair of black sweatpants on and a washed old t-shirt. And you look so incredibly sexy.

“Um, yeah sure… do you have any beer?” I look down at the instrument, weighing it in my hands. I try a couple of chords and close my eyes smiling. The sound is beautiful, more deep than any other guitar I’ve ever tried before. I feel the couch shift when you sit down beside me and I hear the clinking of glass. “Do you like it?” your voice is soft. I open my eyes to look at you, you are leaning back against the couch cushions watching me. I tilt my head, nodding, “it’s gorgeous”.

I notice the fading print on your t-shirt, one of my own favorite bands, Rush. I play the beginning from Limelight and you smile in recognition, “you like them?”. I blush, “one of my favorites actually, I did a cover of this song a couple of years ago at an open mic night”. You lean forward to grab one of the beer bottles from the coffee table. “So you can sing…?” You take a sip from the bottle, holding my gaze with interest.

“I… well I like to sing but i’m not nearly as good as you” I play the beginning of Sober by Tool, humming the lyrics. “You listen to my band?” you tease me and I giggle. “Oh come on, you know you are kinda famous right? I bet you have a new girl every night” you take another sip of beer. “I’m not like that” your fingers trail the label on the bottle. I bite my lower lip looking down on the guitar. “I didn’t mean to offend you, it’s just…” I sigh “it’s just that my girlfriends are at that club your friends probably are at now, and they would die if they knew I was here alone with you”.

You smirk, “… is that so?”. “You are so full of yourself” I laugh, “you think you’re a rockstar?” I stick my tongue out just to tease you. I take a couple of chords from your latest hit and you snicker and move yourself closer. You take another mouthful of beer and put the bottle down, motioning for me to hand over the guitar. “How about I play and you sing?” I hand it over with caution, afraid I’m going to drop it. You take the first chords and I blush, suddenly all shy.

“I don’t know…” I glance over my shoulder, as if I’m afraid someone else is going to be there. “It’s just you and me here, and I promise I won’t laugh” you sound so convincing, and having you this close who am I to argue? “Alright. But how about you play it a little bit slower?” I take your right hand moving it over the strings “and how about you play on a higher cord?”. You watch me closely, still holding your fingers against mine. Realising how intimate the touch is I pull my hand back, placing it in my lap.

Your fingers starts to move slowly, testing the tempo, unsure if it’s the sound I was asking for. I hum to test my voice. “Is it okey?” you pause for a moment watching me. I nod “exactly, try again and i’ll sing”. The sounds is higher this time, your fingers move with ease and confidence. I take a deep breath and sing the first verse. The tempo turns slower as you approach the first chorus, these notes are high, but I take them with ease. You touch the strings one last time, leaving them vibrating. Your smile is warm and I look at you nervously, “sorry if I totally destroyed your song, but i’ve always imagined it going a little bit softer and higher”. “It’s alright, I like it, would you mind if I record it like this sometime?”. “It’s your song…” I shrug my shoulders.

You play it once again, this time you try to sing it. Your voice is warm, lower, sending shivers down my spine. Fuck… I bet you don’t even know you are irresistible. This time you sing all verses, ending with another guitar riff than the original. “It sounded better with your voice…” you claim as you watch me, you stand up and put the guitar down on the other couch. I blush, this jam session suddenly turned a bit more intimate, “you don’t need to say that, I know I’m a little rusty and I don’t have any proper training”. You sit down beside me again, this time so close that our knees touch. Your eyes stare into mine.

My phone vibrates on the table, “sorry I…”, I reach for it but you are faster than me and you push it over the surface. “How about we actually give your girlfriends something to talk about?” you lean in, slowly letting your fingers slide across my cheek, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. I hesitate, “I don’t want to be just anyone of your fucks”, my tone is harsh but low. You smirk, “who said anything about fucking?”, just by hearing the word role over your tongue makes me aroused, and instantly embarrassed about my own assumptions.

My phone vibrates again, making me turn my head. You take my chin between your fingers, turning my head back again, forcing me to stare into your eyes. “I…” my voice is weak, just a whisper. You press your lips against mine, soft and teasing. I sigh and lean against you, pressing my palms against your soft t-shirt. Your hands touch my thighs, the heat from your fingers burning through the fabric. The kissing turns hotter, your tongue slides over my lower lip, tasting me.

You groan, a deep sexy sound that makes my blood rush, but also makes me realise what I’m doing. I push my palms against your chest, making our lips part. Your eyes watch me with caution and badly hidden desire, “I want you to know that you are not going to be one of my so called fucks, I feel extremely attracted to you and I want you to spend the night with me”. I sigh, looking down on your hands which still are placed on my thighs, my own arousal making my mind hazy.

You sense my hesitation, your fingers hugs my thighs encouraging me to be honest. “Hey…” your voice is just a whisper against my shoulder. Your lips are warm, pressing against my skin through my shirt. “Please stay….” your lips keeps wandering, kissing my neck up to my ear. I moan in pleasure. “I’ll stay, but I would rather be in your room than out here”, I let my fingers slide through your hair, pressing my lips hungrily against yours. You take me by my hips, pressing me against your chest when you lift me up into your lap.

“What if I can’t wait? What if we don’t make it to my bed?” you pant against my lips, only moving back for a second when you pull my shirt of throwing it on the floor. I grind my hips against you, making you growl. Slowly you let your hands move over my breasts, the lace tickling over my hard nipples, “Take it off…” I beg against your mouth. Your skilled fingers move around to my back and buttons up my bra. I let it move over my arms dropping it on the floor.

You push me down onto my back, following me with your body. You press against me. Hot, hard, heavy. “Tease…” you growl, your hands roaming over my sides. “What if I don’t let you have me?” I smirk, arching my body against yours. One of your hands press me down while your other buttons up my black pants. “What if I decide to take you either way?” your body is tense, watching every nuance of me, letting me know that this is just a game.

I lick my lips, this turns even hotter, I love being dominated. “What if I resist?” I whisper against your mouth. You smirk, pinning down my arms above my head by holding my wrists. Your eyes slowly slides over my body, stopping by my open pants. You inhale between clenched teeth when you see my black lace panties. “How about I give you some spanking for being such a naughty girl?”. I moan, getting soaked by just the thought of your hands over my bare ass.

You move fast, turning me around to my stomach. I squeal in surprise, and then I blush when you pull down my pants, exposing my lace clad butt. I look at you over my shoulder, you bite your lower lip having your eyes peeled on my skin. “Don’t you even dare…” my voice is low and challenging. You look up at me and smile, a -devious full of promises- smile, and you raise your hand and smack me over my ass.

I exhale in shock, feeling the sensation tingling and how wet it’s making me. You pull my pants down all the way, letting my panties follow. I feel your fingers move over the inside of my thighs, by pure reflex I arch my back. “Aren’t you a good girl…” you purr. I moan when your fingertips grace over my clit. “So wet and ready for me…” you sound hungry. I hear you rustling around, you drop your sweatpants and t-shirt on the floor, then letting your boxers follow. You grab my hips and turn me over on my back.

You. Are. Perfect. My eyes move over your body with anticipation. You are incredibly hard, standing between my legs on your knees you look so sexy. “Let your hair down…” your voice is soft, I bite down on my lower lip raising my hands to pull out the hair tie for your pleasure. You bend over me, your lips crash against mine. My fingers press into your back, urging you closer, “hell…” my voice is desperate. You press your hips against mine, making your cock push against my wet pussy.

“Fuck…” you groan and lock eyes with me. “Ah ah… what if I say no?” I smirk, teasing you. You growl, letting your teeth nip me over my neck. Your mouth wanders down to my breasts, your tongue tasting my skin. This drives me wild, having you wanting me this much, and I love inciting you. “You little tease” you mumble against my collarbone, your hands slides over my hips. I arch my back, “I want you to fuck me… hard…”. You look up at me, smiling, and then you move your hips. Your cock grace my entrance and I close my eyes for a brief moment.

I hear your breathing getting ragged as you push yourself into me. I moan loudly and my nails dig into your back. I sigh when I feel your length and your mouth covers mine. The kiss drowns my moans as you begin to move. I let my hands move over your back down to your waist, I urge you to move faster panting your name between the deep kisses. “Fuck you are tight”, you lean yourself on your elbows, looking down at me. I move my legs around your hips, pushing you closer to me. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, your hips moving harder, crashing against mine.

I let one of my hands release your hip, moving between us to press hard in circles over my clit. “I want you to come with me inside you” your eyes are filled with desire, excites me closer to my orgasm. The heat climbs through my body, tingling and ushering my primal instinct. You press down your whole body weight over me, the contact making this more erotic. I can feel your pulse through your chest, you this tight against me, your hips moving harder, my fingers circling faster.

Your arms move under me, lifting me up as you raise yourself on your knees. I let one of my arms move around your shoulders, the other still occupied between my thighs. I ride you, your hips moving and your arms press around me hard. You feel amazing, burying your whole length in my wet pussy. You growl, “fuck you really are tight”. This, your low and hot breath against my lips, makes me shake.

I kiss you deep, letting my teeth bite your lower lip. Your hands slides down my back, groping my butt. “I’m gonna cum…” my voice is shaking and I press my nails into your shoulder and I cry out. The warm sensation in my stomach spreads like wildfire. It rushes through my veins making my whole body tingle. I can feel you, every touch, every sound being clearer than ever. And then I hear you, your growl and feel how your body tense under mine, how you push in to me and cum. You hold on to me, like your life depends on it.

You slowly move, still inside me, panting. You carefully lay me down on my back, and again your whole body weight covers me. I feel spent and safe, my fingers runs over your shoulders and your neck. Your breathing is getting calmer and you raise your head looking at me. “Told you we wouldn’t make it to my room”, you smirk. “How about we make it there for round 2?” I wink and give you a deep kiss.

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