I shuffled in my seat, uncomfortable and unsure how to approach this.
“My publicist introduced me to her, basically setting me up on a date. She scheduled us to appear at some events. She’s seen with me in the tabloids and people go crazy buying more albums and speculating on our relationship and in turn she gets booked for more jobs. Which is exactly what we wanted. More press means more jobs for her and more sales for me. It happens a lot in the business. We got along and went out a few times. It wasn’t a committed relationship in the traditional sense. Wedding bells were not in our future contrary to TMZ and Perez Hilton.”
“I don’t think I could ever do that,” Elsie said adamantly.
“It wasn’t my favorite part of the job. Made me feel like a dancing monkey.” I could feel my cheeks heating with embarrassment. “The only actual girlfriend I’ve had was back in high school. Her name was Gina. I met her in the choir, which my mother taught, so you know we were on our best behavior. We went to prom together and some football games. She was super sweet, but we broke up when I left for UCLA and she ended up in DC at Georgetown.”
Talking about my high school sweetheart made me wistful. Life was so much simpler back then.
“So… just to be clear, you’re not DTF?”
My lips curled into a smile. “You’re like a dog with a bone about this, aren’t you?”
Now Elsie started blushing. Damn, we were like two teenagers in the back of my pickup truck. Crossing her arms over her chest, she sat and waited, making it clear in no uncertain terms she wanted a straight answer.
I sighed. Reaching up, I pushed aside an unruly strand of her hair, slipping it behind her ear. I ran a finger down her cheek, feeling how soft her skin was.
“Not with you,” I said, gently.
Elsie wasn’t someone I’d ever sleep with casually. Nor the type to just burn energy off with. She was someone to spend time with, build a life with.
When she flinched, I braced myself. Shit, how did I fuck that up?
“I understand,” she said, her face turned down. She tried to move away from me, but I tightened my arms around her and pulled her in tighter. Gripping her chin, I turned her face so her eyes would meet mine. Those green eyes I adored wouldn’t look directly at me. I couldn’t have a misunderstanding wound her, this was too important.
“El, I don’t want to just fuck you. I want to make love to you.” I couldn’t get any plainer than that. It must’ve been the right thing to say because her face softened and her eyes finally met mine. I liked that response so I kept going. “I want to touch you everywhere, lick you everywhere, and watch you fall apart in my arms. I want to sleep in the bed with you after we’re done, our bodies exhausted with pleasure. Does that answer your question?”
Manmade Orgasms
Skyler
I watched as Elsie’s eyes widened like saucers. Her mouth dropped open, a soft ‘oh’ the only thing she could manage. The innocence in her reaction aroused an inferno in my groin.
“Would you like that, Elsie?” I asked, loving the way my words made her react. Moving my lips to the crook of her neck, I gently kissed her pulse point. It was racing. “Would you like me to touch you everywhere? Make you come?”
She could only nod her head.
“Good girl.”
I pecked light kisses on the delicate skin up the column of her neck and took her mouth again. She tasted sweet, like chocolate. In one second I was on fire; I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her lips fully into me, plunging my tongue into her mouth, alternatively dancing with her tongue or sucking on her bottom lip.
God, she had soft lips.
“Turn around for me, baby,” I whispered.
Elsie didn’t speak. Her breaths came heavy and her eyes were closed. She scooted on my lap until she was facing away from me, her back to my chest. I pulled her legs to each side of mine, spreading her.
My hands slid across her stomach, feeling her heat. Lifting her small T-shirt, I felt her softness with my callused fingers.
So soft.
My other hand reached for her chest, tugging her lace tank below the swell of breasts. I took her already hard nipples in my fingers and plucked at them, drawing out a shocked gasp from her lips.
She was leaning back on me now; her face cosseted into my neck, small pants escaping her lips as her body responded to my touch.
“Does that feel good, Elsie? Do you want me to keep going?”
No words came out, just a shaky nod of her head.
“I need to hear you, Elsie. Tell me yes, tell me you want me to pleasure you.”
“Yes, please…” she choked out.
I hummed my pleasure at her willingness to let me touch her. She was so innocent, so unique. Nothing like the other women I’d been with. She experienced the world in a different way, and I wanted her to hear the songs in her mind when she came.
“I’m going to reach under your shorts and I’m going to touch your pussy now. Do you understand?”
I accepted her nod this time; her consent was an understanding between us.
Siding down her soft stomach, I slid my fingers below the elastic band of her sleep shorts, under the tiny cotton bikini panties she wore. She wasn’t bare, but nicely trimmed. I liked that. It felt like I was holding a real woman.
When my finger slipped between her folds and around her clit, she arched up, her legs spreading wider, her face pressing harder against my neck. She was so wet. So warm.
Her reaction was heady. My breath came in fast huffs. I wanted to be in there more than anything, but I wanted to see her come first–feel her clench around my hand. She needed to know what she could expect before she decided about me.
Because I knew if I did this with her, it would be no one-time thing. It’d be real.
“That feel good, baby?” When she nodded, I slipped my finger inside her and pressed my palm against her clit. Rotating my hand, I held onto her waist as she squirmed with pleasure. She was panting even heavier now, her hand reaching up to tug on my hair.
“I…please. Please don’t stop.”
“Never,” I whispered against her temple, increasing the speed of my hand and pinching her nipple harder.
It wasn’t long before her body rocked, her hips moving of their own volition, and her pussy clenching down on my finger.
She screamed against my shoulder when she came. I felt ten feet tall when her juices squished against my palm.
I slowed down my movements, letting her experience the aftershocks. When her body stilled, I pulled out my hand and licked my finger clean, tasting the juice of her orgasm. I almost burst, experiencing her flavor.
Elsie looked at me as I tasted her, her eyes round with shock, her mouth hanging open.
“You taste amazing.” Nuzzling my nose against her cheek, I said, “I want to taste you with my tongue. I want to suck on your clit and feel your legs squeeze me.”
Her mouth was still open when she let out a strangled, “Okay.” Her brain was obviously not firing on all cylinders yet. I did this to her. Me. Skyler the man, not the lead singer for MD, not the sex god on the front page of the tabloids.
“That was amazing. So much better than when I do it myself!” She sounded like a five-year-old who’d just gotten off a carousel for the first time. Excited to go again.
I laughed, my head tilting back. “I should hope so!”
“What are you two doing up there?” A deep voice called out from the darkness beyond her private balcony. Elsie jerked and stood up, tugging at her close as she separated herself from me. I immediately missed her warm body weight on top of mine.
“Who’s down there?” Frowning, I moved toward the edge of the balcony, looking below. I wasn’t ready to have whatever this was between me and Elsie out in the open. I wasn’t sure how she felt about it, but my first instinct was to protect her.
“It’s just Rush, man.” He sounded annoyed, which pissed me off. Who was interrupting whose evening here?
I
looked down and saw him in the shadows. He was dressed in a bathing suit and holding a towel.
“What the fuck, Rush? How long have you been standing down there?” I demanded. What did he see?
“Not long. I was just coming to look at the pool, see if there was a hot tub when I heard voices.”
“Yeah, well, there’s no hot tub. Get back to the cabin. This is Elsie’s private area.” I didn’t know if they considered this Elsie’s area, but in my head, it was now.
“Yeah, yeah. Get a grip, Dalton. There’s nothing to do around here, and it’s driving me crazy. I’m going to the pool; ain’t nobody said I can’t do that,” Rush said, clearly annoyed as he stomped off toward the lighted pool.
“That was close,” Elsie sighed quietly.
“I’m sorry about him.”
“You keep apologizing for him. Is he like this on tour?” Elsie asked.
“The tour we had was so short, I can’t really say. I’m still getting to know these dudes. Camille had more to do with picking them than I did.” I was ashamed to admit when it came time to go into the studio, I’d wanted nothing to do with picking my backup crew. I kept holding out that Jake and Zeke would get on board, and with Benny being gone, I just let Camille do the dirty work.
“At least they don’t suck at their job,” Elsie conceded.
I could concede that. Rush was a damn talented bass player; that fact made it easier to put up with his shit.
“Come on.” I grabbed Elsie’s hand and pulled her toward the sliding glass door, into her bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I took her shoulders in my hands and kissed her temple. She smelled like cantaloupe and strawberries. Fresh. “I should get going, let you get some sleep.”
Elsie nodded and stepped back from me, her hands wrapping around her waist.
“Until tomorrow night?” Her voice was soft, filled with hope.
I smiled, touched her face on the scarred side, and kissed her gently.
“Until tomorrow, sweet thing.”
Orgasm Sale
Elsie
Upon waking, I was greeted by the early morning sun sifting through the drapes. I rubbed my eyes and tried to wake up. What time was it? Did I sleep the whole morning away? Was I up late last night?
My body jerked upright. I remember. I was up all night writing songs after spending the evening with Skyler on the balcony.
He kissed me.
He touched me.
Like, really touched me.
The sex god of my dreams played my body like a fiddle and I let him. I came all over his hand and he’d licked his fingers after. He licked his fingers!
Fear rippled down my spine. We’d been getting closer over the last few weeks, and my attraction to him grew out of control. And so had my feelings. I’d never been so unsure of myself.
How did he feel about me? He’d touched me, sure. But did he feel the same way I did or was it more out of curiosity or pity? Oh, God, I wouldn’t be able to handle it if he felt pity.
Insecurity swept through my body, and I cringed. We’d been talking about our romantic relationships—or lack of, in my case. Was he just trying to prove a point?
Ripping off the duvet, I stripped from my sleep shorts and camisole as I stomped into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. Seeing myself in the full-length mirror, I frowned. I was tan from being in the desert sun and the mottled skin stood out even more.
Why would he want to touch this?
Shaking myself, I tried to think of something else and stepped under the water. I took a quick shower, not allowing myself to think about how Skyler’s hands had felt on my body. I dried off and brushed my hair, leaving it in a wet bun on the top of my head. I dressed for the day in a pair of long black leggings and a thin, long-sleeved t-shirt.
What was he going to say when he saw me? What was I going to say to him?
‘Hey there… Thanks for the orgasm. Are they on sale this week?’
Rounding the corner into my kitchen, I stopped suddenly, almost tripping over myself.
Skyler was standing at the stove, cooking eggs, wearing nothing but a loose pair of jeans hanging off his lean hips. Even his feet were bare. God, they were sexy. How the hell did a man have sexy feet?
His back was covered in a bright tattoo of the Sistine Chapel ceiling. I wanted to touch it, right where God’s hand touched Adam’s. I wanted to run my hands over every line of the clouds and the angels.
I wondered if it tasted as bright as the colors. Would it be sacrilegious to lick a tattooed image of God? His muscles rippled gently as he stirred the eggs in front of him, giving his ink the illusion of life.
Clenching my legs together, I tried to subvert my body’s natural reaction to so much masculine beauty. It wasn’t fair.
Shaking my head to clear my mind, I opened the fridge and grabbed orange juice. He heard me and turned.
He was smiling.
At me.
After giving me the best orgasm of my life last night.
My return smile was shy. I couldn’t meet his eyes as I walked to the cupboard and pulled out a glass. I poured the orange juice and took a deep drink, the sharp tang flavor distracting me from the heat surging through my muscles.
“Good morning,” Skyler’s voice was soft. He slid up next to me and pushed a rogue strand of hair behind my ear.
“Good morning to you,” I responded, but didn’t turn to him, a flush creeping up into my face.
When I couldn’t meet his gaze directly, Skyler put aside the eggs and turned off the burner. He stepped behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders, gently squeezing as he turned me to face him.
“Is something wrong?”
“No,” I squeaked.
“Don’t lie to me, baby girl. Remember, that’s one of your rules?” Skyler tucked his hand beneath my chin and lifted my face, forcing my eyes to meet his. His look was one of concern; I sighed, putting the orange juice down on the counter.
“I just… last night. You didn’t have to do what you did.” My voice was small, scared.
His laugh was soft. “I know that. I wanted to. Didn’t you? Shit… are you regretting it?” His features scrunched with sincere concern.
“No!” I grabbed his arms; he couldn’t think that!
“Then what’s got you hiding those beautiful eyes from me?” He leaned forward and kissed my forehead, melting my insides.
“It’s just… you really wanted to? It wasn’t because I’m some sorry twenty-four-year-old virgin?”
Skyler’s eyebrows arched in surprise.
“Listen to me. I don’t do things I don’t want to do. I do not pity you.”
I scoffed.
“Hey!” Skyler pulled my hips tightly against him, his voice was low and so sexy, “You feel that, baby girl?”
The bulge in his jeans made it clear, in no uncertain terms, he wanted me.
“You do that to me. Now, I get you might be insecure about this…” His fingers gently touched the marred skin on my face. “But I don’t give one shit. I barely see it. Frankly, I can hardly get past lookin’ at your amazing tits.” His eyes dropped to my heaving chest, “and this glorious ass, I just want to bite into like a Georgia peach,” his hands reached down to cup my more than generous back end, “and your eyes. Christ, your eyes. I could drown in them and die a lucky man.”
Taking a minute, I absorbed his words.
Tits and ass?
I couldn’t help myself–I laughed. Any other woman might’ve found it crude, but it was blessedly normal to be wanted for my assets. Like I was any other woman, and he was any other man.
“There’s more than just my body…” I reminded him, my smile coy.
“Well, I may be obsessed with this ass…” he squeezes my firm cheeks again, “and these gorgeous tits…” leaning down, he buried his face between my breasts and shook his head, making me giggle. “But you’re a goddamn genius, El. Watching you do what you do so flawlessly, without shoving it in everyone’s face, includin
g mine, is damn sexy. You’re so refreshing. Like a glass of cool lemonade after days in the desert, baby.”
I loved hearing him call me baby. It was so sexy in that deep voice of his, sending shivers down my spine. His words had me speechless. They repeated over and over in my mind like a song.
He wanted me. Tits. Ass. Mind. Maybe it is in that order, but hey, he’s a dude.
Tracing my fingers along his collarbone, I felt his hot, soft skin.
“You turn me on, too.”
It was Skyler’s turn to smile. His eyes danced in amusement.
“Is that so?” His arms wrapped around me, forcing my breasts against his chest.
“Yeah. And not just because you’re a big bad rock star.” Skyler rolled his eyes. “Though, I should probably come clean with you.” I gritted my teeth. I had to tell him. Before he saw it or Amelia teased me about it in front of him. She could only contain her crazy self for so long.
“Come clean? About what?” Skyler leaned back, his forehead creased in worry. He looked scared that I was going to confess I had a tail or something.
Taking a deep sigh, I confessed.
“I have a life-size cardboard cutout of you in my bedroom closet.” I could feel the blush take over my entire face.
Skyler’s lips arched into a huge smile and he laughed hysterically.
“What?”
“Don’t laugh!” I slapped his gorgeous chest. Oh, it was so hard with muscle… “My father brought it home when I was a teenager and obsessed with MD. I’m a fan. Okay?”
Skyler’s face dropped and his eyes clouded. “Are you just a fan now, Elsie?”
Was that insecurity I saw in his eyes?
It was my turn to reassure him.
“No, I think I’m more than that now. Much more.” I reached up on my tippy toes and gently kissed his lips. His arms wrapped around me, kissing me hard and deep. When he stepped back, his smile was mischievous.
“I gotta see this!” Then he took off running.
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