Rock My World

After four long hard years, I was finally walking the stage with my degree in journalism. I walk up and accept my degree from the dean and he gives me a handshake.

I go back to sit next to my best friend Ella Brooks.

“We did it!” she shouted to me with a huge grin on her face.

After the last names were called. We all threw our caps up and left the school for good.

“We are going out tonight,” she shouted, as we walked in the front door of our apartment.

I shake my head. “We have to work tomorrow.”

After being offered an internship there during junior year, I decided to stay with the magazine and I hope to one day be editor-in-chief.

She rolled her eyes. “You’re such a buzzkill. We just graduated for god’s sake!”

“That doesn’t mean we can just slack on our responsibilities.”

“Who is Axel Anderson?”

Her mouth drops open. “You don’t know who Axel Anderson is!?” she screamed.

“Nope.”

“How are we even friends?” she asked, still looking shocked.

“We became roommates for one year and you just never went away.”

I looked at it and saw a picture of a very good looking guy. I mean drop dead gorgeous. He has blonde hair, sea blue eyes, lots of tattoos that cover his entire arms and chest.

In the picture, he’s looking to be singing his heart out on stage.

“So!” she snatches the phone. “He’s the biggest star right now. He and his band are going on tour and one of their shows is here in San Francisco.”

“Well, enjoy the show.” I try to walk off but she grabs my arm.

“Oh, no no no.” she begins. “You and I are going to that show right after our graduation dinner.”

“Why do I have to come?”

“Because you’re my best friend and you need to get out more. You’re twenty-two years old and my grandmother gets out more than you.”

I scoffed. “I’ll have you know, I get out plenty.”

I was about to name one but she interrupted me.

“Without me dragging you,” she added.

I was quiet. Going to a concert when all I wanted to do was to curl up in my bed and watch Riverdale. I wasn’t much for going out and like right now, Ella is the one dragging me to do crazy things.

Maybe she was right. I did need to get out and do more.

“I’ll go.” I breathed out.

She squealed. “You may even get a good lay. Because you sure need one.”

“Let’s not talk about my sexual life please?” I begged.

“When was the last time? Greg?”

Greg works in accounting and I always loved him for his brains but I guess my two years of commitment didn’t mean squat compared to Brittany who has double Ds.

I nodded my head. No point in lying.

She sighed. “Sorry, babes. I didn’t mean to bring him up but you need to get out there and meet someone new.”

I took a deep breath and gave her what I hoped was a convincing enough simile.

“You’re right.”

“Attagirl.” she smacked my butt. “Now, let’s go get ready,” she added and raced to her room.

I have dark brown skin, big brown eyes, and long black hair. My hair is curled to perfection and I made sure to only put on some lip gloss since I’m not a big fan of makeup.

Her long curly brown hair is up in a bun and the white crop top with a red floral skirt she’s wearing goes with her light brown skin tone.

I nod my head. “Yeah.” I grab my purse and phone.

“I’ll order an Uber,” Ella said.

Ten minutes later the uber arrives and we get in.

“Hey, guys.” I greet them and take a seat next to Casey who hugs me.

“We’re finally done,” Isabella said cheerfully.

“Hell yeah! I say we get drunk off our asses.” Mark rejoiced.

After dinner and about six glasses of wine. We all walked out of the restaurant drunk and loud. Ella orders another uber for us and Mark orders for the rest of the group.

“Bye, everyone!” Ella yells out the window from the uber.

“Are you excited?” she asked.

“For what?” I asked.

She groans. “The concert stupid.”

I forgot all about it and suddenly became excited about it. It was the alcohol running through my veins.

“Hell yeah!” I shout which catches the attention of the driver and he narrows his eyes at me through the rear view mirror. I mutter an apology.

We arrive at the concert and I see a line of people waiting to be let in. I got out of the car before Ella.

There’s a big sign of the rockstar Axel Anderson and his band. Smoked Out Is their name and I cringe. How could they have such a terrible name and be famous?

“That’s only one star for you buddy.” I turn to see Ella slam the driver’s door and he drives off.

“Why only one star?” I asked while we walked to the back of the line.

I shook my head and chose to not even continue the conversation.

We waited in line for about thirty minutes before we finally made it to the front and Ella handed the big bald guy our tickets and we went in.

The stadium is filled with people and I hate how we’re being pushed as we try to make our way to our section.

The crowd is cheering and having a good time and I look over to see Ella cheering too.

I lean over to her. “Who is that?” I yell in her ear.

She jumps a little. “Sam Wesley, he’s always opening for them,” she answered.

Dark brown hair, tattoos I can see coming out of the white shirt he’s wearing. His voice is beautiful and if he sang pop songs like I was into I would listen.

I look around and see that even more people that come in and the entire stadium is filled.

The band comes out and I can’t help but be drawn to Axel Anderson who starts to yell into the microphone.

“Are you ready!” he yelled to the crowd which caused a lot of ‘hell yeah’

Axel is singing his heart out while the rest of his band play instruments and sometimes join in on one a lyric or two.

My body starts moving to the music and before I know it Ella and I are dancing our hearts out.

“Come on!” I hear Ella yell and she grabs my hand, dragging me towards the exit.

We get outside and I breathe in the cool air. I’ve sobered up a little bit but I still wanted the night to keep going and I share my thoughts with Ella and suggest a club.

“Yeah! I kinda have all this energy.”

She smiles and looks around and a grin I know all too well spreads across her face. She was about to do something crazy and drag me with her.

“No! Ella.”

She rolls her eyes. “You said you didn’t want the night to end right?”

“Yeah bu-” I started.

“But nothing. Do something crazy for once. Take a little risk.” she pleads.

It’s time to have a little fun.

“It’s locked,” I said.

She looks at me and still holds that grin.

“It’s like you’ve never met me,” she said.

“Ella no!” I shout-whisper. “You can’t break in! If we get caught we’ll go to jail.”

I look around to make sure that nobody is coming. This is surprisingly not the craziest thing she’s ever done but it didn’t mean I was okay with it.

“Hurry up,” I whispered nervously at her.

“Got it.” I hear her whisper and I turn around.

She opens the door slowly, goes in and I follow her.

“This is so crazy,” I whisper to her as she looks around.

I hear Ella gasp. “What?” I asked.

She points at the door and I follow her gaze to the one and only Axel Anderson. He’s sitting around a group of girls and a few guys while smoking a cigarette.

I start to change my mind about going in when I hear a voice behind us. We both are startled and turn around.

A man who is taller than us with dark chocolate skin and black dreads smiles at us with a perfect white simile. I think he looks familiar and then it hits me.

“Are you guys going to go in?” he asked with a bottle of champagne in his hand.

“Yes.” Ella finally answered. I look at her with a nervous expression which she didn’t see since she still is starstruck.

“Well come on beauties.” He said and leads Ella towards the room with his free hand on her back.

I walk towards the room with them and everyone looks up at us.

“Found some more fans.” the guy said as he put the bottle on ice and leads Ella to a seat.

I stand there awkwardly, not knowing whether to stay in my place or just take a seat.

I look up to see Axel look at me with a stone expression. He nods his head towards the seat next to him and I see a couple of girls look at me angrily. Must be fangirls.

I walk over and sit next to him. He looks even better in person. His blonde hair is messy, his blue eyes look at me but he shows no emotion in them.

I almost blush but then he blows smoke out.

I cough and glare at him, “You’re blowing that at my face.” I gritted out.

The girls around him gasp and I look at them weirdly.

“So?” he asked.

He looks at me still showing no emotion and starts to put the cigarette back to his mouth but I rip it out his hand. I throw it on the ground and use my heel to put out it out.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

I’m taken back. From the way people were looking at me I thought he would shout at me but instead, he wants to know my name?

“Athena,” I answered.

My eyes narrow. “You’re a rockstar and I’m up to my neck in student loans so buying you a cigarette is the last thing on my mind.”

He throws back his head and laughs a deep beautiful laugh.

“You’re funny Athena.”

“I’m glad I entertain you,” I said dripping with sarcasm.

He looks me up and down. I can see the hunger in his eyes and I gulp.

I jump and start to get up but he pulls me back down.

“Not you beautiful.”

I watch as everyone starts to leave the room and the fangirls around him glare at me before leaving. Ella is still with that guy and she gives me a big grin and a thumbs up before leaving with him.

“I can’t leave my friend with a stranger,” I said.

“Not to you but to me he is.”

He waves me off. “Jordan is a perfect gentleman and would never do anything to harm your friend.” he gives me that hunger looks again. “But I, on the other hand, am not a gentleman.”

I laugh. “Is that a line that usually works for you?”

He raises one eyebrow. “Does it look like I need a line?”

I was more into the preppy clean-cut good guys if I’m being honest. But the whole bad boy vibe is getting to me and all I want to do is kiss those pink lips.

I clear my throat. “No, it doesn’t.”

“Athena, women fall over me all the time and usually I give them the time of day.” I scoff. “But they have never gathered my attention like you did when you walked into this room.”

He leans in and brushes the hair off my shoulder. He starts to kiss my neck and I can’t help the moan that escapes me.

I’ve never taken a risk like this and I would be damned if I missed this opportunity to have sex with a guy like him. I let go of all the self-doubt and kiss him.

I can smell the cigarettes and peppermint on him and although I hate the cigarette smoke I can’t help but kiss him deeply.

“Come back to my hotel with me,” he whispered.

My mouth moves faster than my mind does.

“Yes,” I answered.

He grabs my hand and leads me out of the room. We walk out the door that Ella and I came through. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a phone.

“I’m in the back, come pick me up.” He doesn’t even say goodbye and hangs up the phone.

I don’t even notice the black SUV that pulled up until Axel pulls away and leads me into the backseat.

“To the hotel Zach.” The driver nods his head and starts to drive away.

“I can’t wait to take this dress off of you and kiss every inch of your body,” he whispers in my ear.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart.” He kisses my neck and continues to rub me.

We make it to the hotel ten minutes later with Axel still kissing on me and I had to gently push him away so we could get inside. The hotel is huge and no doubt at least five stars.

He lifts me up with ease and I wrap my legs around him. He never breaks the kiss and leads us to a bedroom where he lays me on the bed.

I hold myself up by my elbows and he watches me like a predator watches its prey. He takes off his leather jacket and lets it drop to the floor.

Once I slip it off I begin to take my bra off but when I reach my panties Axel stops me.

“No, allow me.” He gives me a smile that makes me even wetter if that were possible.

I start to feel a little self-conscious about my body. My thighs are a little big and I have stretch marks on my butt. But the way Axel is looking at me it makes me feel as though I’m beautiful.

He spreads my legs and inhales my scent.

I throw back my head and moan as his tongue discovers my clit. He sucks and licks me like I’m his last meal. His two fingers push inside and I arch my back.

I grab a hold of his hair and hump his face as he continues to push me close to the edge. His fingers hit my g-spot and I moan loudly as I cum all over his fingers and mouth.

“I want to taste you,” I said when I regained enough control to speak.

He growls and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips and it makes me moan. I pull away and push him on to the bed and this time I’m the one on my knees.

“Babe, if you keep sucking me like that this will end fast and I’m not close to being done with you.”

He sits up and throws me on the bed. He grabs his pants and pulls out a condom and slips it on.

I’ve never felt this full before and it hurts so well. After a minute of me trying to adjust to his size, he starts to move. In and out, pinning my hands above my head and kissing me deeply.

“I’m going to come so hard!” I yelled.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my dick.”

He keeps pushing in and out of me and I throw my head back and come harder than I ever have before. Not long after he follows after with a string of curse words.

He rolls off of me and tries to catch his breath.

“Well, get ready to come even harder because I’m not done with you.”

I look over to see him throw away the condom and get a new one from the nightstand. He’s still hard as ever when he comes back to the bed.

He gives me a smirk. “Sweetheart, I’m about to rock your world.”