Fan Girl

by Brandace Morrow

  I grab her arm as we go up and lean close to her ear to yell, “Why are we in VIP?”

  She looks at me and says excitedly, “Bobby got me in! He had to work and already had the tickets for the New Year’s bash. Yay for us!”

  Okay that was pretty cool of Bobby. I ask her, “Am I your plus one?”

  She nods and laughs. “You aren’t getting a midnight kiss from me, though. Find your own.” I roll my eyes and take in all that is VIP. It looks like there may be athletes of some kind in the corner, and everyone else looks like they’re either celebrities or wannabes. There are U-shaped couches all along the wall creating separate seating areas. The middle is a dance floor, and along the same wall as the stairs is the bar. There are waitresses everywhere with little tiny drink trays.

  We snatch a seat in the middle. Naturally, Stacie would pick where the most light was to better showcase her wares. A waitress comes to us within minutes, and I order us glasses of merlot. Stacie gives an eye roll and orders the bottle instead. When we get our drinks Stacie wants to dance, so we quickly down our glasses and get to the dance floor.

  Slipping and sliding on the bodies next to us, the temperature rises. The dance floor below is packed and the heat is sweltering, despite the air conditioning. Luckily, I have learned to dance in the years that followed my transformation. We dance song after song with a ton of guys, some girls, and each other. Before long I’m overheated and suggest a drink. Stacie has a tag along, as is evident when she sits down in our booth on his lap instead of on the couch.

  We grab the bottle of wine and, between the three of us, it’s gone in minutes. The guy, I haven’t gotten his name, orders two more. He’s in light grey slacks and a dark grey button-down shirt. He’s got white blond hair and is the total opposite of Stacie’s type. She goes for the Johnny to her Olivia, usually. Then again she’s got dark hair, so maybe she’s playing with the opposite thing.

  I worked up quite a thirst while dancing, causing me to chug the expensive wine like water. Two bottles are gone in a flash, and I’m getting dragged out onto the floor again. When I stand, I’m as unsteady on my stilettos as Stacie, but she’s in her giggly ditz mode and just uses that to pull the guy closer. I start dancing to one of the sexiest songs I know by Lorde when I feel hands behind me. Those hands go all over the unprotected tattoo on my back, then skim the lines of the dress with just fingertips. I’m thinking this guy —I hope it’s a guy— is trying to seduce me, and in my buzzed state, I hope like hell he’s hot. I feel him come up behind me as he puts his hands on my waist to pull me back into him. He’s tall, I can feel his chin on my head behind my temples. I haven’t turned around because if he’s a creeper I don’t want to know just yet. He can dance, that’s for sure. He puts one knee between mine, and we roll to the beat of the song. I can smell him. He smells like Diesel cologne, which is the scent that always makes me want to bite something. It’s the scent all hot guys should wear, as far as I’m concerned. I look down to see his hands. They’re pulling on my waist and rubbing over my stomach at intervals. I can feel his fingertips catching on the material of my dress like he’s got calluses. His watch is silver, and he has his sleeves rolled up his arms. I notice he has some tattoos.

  I look up when a flash of red catches my eye. Stacie is standing in front of me with a look of horror on her face. Her boy toy is pulling her against him and trying to get her to dance, but she’s stopped. I give her a questioning look that says, ‘Is he ugly?’ She shakes her head no frantically and slaps the guy behind her with her hair. He spins her around and I have nothing to go on. Okay, he’s not ugly. Perfect. But why the look? I don’t want to turn around and have a nice thing interrupted, so I just keep dancing.

  I feel one of his hands leave my stomach, then my hair gets pushed off of one shoulder and onto the other. Goose bumps appear all along my arms because he’s nuzzling my ear with his nose. He slides it down and starts kissing my neck. I push my butt into his front, and he tightens his arm around me, pulling me back as he opens his mouth. I can feel his tongue as he kisses up and down my neck, from ear to shoulder and back again.

  The smell of him, the buzz that’s turning into tipsy, and if I’m not mistaken, the tongue ring on my neck, is making me dance more aggressively. I push back more, and he pushes forward countering me. I close my eyes, lean my head back against a rock hard chest, and go with the music as the lights start to spin around me. I hear him murmur something in my ear, but the music is too loud so I just shake my head and keep dancing.

  He leans back to move the hair from my shoulder and kiss that side of my neck. I tilt my head to let him. He doesn’t let go of my hair, though. He bunches it in his fist and pulls my head back, tightening his fist, but not painfully. My lips part at the dominant gesture. Who knew I would like that? I’m admittedly inexperienced, so I go with what feels good. He sucks my neck and rolls his tongue along the sensitive tendons at my shoulder.

  By the fourth song we’re both breathing hard. I can’t hear it, but I can feel him panting behind me. He takes the hand that’s not in my hair and holds my jaw, thumb on one side, long fingers on the other, then angles my head to the side. I open my eyes enough to see a white collar, tan skin, and dark hair that’s shining with the lights of the club. Before I know it, he’s biting my bottom lip then sucking it into his mouth. He releases and immediately sticks his tongue in my mouth. I was right about the tongue ring. When it clashes together with mine his finger grip tighter, and he kisses me deeper. He tastes like alcohol, maybe scotch or something, and mint.

  I curl my hand around his neck and pull him closer. He’s so tall. He pulls away suddenly and straightens, grabbing my hand. He pulls me down the stairs, and I take in his white collared shirt and black dress pants. He does have dark hair, I was right about that too. Where the hell am I going with someone when I don’t even know what they look like? Didn’t I already do this?

  As we leave through a side door, I see people exiting an elevator at the end of the hall. He starts pulling me faster so that we’re both jogging to get to the doors before they close.

  We make it, barely. I feel the doors shut inches from my back. I walk to the back of the small space as he pushes a button. As I’m turning, he pushes me back against the wall putting a hand on the back of my head so it doesn’t crash into it. I think absently that it was a sweet gesture before his tongue is in my mouth again. He rolls his body against mine, and my breath stutters. It starts with his head connecting with mine, then his chest, stomach, hips all the way down to his knees. One of his knees is wedged between my legs and there’s pressure right there.

  He tightens the hand on the back of my head to tug at my hair, just as the door dings signaling our floor. He’s gone in a flash, and I’m jogging behind his long legs as they rush down the hall. He gets the door open before I get around him to see his face. I’m becoming alarmed that this is going to happen and again, I’m not going to know who I slept with.

  I follow the guy from the sitting room into the bedroom, mainly because he hasn’t let go of my hand yet. At the foot of the bed he spins, puts his hands under my pits, and tosses me on the bed. I land on my back and bounce. Managing to keep my legs closed, I quickly look up at my Don Juan. If he’s gross I’m out.

  But when I do look up and finally catch his features, I feel my skin turn pale and my stomach sink. I look all over him for confirmation, and that he’s not just a look alike, or that in my drunk state I’m projecting or something. He undoes a few buttons of his white shirt with one tattooed hand and one un-inked. Then he yanks both that and the undershirt over his head.

  Nope. I know those tattoos. I have backlit posters of famous people’s art on the walls of my shop. His chest and back are up there. He’s got black scrollwork with blue accents on one side of his chest, down his right arm and all the way across his upper back, tapering off the lower it goes. On his left arm is more tribal design.

  How in the HELL did I manage to get into Deklan Thomas’ hotel room
?! I stare wide-eyed at him as his eyes are roaming my body. “Holy shit,” he whispers. That is so my line. His eyes seem to be florescent green, they’re so bright. His dark hair is done in a James Dean roll on top of his head and he’s clean shaven. His cheekbones and jaw are so sharp he looks like a model.

  I start to feel lightheaded so I take a deep breath. Deklan gets on his hands and knees and prowls up the bed to me. His muscles all flex and loosen as he moves. I am fascinated. His forearms are veined and corded with muscles. I can see the band on his underwear sticking out of his black pants.

  When he gets to me, I breathe in. That perfect scent again. Of course he would wear it. He lies beside me, leaning on his forearm, with one hip on the bed. His other hand palms the side of my face, moving me toward him. I go willingly, because this is like some dream that I’m going to wake up from.

  This man, that I’ve harbored a crush on for over ten years, is finally noticing me. And he’s still the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, that’s for damn sure. He brings our lips slowly together, and it’s the best kiss in the history of kisses. I see bright lights in different colors behind my eyes. It’s close mouthed, no tongues, but it doesn’t even matter. Deklan pulls back, and I open my eyes to see the colors are on his skin too.

  “Happy New Year,” he tells me in a deep growl before swooping down and plundering my mouth. Right, fireworks.

  He leans further onto my body, sliding his hand under my knee, and raising my leg until it rests on his hip. Then he slowly glides his hand up my leg, hesitating on my thigh before diving under my skirt, gathering the hem and sliding it over my butt. I feel his fingers flex on my ass as he rocks into me and groans.

  Deklan moves his hand higher until he gets to the band of my black thong. He traces light fingertips over my hip, then back again. I could die right now, and it would be fantastic. Suddenly he sits up on his knees and reaches behind me to slip the dress over my shoulders, using the fact that it’s backless to his advantage. There’s only one lamp on the nightstand, casting shadows, giving off little more than what a glow from a candle would, and bathing us in a golden field.

  As he lifts it, the sleeves are tight so they have to be peeled off. When I’m lying on the bed in nothing but a thong and shiny silver shoes, he moves between my legs. My knees are raised, but together, and he puts his hands in between my legs, applying slight pressure in his request, “Open for me baby.” I take a deep breath and relax my muscles, opening myself up to his hips. His knees widen and slide under my legs until they’re on either side of my hips.

  Deklan raises his chest and his lust filled eyes follow his hands as they move over my body. From my knees, up to my thighs, over my hips and across stomach muscles that twitch in response. I can feel the callouses on his hands, the marks of any good musician, and the tiny hairs on my body raise in response, making me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt. He lightly runs them over my nipples, then across my shoulders, before palming the back of my head with both hands and lifting me up. My legs instinctively tighten on his hips, and I grab onto his flexed biceps, squeezing tight as he brings our faces together again.

  Okay that was the Hottest. Thing. Ever. As I squeeze my legs tighter, it brings our bodies flush together, and I gasp. Since I’m not wearing much of anything, I can feel that he’s definitely turned on. He’s sitting on his heels, with his knees spread. I’m on top of him but he’s so big our heads are level with each other. He gives half a smile before rolling his hips and kissing me again. I think this is the only time I would be able to be eye level with him. Or lip level, as it were.

  One hand leaves my hair to grip the small of my back, pulling me into him. Our cores connect, and we moan into each other’s mouths as we do it again and again. I feel like I can’t breathe so I break the kiss by turning my head, and Deklan seizes the opportunity to kiss down my neck. He finds a sensitive spot behind my ear that I’ve never noticed before, and I shiver. I feel his teeth as he smiles and continues to trace that spot over and over with his tongue. I shiver again and rock harder against him. One of my hands is around his neck, and the other is holding on to his flexed bicep.

  He finally moves on, right before I turn into a puddle, and works his way down. First to my collarbone, then to my breasts. I gasp loudly as he sucks a nipple into his mouth and flicks it with his tongue ring repeatedly. He releases it with a pop, then moves to the other nipple to do the same thing. I buck up against him as he lightly bites the tip instead of letting it go, and he groans deep in his throat.

  Deklan lays me down, bringing both of his arms under my arms causing my breasts to plump up. Propped up with his elbows on either side of me, he gazes into my eyes for a half second, before letting himself down onto me. He’s now between my legs, with his stomach flush against mine.

  He feasts on me like he’s starving, and I watch, because I’m not crazy. Deklan, of my dreams, is between my legs, and I’m not going to miss a second. His eyes stay on me too, as he molds my breasts with his hands, and flicks the tips with his tongue ring before sucking them into his mouth. His cheeks hollow out, and I think I get why guys think that’s so hot now. I’m fighting the urge for my eyes to roll back in my head as sensation runs down to my core.

  Deklan moves down my stomach and tongues my belly ring, dipping his tongue into my navel again and again. I’m out of breath way before he gets to my underwear. He tips his head to the side and slowly pulls them down my legs with the straps hooked in his thumbs. He isn’t moving to get out of the way of my legs, so to speed things along, I bend my knees so get them off. I struggle to remove them from my heels, but when I try to lower my legs, Deklan catches the back of my thighs in his hands and holds them straight up.

  Lifting my head to see what he’s doing, I feel his grip get tight on my thighs, then press them up against my chest. I gasp when I feel his lips on my lips… down there. Then he’s making out with me again, just with a different part of my body this time. He places hot, wet, open-mouth kisses all over where I need him to. My eyes roll back as sparks fly through me.

  He finally spreads my legs and throws my stiletto covered feet over his shoulders, pulling me by the hips into his mouth. I squirm until he gets his tongue ring under my clit and sucks. A squeak escapes as I try to scream but can’t get enough air. Deklan rides it out until the last wave is gone from my body, and I really am a puddle. He gives me one more kiss and then brings his head up to mine. I can see his lips and chin are shiny with my juices, and I shiver.

  “See how good you taste baby?” he asks me before kissing me again.

  My mind is blown. He groans when I suck his bottom lip into my mouth. I feel one of his hands disappear from the side of me and then the other arm is gone too and he’s sitting up. I look down my body at him, and see he’s got his belt undone and has already pulled a condom from his wallet. He’s watching me as he tosses it to the side of the bed and unzips his zipper.

  He slides off the end of the bed, then pushes his black boxer briefs off too. I swallow hard. Okay, I know I’m not a virgin, but it must be noted that I don’t remember my first and only experience. One thing I do know is that was years ago and there was no way that other guy was as big as Deklan. He’s HUGE... and long. I don’t know how this is going to work.

  I look back up to his face to see him watching me as he licks his lips. He moves until he’s got his knees just under my hips, legs spread. He looks down and starts using his fingers to rub me, getting me turned on again. As if I ever wasn’t. It’s magical. Really it’s the look on his face that does it. His eyes are hooded and his cheeks are flushed as he watches his fingers play me. His lips are red and when he swallows his adam’s apple bobs. It’s all sexy.

  When I arch my back and make a sound in the back of my throat, he reaches for the condom and rips it open with his teeth. As he slides it down his length he rubs the covered tip over my clit in a circle. He positions himself and lifts my hips off the bed to pull me onto him. My breath catches and I wildly think,
what position is this?

  Deklan goes slow, which I’m thankful for because he is huge. We both watch where our bodies are connected as he pulls me closer to him, taking it slow. There’s no pain at all, it’s just an intensely full feeling, like I couldn’t possibly stretch any more. Deklan’s teeth are clenched, and I see a muscle twitch in his jaw. His chest and arms are covered in a light sheen of sweat making him glisten.

  I feel a gush that lets him slide in a little easier, before I tighten around him.

  He looks up at me. “What?” he asks me softly with hair in his eyes, still gently sliding us both together.

  What, I don’t know what? My brain blips for a second. He wants to know what got me hotter. I shake my head. “Nothing, just you.” He smiles before looking down and biting his already red bottom lip between perfectly straight white teeth.

  He whispers, “Almost there, baby. You gonna be able to take it all?”

  I have no freaking idea. It’s like I can already feel him in my lungs. I give a tiny nod, anyway.

  He swallows again before taking a deep breath, “You’re so tight, we have to take this slow first to get to where I want to be.”

  I ask him breathlessly, “Where do you want to be?”

  He pierces me with his glowing green eyes. “I wanna fuck you so hard…” I stop breathing and he looks back down before adding, “But we aren’t there yet.” Two more thrusts and he’s all the way inside me. He holds my hips still and looks up at me, then without pulling out of me, rolls his hips. My breath catches as I feel him rubbing against my clit, but also giving me time to adjust to his size. He rolls his hips, still fully inside of me, each time getting me wetter, sending me closer to the edge. He watches my face, and I watch him. He’s like a Chippendale’s dancer, you know those guys can get a girl off. Finally he grips my hips stronger before pulling himself out then sliding back in. Then he pulls out a little more until his thrusts are full. There’s something… I can feel a building pressure up top but don’t know what it is.