by Lyn Rosella
I suddenly felt too exposed in my black and gold bikini. If I bobbed any higher out of the water he'd see the tops of my breasts, and if I swam off, he'd have a pretty damn good view of my ass.
Not that my costumes onstage were any less revealing, but this was different. We were alone.
"Did Gavin wake you?" I asked.
"I wasn't asleep just yet." He gestured toward something at the foot of his chair. A shiny silver flask.
It was nice to know I wasn't the only one who had trouble sleeping.
"Have enough to share?" I asked with a mischievous smirk.
He smiled. "Of course."
He slid from the chair and sat on the ledge, letting his feet dangle into the water next to me. The man's calves were like tree trunks; I had to resist an urge to feel them up.
He uncapped the flask and held it before me. When I reached for it, he snatched it away. "Nope, your hands are wet, you might drop it." He spread his knees and pointed to the water before him. "Here. And I'll feed you."
I couldn't believe I was warming up to this. For me to follow his orders - me! Of all people - for me to swim around to where he pointed between his knees and open my mouth like a baby bird - it was just unfathomable. It felt like breaking the rules of the universe, going against everything that everyone knew about me.
It was so very oddly liberating.
He poured just a small amount into my waiting mouth. The whiskey burned as I swallowed and watching him take a swig himself, his throat working as he drank.
"You like whiskey?" he asked.
"You ask that after you've already poured it down my throat?" I laughed.
He smirked. "I didn't ask you if you'd drink it. You will if I tell you to. I'm just asking if you like it."
I offered no reply to that.
The smirk faded. Holding up the flask again, he said, "Open."
I did, tilting my head back just a little without breaking eye contact. He poured another shot's worth of the amber liquid into my waiting mouth while a hunger burned in his eyes.
I swallowed, and licked my lips.
"Lift yourself up," he said, "I want to see your bikini."
I narrowed my eyes at the order but I obeyed without hesitating. Planting my hands on his knees, I lifted my weight partially out of the water - just enough so that he could see my bikini top. Droplets rolled down the soft, dark skin of the tops of my breasts.
"I'm going to take my cock out," he said with a hint of warning, "I want you to stay just as you are."
My eyes widened. I shifted just a little, making my arms more comfortable, then nodded. He nodded back. He reached for the elastic band of his shorts and tugged it down, just partway, revealing a thatch of dark hair. Oh. He's not a blond, then. The thought made me giggle.
"Silence." The sound died in my throat.
He pulled his shorts lower. I could see the base of his shaft, now. He's really going to do it. And I'm not going to stop him. He was watching my eyes, watching for a reaction. I nodded again.
He pulled his erection free. Holding it in one fist, he stroked the huge organ, revealing its full length and girth to me.
I tried to keep my face composed but I was throbbing between my legs. This is actually happening. He was well-endowed, to say the least. I thought of one of my dirtier songs for some reason - the one where I described a lover's member as
a battering ram come to pound down the
walls
and
a great long rocket come to blast me to pieces.
The cocks that I'd been referencing did not compare to his.
I marveled at the color of it, too. I'd only been with black men before and sort of assumed there wouldn't be much difference, but I was surprised that I could see the colors of his veins. Surprised, but not turned off - not even a little. If anything, my mouth was watering.
But I remained just as he'd instructed me to. His eyes locked on my breasts, now pebbled with goosebumps as the water evaporated. He stroked himself slowly, growing harder right before my eyes.
"Untie it," he said, nodding toward the string that went around the back of my neck. If I untied that, my breasts would spill right out. Can I do it? Do I want to start losing clothes with him?
I did. I felt like I could trust him. He was giving me orders but he wasn't making a move at me himself. He was giving me an out every step of the way. Realizing that, I felt safer there with him than I ever had with my ex. Don’t even think about thinking about Camden right now.
I let myself drop deeper into the water so I could reach the string and tug the knot loose. I never took my eyes from his cock - I couldn't. It was so formidable, so impressively huge... so perfect. I wondered how it might feel throbbing inside of me, and I flushed with heat.
Top untied, I lifted myself back out of the water with one hand on each of his knees. Water cascaded from my bare breasts as I rose., nipples hard and tight as they were exposed in the cooler air. The tiny garment hung loose around my ribs.
"Very good," he said, his voice a little huskier now. He stroked himself with more force.
My dark nipples crinkled tighter under his hungry gaze. Every inch of my skin buzzed to life. This was so much hotter than I could have imagined - and we weren't even really touching. I was just supporting myself with his knees, but that wasn't much. Yet I was more turned on than I was willing to admit.
He grunted with one particularly rough stroke. "Kiss it," he said suddenly.
"Kiss it?" I asked. "Are you serious?”
"Mmm." He picked up speed for a moment before slowing, backing off just a touch. He was in no rush to just shoot his load and get out of there, that was for sure. "Don't question me. Just kiss it."
I shifted forward, holding myself up between his thighs. I looked to him for encouragement, and he nodded. "Go on."
This is crossing a line, the alarm bells in my head warned. But I was under his spell. I leaned forward and gave the tip of his cock a light, airy little kiss. He was smirking when I straightened back up.
"Again."
I kissed the tip again, lingering just a breath longer this time. "Again," he said immediately. I swiped him once with my tongue lightly as I kissed it once more. "Again." Further between my lips, more tongue, more wetness. "Again. Again." He groaned as took the spongy head of his cock inside my mouth and sucked. I swirled my tongue around the ridge, and over his slit, tasting the salty fluids of his arousal. He was fucking delicious.
I felt his hardness swell between my lips as I dipped lower and lower. He removed his hand and placed it on the concrete next to him, letting me take over. My saliva coated his shaft as I bobbed down, and I realized suddenly that there was no way I would fit all of him. He was just too damn big.
So I sucked him as best I could, massaging him at the same time with my tongue. I moaned around my mouthful of his flesh. I felt a little out of my mind - wild and wanton, not at all like myself. I relished the heat and the hardness, the taste of him, everything about the magnificent cock in my mouth. I wanted to make him feel good; I wanted to make him come. A simple goal in my crazy, crazy life. I couldn't please everybody, but I could sure as hell please him.
I dipped as low as I could and swallowed around the swollen head. "Off!" he barked. I pulled away with alarm. Had I done something wrong? He grabbed his cock in his fist as I sat up and furiously stroked himself. The muscles of his neck strained and his eyes were narrow and dark. It took less than a moment - then his hips were lifting from the ground and he was groaning, growling with his orgasm. His whole body shuddered, head to toe. I watched with fascination as he caught jet after jet of his milky fluids in his other hand. I'd helped make this happen. I'd helped make this powerful man lose control. I'd never felt so pleased about someone else's orgasm in all my life.
Breathing heavily, he grabbed my towel from the chair he'd left behind him and wiped his messy hand.
"Good," he said. He cupped my chin and ran his thumb over my lips. "Good girl. You
follow instructions very well."
Then, with a heavy sigh, he rose to his feet and let me slide back into the water.
"That's it?" I asked, a little disappointed. I didn't know what exactly I'd expected. I didn't want to have sex with him - at least, I thought I didn't, and I knew for sure that I shouldn't - but I was sort of hoping he'd touch me again the way that he had in that tiny hotel room the morning before.
His lips curved with a wicked grin. "You aren't ready for what I want to do to you, yet." His expression softened at the look on my face. "How about some instructions?"
"What do you mean?"
"I want you to touch yourself when you go back to your room," he said. He knelt at the edge of the pool and leaned closer, as if sharing a secret. "I want you to get good and worked up. Rub your clit, use your vibrator on it, whatever you need, and bring yourself right up to the edge. And then I want you to stop."
"Stop?" I'd never done anything like that. When I wanted to get off, I got off. I didn't drag out the process.
"Yes. Stop and count to twenty. I want you to do this to yourself three times."
"And then?" I breathed.
"Then, and only then, you can come. And I want you to slide two fingers deep inside your pussy when it happens. Not before. Only when you're coming. And then I want you to taste yourself."
"Shit," I cursed, my eyes going wide.
"Do that for me," he said, "And then maybe you'll be ready for more."
I watched him walk out. He never looked back; he acted as though he didn't have a care in the world. I couldn't blame him - I'd be feeling pretty damn good, too, if I'd just gotten off as hard as he had.
I waited until he was gone to fix my bikini and get out of the pool. Was I really going to follow his orders? It was one thing to play along when we were together, but once I was alone, in the privacy of my hotel room... Why the fuck not? The man was a lot kinkier than anyone I'd ever been with, but everything he'd done so far only turned me on and made me even more attracted to him.
So maybe I'd give his instructions a try. What could it hurt?
"So. Your new bodyguard." Oh, fuck, shit, fuck, someone saw us, someone said something. I tried to appear nonchalant.
"What about him?"
Lexi watched my face with a curious look. The girl was too observant, too damn smart. Get a real job! I wanted to scream at her. But I depended on her too much to drive her away. "Is he the new head of the team?"
I waved a dismissive hand. "Bodyguard politics aren't my concern." I didn't know which one was "head of the team" at any given moment and I certainly didn't care.
"Just because you were looking for him in the lobby," she said, "I thought maybe he was in charge now. Seemed odd 'cause he's so new."
"He had my back this morning," I said, "And I forgot the other guy's name. Why, Lexi? What are you suggesting?" I drew myself up to my full height and planted a hand on my hip. Eyebrows raised, mouth downturned in a disappointed frown, I waited for her to dare to defend herself.
"Absolutely nothing," she said, showing her palms, "I just like to stay on top of staff issues. That's all. Just keeping the peace."
"There are no issues, Lexi, and besides, we're done traveling for a bit now anyway. We'll be home soon. You can relax."
"I can try," she said.
I hadn't meant to snap at her so harshly but I was on edge. I knew Vaughn would want to know how I fared the night before. And I wanted to tell him, God help me. But though I caught glimpses of him through the morning as we prepared to leave the hotel, I never did catch a moment alone with him.
And it would be a little while before the crew was together again. We were heading back to Los Angeles - back home, for them at least. My heart would always reside in Philadelphia, but I owned an apartment in both cities. Unfortunately for me, we'd arranged for rehearsals to take place in LA, so that was where I'd be spending most of my time before the dreaded award show.
It made it easier to line up media appearances if I stayed there, too. Philly and my family would have to wait until I found a spare weekend. Free time was getting harder and harder to come by every year.
Getting out the hotel was just as hectic as always. And just looking at the airport made me feel exhausted, despite the good night's sleep I'd gotten. It would be nice to put down roots for a little while.
I listened to my crew chat during the flight. They all had plans with friends and family. I had a couple parties I was considering attending but I hadn't made any arrangements yet - I was considering going full-on shut-in outside of rehearsals and appearances.
"What about you, Vaughn?" Lexi asked. I tried not to look like I was listening, tried to pretend I was still reading something on my phone.
"The company gave me another assignment for next week," he said. "After that?" He shrugged.
Damn. He'd be busy for a week. Maybe even traveling. I didn't like the fact that I was disappointed but I had to recognize it, had to accept it. And I have to do something about it. I wanted him around. That much was certain. If he only had a week-long assignment, I'd have to call up the security company and make sure I booked up some of his time after.
I couldn't believe that I was considering such a thing, but he'd woken something up in me and I wanted to continue exploring it.
All I needed was a valid excuse to buy his time. It looked like I'd be joining LA's social scene after all.
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"Vision Security Services, how can I help you?"
"Yes, this is Zenaida, I'd like to hire someone for this weekend."
"Account number?"
Shit. I hung up. This is why I have assistants. Simply throwing my name wouldn't do the trick over the phone.
I'd lined up a couple social events already and hadn't let my team know just yet. Pauline was busy with the business of getting everything ready for my next tour, but she'd be on my case soon enough about making local appearances. I wanted to have Vaughn lined up before then.
Otherwise the week had been filled with grueling rehearsals. It was important for our performance at the Relevance Awards to be just perfect, and I was full of ideas to make it better and better. But more changes meant more work, and I was beginning to suspect that my dancers and my costume department were plotting to kill me.
"Guys, people will be watching this shit over and over," I said, circling the dance studio we were renting out for the month. "You might think we can get away with little mistakes the night of the performance but people will spot them online."
My dancers only glared. They knew better than to speak up when I was in perfectionist mode.
"Take pride in your work, people!" I said, clapping at them, urging them on, pushing them as hard as I dared. The whole thing needed to be absolutely perfect.
I would not let Camden have the satisfaction of seeing anything less. If I was forced to be at the same event as him, to put on a show while he was in the audience, I was going to make damn sure it kicked as much ass as possible. I was angry that I was being made to do this, and I was going to make everybody else miserable along with me.
And when rehearsal was over and everybody began to file out, I kept right on dancing and right on making notes to think about later. "Girl, you need to get laid," one of the dancers called over his shoulder on his way out the studio's door.
I let it slide. I knew I was being way too hard on them. But I couldn't seem to stop.
When I thought about seeing Vaughn again, though, my stomach stopped churning with dread. Instead, it fluttered with something else.
Butterflies.
I had to see him.
But if I asked Lexi to make the call to the security company for me, she'd flip the hell out. The girl had no stomach for scandal. It would not work for my image to have the press thinking I was sleeping with my bodyguard. Even if I'm not. I just want to... I didn't really know what I was doing. But it wasn't as simple as just getting laid, that was for sure.
Pauline would freak out, t
oo. The woman would start eating her hair if I didn't stop shedding staff members. It's been three weeks since I've fired anyone, though! No one had quit in that time, either. It was a damn record!
That left Gavin. He could be discreet. He wouldn't think the sky was falling - or if he did, he would keep it to himself. At least I hoped he would. I called him up and crossed my fingers that he hadn't left for his vacation yet.
"Hey, Zenaida," he said hesitantly when he answered the phone. I jumped for joy, right there in the lavish living room of my apartment.