by Gabrielle G
She turns her head slightly to talk to me, and I bend over to take every word she wants to give me. “If you continue, I’m going to come.”
As much as that was my plan, I don’t want anybody but me to see her come. “Do not come for everybody to see, love.”
But I feel her whimpering against me and I know she’s close, too close to stop the waves spreading in her. Turning her around in a sharp movement, I cup her pussy at the same time her head hits my chest. My other arm envelops her to shelter her from the others dancing in the room. I push my hand against her core, my palm rubbing her clit and the tips of my finger pushing the fabrics of her clothes inside her. She comes, her face hidden and her warm body melting against mine.
“Fuck, love, I know I said I wouldn’t, but I need to fuck you.”
9
Anna
I’m impetuously kissing Dan against a door. He dragged me off the dance floor as soon as I could walk, mumbling something about killing anybody who saw my flushed skin, and once in his suite, he pinned me against the door.
Dan Darling is a kissing god I can’t stop touching. As our kiss deepens, some guttural sounds of lust come from my throat, and I never want it to end. I wrap one leg around him while one of his hands finds my ass and the other make its way under my skirt. He leaves my lips to kiss my neck, my collarbone, the upper part of my chest.
“Strip.”
Peeling the T-shirt from my body, I obey. His hand reaches higher, and when his fingers are high enough to feel my desire, he groans.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers. The tip of his tongue licks my cleavage then the contours of my bra. His fingers go up a little more and discover the underwear I’m not wearing. “Fuck, you drive me nuts.”
He slides one finger in me, and I buck forward. But as his tongue licks its way up to my lips, I drag him closer to kiss him again. I’m not sure what my hands are doing. I don’t pay attention to my moves. Only his. How I feel, how he makes me feel. A second finger thrusts in me and I moan. He puts them in so deep I can almost feel his whole hand trying to get in. His thumb touches my clit, and my pussy tightens around him.
“I don’t want to come yet,” I plead. But Dan doesn’t care.
“I want to feel you come, love.”
He kneels, brings my skirt to my hips, and wets a third finger with my desire. But that finger finds my back entrance, and I scream with pleasure and surprise. His expert tongue finds my clit, while his three fingers fill me.
“You taste so good, Anna love. My favorite taste in the world!” He takes my clit between his teeth while all his fingers go deeper.
I can’t control my body or my mind, and I shake uncontrollably, shouting what I believe is his name while Dan makes me come, rocking my body against his mouth and fingers. Every cell in my body is screaming “Yes!” That tongue of his is magical, and his fingers… shit, I should have banged a musician a long time ago.
Dan comes back to his feet and delivers me from his hold. He kisses me, his eyes dark with desire. “Hi, Anna love.”
He caresses my arms, and I gulp. Tonight, is the night I sleep with a rock star. I don’t care if he stalked me, I don’t care if he discards me afterward, I have no self-respect anymore. I just need to have his dick inside me.
“We got carried away,” I say.
“Want to be carried away a little more?”
And then, without any warning for my lady parts, Dan grabs his T-shirt by the collar and pulls it off. He unbuttons his jeans and lets them fall to the floor. My brain is screaming, “DAN FUCKING DARLING IS IN HIS UNDERWEAR FOR YOU,” and as if his perfect chest and his mouth-worthy body aren’t sexy enough, he strokes himself through his underwear. Eyes wide, mouth agape, I gasp. I could come just watching him.
“Take off your skirt, love!”
I unzip my skirt and let it go. I’m only in my bra and shoes, but the way Dan is looking at me, I feel like a million bucks. I’m in shape for almost forty, but I never thought I would feel so confident standing in front of someone who fucks a lot of perfect bodies.
Dan reaches for my back and unclips my bra. His fingers delicately remove the straps from my arms, grazing my skin. When I’m finally naked, I touch the hem of his boxers and play with the elastic. I pull it down slowly and free his ass first, wondering if he would like me to let a finger linger where he touched me before. He steps closer, and I feel his hard cock against me. I don’t need much more to want him deep inside me. Yanking off his briefs, I release him and take him in my hands right way.
I want to see his cock. All I can think about is what if I never see it again and my friends ask, and I say I didn’t look at Dan Darling’s cock! I push him away a little and look down.
He laughs. “I can send you a dick pic if you want to see it so much.”
But I’m dead serious. It’s magnificent.
Dicks aren’t my favorite thing on a man’s body. I love asses, biceps, abs.
But Dan’s dick? Forget musician, he should model. If I had a dick pic, I would print it, frame it, and look at it every day in my office.
“Would you?” I ask.
“Hmm, no. Imagine if the press gets it?”
“Nothing to be ashamed of.”
I’m still stroking him, and he groans with a deep voice. We walk toward the bed and fall on it, kissing.
“You're so beautiful,” he says before kissing every inch of my body. When he arrives at my feet, he removes my shoes, stands in front of me, and looks at me with the devilish smile only he can give. “You are perfect, love.”
He jumps onto the bed, scaring me, so I cover my face and scream. He can be so sweet and so crazy at the same time. Laughing, he removes my hands and kisses my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, and finally my mouth.
From his nightstand, he grabs a condom and unwraps it. “Is that what you want, love?”
I nod, but I can’t answer. I’m about to fuck a rock star, and I’m a little scared I won’t be good at it. Me, the one who taught Joel everything he knows. Me, the queen of one-night stands since my divorce. Me, the one who pushed Julie to enjoy sex. I’m nervous to be in bed with Dan Darling.
“Anna love, what is it?”
How do you tell a man that you’re afraid to disappoint him between the sheets? How do you say to a sex god, you might not be as good as he thinks you are?
But I guess Dan can read me, because he kisses the top of my nose and says, “I’m nervous too. I never felt this way before. Do you want me to stop?”
And isn’t that the sweetest fucking thing a man has ever asked me?
“No, I want you.” I open my legs for him.
His tip penetrates me as his mouth sucks on my nipple. My hands on his lower back push him inside me, and I arch to take all of him. He reaches deep and I envelop him, not willing for any part of my skin to not touch him. He moves his hips slowly, and my body shivers. His face is just above mine, and when our eyes meet, I get lost in him. I wrap my legs around him, my ankles crossing behind his back. He comes out of me and pushes back in even deeper. I throw my arms around his neck, our eyes still locked.
“I’m close,” I tell him.
“I know,” he growls.
I chuckle. How can he be so obnoxious and sweet at the same time? He goes out and in again and brings a hand to my back to carry me to him. He moves onto his knees and makes me squat on him, holding his shoulders for balance.
I’ve never been so intimate with someone. I swirl myself around and rock back and forth. What I feel is more intense than ever before. He kisses my neck and grabs my ass to be sure I don’t fall. My climax is building and I lose my rhythm, but Dan has me. He moves my whole body for me to come. Waves spread through me, waterfalls burst out of me, and I fall deep. Dan pushes me back so he’s on top of me again, and while I clench around him, he thrusts hard, making me lose all control. I scream his name even louder than before.
I lose track of where I am and even maybe who I am. I think I black out.
; He shivers and kisses my neck gently, his hands brushing my hair. “Fuck, that was epic!”
It was indeed. It was intense and intimate, and he was right—I’d never come that way before.
“So I know for future encounters,” I say smugly, “was that you not fucking me or were you making love to me?”
He groans then kisses my forehead before falling onto the bed, discarding the condom, and bringing me to his chest. Each of our heads on a pillow, Dan and I are facing each other, our noses almost touching as his fingers trace my collarbone. Dan is looking at me, and I’m a little scared at what he can see. I have trouble with people looking into my eyes. I always feel as though they want to suck the soul out of me.
I don’t really know what I’m afraid of. But what comes after having sex with Dan Darling? I’ve always had trouble knowing how to act after giving so much of myself. Things are easy with one-night stands—I get up and leave. That’s one of the reasons why I never have sex at my place. It’s easier to leave than to kick someone out. So right now, that’s what I should do. Leave.
But when I move a little, Dan squeezes my shoulder and shakes his head, his eyes still on me.
“Okay,” I murmur.
We stay like this for a few more minutes or maybe hours, I’m not sure. It seems like an eternity, but it feels right.
“So tell me about you?” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.
“Not much to say.” I don’t like speaking about myself. I’m not from any specific place because we moved so much. I don’t talk about my parents because there is nothing to say. When I talk about Ol, people always wonder why we’re so close. Being ignored by parents and dragged from country to country will do that to you. I have a job, an apartment, I’m divorced, and that’s about it. “What about you? Who is Dan Darling? How in the world did your parents choose that name?”
He laughs. “You really think Dan Darling is my birth name? You’re precious, Anna love.”
I pout. “Okay, lay it out then.”
“Daniel is my middle name, and Darling my mother’s maiden name. My father always called me Daniel instead of Wesley, and my mother called me Darling Devil. When Art and Lars became part of my life, she made it plural. We loved the name so much that we used it. I changed my name to Dan Darling when I was eighteen.” He has a strange vulnerability to him, as if speaking about him isn’t something he regularly does.
“So your name is Wesley? Wesley what?”
“Moore.”
I know I shouldn’t be laughing, but this feels like a huge revelation. The same as knowing that Indiana is the name of the dog in the Jones family.
“Wesley Daniel Moore is a sexy name. Does anybody call you Wes?”
“My mom when she’s mad, but as I’m a forty-year-old man, that doesn’t happen much anymore. Tell me something only a few people know about you, Anna love.”
“I used to sing,” I blurt. I feel ridiculous sharing that with him though. I’m not a great singer, especially compared to him or anybody he knows in the business.
“Sing?”
I blush, hiding my face in my hands.
“Tell me,” he insists, peeling off my fingers and kissing them, one after the other.
I sigh. Here goes nothing. “When I was a little girl, I sang all the damn time up until high school and even into college. But then I met Scumbag, and he hated me singing, so I stopped. Not that I would have made a career out of it, but I liked to sing. It was one of my ways to express myself. Since the divorce, I tried to sing again, but it seems I can’t anymore.”
“I hope I can hear you sing one day. Maybe you can even record with us?” Dan says, stroking my cheek. I roll my eyes while he brings his lips to mine, before we lose each other in a kiss so intimate that I know, I could indeed find my voice again with this insane man.
10
Dan
“Not so fast or I won’t last long.”
Anna decided to wake me with a blow job, and even after the couple of hours of sleep we had, I know I can come in her mouth like a virgin touched for the very first time.
She puts her mouth on my head while gripping my shaft. Her hand jerks me slowly while her head moves up and down. Then her hand cups my base and squeezes. I have never felt such pressure. It seems as if all the blood in my body goes to one head while my brain is emptied of oxygen. Her tongue swirls around my tip as if I am a giant lollipop before she takes me whole again, faster, deep in her throat.
“Turn around.” I want to finger her while she finishes sucking me.
When she obeys me, I love the view. Her pussy is the prettiest pink I’ve ever seen and so wet that I can’t resist putting my hands on her hips and bringing her to sit on my face. She can’t suck me as deeply anymore, but I don’t mind. My priority is to taste her and make her moan before creaming her throat. I devoured her last night, but now I want to linger.
I bring my face as close as possible but stop, waiting for her to put her lips on mine. She moves slowly, rubbing herself against my unshaved chin. Once my tongue is out, I trace circles in slow and steady motions, like a feather on her most sensitive part. She moans and lets my dick go but continues stroking with her hand. I can already see her contracting with pleasure, telling me she wants more. Flicking the hood of her clit to tease her, I bury my face inside her. I’m in citrus heaven. I can’t understand how she tastes like tangerines, but having her sitting on me feels like I’m roaming a Californian grove.
She takes me back in her mouth and pumps me hard and fast while I lick her from clit to bottom then back, taking her clit between my teeth and rolling it. I want her to beg me to stop, but she doesn’t and applies the same kind of torture on my shaft, licking, stroking, squeezing. I come hard in her, my come dripping from the corners of her mouth. That’s when she comes, and to my surprise, a warmer, sweeter taste explodes all over my mouth, as if she’d just served me lemonade.
“Dan!” she rasps, riding my face before falling limp on the bed.
I wipe my mouth with my arm. “Come here. Are you okay?”
“I’m not sure I ever had such intense oral sex.” She sighs.
“Me neither, love. You gave me so much right now, and I think my head could live between your legs!” I tuck her into my chest before kissing the top of her head.
“Which head?” she asks playfully.
“Both, Anna love, both.”
Fucking exhausted, we drift away, holding tightly to each other.
“Breakfast?”
“Dan, I should get going.” Anna is adjusting her clothes in front of the mirror.
She’s much more distant than last night, miles away from the flirty complicity we found. Her eyes are colder and her lips pinched. I can feel her walls rising back up, and I don’t like it one bit, so I step behind her, still in my underwear, and wrap my arms around her.
“Please have breakfast with me.”
She bites her bottom lip, something she does when she’s unsure what she should do.
“Please?”
Her shoulders slump, her chin trembles a little, and she sighs dejectedly. “Don’t you think it will be harder later if I stay?”
“Anna, please have breakfast with me.” My voice is flat and doesn’t show the soreness I feel in my throat or in my lungs. I don’t want her to leave, but I don’t want her to stay because she thinks she’s hurting me. I want her to stay because she wants to.
“Dan, it was fun but…” She swallows hard.
I rest my head on her shoulder and breathe her in. “It was more than fun. It was meant to be. I’m leaving for LA today, then I have this European tour. I’ll try to come back as soon as I can—if you’ll have me of course—but I’m just asking for breakfast for now.”
Wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, she nods and tries to smile. “I want waffles.”
“Waffles coming right up, love.” I kiss the top of her head and call room service.
I’m relieved she’s staying, even though I know it�
�s only pushing back our separation for a few hours. I met her too late for me to reorganize my trip. I have to go back to LA before flying to Paris next week, then we embark on a three-week tour, ending up in London to record our album. While I’m in London, of course I’ll have to see my father. He’s not my favorite to spend time with or talk to, but I’ll need to give him what he wants and make sure he respects his part of our deal.
While Anna is in the bathroom, trying to refresh her clothes as best she can, I send him a text to confirm I’ll be in London soon.
Dan Moore: Great son. Your stepmother will be happy to see you.
I’m sure she would. She’s always happy to see me and ask me what my money can offer her, while my father raises an eyebrow and makes sure I give her what she wants. It’s a complicated relationship nobody knows about, something that never was in the press and never will be. I pay a lot for it not to.
As Anna comes back in the bedroom, I pocket my phone and push away thoughts of my father and his wife.
“Is everything all right?” Anna inquires, eyeing me suspiciously.
“Of course.”
“If you changed your mind, I could go,” she says, smoothing her still-wrinkled skirt.
“I asked you to stay, let’s not go over it again. Now come here, let’s talk about us.”
“Us?” She comes closer, frowning.
“Yes, as in you and me. Us.” I breathe in, trying to calm my buzzing head and not lash out at her. I’m irritated, but I tell myself it’s not her fault. It’s me, always me.
“Us,” she whispers as if she’s trying to convince herself there is an us.