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And I watch as he disappears into the crowd.
Javi
Ican'twaittogo back to Alana's room, but I have to wait until Londyn isn't watching me. I need to make sure that the right number of people are left at the party--enough for me to be able to slip away, but not so many that it'll feel like I skipped out early.
Finally, I see my opportunity. Londyn is talking to a group of people, and I slip out the back door, up the external stairs. The cold night air hits me like a slap in the face, but I don't care. I'm too excited to feel anything other than that. I make my way to Alana's room quickly, pushing the ajar door open and then closing it softly behind myself.
She's waiting for me, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed. Her blonde hair is down, dangling silver earrings on her ears, and she's wearing a silk robe that shows off her curves. I can feel my cock twitching at the sight of her.
"Hey," she says, smiling at me as she looks up to meet my eyes. "You made it."
"I told you I would," I say, crossing the room to her. I take her face in my hands and kiss her, long and deep. She moans into my mouth, and I can feel her hands moving over my back.
I break the kiss and take a step back, just enough to look at her. "You look stunning, Alana," I say, my voice low and husky.
She smiles, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Thank you," she says, looking down at her lap.
After the threesome, I guess I didn’t expect her to be shy. It’s really fucking endearing, though.
I take her chin in my hand and lift her face up so I can hold her gaze. She has dark brown eyes with splashes of gold and a dark ring around her irises, her pupils so expanded that I can hardly see the color in them.
“You don’t have to be shy,” I say, brushing my lips against hers after I lean in. “I want to see all of you. Okay?”
She meets my gaze again, her mouth falling open. “Okay,” she says. “Sorry, it’s just been…it’s been a while.”
It’s been like three days, so I cock my head, waiting for her to elaborate.
“Like when we were together last time,” she says. “You’d just broken us out of the elevator and my adrenaline was pumping. But now I’m stone cold sober and I can’t remember the last time I had sex when I was…It’s just been ages.”
“It’s been three days, Alana,” I say, laughing. “And that was a threesome with a rock star, so you really went in on the deep end. I don’t blame you if you’re feeling a bit rusty on standard, vanilla sex.”
She laughs. “Thanks.”
I inch closer to her, our faces so close that I can feel her breath on my skin. “But I promise to be gentle. If that’s what you want. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she replies as she meets my gaze. “That’s what I want.”
We take our time. It’s not like we need to rush. Something in the air makes me want to savor every memory—every touch of skin, every moan, every quiver. I press my lips against hers and she returns my kiss as I untie the belt of her robe. I stand back so I can see her body.
She's wearing black lingerie that accentuates her curves, and I can feel myself getting harder at the sight of her. I take off my shirt and she runs her hands over my chest and abs, her eyes never leaving mine.
“You work out a lot,” she says.
I laugh. “Only before I go on tour.”
“So what do you normally look like?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. Softer.”
“Sounds hot,” she replies, which surprises me.
She doesn’t let me answer her. Her lips are on mine again, and she’s kissing me deeply, her hand raking up my stomach toward my chest.
I can feel her breasts spilling over the top of her lacy black bra, and I tug at the clasp. I unclasp it, letting it fall to the floor behind her. As I begin to kiss her cleavage, her hands move to my pants, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. I groan softly against her lips, my cock straining against the fabric of my pants.
I reach down and rub her softly through the fabric of her panties, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.
I pull away from her, kneeling before her and running my hands up her thighs.
