Hard as a Rocker - Sample Chapter

Hard as a Rocker - Sample Chapter

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

After a horribly abusive first marriage, Erica married a man thirty years her senior who provides her the safety and security she once needed. Now in her mid-forties, she feels like a prisoner in her own home, married to a man who treats her more like a daughter than a lover. Desperately craving physical passion in her life, she meets a faded rock n' roll star and throws caution to the wind, embarking on a torrid affair. Getting deeper and deeper with him, she finds herself torn between her security or a life with a man who gives her exactly what she needs. Can Erica find the inner courage to embrace what she truly desires or will she settle for a life without true love?

Summary

After a horribly abusive first marriage, Erica married a man thirty years her senior who provides her the safety and security she once needed. Now in her mid-forties, she feels like a prisoner in her own home, married to a man who treats her more like a daughter than a lover.

Desperately craving physical passion in her life, she meets a faded rock n' roll star and throws caution to the wind, embarking on a torrid affair. Getting deeper and deeper with him, she finds herself torn between her security or a life with a man who gives her exactly what she needs. Can Erica find the inner courage to embrace what she truly desires or will she settle for a life without true love?

Chapter1 (v.1) - Hard as a Rocker - Sample Chapter

Author Chapter Note

After a horribly abusive first marriage, Erica married a man thirty years her senior who provides her the safety and security she once needed. Now in her mid-forties, she feels like a prisoner in her own home, married to a man who treats her more like a daughter than a lover. Desperately craving physical passion in her life, she meets a faded rock n' roll star and throws caution to the wind, embarking on a torrid affair. Getting deeper and deeper with him, she finds herself torn between her security or a life with a man who gives her exactly what she needs. Can Erica find the inner courage to embrace what she truly desires or will she settle for a life without true love?

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Submitted: June 19, 2015

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Saturday came and I woke up early, excited but yet a little afraid. It had been many years since I’d slept with another man besides Ronnie and that was barely sex. It wasn’t like you could forget how to fuck, but my hands shook some thinking about it. I had some breakfast, showered and did my makeup. I looked at myself nude in the mirror, admiring how well I’d taken care of my body even in middle age. I had thought about shaving my pussy smooth, as I knew younger women often kept it today, but feared that could be a dead giveaway to my husband that something suspicious was up. I honestly doubted he’d even notice because I couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen me naked, but decided to neatly trim it into what they called a ‘landing strip.’ That was a perfect compromise in my mind.

I took out a nice tight pair of jeans like I’d worn the night we met and a white top. For underwear, I chose a white lace thong and matching bra. I loved to wear lace and even when I wasn’t planning on an illicit meeting with a man, I often wore it. I enjoyed the way it felt against my skin and it made me feel sexy, even if no one else thought so. I got dressed and looked at my watch. It was only ten thirty, nearly an hour and a half before I was supposed to meet Pat. The anticipation was driving me crazy and I paced the house. After about half an hour of pacing, I finally sat with my iPad and looked again at the Holiday Inn where we were supposed to meet. It was only about twenty minutes from here, just off the highway, but I couldn’t wait anymore. I went to my bedroom and checked myself out one more time in the mirror. It was as perfect as this girl was ever going to get. It was supposed to be in the mid-fifties today, so I grabbed a light leather jacket from the closet and fled from my personal penitentiary; if only temporarily.

I started my car in the garage and hit the garage door opener. As I waited for it to finish opening, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Who was this daring and adventurous lady setting out to commit sin? I chuckled, put the car into reverse and headed out. I didn’t go straight to the hotel for some odd reason, but circled through town a time or two. I lived in a small sleepy New England town where most everyone knew your business. In this case, they’d be shocked…though truth be told, I knew very few people here anyway. I’d grown up further south, closer to Boston and only ended up here because this was where Ronnie was from and where he had his business.

I saw that I had twenty minutes until the appointed time and made my way over to the hotel, pulling into the parking lot. It was a fairly large Holiday Inn with exterior balconies leading to the rooms and plenty of discrete parking. I sat staring at the entrance and noticed a white BMW parked near the front. It looked to me like a car that a man like Pat might drive. I looked at my phone and saw it was five minutes to our meeting and as I was doing that, a text came in from Pat.

“212,” was all it read. It didn’t need to say anymore. This was happening, it was a reality and I was as excited as a kid going to Disney World for the first time. 

I assumed the text meant room two twelve so I looked at the closest room to my parking spot. It was one eighteen which meant that room was on the second floor. I took a deep breath, checked my makeup and hair one final time and made my way to the room. Every single car that passed the hotel made me nervous; it was like someone was watching me even though I knew they weren’t. I took the stairs to the second floor and walked along the balcony looking at the room numbers.

“Two oh’ eight, two ten,” I said aloud as I passed each room. “Two twelve.”

I stopped at the door, took a deep breath and knocked. Pat immediately opened the door and smiled.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he said.

“How about inviting a lady in?” I said smartly.

He motioned me inside and closed the door behind us. I looked around and saw he had rented a room with a king bed. It was nothing spectacular, but had privacy. That was all we needed besides each other.

“I was a little worried you may not show,” he said. “Can I take your coat?”

It amazed me that a guy who had travelled the world and probably slept with hundreds of women in his life was worried that I wouldn’t show up. That honestly made me feel very special.

“I never gave not showing a second thought,” I said.

I took off my coat and handed it to him. He put it on a hanger and hung it in the closet by the door. I looked him over and felt my excitement building. He wore a black polo shirt, which nicely showed off his muscular arms, and a tight pair of jeans with cowboy boots.

“You look beautiful, Erica,” he said.

“I love when you say my name,” I replied.

He just smiled and without another word, took me in his arms and kissed me. His tongue entered my mouth and our passion swelled. He was a great kisser and his strong arms holding me tight added to the thrill.

I peeled off his polo and undershirt, throwing them on a nearby chair. Pat was strong and muscular with a hairy chest and the abs of a man half his age. On his right arm, he had a large tattoo of a skull with a snake through it; no doubt a left over from his eighties partying days. He removed my blouse and I helped by putting my hands over my head. Pat then reached behind me and expertly unhooked my bra with one hand. He slid it off and added it to the growing pile of clothes. We stood chest to chest and I could feel the warmth of his body on my naked skin, making my nipples immediately erect.

He looked at my breasts and stepped behind me, much as we’d done the other night at the club, except this time we were alone.

“You have near perfect breasts,” he whispered in my ear as he nibbled on it and fondled them.

All I could do was softly sigh as his hands roamed my body. He reached down and unsnapped my jeans and slid my pants down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and turned to look him. I stood before him in just a pair of panties and found it was very exciting.

“Do you like?” I asked.

“Very much,” he said.

“I’m glad you like me.”

He sat on the bed and removed his boots one at a time, his eyes on my near nude body the entire time. It was an extreme turn on for me to stand in front of this man I barely knew in nothing but panties. Once his boots were off, he stood back up and I undid his belt buckle and the button on his jeans. I unzipped his pants he pulled them off. I could see through his black colored briefs that he already had a hard on.

I wanted him in my mouth so bad that I couldn’t wait any longer.  I went to my knees in front of my Rock god and pulled his underwear off and threw it into the pile of clothes we’d made. His cock was fully erect and had to be nearly nine inches and thick, much larger than any man I’d ever been with before. I’d heard other women say a penis was ugly, but his wasn’t. It was circumcised and he definitely took the time to groom down there. I took the tip into my mouth, holding the shaft with my right hand. I looked up to see him looking down with his mouth slightly open. His breathing increased and I began to take more of his beautiful cock into my mouth. I bobbed my head back and forth, clutching his shaft tight.

I’d never had much of a gag reflex, so I could deep throat other men I’d been with, but wasn’t sure I could take him all the way into my throat. It had been years since I’d done this but I was determined to try because I desperately wanted to make him feel good. I slowly took every inch deep inside my throat and glanced up at him. His head was thrown back in complete ecstasy.

“Oh, that feels so amazing, Erica,” he said softly.

I’m not sure why but every time he said my name it made me hotter for him. It was like he cared who I was and made a point to show it. Pat was building toward an orgasm and I slipped his cock into my throat one more time before focusing on the tip and bobbing my head faster and faster. He reached behind my head and gently held me just he let out a loud groan of passion and exploded into my mouth. His cum was a bit salty but not unpleasant at all and I swallowed it in one gulp, licking the residue off the head of his cock.

He lay back on the bed and caught his breath. “That was absolutely incredible.”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

He sat up and kissed me. I liked that, as some men won’t come near you after you gave them a blow job. He kissed and nibbled at my neck, then my shoulders. He stood up and gently laid me back on the bed, taking a nipple into his mouth and fondling the other. He gently sucked and bit on my nipple, causing me to sigh with pleasure. His hand slid down my body and pulled my panties off, then he rubbed my legs, my inner thighs and every place but where I wanted him to touch me.  I arched my pelvis up a little and he looked up and smiled.

“Someone is getting impatient,” he said with a laugh.

“Oh, you’re teasing me.”

“I believe I warned you. I think you like it.”

“Mmmmm, I do.”

He then began working his way down my body with little kisses, all the while putting his hand between my legs. I let out a little whimper as he touched my cunt, feeling his fingers glide over my wet labia and then to my clit, stroking it ever so gently. He slid his middle and ring finger inside of me and I thought I was going to burst right then and there, but it only got better. As his fingers went in and out of me, I felt his hot breath followed by his tongue licking my clit. He put his whole mouth on my muff, gently sucking all the while continuing with his fingers. I rocked my hips back and forth and without warning, immense waves of sensuality washed over my body. It was an orgasm like I hadn’t experienced in years or maybe even ever. I screamed out in pleasure, not caring who else may have heard in the hotel.

Pat continued going down on me and before long, another blast of orgasms rocketed through my body. It was almost too much. I lightly pushed his head up because I wasn’t sure I could handle another one right at that point. I looked at him and saw his mouth and chin glistened with my juices.

“Wow,” was all could muster between breaths.

“I figured one good turn deserved another,” he said, lying next to me. “I’ve always tried to be an equal opportunity lover.”

I kissed him deeply and tasted my juices on his lips. I’d never been with a woman but the taste wasn’t at all unpleasant.

“Most guys only care about themselves in bed,” I whispered.

“I’m not most guys.”

I stared into his eyes and again kissed him, feeling that he was semi-erect. I wanted him inside me, so I began rubbing his cock until it came to full life. He reached over to the nightstand, opened it and took out a new three pack of condoms.

“You’re okay with me using one of these, right?” he asked.

“Of course.”

I noticed they were the ribbed variety, which would add to my pleasure. He unwrapped one and rolled it onto him, then got on top of me. We kissed again and I felt him enter me, the full weight of his pelvis on mine. I gasped a bit as we became one.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I am better than okay.”

He just nodded once and began kissing my neck. I’m not sure how he knew but that drove me wild. He started out thrusting slowly, giving me every inch of his cock until it was deep inside of me, then nearly out again. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, my entire body in an intense state of ecstasy. I rocked my hips back and forth to the motion of his thrusting and I glanced at him to see his eyes closed. He held himself up by his arms and his muscles strained. I reached over and held onto his arms and felt the muscles were as hard as his cock.

His thrusts became faster and harder and I moaned out in pleasure.

“That’s it, that’s it, fuck me harder,” I said, almost instinctively as my body again took control of my mind.

He complied and gave me everything he had. By now the heat from our bodies began to make both of us sweat. I could sense myself rapidly approaching an orgasm and by the look on his face, he was getting there too. The energy built inside of me and without warning, a vast jolt of pleasure raced through me. It may have been even more intense than the orgasm Pat gave when he went down on me. I wailed out in ecstasy just as Pat came and let out his own heavy moan. It was the first time in my life that I’d had a simultaneous orgasm with my partner.

“Ohhhhh, Erica,” he groaned out.

I pulled him to me and kissed him as I felt a secondary shudder of energy go through his body.

“Wow,” I said again. I need a better way to explain this.

“Wow, indeed,” he replied. “That was totally unexpected.”

 

He cleaned up and we snuggling in bed. I had hours before I had to be home or be missed.

“So what do you do all day to keep yourself busy?” I asked. “Other than working out, which clearly you do regularly. You have a smoking hot bod.”

“Well, thank you,” he said. “So do you.”

“Thanks. All that running finally paid off,” I said with a chuckle.

“Besides exercising, I mostly work on new songs or rehearse. I do like to read.”

“What about?”

“Usually murder mysteries. I have a brother who’s a cop down near Boston and his work has always fascinated me.”

“I like to read romantic novels. It’s as close as I’ll ever get to being swept away on a voyage of exploration.”

“Why do you say that?”

“My life is what my life is. This was the best and most adventurous thing that’s happened to me in years.”

“I find that kind of sad. You’re far too young for that, Erica.”

“I guess. So when do you play again?”

“We’ve got a gig next weekend south of Boston. Want to come? I can get you in for free,” he said with a laugh.

“We’ll see. Can I ask a personal question?”

“We’re laying her in our birthday suits, why not.”

“What happened to the band? You guys were so hot at one time?”

“Well, the recording industry is very fickle. We had a few hits and then frigging grunge came and bands like us were pushed aside for a bunch of downbeat suicidal sounding groups.”

“You sound a little bitter.”

“It’s hard not to be, but we carried on and we’re still very popular in Europe. If it wasn’t from the royalties from over there, I’d be working a nine to five job or living in a cardboard box. My ex-wife would have seen to that.”

“That’s horrible.”

“She did a real number on me,” he said with a sigh. “For years all I heard was my music sucked and in bed, well, there was nothing like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“She liked to complain. I really loved her at one time, but I was nothing more to her but a bank account, which she tried to suck dry.”

“You are a fantastic lover.”

He shrugged. “Unfortunately, my self-confidence has taken a few hits over the years. Enough about me though, can I ask how you came to be married to a man much older?”

I felt so comfortable with this gorgeous man I barely knew that I gave him my entire life story, right down to the cocaine problem and abusive ex.”

“That’s horrible,” he said. “No woman should ever be treated like that.”

“Thanks. You know, your wife was a very foolish woman. I hope she realizes someday what she lost.”

“Mid-life crisis, I guess. Once our kids left home, she decided I wasn’t good enough for her anymore.”

“Sounds like she took you for granted.”

He again shrugged. I felt bad for him and leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met and my passion once again ignited. Against my body, I could feel he was again getting erect. I was surprised that a man approaching fifty could recover this quick, but wasn’t going to complain.

“Take me from behind,” I whispered.

He nodded and I got up onto all fours for him. It had been many years since I’d been mounted from the rear and I quivered with anticipation. While I preferred to look into my partner’s face to see their pleasure during sex, this positon allowed Pat to sink his full length into me, hitting nerves that doing it missionary could never.

I looked back as he put on a fresh condom and then I felt his hardness around my ass. He grabbed my hips and I reached behind and clutched his cock, guiding him into my dripping wet honeypot. I felt him slip inside, pulling my body towards his with every pump. Every time he thrust, every inch of his substantial length was buried deep inside, causing involuntary spasms which tightened my pussy around his throbbing cock.

“That feels so good, Pat,” I moaned. “Please don’t stop.”

We were in a perfect rhythm as he reached up and touched my hair, stroking it.

“Pull my hair, baby,” I said between thrusts. “Please.”

He grabbed a handful and as he pushed his hips forward, pulled my head back by my hair. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming out his name. The energy built in my body and I knew I was again close to climax. Pat must have known too because he increased his rhythm, thrusting harder and harder. A flood of orgasms swept over my body and I let out a half moan, half scream. He continued to pump deep inside and my body quivered and shook until he had his own orgasm, letting out a loud groan. He slowed his thrusts until finally stopping and pulling out.

Pat slumped down on the bed next to me, breathing hard.

“I have no words,” he said.

I lay on my stomach and leaned on his big hairy chest, trying to catch my own breath. We were again covered in sweat, but neither seemed to mind.

“Are you trying to kill me?” I asked.

“I was accused of being a lady killer back in the day,” he chuckled.

“You’ve made this girl very happy.”

“I’m very happy myself,” he replied.

He leaned forward and kissed me. I glanced over and saw that it was unfortunately nearly three o’clock.

“I should get myself pulled back together here,” I said with a sigh.

“I wish I didn’t have to let you go,” he said.

“Don’t get too attached,” I replied.

The words felt odd coming out of my mouth, but I thought it was me voicing a fear that I’d fall in love with a man I didn’t really know and not wanting to hurt Ronnie. He just frowned and nodded. We both got dressed and before we left the room, shared one more long and passionate kiss.

“When can I see you again?” he asked.

“I hope very soon.”


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