by Desiree Holt, Lisabet Sarai, Lily Harlem, Elizabeth Coldwell, Wendi Zwaduk, Imari Jade
“Why?” Bryanna asked.
He answered her by placing his lips on hers.
Bryanna succumbed to the sudden onslaught, wrapping her legs around his waist. His cock dug against her cleft.
“How much time do we have?’ Axil asked as he buried his face into the crook of her neck and kissed her throat.
“Not enough,” she answered as her body responded to his.
“Oh,” he groaned as he released her slowly. “I don’t think I’m going to make it through the second act without…”
“A cold shower,” she finished for him.
“Don’t joke at a time like this. I want you so desperately.”
“It’s the costume,” Bryanna told him. “It drives men insane.” She walked away from him, her legs wobbling nervously.
“Why did you ask me where Collin is?”
“I kind of figured he’d beat you in here.”
Axil grimaced and headed towards the door. “You haven’t forgotten about going out with me tonight, have you?”
“No,” Bryanna replied with a smile. “It’s a date.”
Axil smiled at her. “I better get out of here before someone comes in.”
“If it’s worth anything, I think you can take Della.”
* * * *
Bryanna didn’t know how he’d done it, but Axil had made it a date to remember. It began with a chauffeured limousine ride to the restaurant, followed by a carriage ride through the streets of Seattle—around the financial district, residential areas and the panoramic waterfront. Even the weather had turned out to be perfect. Then they went out dancing until the wee hours of the morning. And the best part of all, Axil kept his promise…no drinking, except for water.
And she kept her promise, too. The date ended in his hotel room at three in the morning.
Morally, she had issues with what she was about to do. How could she be with Collin and now also be with Axil? She tried to just dismiss her conscience for the evening, especially once they started slow dancing in the bedroom to the music spewing from the radio, with Axil looking at her as only he could. Even if fifty men came and went through her bedroom, Axil would always be number one and own the key to her heart.
His kiss was gentle and unassuming. For all extents and purposes, he was still the Axil she’d known since childhood—shy and soft spoken and caring—wrapped up in a grown-up package. And if anything was going to happen between them, she would have to initiate it because, quite frankly, she believed he feared he would break her.
Bryanna reached up and began loosening his tie then helped him out of his jacket. She unbuttoned his shirt and he removed it and tossed it in a heap on the floor with the jacket and tie. She smirked. Practical Axil still wore T-shirts beneath his clothes like his mother always told him to as a child. He removed it as well, displaying his naked torso.
Bryanna ran a hand over his bare chest and Axil trembled. So cute. Could it be possible he’d never been with a woman before? No…preposterous. Axil had had a lot of girlfriends during high school. But seriously, except for groupies hanging around him, when did she ever recall him dating anyone since they had grown into young adults? Most of his time was taken up with Simmer. As their leader, he always had his hand in something in order to enable their rise to the top then continue their success. The thought that he could be untouched intrigued her.
“Would you unzip me?” Bryanna asked, turning her back to him and raising her hair out of the way so he could see the back of her dress.
Axil’s big, long fingers trembled and fumbled until he unhooked it and then he ran the zipper down the track.
Bryanna slipped her arms out of the sleeves and let the dress land in a puddle at her feet. She kicked it aside and stood before him in sizzling black underwear she had purchased in Los Angeles. She raised her fingers and unsnapped the front locking bra then added it to the growing pile on the floor.
Axil stared and gulped. “You’re so beautiful.”
She reached for his hand and guided it to one of her breasts. “It won’t break.”
Axil’s touch was very tender as he stroked the nipple. It hardened and budded between his fingers. He was like a kid in a candy shop…wide-eyed and looking like he wanted to sample everything in the display case but wasn’t quite sure where to start.
Bryanna helped him out a bit by pushing her breasts out to him. Axil’s head automatically lowered and he captured one of the nipples with his lips and began to suckle. Bryanna moaned as the heat from his breath made her feel all warm and toasty inside. She ran her fingers through his thick blond hair. It felt like silk. While he nursed at her breasts, Bryanna got busy lowering his zipper and sticking one of her hands inside his briefs. Axil gasped as she wrapped her hand around his length.
“Don’t fight me, Axil,” she told him as she stroked him slowly.
“I won’t fight you,” he said lowering the trousers so she could have better access.
Bryanna’s eyes widened. He was much longer than she’d imaged. No problem. She was going to enjoy this. Bryanna stopped fondling him long enough for him to get out of his trousers, briefs and shoes, then she pushed him down on the bed into a seated position. She walked away from him, turned up the music and began to dance.
Axil stared as she transformed into a bad girl, slowly undulating her hips and teasing him with her stripper routine.
“Where did you learn to do that?” he asked, staring—fascinated.
“Cable television.” She slipped her fingers into the waistband of the panties then slid them down her hips to draw his attention lower. She was out of them by the time the song ended. Bryanna walked over to him, clad in only her high heels, and mounted his lap.
A blush rose on Axil’s delightfully innocent face.
“Are you embarrassed?” She rocked to the music and put her arms around his neck.
“I think there’s something I need to tell you, darling,” he said, burying his head into her breasts again.
“No time for words,” she said as she threw her head back and let him have at her breasts. She ground her pelvis into his crotch. “Do you have a condom?” she asked as she planted kisses along his face and chin.
His head bobbed slowly. “In my wallet.”
Bryanna slid from his lap and reached down for the trousers, giving him a good look at her backside. He rewarded her with a very sexy sigh.
Axil dug into his pocket and quickly retrieved a silver, round packet from his wallet.
Extra large. Bryanna smirked. She liked this so much. Axil rose and slipped on the condom. She moved her eyes quickly as he sat back down on the bed so she wouldn’t make him more nervous. She approached him cautiously, straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Axil was a quick learner, kissing her back deeply and running his big hands up and down her back and bottom. He pulled her closer to him.
“You are so soft and warm,” he told her. “And you smell so sweet.”
Bryanna chuckled. “It’s the cologne you gave me for my birthday. You have excellent tastes in cologne.”
He kissed her more deeply this time, allowing his tongue to dip inside her mouth. Bryanna moved her tongue around and teased the insides of his jaw and allowed her tongue to dance with his. She didn’t know how long he could last, so she again took the lead, dipping her hand between them and touching his cock. It jumped in her hands and he leant forward and moaned.
“I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I wanted you.”
Truer words were never spoken. He had saved himself for her. The thought pleased her. Why couldn’t she decide? She wanted so much to choose him, but Collin meant a lot to her too… Bryanna lifted her body, inserted the tip of his cock at her opening then sat down on it. They gasped simultaneously as the head pushed inside of her.
Bryanna’s hips rotated slowly, taking him in deeper. Axil put both his hands on her hips, raised her body a little and then lowered her down upon his swollen member. He filled he
r completely, stroking her inside walls and making her tremble with ecstasy.
Bryanna rode him until she got comfortable with his width. Her channel moistened.
Axil captured her lips again and Bryanna blocked out any uneasiness. It was just her and him…just as nature wanted them to be.
They changed positions. Axil took her missionary style—spreading her wide, securing her legs around his waist then driving home until he had her moaning and trembling beneath him.
The radio station seemed to play only for them as Hall and Oates’ One on One set the scene with mood music.
Her body shook as Bryanna raised her hips and came passionately and deeply from Axil’s powerful thrusts.
“Oh, baby, that feels so wonderful,” Axil said as he slowed the movements of his hips to experience the orgasm with her.
Bryanna kissed his sweaty chest. She licked his nipple and Axil shuddered. “Ooh, Hall and Oates, double play,” Bryanna replied as Out of Touch came through the speakers.
Axil rolled over and put her on top.
Bryanna literally danced on his cock, displaying her acrobatic skills and great muscle control.
Axil chuckled at her silliness but did not lose his powerful erection.
“Oh, I like this song,” Bryanna said when the song changed.
“What is it?” Axil asked.
“Proud. It’s by a Korean group.”
“When did you start listening to Asian music?” he asked, concentrating on the mission at hand.
“Since I discovered YouTube. Listen.”
Axil rolled her over on to her back again and took control. She didn’t know if he was actually listening or not, but he was performing wonderful manoeuvres inside of her.
“I want to walk down the aisle to this song if I ever get married,” Bryanna confessed. “It is so beautiful and sensual.”
Axil paused a moment and then slowly ground into her.
Bryanna gasped, scratching his back with her nails. By the time the song made it to the second chorus, Bryanna climaxed again.
“I like the song,” he finally admitted as his hips moved faster.
Bryanna raised her hips as Axil’s body quivered above her. He raised her right leg, spread her wider and buried himself inside her as the orgasm passed through his body. He moaned loudly, straining and arching his back as he ejaculated.
Bryanna gazed up at him. Axil’s face didn’t contort but remained serene and gorgeous…his eyes misting with tears. He was truly sentimental and beautiful and hers.
“I love you, Bryanna,” he announced as he sank against her.
“And I love you, too,” she said once he’d rolled his weight off her and she could breathe.
“I want the name of that group,” he told her as he pulled her against him.
“Why?”
“Because I want to make your dreams come true.”
Chapter Six
Axil didn’t even frown the next morning after breakfast when she crawled into a taxi accompanied by Collin.
Collin, being Collin, could not wait until the taxi left the parking lot before he pulled her closer to him and kissed her on the head. “How was your date with the blond jerk?”
“I wish you wouldn’t call him names. Axil’s not such a bad guy.”
“I know,” he replied, surprising her. “But we’re rivals.”
Bryanna put her head on his shoulder. He smelt sensational and he looked great in black. She was tired and she didn’t feel like arguing. “Since when are you two rivals?”
“Since you refuse to choose,” Collin told her, not bothering to spare her feelings.
So far she didn’t see the point in choosing. She was selfishly enjoying both their company and not hurting anyone. “Seattle is a beautiful town,” she said, changing the subject.
Collin chuckled. “Very subtle, Bry.”
They spent a delightful day together visiting museums, sampling food at street-side vendors and walking along the water’s edge. Collin truly opened up to her during their time alone together. He was like a completely different person, not a bit stuffy and overbearing. They returned to the hotel just before dusk. Collin kissed her goodbye at the door and didn’t try to enter.
Bryanna gave him mad props for realising she needed to rest between lovers. Even she knew this couldn’t go on forever between them. One day she would have to choose.
* * * *
Bryanna had barely adjusted to Seattle when they were off again. She stared out of the window as they reached a stretch of highway with nothing but trees. Their tour bus was comfortable and air-conditioned, but after a couple of days of eating fast food and seeing nothing but greenery and mountains, Bryanna wanted to scream.
“We’ll be in New York tomorrow,” Axil told her, sensing her aggravation as he tuned the strings of his guitar. The rest of the band played cards while Collin busied himself composing songs and Jonathan napped in one of the front seats.
“Not soon enough,” Bryanna replied. “I think I’m going stir crazy.”
Axil strummed the chord to the Commodores, Sail On’ and he began to serenade her. He knew she loved her some Lionel Ritchie, and before long, she and the others joined Axil in their rendition.
“I like the way that sounds,” Jonathan said, awakening and coming towards them. He flopped down in a seat and stretched. “I think you guys should use it.”
Anything to make a buck, Bryanna said to herself.
“I’ll speak to Mr Ritchie’s people about obtaining the rights to record it.”
“I’m starving,” Kurt said a few minutes later.
“Me too,” Jimmy agreed with him. “When are we going to take a break?” he asked Jonathan.
“Next city,” Jonathan assured him. “We have a lot of ground to cover if we expect to make it to New York tomorrow.”
“I want to see Broadway,” Bryanna announced. “And eat at famous restaurants.”
The band had been to New York before but never as a headliner. They’d open for another group when their career was just getting started, and after they’d performed, Jonathan just loaded them up on a bus and took them on to their next destination. Bryanna sighed. Sometimes she felt like she had spent most of her life on the road and she was just twenty-five.
“I don’t know,” Jonathan disagreed. “You guys are pretty popular now. You can’t just be going off on your own like you did in Seattle and Los Angeles.”
Bryanna wasn’t a fool and neither were the guys. They always took every precaution not to get themselves into situations where they could get mobbed.
“We can go as a group,” Kurt suggested.
Jonathan chuckled. “You guys always come back drunk.”
“Not anymore,” Axil replied. “I’ve given up alcohol.”
Jonathan looked surprised. “Oh, why?”
“No particular reason,” he said. “But apparently I’m at my best when I’m sober.”
“Meaning?” Collin asked, suddenly interested in the conversation. Normally he just sat there, ignoring Jonathan and doing whatever he wanted.
“Let’s just say I’m cuter and easier to love when I’m sober.” He winked at Bryanna.
“Yuck,” Collin gagged. “Forgive me for asking.”
Axil chuckled, knowing Collin knew exactly what he meant.
Bryanna chose to ignore both of them.
“Then it’s settled. We’ll all go out on the town tomorrow and not get bloody drunk and return at a decent hour,” Kurt replied.
“Boy Scout,” Damon teased.
“Bite me,” Kurt told him.
Damon shook his head. “My mouth isn’t touching anything on you. Dream on.”
Kurt blew him a kiss, and Collin just stared at the two of them like they’d lost their minds.
Kurt preferring guys wasn’t a secret to anyone. He’d come out of the closet as a teen, and every now and then one of the members would playfully tease him about his sexuality. They didn’t mess with him as much now, devot
ing most of their energy to the saga of Bryanna, Collin and Axil.
“Bryanna will be the only female accompanying you guys, I suppose,” Jonathan replied.
“We’ve barely made it to New York,” Jimmy said. “Unless you know something we don’t, where are we supposed to pick up women that fast?”
Jonathan shrugged. “I’m just saying don’t go out there and get into any trouble. Use protection if you have to go there, and never give them your real names.”
Everyone groaned. It had been a long time since he’d given them the sex talk.
“Right,” Jimmy agreed. “Wear a raincoat.”
Collin surprised everyone by laughing out loud. “You guys are a bunch of morons.”
“And you’re an arrogant little song bird,” Jonathan shot back. “You’ll remember my warnings when you get some pretty little thing knocked up and she tries to sue your ass for child support and half your earnings. Babies are an eighteen-year expense.”
Apparently this was a pretty touchy subject with Jonathan, which surprised her since he too preferred the company of men.
“Okay, okay,” Collin said. “Don’t get our knickers in a knot. If I score tomorrow night, I’ll use protection.”
Yes, he is so going to use it. Collin rocked her world but at the moment none of them were parent material…always on the road, sleeping on tour buses and only home for a few weeks out of the year. And now, with her having multiple partners, there was no way she wanted to transport an STD or be the recipient of one, either. She did consider herself a responsible young woman even if she was presently doing the nasty with two men.
Yes, it did sound slutty, even to her when she thought about it. But for the moment the three of them weren’t hurting anyone.
“You guys better keep an eye on Bryanna tomorrow night,” Jonathan warned. “And bring her back to the hotel in one piece.”
Axil looked her way. “Make sure you don’t cause us any grief, woman. No getting drunk and table dancing.”
Bryanna saluted him. “I’ll keep it down to a mild trawling the docks for sailors.”
Jonathan shook his head. “Everything is a joke to you guys. If you let anything happen to her, I’ll personally kick your asses.”