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Slowly, I stand, bend at the waist, and peel the leggings off my feet, letting my shoes clatter to the floor. I’m naked, standing in his dressing room, and he’s dressed, lounging back on the couch, just watching me with a heat I’ve become very accustomed to.
I decide right then, I want to do a little role play. “I’m sorry I snuck back to your private room, Mr. Flores. I’m just such a big fan. I needed to be with you.”
One corner of his mouth twitches into an almost smile, but he reigns it in. “You know we don’t let groupies backstage.” He brings one hand up to slide a thumb along his bottom lip. Those bright, hazel eyes I love so much give me a long look up and down my body. Assessing me. Deciding if I make the cut.
Jesus, I can see how all those little tarts who try to sneak backstage get addicted to it. These guys are powerful in their own right. And when they look at you with heat, just after literally bringing the house down, it’s a heady feeling to be the one to make their knees weak. I never got that until just this second.
“But since you’re already naked, I guess I won’t call security. But you better make sure I don’t regret that decision.”
Getting into the role of hyped-up fangirl, I bounce on my toes a little with excitement. His eyes go right to my jiggling boobs. I fight the smart remark that just begs to be let out. I’m not Lacy the brat right now. I’m not Lacy the wife either. I’m Lacy the backstage slut.
“Oh, I promise, you’ll be happy.” I grab a towel from the side table and throw it to the ground between his knees. Yeah, we might be doing some hot as hell roleplaying, but I am not kneeling on a cold cement floor that has god knows what on it.
Scott spreads his legs a little more, brushes my hair back into a ponytail that he holds tight in his fist. “Well, let’s see what you got.”
For some reason, my heart is racing, and I actually feel nervous butterflies taking flight in my stomach. I’m so wet, I can feel it dripping down my thighs. Quickly, I tug at the buttons on his leather pants and pull down the zipper. His dick must have been tucked behind the waistband because as soon as I separate the two sides of the opening, that long, thick cock I love so much pops up and practically points straight at my mouth.
The moan which slips through my lips is completely involuntary. I try to lean forward to take his head in my mouth, but his hold on my hair prevents me from tasting all but the tip.
I look up at him as my tongue swirls around just that little bit. “Please.”
“You want it, show me how much.”
God. This is so fucking hot. Whimpering, I push forward, my hair pulling on my scalp with the effort. It’s worth the slight pain when I take the first few inches in and suck hard.
Curses fly from Scott’s mouth in a filthy rant. His hold on my hair gives a little in his ecstasy, and I take advantage of theopportunity. In one swoop, I take him down my throat, my lips brushing the coarse hair at his base.
“Fucking hell.” His hips spasm up, fucking my mouth against his will. “Get up here, woman, before I blow my load down your throat.”
In one long pull, I back off his throbbing cock. Scott leans forward, gripping my hips and pulling me onto his lap.
“Stuff my cock in that tight little cunt of yours. Ride me like you worship me.” He slaps my ass, and I moan. I’ve lived with Scott the musician for a year and a half now. But I think this might be the first time I’m really seeing Scott the rock god. Fuck, if I don’t love it just as much as all the other versions I’ve seen.
Reaching between us, I grab his length and position it at my entrance. With ease, I drop down, down, down until my ass rests against the smooth leather still encasing his legs. This is the best kind of filthy sex I’ve experienced. Him totally dressed. Me totally naked. The need to come is bearing down on me, so I’m almost crazed with unadulterated bliss.
Grabbing his shoulders with both hands for leverage, I bounce on his cock fast and hard. His hands grip my hips right on the little tattoos of his fingerprints I got a couple months ago. The night he saw those goes down in history as another epic fuck fest.
Reaching up, I grip the little notch in his T-shirt and rip it open to almost his belly button.
“Fuck that was hot.”
“Need to see it.” I push the shredded fabric to the side to reveal the tattoo of my name right over his heart, with a tiara dangling on the tail of they. Putting my hand over his chest where he branded himself with my name, we go into overdrive.
Scott pumps me up and down his cock at a brutal pace. My nails dig into his shoulders as the pressure in my core builds and builds.
“Look, baby. Look how fucking perfectly you grip my cock. Made for me.” I lean back, bracing myself on his knees and gaze down to where is cock is thrusting in and out of me.
Suddenly, my orgasm washes over me, my body shaking from head to toe as the strength of it rolls along my limbs. I lose all rhythm, just writhing on top of him. Scott thrusts up hard one time and stays there, pinned inside me to the root. He presses his thumb down on my clit, and a second orgasm has me trying to climb off him, the intensity so high, it’s almost frightening. But Scott holds me down, makes sure I feel every last drop of overwhelming pleasure. I lean forward and bite his neck, and Scott comes, hard and loud.
Slowly, the world comes back into focus. We’re both panting and gasping for oxygen, spent and exhausted after the whirlwind of activity from the first day of their U.S. tour.
“Oh my god, is that how sex with groupies always is?” I know he hasn’t partaken in that side of the rock star lifestyle in many years and hates talking about it because it was a time in his life where he didn’t have control thanks to drugs and alcohol, but I have to know.
He huffs out a laugh, the rush of warm air sending my hair dancing around my shoulders. “No, babe. Nothing has ever been like that.” He tugs me up a little, gazing into my eyes with love, lust, and affection all mixed together. “I can’t remember anything before you. My life was black and white before you. Grey even. Now it’s pink…” He swipes at my nipple with his thumb. “… and red…” He kisses my lips. “…and light.”
I sigh, so content and in love, it makes my world spin. He makes my world spin. And yet he grounds me and gives me the solid foundation I’ve always craved. He’s my everything.
And I’m his. Forever.
