Her SEAL

by Tara Wylde

  Everyone except Xander.

  Everything goes black and the sound shuts off with a piercing feedback whine. It’s chaos as two of the black shirts grab me under either arm and pull me towards the wings. In the lights backstage I can see Jason’s eyes darting in every direction and Carol barking at Xander.

  “What the hell did I hire you for?” she hollers. “You were supposed to stop this kind of shit happening, not ruin the goddamn show!”

  “What the hell do we do now?” says Jason, shooting Xander a murderous glare. “Do we stop the show? Refunding everyone will put one helluva dent in the tour budget…”

  The security goons let me go and I look around to see the rest of the band around me. Xander is beside me in an instant. Behind me I can hear shouting in the crowd.

  “Are you all right?” he asks.

  “I’m fine,” I say. “What happened?”

  “Your boyfriend didn’t do his job properly!” Carol says. “Tonight’s a mess. What the hell are the reviews going to say! The papers will slaughter us.”

  Xander is the only person within a hundred yards who’s calm. He turns to Carol and silences her with a raised hand. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. He points at the guy who rushed the stage, now languishing in the grip of two black shirts.

  “Show them what you showed me,” says Xander.

  The guy, who looks about seventeen and a hundred pounds soaking wet, is blinking like an owl. One of the guards holds up a fat-tipped Sharpie marker.

  “I just wanted Tina to sign my chest,” the kid says weakly.

  Carol and Jason look confused, which makes me feel even less confident. I can’t believe this: everything was going so well and now I don’t even know what’s happening. Out in the crowd, the chaos is reaching a fever pitch.

  Xander turns to the guards holding the kid. “Get him out of here,” he barks. Now he’s looking at Carol. “The shows starts again. Now.”

  Carol stares at him for a full second, then turns to the band. “You heard the man!” she shouts. “Get back out there!”

  Before I even realize what’s happening, the lights are back on and Xander is standing next to me again. Without a word, he winks at me and gently pushes me back out onto the stage.

  The place is absolutely nuts now. I can barely hear my own voice on the microphone over the white noise of the audience as I walk to the edge of the stage.

  “Sorry about that, folks,” I hear myself say. “Someone was a little too eager for an autograph.” I turn towards the wings to see Xander standing there, looking back at me. He flashes me the “okay” hand sign.

  “But thanks to my superhunk boyfriend, we got everything figured out.” Did I really just say that?

  Superhunk?

  Gross.

  “Maybe you’ve seen his video on YouTube. Why don’t you come out and say hi, baby?”

  If I’ve gotta do it, then I’m taking you down with me…

  And suddenly there’s a look on Xander’s face that I never thought I would see in a million years: he’s nervous. Oh, my God, I am absolutely loving this. It’s all I can do to keep from busting out laughing.

  “Come on, baby, don’t be shy.” I hold my hand out to him like he’s a toddler trying out his first steps. He walks slowly towards me, wearing a grin that looks more like a grimace. “Y’all know Xander Tate, dontcha?”

  The place absolutely explodes as Xander reaches my side and gives a sheepish little wave to the audience. Before either of us knows what’s happening, they’re all chanting: Kiss-HIM! Kiss-Him! Kiss-HIM!

  I look at Xander and shrug. “Gotta give the people what they want,” I say with a smile, sliding my arms around his tree trunk of a neck.

  He responds by wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me off the stage. Out lips meet in a fireball that’s hotter than the spotlight shining down on us both.

  And the crowd goes wild.

  Chapter Seventeen

  XANDER

  I said before that I’m not much of a drinker, but that was before I knew what an after-party was, and definitely before I realized that StarPower was footing the bill.

  Now here I am in the Palladium’s reception room, on my third glass of real Havana Club Special Reserve rum and having a blast.

  The room is full of people who look like they belong here: some of them are Carol’s colleagues, some are members of the media – that Janelle Thompson chick is working the room with a double martini that appears to be giving as good as it gets – and some appear to be the kind of people who’d be called leeches if they were anywhere other than Hollywood.

  So here they call them agents instead.

  The guys in the band are champion drinkers, but they stick to the domestic beer. Like I said, they know which side their bread is buttered on. One of them, Greg, the keyboard player, catches my eye and raises his bottle.

  “Xander! Get over here, buddy!”

  I amble towards them, happy to get away from some of the inane chatter for a while. So many people are talking about how they just knew that Tina was star material from the moment they met her, even though I’m pretty sure a lot of them have never even laid eyes on her. I shake my head.

  Fucking Hollywood.

  As I join the band, Greg claps a hand on my shoulder, his long blond hair spilling into his face like a curtain.

  “Dude,” he slurs, “I’ve been doing this for a long time, but I’ve never seen anything like tonight. That was intense.”

  The others nod. “Totally,” says Josh, the guitar guy. “I mean, wow, man.”

  What are they talking about? The kid with the Sharpie?

  “You serious?” I ask. “In your whole career, no one’s ever rushed the stage on you before?”

  Greg and Josh look at each other, then back at me, bewildered.

  “Not the kid, man!” says Greg. “That happens, like, once a week.”

  “We’re talking about that kiss, dude,” says Josh. “I have never seen a crowd react like that to anything, and I’ve played with Lady Gaga.”

  “I’d like to play with Lady Gaga,” Greg says with a leer.

  We all laugh. I take another a sip of my rum and scan the room. The guys may have a point: there do seem to be a lot of people glancing in my direction and talking behind their hands. Mostly women.

  I look over at Tina and see her chatting with a breathless Brittany and another member of the gaggle from earlier in the evening. I wonder how they chose which one of them would get the other pass. The image of a teenage girl cage match runs through my mind and I have to stifle a laugh.

  I head over to join them. It’ll be nice to talk to some normal people for a change. The girls look at me as I approach and their faces light up. Suddenly it’s like Tina’s not even here.

  “Hi, Xander,” Brittany says, like we’re old friends.

  I flash her a thousand-watt smile and reach out to touch her hand. “Hey, Brittany, glad you made it. Who’s your friend?”

  The girl’s cheeks flush beet red and she looks everywhere except in my eyes. “Emma,” she says quietly. The two of them burst into giggles like she just said the funniest thing in the history of mankind.

  I look over at Tina, who’s giggling herself. God, she’s beautiful. I mean, she was pretty when we were teens, but she’s drop-dead gorgeous now. I slip in between her and the girls and slide an arm around her waist.

  “Do you mind if I sneak away with Tina for just a couple minutes, girls?” I ask.

  They giggle even more fiercely. “You guys are like animals!” says Brittany, but they head off towards the food table and leave us alone.

  Tina smiles at me with those full lips. “You’ve got them utterly charmed,” she says.

  “Well, you know what they say. It’s all about sincerity. If you can fake that, you got it made.”

  Now she’s laughing out loud. I lean in close so that I can talk directly into her ear. It’s mighty loud in here.

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��You were amazing tonight,” I say. “You’re a superstar, girl.”

  She looks at me with those big doe eyes and suddenly the whole room disappears, like our moment on the stage, and it’s like we’re the only two people in the universe. She leans in and puts her lips so close to my ear that I shiver.

  “I want you in my dressing room,” she breathes. “Right now.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  TINA

  The taste of rum is strong on Xander’s tongue, and I wonder for a moment if we’re making a mistake. I mean, I’ve had a few cosmos myself.

  The thought lasts all of a second as he grabs me by the butt — flattering — and lifts me onto the dressing table. That makes our faces level with each other. So much easier for kissing. So much easier for everything.

  My hands are under his shirt, exploring the soft-edged rockiness there. His are in my hair, pulling me closer to him.

  The dressing room door is locked, but I know it’s only a matter of minutes before people realize we’re missing. Am I really ready for this? After all these years, am I ready to give up my virginity to Xander Tate?

  His powerful hands slide down to my buttocks and squeeze, and suddenly the question evaporates. Yes is all that runs through my mind. Yes yes YES.

  A million times, and then some more for good measure. I don’t care that this is all happening too quick, that Xander has barely been back in my life a hot minute before we start bumping uglies. I don’t care about any of that. Not right now.

  Not here…

  I reach up and unbutton my blouse, let the silk glide off of my skin and float to the floor. Xander takes care of the rest, reaching behind me with deft hands and unhooking my bra, his mouth never leaving mine. For the first time in my life, my breasts are fully exposed in front of a man.

  And that includes this man. This perfect specimen right in front of me, practically glued to me.

  He disengages from my mouth and turns his lips to my cheek, then to the soft channel of flesh under my ear. I feel dizzy; my pulse is racing, my breathing shallow. Then he’s kissing the hollow of my throat. I wonder if he can feel the vibration of my moans.

  He lingers there for a few moments, his warm tongue exploring, while his rough yet soft, perfect hands cup my naked breasts. He squeezes them gently, lovingly, even, together and upwards, sending an electric current straight between my legs. Then his mouth is on my nipple and suddenly I know what heaven must feel like.

  Xander’s tongue slips expertly around the stiffness, circling it, then suckling inwards. The sudden pressure makes me gasp, and I feel wetness in my panties.

  With a boldness that shocks me, I reach down and fumble with his belt. He takes a hand away from my breasts and assists me, and next thing I know my hand is around his cock.

  My God, how can something be so hard and yet so soft at the same time? The hot flesh feels like silk fresh from the iron. My hand seems to be acting independently from my brain and I give it a sudden hard squeeze.

  “Easy, baby,” Xander whispers in my ear. He takes my hand in his and slides it slowly up and down his shaft. “Like this.”

  I keep doing as he says and his cock reacts, bobbing and flexing in my hand. I’m so happy to be pleasing him the way he’s pleasing me. He moves his mouth away from me for a moment to strip off his shirt.

  I take in his full breathtaking nakedness for the first time and my heart starts to pound harder. He looks like a statue painted in flesh tones. It’s everything I imagined it would be during our episode in the hotel room.

  Xander moves closer and runs his hand down my back, unhooking the clasp of my skirt as easily as he did my bra. I slide off the dressing table and instantly my skirt and panties are on the floor. We’re both naked, facing each other. His nostrils flare — can he actually smell the wetness between my legs? — and his eyes blaze.

  He grabs me and pulls me in, his mouth enveloping mine.

  Our hot skin practically sizzles against each other, especially down below. The heat of his cock is almost unbearable against my belly. We stay that way for what seems like an eternity, probing each others mouths with our tongues, his hands squeezing the cheeks of my butt, my hand sliding urgently along his shaft.

  Xander breaks the spell by picking me up off the floor and sweeping me over to the dressing room sofa as effortlessly as if he were carrying a doll. He sits me on the soft fabric and pulls my butt forward, so that my knees are halfway off the seat cushions. I bite my lip as he kneels in front of me, wondering what will happen next.

  He grins that cocky grin and places a hand on either of my knees, pushing them gently apart. I’m breathing so hard it’s almost painful as he runs his hands inwards along my thighs and leans forward and down, towards that spot that no man has ever seen.

  When his lips touch mine, I almost pass out. He runs his tongue along my slit, from bottom to top, stopping at my clit to apply pressure with the tip. Then his tongue is inside me and he’s kissing me like it was my mouth, deep and probing. I grip the sofa cushions and squeeze like I’m holding on for dear life.

  Xander intensifies the pressure on my clit, gliding his tongue around and under, circling it until I feel like I can’t take anymore. He reaches up and entwines his fingers in mine, giving me the support I’d been seeking from the cushions.

  Then, out of nowhere, he gently sucks my clit into his mouth, swirling it with a firm yet insistent pleasure. The sudden explosion is overwhelming, and my crotch bucks against his face uncontrollably as I come ten times harder than I ever have by my own hand.

  Chapter Nineteen

  XANDER

  I take advantage of the fact that Tina’s incapacitated by pleasure to hunt for the condom in the pocket of my jeans. I placed it there this morning in the hopes that this might happen.

  Be prepared might be the Boy Scout motto, but it’s a way of life for a SEAL.

  As I turn back towards her, I see Tina has recovered and is crawling seductively towards me on all fours. The look in her eyes makes me so hard I swear I could sharpen a knife on it.

  “Not so fast,” she purrs as she arrives in front on me.

  She falls back onto her knees, so she’s eye-level with my cock. She looks at it like she’s never seen one before, with an expression that makes me wonder: am I her first?

  Surely that's not possible?

  Tina reaches for me and starts to stroke softly up and down, admiring it from all angles. I manage to keep my cool, but just barely. Her touch is electric. I rock my hips in time to her strokes to get the most pleasure out of the motion.

  After what seems like an eternity, she looks up and we lock eyes. I think I know what happens next – but I hold my breath anyway. It’s hard to believe that this is about to happen…

  Tina doesn’t disappoint. She leans closer and runs her tongue along the underside, like licking a popsicle. I groan involuntarily and she smiles.

  “Is that good?” she asks.

  The eagerness in her voice all but confirms what I suspected: she’s a virgin. I can’t see how she could be anything else.

  Now that I’m sure, I can adjust my technique. I want this night to be what she compares every other sex act to for the rest of her life.

  “It’s incredible,” I moan. “You’re incredible…”

  I’m telling the truth. Teenage Xander dreamed of this so many times on the nights after I dropped her off after a steamy make-out session.

  Her face lights up and she goes in again.

  This time she takes me into her mouth, about halfway. I’m quite a bit bigger than average, so that’s something of an accomplishment in itself. She works gently with her tongue, not applying much suction, which drives me crazy.

  “Suck it hard,” I whisper. “Go ahead, it’s okay.”

  Tina obliges, tentatively at first but then with growing confidence. My moans seem to inspire as she works her hand into the motion, making a one-two punch of sucking and tugging.

  I run a hand through her hair, di
gging my fingers in and pulling gently. Tina lets out a soft gasp. I catch her glancing up over and over to see if she’s doing it right.

  “Jesus,” I groan with encouragement, “you’re doing this like a pro.”

  Tina keeps her hand fastened firmly to my cock as she stumbles back to her feet. She lays a long, slow, greedy kiss on my mouth. As our tongues snake together, she pulls me by the cock over to the sofa again.

  She disengages and lowers herself onto her back, propping a leg on the upholstered arm and opening her legs –— just barely — for me. Lust and fear fight for supremacy in her eyes. I know how badly she wants this, wants me.

  But I’m not a monster. I know she’s scared.

  I lower myself on top of her, supporting my weight on my elbows like a plank, until the tip of my cock is pressing against the outside of her opening. I can feel the hot slickness there, practically begging me to enter.

  But I can’t. Not yet.

  We lock eyes and I whisper, “Are you sure?”

  Tina nods without a second's hesitation – as if she’s afraid that if she lets herself think about it for too long, she wouldn’t be able to go through with it.

  Thank God. I think I might explode if she called an end to it now. I tear open the wrapper and remove the condom in one swift movement, then roll it down my erection with one hand.

  She reaches behind me and grips my shoulders as I enter her. Her breathing hitches in my ear as I push in ever-so-gently, inch by inch.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” she gasps. “God, yes.”

  I work slowly, pulling out the same way I went in, slowly and steadily. Tina pulls me closer as she wraps her legs around my waist. With her body supported like that, I take some weight of my arms and reach under her right buttock. I tilt it upwards slightly, so that I’m aiming each stroke at her G-spot.

  Her eyes go wide as my missile hits its target the first time. She lets out a harsh groan of surprise.