by Miley Milque
"Oh my God, Matilda! He sang directly at you!"
The noise had died down as they prepared to go into their next song. A group of women turned to stare at her. Great. Now a bunch of jealous women knew her name.
She didn't care. The memory of the moment washed over her and she knew she would remember it for the rest of her life.
"He did, didn't he?"
"You're so lucky. Though I kind of like the bass player." She pointed to the tall man to the right of Clay. Shaggy hair fell over the man's eyes as he bent his head to see his guitar.
"He looks nice." What else did you say to a friend who had a crush on a celebrity?
It wouldn't do them any good. It was a night they would remember but it would end soon. They would go back to their lives and cherish tonight in their minds forever.
A firm hand on her shoulder startled her. She let out a squeak of surprise and turned around to see the stone expression of a security guard. He wore a black t-shirt with security in large bold letters emblazoned across his chest.
"Miss, we'd like to give you these."
He handed her a pair of laminated passes that said BACKSTAGE.
"Are these what I think they are?" Madi asked.
"If you think you can go backstage and meet the band after the show, then ya."
Despite his serious expression his lips quirked up in the hint of a smile.
Madi jumped up and down and hugged Matilda tightly. "This is thanks to you! Clay wants to see you!"
"No, that's crazy."
Madi snatched the passes out of Matilda's hands and waved them in front of her. "Really? These would beg to differ."
Matilda’s stomach flipped. She wiped her hands, now slick with sweat, on her jeans. Two seconds ago she didn’t care if she met Clay. Now her stomach was in knots and her knees threatened to give out.
Her heart hammered in her chest and she thought she would hyperventilate.
Music blared again from the speakers as the band went into another set. This group of songs were like most of the others. Unintelligible words yelled through the microphone as the band bounced their heads up and down.
Matilda sucked in a breath, her head swimming with visions of how everything could go wrong backstage. What if she made a fool of herself? What if she said something silly?
What if Clay hadn’t really been singing to her and these feelings crashing through her were unrequited?
Now that she’d imagined his hands on her she wanted the real thing. She was going insane. Clay would not have sex with her.
“This is crazy, Madi. Let’s just go home.”
“You’re crazy if you think we’re letting these go to waste. When was the last time you lived a little?”
“I have fun.”
“Right. Think of the fun you could have backstage with Clay.”
Matilda’s heart beat faster at the sound of his name. She remembered the softening of his eyes as he sang to her. The jolt of awareness that went through her body when he looked deep into her eyes.
To hear that husky voice up close, whispering in her ear, would undo her. She would be putty in his hands. She suddenly realized she wanted to be putty.
“Fine. But if nothing happens we stay for half an hour and then go home.”
“Deal. I don’t think we’ll be going home though.”
“This will be our last song of the night,” Clay said as the strains of another tune filtered out through the speakers.
Thoughts of what would happen backstage took over, drowning out the noise of the song. Blotting out the murmurs of the crowd. When the song ended and Clay introduced each band member to the audience Matilda barely paid attention.
She watched in a blur as the band stood, bowed, then rushed off stage. Clay was the last one to leave.
Around her the fans started chanting for the band to come back out. Encores were a part of concert life weren’t they? Would the band return to stage?
If they didn’t that meant it was time for her a Madi to go backstage. The thought of that made her stomach flip again. She couldn’t do this.
After five minutes of chanting the crowd died down. The lights winked out on stage. The band wasn’t coming back to do one last set. That meant a new adventure for her and Madi was about to start. She hoped they didn’t both regret it.
The crowd began to thin out and Matilda and Madi headed toward the back of the concert hall. A few groupies milled about trying to cajole the security guards into letting them backstage. The guards crossed muscled arms over their chests and shook their heads. The girls pouted but walked away.
Matilda held up both passes and pointed to Madi, who stood beside her like she was attached at the hip, to indicate they were together. The guard who had given her the passes smiled, nodded and held back the curtain for them to slip backstage.
CHAPTER TWO
Backstage the air hummed with excitement. Groupies who made it past the barrier milled about trying to grab the attention of the band members.
The band barely glanced at the women, preferring to talk to each other instead. Or occasionally they called a server over to grab another bottle of beer.
Matilda spotted Clay and the bass player talking in a corner. Her feet froze in place, fear of making a fool of herself taking hold. No one looked at them like they didn't belong, though some of the groupies did raise their eyebrows at them.
The women bounced away in search of other men to occupy their time when the band members continued to ignore them.
Madi grabbed Matilda's hand and pulled her toward the corner. Matilda's heart hammered faster in her chest the closer they got to Clay. When he looked up and saw her a smile spread across his face. His eyes twinkled. How had she ever thought they were cold?
Clay motioned for the rest of the band to come over. He made brief introductions never taking his eyes off her face. She blushed, tried to hold his gaze but couldn't and finally looked away.
"Scott, your hand work is amazing," Madi said to the bass player.
Matilda rolled her eyes but wondered if a line like that would work. She peeked over and saw Scott pull Madi into his embrace. His lips descended and took her lips in a kiss.
Uncomfortable watching her friend make out with a virtual stranger Matilda looked at Clay. Despite being celebrities with interviews and articles written about every aspect of their lives, none of them really knew the band. Madi didn't seem to care as a moan from her friend drifted over.
"Matilda, it's great to meet you," Clay said and took her hand in his.
"You too."
"Your curvy body is a welcome change from the paper thin girls who usually populate backstage. "
A pulse of awareness raced through her again. She was so wet now she wanted something to fill her pussy and make her come hard.
Another moan from Madi drifted over and Matilda blushed. She glanced over and saw the bass player's hands caressing her friend's back. Their heads moved side to side as they kissed.
"Do you want to go somewhere quieter?"
The hope in Clay's voice washed over her. She nodded. He grinned and took her hand.
CHAPTER THREE
Warm fingers circled hers and he pulled her through the hall to a dressing room with a big star with Clay's name in the center splashed across the door.
He opened the door and held it open for her. She stepped inside surprised to see it looked normal. A sofa took up one wall with a table in front of it. The table had a bowl of fruit and a bowl filled with bottles of water.
The dressing table took up the right hand side. The lights were off plunging that corner of the room into shadows. A television mounted to the wall by the door offered something to watch if they got bored talking to each other.
But secretly she hoped they weren't going to just talk. From the moment he'd stared directly into her eyes and sung to her she wanted to feel him inside her. Wanted to ride him hard and fast until she came apart in his arms breathless.
She'd never done
anything like this before. Would probably never do anything like it again. She needed to seize the moment now and fuck him hard. If he didn't push her away.
"So you like larger girls?"
He stood behind her and pushed the door firmly shut. "Very much. Your curves drive me wild." He trailed a finger down her bare arm. Thank Madi for the short sleeved top she was wearing. Having virtually nothing to wear she'd raided her friend's closet. Now she wanted to be rid of the top and the jeans.
"They do, huh? And what would you like to do with my curves?"
Lust flashed in his eyes. He reached behind himself and she heard the click of a lock. "I want to plunge deep into your body and fuck you all night."
Throwing modesty out the window, Matilda whisked her top over her head. Clay's eyes darkened with desire as he stared at the mounds of her breasts spilling over the top of her bra.
He growled and pulled her into his arms, crushing her chest against his. He unclasped her bra and pulled it off her body. Her boobs jiggled as they were released. He cupped them, flicking her nipples with his thumbs. Her nipples puckered, hard peaks that ached, each flick of his thumbs sending pulses of sensation through her body.
He turned her and pushed her against the door, drawing a nipple into his mouth to suckle. She arched into his mouth, holding his head in place. A jolt of awareness throbbed in her pussy.
She needed to be naked. He needed to be naked.
If she didn't risk humiliation she might not be rewarded with great sex. She gently pushed him away and pulled her jeans and panties down her legs. She stepped out of them, staring boldly at him.
It took everything in her not to tremble naked in front of him. The thought that this could be some horrible prank went through her mind but you couldn't fake the kind of lust she'd seen in his eyes.
He groaned and yanked his clothes off. He threw them into a pile on the floor near the sofa. Tattoos covered his chest and down one of his arms. Later she wanted to trace all of them with her tongue but now she wanted to feel him inside her.
Her gaze traveled down his body past his lean hips to the hard cock jutting out from a tuft of black hair. His shaft was long and already hard for her.
She slid down the door until she was on her knees. She looked up at him through her lashes. A muscle twitched in his jaw. She kept her gaze up as she leaned forward and drew him into her mouth.
She flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue then laved either side of his shaft before wrapping her lips around him and taking him all in. She bobbed her head back and forth on his cock the groans coming from his lips sending a wave of excitement through her.
He plunged his hands in her hair and held her head, guiding it along his cock as his hips rocked forward, fucking her mouth. Wet slurping sounds filled the air with each plunge. She finally pulled all the way back, her mouth releasing his cock with a popping sound.
He reached down and took her hand, helping her to stand again.
“Are you up for anything?”
The hope on his face made her nod yes.
He pulled her over to the sofa.
“Kneel over the arm with your hands in front of you.”
She did as he directed and draped herself over the arm of the couch, her arms out front to brace her weight. With her ass in the air she had an inkling of what he was about to do. Her stomach tightened, flipped.
Her pussy throbbed in protest because it wanted to be filled first. She needed his cock moving inside her, needed to feel his length plunging deep.
He walked away from her and rummaged around in the shadowy side of the dressing room. He came back a minute later and applied a generous amount of cold lube to her ass. Her tight hole puckered at the chill. He rubbed it all over her hole then pushed a finger in part way.
She relaxed her muscles, taking deep breaths to help him ease his finger in deeper. He pushed again stretching her tight hole. He pushed in a second finger and she gasped. She forced herself to relax.
He plunged a little deeper. The squirt of the lube over his fingers felt warmer than the initial contact of the liquid. When he had enough on his fingers he started pumping his fingers in and out of her ass.
The sensation drove her wild. She could feel his fingers getting close to her g-spot. She wanted to play with her pussy while he fucked her ass but she hesitated. How much more pleasure could he bring her?
She heard the sound of a condom wrapper being opened. He sheathed himself then nudged the tip of his cock against her tight hole. She sucked in a breath and waited. He pushed in as deep as he could go.
She let out a contented sigh. He gripped her hips to hold her in place as he pumped into her. He plunged slowly in and out going as deep as he could. Every stroke awakened the nerve endings in her hole.
Her legs trembled.
Grunting sounds filled the room as he continued to fuck her. She moaned every time a thrust rocked her forward. As much as she loved the feel of his cock in her ass she wanted him in her pussy. She wanted to ride him hard. He started fucking her faster. His groans got louder.
“Clay, don’t come yet. We’re not done.”
With a moan he pulled out of her. “We’re not huh?”
On trembling legs she straightened and turned around. He pulled the condom off his cock which now glistened with lubricant and precome. She pointed to the sofa.
“Sit.”
He gave her a quick salute then sat on the sofa, his cock pointing up, still ready for her. She straddled him, lowering herself slowly until the tip of his shaft touched her pussy lips. How long could she prolong the torture?
She lowered herself a little more until the tip of his cock was inside her. Then she straightened again. It returned to tease her opening.
A look of pain flashed across his face and she grinned.
“You’re killing me,” he said.
“Killing both of us.” Matilda lowered herself again, stopping before his cock could plunge deep inside her.
Hovering above him, she leaned down and kissed his lips. She swept her tongue into his mouth and a shiver raced through her when his tongue stroked hers. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her in close.
Her chest pressed against his, the contact of bare flesh against bare flesh sending a sizzle of heat through her.
She plunged down, taking his full length into her pussy. She didn’t move at first. He wriggled underneath her, jerking his hips up slightly to go deeper. Her eyes widened in surprise and she forced herself down a little more.
With her hands on his shoulders for support she rocked up and down along his length. His hands came up between them to fondle her breasts. She loved the way his hands cupped them. The way his thumbs flicked over the nipples and pulled them into even tighter peaks.
She bounced up and down on his shaft feeling more free than she’d ever felt before. This rock star looked up at her, eyes filled with lust, as he worshiped her breasts and she felt like a queen.
She bounced until her legs started to feel weak but she didn’t want to stop. The throbbing in her pussy was just starting. A slow pulse in her clit blazed to life every time she came down hard on his cock.
He arched into her making every thrust go even deeper. Her moans filled the room, mingling with his grunts. He caressed her back with large calloused hands sending a shiver through her.
Desperate for release, orgasm the only thing important to her, she changed to a quick rocking back and forth motion. The feel his cock gliding and out of her as her pussy gripped him turned her on like there was no tomorrow.
But she knew what she needed. Knew how to make herself come. She rocked back and forth faster and faster until she knew her orgasm was close. So close that the smallest movement would release it. Then she started bouncing up and down again.
Her release crashed through her, racing through her entire body. Spasms careened through her, tightening her stomach, making her legs tremble.
Her body jerked as the pulses washed over her. She kept
bouncing up and down on Clay’s cock to ride out the orgasm. And she wanted him to come along with her.
Suddenly he gripped her hips and guided her up and down his length.
His thrusts up into her body became urgent, frenzied. More grunts filled the room. He jerked up into her harder and deeper. She continued to bounce, her contracting pussy gripping him tightly with each stroke.