“Yeah whatever John-a… I mean dick wad. You don’t know what love is,” I grind out, staring straight at the ground. I can’t look at him and I know it came out all jumbled and rocky. I know it sounds stupid but I can’t help it. I’m on edge. Good or bad? I don’t know but I’m there.
“Yes I do. I knew when I saw you standing in the crowd at the concert.”
I snap my head back “What!”
Oh, holy mother of god. He’s standing two feet from me. So close I can feel the heat radiating from his skin.
“Why do you think it took us so long to get back to the bus?”
I shrug and I have to think hard. I have no idea. I thought it didn’t take that long. Maybe it did but I didn’t notice.
“I dunno, to get pussy? Honestly, I didn’t think it took that long.”
“The guys waited for me in the back and I sent James out to find you. I was pissed when I got back to the bus because you were gone. Then you pop around Stacy and who would have known you’re our new fucking manager. The same woman Stacy has been going on and on and on about for the past four damn years. The same damn woman he wants to marry and have babies with is the same woman I know I want to be with. One hell of a head fuck if you ask me.”
“Whoa! Let’s back up a few steps. First off, you can’t fall in love with someone when you first see them. Secondly, Stacy doesn’t want my babies or to marry me, and thirdly you realize how fucked up all this sounds and fourthly,” I swallow hard and look up into his beautiful matching green eyes. “You need to go sit back down; you’re making me nervous.” I point to the bed.
He grabs my hand and brings it to his lips. I inhale deeply. Oh, no not the lips. Please not those. They are so sexy and supple. Pressing his lips softly against the back of my hand. He inhales my scent. “Mmmmm, you smell so good.”
My body convulses at the contact and my belly does vigorous jumping jacks. My heart officially aches and I can’t breathe. I place my free hand over my heart and I’m seriously flushed. This is not good. Not good at all. I draw my hand back and my heart nearly shatters into a million tiny little painful pieces.
“To your first thought, yes, you can fall in love that quickly. I didn’t believe it either. Not until I saw you standing in the front row, your hair up, wearing that hideous tweed suit top, sweat glistening your face. You looked so sexy and pure and real. Just like you always do.”
Oh my god. He cannot seriously be saying this to me and mean it. He sounds like he believes it. Some part of me, the dirty part of me wants to believe it too. I can’t deny that he’s hot and I feel something for him. It may be sickness but maybe it’s just passion or something else I’ve never encountered before. I am charting in a whole different kind of water. But the self-preservation side of me wants to think he’s full of it and just trying to sleep with me. But he could do that with just about any woman he wants. I am confused. Horny and confused. Not good. Not good at all.
“Emily… Earth to Emily.” He’s waving his hands in front of my face.
Oh shit. I zoned out.
“Yeah… Sorry.”
“What I was saying to the number two of your observation is that, yes, Stacy does feel that way. I’m close friends with the guy. Every time he’d talk to you on the phone he’d be going on and on and on about how he feels afterward. He sounded like a chick. But I listened because we’ve been buds for a long time. Also that’s how you got the job. Yes, he wants to see his mom but I think it gave him a real reason to talk you into coming here. I was the one who agreed to hire you. Really glad I did now. But before I was just doing it for him because he’s been such a great manager.”
“You hired me? I thought the record company did?” More confusion this night can’t get any weirder. I swear.
“Do you not know anything about me? You didn’t read up on any of us did you?”
I twiddle my thumbs together and exhale loudly. “Um… No?”
“That’s what I figured. Most women know everything about me there is to know in the world’s view that is. But when you said I’m thirty and know nothing about the record company, I figured as much. “
“Sorry,” I pout. He is right; I know nothing about them. I didn’t care to find out. I know tabloid shit is usually only based a little on fact and the rest of made up. So I figured coming into this world I’d find out firsthand. Looking back now it would have been a little smarter to prep myself.
He laughs and runs his large hand through his dark and sexy hair. “No, it’s okay. And I’m not thirty, I’m twenty eight. The record company is mine. I own it so yes I guess it was me by means of the record company who hired you.”
“Ah… that makes sense now.” I bob my head. Yep, charting into retard awkward territory.
“See…We are learning more and more and we haven’t argued in like five minutes. We are headed in the right direction. And for number three, it’s not fucked up, it’s the truth and sometimes fate deals a dicey set of cards. And four, I will sit down if that will make you feel better. But I am going to be honest. I want to touch you. “
Oh yeah, there it comes. Get to it now and just tell me you want to fuck me. That’s where this is headed anyway. The air is clouded with pheromones. I can even smell it.
“And no don’t be over thinking this.” He gestures to us. “I don’t want to fuck you.”
I scoff and on the verge of rolling my eyes he cuts in.
“Okay. Okay. I do want to make love to you but not right now I don’t. How’s that for honesty?” He perks up his eyebrows and grins.
“Fine. I will talk and try not to be a bitch. Just sit down on the edge of the bed.” I fold my arms over my chest. I forgot I have been standing around in my bra and panties. Having a conversation this naked, wasn’t how this should have gone down. He sits down again. A large weight is lifted off my shoulders but at the same time I kind of wish it was still there. His distance hurts. My heart is truly aching. Glancing down at the skin over my heart, I rub it a little.
“See, I knew I wasn’t the only one.”
I look up at him “Huh?” I bunch up my nose.
“Your heart hurts, doesn’t it?” he says seriously, not mocking or rude. Just firm and sensual. In his very warm panty dropping voice. That’s its new title.
“No,” I blurt, way too quickly. I know he won’t believe me. I should have planned that expression out a little better. Dammit.
He grins. “Yes it does.”
“So what. It doesn’t mean anything,” I whine and cross my arms over my chest again, hugging myself.
“If that’s what you want to think, that’s okay. You’ll realize it soon enough. I get to you. Bad.” He grins again. His grin is sexier than his smile. It’s seductive and sinister. Just looking at it my belly jumps again and my heart thumps hard in my chest. It has to be like five hundred degrees in this godforsaken room. Phew!
“Yeah so. I get you to too?” Talk about lame. I can’t even sound straightforward with that. I’m so losing my game. Where’d it go? Maybe I should look under the bed? Or in the bathroom. It has to be hiding somewhere in the hotel room.
“Yes. You do. I walk around with a hard on every time I see you or think about you and it doesn’t ever want to go down either. Trust me, it sucks having a stiffy eighty percent of the day.”
My mouth falls open. I never thought of him being honest. An asshole yes, to pushy yes. But bluntly honest. Not so much.
I cough “That much?”
He laughs and it’s a full belly contagious one I can’t help but join in.
“Yes, my darling. That much.”
Cue the singing heart. Jesus. This man has a way with words. My pussy is sopping wet. I can’t help but revel in what he’s doing to my heart and now my nether regions. My breasts are sore, desperate to be touched. My clit and pounding between my legs, I can feel the beat of my heart in it. I look down to see if it’s grown in size and is pulsing because that would be even more embarrassing.
I gaze up and he’s watching m
e look at myself. Oh please no don’t talk about this too. Just ignore it, please, Johnathan. Man his name is sexy but it’s a mouthful. He seriously needs a nickname from me. I’ve seemed to have adopted a few from him, one that I’m seriously beginning to like. John sounds stupid and reminds me of John Smith from Pocahontas. So not how I see him. Jay is okay but not good. I don’t like the way it rolls off my tongue. Big man, now that sounds like a good one. He’s big and he’s a man. Self-explanatory and rather sexy too. Maybe he’ll let me call him that. I’m sure it’ll make him happier than asshole or dickhead. Those words I use on him often when I refer to him, but after tonight I know I can’t do that ever again. Well probably not. We shall see.
“Earth to Short Stack. Come in, Short Stack.”
Oh no, I zoned out again. I shake my head back and forth to clear my boggled mind.
“There you are. What are you thinking about?”
“Honestly, what nickname I should give to you.”
Oh, there’s that megawatt ear-to-ear smile of his. Wow it’s so beautiful and white and heart pounding. This heart of mine has got to stop with the gymnastics. I could run a marathon and it still wouldn’t act this crazy.
“And?”
“Do we really have to talk about this tonight too?” I tap my foot on the ground nervously.
“Yes, and we’re going to talk about that look you were giving your privates a bit earlier.”
I shake my head no. “No, we are not. Especially if you want to know the proper nickname I have for you. You know, besides asshole and those others.” I giggle and shoot him a friendly smile.
“Well I’d rather skip the nicknames if I have a choice of the two.” He winks sinfully. “Throw me a bone here. Seriously. I’ve told you how I feel. I’ve told you how much you turn me on and you’ve said nothing to me. Just give me a little something. Not sex, just honesty. I promise to always be honest with you. Just be honest with me too.” He’s nearly begging. Not quite but I can hear the desperation in his deep voice.
“Oh… Fine… But only because you asked so nicely.” I smile, and seriously want to blow him a kiss from across the room for his honesty and sweetness. Although I am sure that’s probably not a good idea. I can’t get his hopes up too far.
“The nickname is big man. I think it explains you rather well and it’s kind of cute. I thought about John or Jay but they seem so impersonal.”
“Awe. I love it! I could hug you right now.”
That’s so can’t happen. I think I might actually hump his leg if he does. What this man does to me is incredible. I want to kiss him so bad or lick his chest. Oh yeah, that chest. Thick ribs of muscle and tattoos with soap and saltiness. So delicious on my tongue. Shit! Stop thinking about that! Or I am going to have to go change my panties.
“And…”
“Oh…fine…Yes, you turn me on. But honestly, is that so hard to believe? You turn every woman on. That’s what the women at your shows go for. To see you and hope that they can get into your pants on some off chance.”
He growls. Yep, the wolf is back and sexy as ever! Can you die from being too horny? Because if that’s possible, I might seriously die tonight.
“I don’t care what other women want from me. I want you. I want all of you. And right now I want you in my mouth forever and ever.”
Gulp! Help!
“Wh…aa…t?”
“I know you’re horny tonight baby. I can smell you. Not sure how because I’ve never smelled a woman’s arousal ever, unless my face is close. But I can smell you from here.”
“I’m sorry, I know that’s gross.” I cover my crotch with both my hands and look down. My heart sinks. I just think this pain might make me cry.
“Stop it!” He’s walking towards me, oh no. I can feel the shifting in the room.
I peer up and he’s toe-to-toe with me, his eyes are on fire.
He cups my chin with his fingers and tilts my head up to see him. I swallow hard. His flesh on mine is burning me with full on desire and I want to drop to my knees and have him in my mouth. I know he would want this. I want this. I want him. He’s so sexy and soft and hard at the same time.
“That is not gross. Don’t you ever say that.” His eyes are burrowing into mine. I can’t see anything but him and can’t feel anything but him. He’s consuming me. Owning me. Loving me.
“But…”
Sliding a finger over my lips to quiet me he leans down beside my ear.
“Your scent drives me wild, baby. I can’t tell you how much it turns me on to know you want me as much as I want you. Almost three days baby, three whole days I’ve been dying to hold you and caress you. You are everything to me. You. Are. Mine. Forever.”
My knees give out and I fall into him and he catches me. His hand on my back, he lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing.
“Short Stack, are you okay?”
I tuck my head against him snuggling my face against his soft warm neck. His scent is intoxicating to me too. Who would have thought?
He carries me over to the bed and lays me down lengthwise.
“Thanks,” I whisper.
“Anything for you baby. Now lie back and rest.” He pushes my hair out of my face and caresses my cheek with the back of his hand. Electricity sparks and my heart leaps out of my chest and smashes into him. So this is what passion feels like?
He stands and I jerk up instantly and grip onto his hand tight. I can’t let him leave. He can’t go. Not tonight. Not, now and maybe never.
“It’s okay baby. I am just going to go and take off my slippers and clothes and I’ll climb in with you. I promise I’ll be right back.” He speaks softly and sweet with a grin. I let go of his hand.
He goes into the bathroom and I settle down into the bed. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
“See, I told you,” he says climbing in next to me wearing only a pair of green silk boxers.
“Sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” I mutterer desperately.
“I do.” He nuzzles his face in my hair and I melt inside. He’s not close enough. Maybe he’ll never be close enough. Wow this is a whole new experience. A whole new world for me. I don’t know if I like it or not. But I need it. I need him right now.
I tug him closer and turn onto my side so I can sling my leg over his. Hot damn his legs are huge. I guess I never paid attention before. They have a light dusting of dark hair mixed with a few tattoos but they are ribbed and cut just like the rest of his gorgeous body. I push my face against his chest and breathe him in. His hands are tangled up in my hair and he kisses my forehead over and over in perfect soft kisses. My heart is blooming and pounding so hard. My clit is pounding at the same speed. I readjust my leg.
“Ohhhh...” I moan, my clit rubbing his leg. I think I might come any second.
“Hey baby. Do you want me to help with that?” He kisses my forehead again.
“With what?” I don’t understand.
“Your pussy, baby. I can help. I promise I won’t do anything else. I won’t even try to have sex. I will take care of you. I know you need it and I need to touch you there. Please let me touch you there,” he nearly begs. His voice is warm and husky. His panty dropping voice.
I’m even wetter now if that was possible. It is now.
“Well… I don’t know how to say this… I’ve… um… never had…. Um… anyone touch me there before. Anyone other than myself, that is.”
That was so scary to tell him but didn’t feel as embarrassing coming out as I thought it might. Thank the heavens. Either my horniness overshadowed my worries or it wasn’t that embarrassing.
He places his fingers on my chin and tilts my face up to his. His eyes burn into me again. His want is carried over in just was gaze.
“Baby. If you’ll have me, I would love to be your first in that and everything else I can be. But only if you’ll have me,” he whispers and licks his lips.
Oh yes Johnathan lick me, fuck me, I don’t care just touch me. My need for
him is so intense I could almost cry.
I nod and my mouth runs dry.
“Thank you baby. Thank you,” he says sounding sincere.
He presses his lips against mine and they are soft and luscious and warm. I open my mouth slightly to invite him into the first part of my body ever. He slips in his soft gently tongue and we kiss so passionately and sweetly. It’s not rushed. He’s making love to my mouth. Soft strokes, swirling together. My body is burning for him. I so need this man. I press myself against him my breasts pushing firmly into his hard stomach. I’m nearly shaking with desire, want and nervousness. His hand drifts down around the back of my butt and between my legs. His finger instantly hits that sensitive bump. I moan into his mouth and he growls with appreciation.
Circling that little bump through the thinness of my boy shorts, the jolt of electricity has me on the brink. I can feel it turning and burning in my belly. I need it. I’ve never been touched like this before. I moan into his mouth again and he laps his tongue against mine, harder and needier. His hard cock is pressed up against my belly with only a thin layer of boxers holding him back. He rocks his hips against my stomach his cock is rubbing against me. It’s so sexy and hot and I just want to touch it. But I’ve never touched one before. Not up closer and personal anyhow.
He extracts his tongue and I’m panting and so is he. My heart is aching with desire.
“Oh god baby you are so much more than I ever dreamed,” he pants, his chest heaving in and out hard. I rub my fingers from his pecks down his washboard abs and circle the bones of his lips and the lip of his boxers. He inhales deeply and freezes.
“Oh sorry,” I mutter.
“No baby no. You can touch me wherever you want. It just feels so good. If you touch him though I think I might just burst. I’ve had to jack him like three times a day the past few days but all he’s wanted is you and your soft beautiful skin.”
His finger jolts my spot harder and I shudder.
“See baby that’s what I want; to want to make you feel good. Don’t worry about him. Let me touch you,” he purrs.
“Okay,” I whisper, out of breath.
He leans up and I drop my leg from his. Holy crap his cock is huge. I thought it was but it so is. It’s like an anaconda angry to get lose. I’m staring at it. I can’t stop myself.
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