Rock All Night

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You know those scenes in movies where the guy and girl have crazy sex, crashing into walls and destroying the furniture?


I always hated those scenes. I was always like, There’s no way anybody has sex like that.

Turns out they do.

Maybe it was the champagne; maybe it was all the shenanigans after the show; maybe it was the contact high of being around Shanna’s ‘go-for-broke’ spirit.

All I know is I’ve crossed one more sexual experience off my bucket list.

We were already going crazy before we got to Derek’s personal suite. My clothes were half-off as we fumbled through the door, kissing madly. Within ten seconds, my panties (totally soaked) were off, my top was open, I was up in the air supported by his arms, my naked legs were wrapped around his waist, and he was sucking on my nipples like he was about to die of thirst and they were the only thing that could save him.

When I couldn’t get his t-shirt off, he growled, “Tear it.”

“Seriously?” I gasped – not from the suggestion, but from what his fingers were doing as he clutched my ass and slipped one finger inside me, rubbing my g-spot.

“Do it,” he commanded, and I bunched up the material and pulled as hard as I could. It was a light, flimsy material that had been washed a couple hundred times before they even put it on the rack – designers try so hard to make their t-shirts look three years old instead of brand new – and it gave a satisfying rrrrriiiiiiiip! in my hands.

His olive skin and carved chest showed through the tear, and I was immediately twice as turned on.

He, of course, was still licking my breasts and stroking deep inside me, so maybe that had something to do with it.

At any rate, I started literally shredding his clothes off him.

Once his shirt was in tatters, he kicked off his boots, undid his belt, and dropped his jeans to the floor. I felt the hot, thick head of his cock slide into place at my lips –

“Condom!” I gasped, secretly enjoying the feel of his naked flesh about to plunge into mine way too much.

“But we didn’t use one when we were tripping,” he protested.

“We’re not tripping now. Condom,” I insisted.

He griped, then said, “Okay, you get it,” and lowered me backwards as I shrieked and laughed.

While I kept clutching him with my legs, I did a sort of backbend at the waist/upside-down Cirque-du-Soleil-type maneuver, my hair hanging in my face as I searched the pockets of his jeans on the floor.

Meanwhile, I could feel him rubbing my * with his shaft, using my wetness to slide our slippery skin all over each other.

“No fair!” I gasped as I hung upside down, barely able to think from the blood rushing to my head as my legs quivered from the delicious sensations from his cock.

“You know, I don’t need a condom…” he suggested playfully.

“Too bad,” I said as I found the foil packet and held it up triumphantly.

He helped me up, one strong hand supporting my back as I basically did a midair sit-up (more work than I usually put in at the gym, that was for sure). Once I was vertical again, he commanded, “You put it on.”

I didn’t have to be told twice.

I knelt in front of him, right in front of that gorgeous cock. It was straining upwards, its surface tight and engorged, the head as swollen and thick as I’d ever seen it.

I’d seen him drink quite a bit that evening, but apparently it wasn’t having any effect downstairs.

I touched my fingers lightly to the underside – and it immediately bucked upwards with a jolt of a contraction.

“Whoa, fella,” I laughed, then proceeded to cup his balls in my palm and slowly stroke his shaft with light, feathery touches.

“F*ck,” he groaned.

His whole body strained rigidly as I gently stroked him up and down. I fondled his balls at the same time, tickling the sack with my fingernails.

Damn he was hard. And hot. I could feel his heartbeat pulsing against my palm, and loved the feel of that tiny flutter tickling my skin.

As I caressed him, he moaned.

I loved that sound.

I also loved looking at his body. His chiseled abs… the slight rise of his hip bones… the strong contours of his muscles… a couple of veins just under the surface of the olive skin, protruding the way they normally do from guys’ arms when they’re totally ripped. Derek was physical perfection.

I was getting so turned on that I wanted to proceed to the main event. So I removed my hands and pulled away.

He groaned. “Why’d you stop?”

Then he heard the rrriiip of the foil packet.

“Ohhhh,” he grinned.

I rolled the condom over his head, down the length of his cock to his thick base. Then I stood up.

Right on cue, he gripped my ass in his hands and lifted me effortlessly in the air again. I wrapped my legs around him and looped my arms over his neck, and moaned in pleasure as I felt something thick and blunt press against my dripping lips.

Without warning, he leaned over and bit my neck. I gasped at the dull, exciting pain, then cried out a second later as his cock thrust into me, slipping all the way.

“Oh God!” I cried out, and suddenly he slammed me up against the wall. He was biting harder on my neck as he thrust into me, deep and powerful and insistent.

He pulled me away from the wall and we smacked into a lamp, sending it crashing to the floor.

“Watch ouhhhhhhh,” I moaned as placed me on the dresser where the lamp had been and f*cked my brains out, slapping his pelvis against my ass, driving himself deep inside me.

I arched my back and grinded against his body, crying out, and then I was in the air again. He slammed me against another wall, and adrenaline coursed through my body.

“F*ck me, f*ck me, f*ck me,” I drunkenly pleaded, chanting it like a mantra, which only made him go harder, and faster, pounding into me, his thickness driving as deep into me as it could go.

He bent me back and positioned my head over the bed so I had a little support for my weight, then – with his cock still inside me – pulled one of my legs from around his waist and draped it over his chest so that my foot just went past his shoulder. Then he did the same with the other leg. If he had been lying on the bed, I would have been sitting on top of him with his cock inside me and my legs flush with his torso.

I cried out as he began pounding again – but this time, because of the angle, the head of his cock was stroking my g-spot, sliding over it, pressing it, over and over and over. My orgasm was building, starting to get close to the crest of the wave, near the point of no return –

When he stumbled back against the dresser and crashed into the flat screen TV.

It didn’t hurt me – I was totally insulated from the shock by his body – but it scared the hell out of me. And now he was basically lying across the dresser, and I was almost in an upright position – and the TV had cracked and fallen halfway off its wall mountings into the gap behind the furniture.

“Are you okay?” I asked in alarm.

His only answer was to lift up my ass and reposition my legs so that now I was astride him. Suddenly I was riding him as he lay on the dresser, f*cking him and not caring that we were destroying the hotel room, just so long as I could have that cock inside me.

We stayed like that for a minute, and I could feel myself getting closer, closer – when suddenly one of the feet of the dresser broke and we suddenly were sliding down a thirty-degree incline.

He shouted in surprise and I was shrieking with laughter as he staggered backwards towards the bed –

And then I slammed into the mattress, and he was f*cking me again, twice as fast and three times as hard and I screamed with pleasure and shock and delight as he bit my neck and grabbed my breast, roughly squeezing the nipple as his cock pounded thick and deep inside me.


Again I was getting closer, and suddenly we were rolling off the bed. I screamed as we fell, him onto his back, me jolting down hard on his cock. Then he was rolling me onto my back, my naked body was on the lush carpet, and he kept rocking into me without missing a stroke. The bed had moved with every thrust, but here on the floor, nothing could give way – so my body stayed stationary (except for my breasts, which jiggled and slid as he pounded into me) and I felt him go even deeper, harder, more powerfully inside me.

Suddenly I was over the edge, screaming, and then he was hollering, and I felt his cock explode inside me as my own orgasm jolted every inch of my body. I grabbed his hair and slammed his head down against my shoulder as he thrust away, his cock getting larger, then a split second later smaller, larger then smaller, until his contractions tapered off and mine slowly subsided into low, sweet, lingering bliss.

He groaned and kissed my neck softly where he’d bitten it just a moment ago.

“We need to do that more often,” he whispered huskily.

I laughed. “Might get expensive.”

He looked around the room, at the lamp on the floor, the broken dresser, the cracked TV hanging at a crazy angle off the wall.

He shrugged. “F*ck it… I’m rich.”

And then we went at it again.