by Lynn Davis
Destiny was bouncing very fast now, and gasping each time she bottomed out and felt his shaft reaching impossibly deep, her sounds growing louder, until suddenly he felt her tighten around his thick cock and she jerked frantically, throwing her head back and moaning as she came. He felt his cock begin to pulse in waves of pure pleasure that spread through his body as he released inside her, spurting his semen into her intimate depths as she ground her hips onto him, and only reluctantly slowing and finally stopping, panting, her head on his shoulder.
Destiny smiled a little girl grin, kissing him on the cheek.
“Thanks, that was great.”
“I should be thanking you,” he said breathlessly.
Destiny started to raise herself from his lap, when he caught her by the waist.
“Where in the hell do you think you are going?”
“Well, I was just…”
“I am not finished with you, little girl.” Kissing her on her chin, “We just got started. I hope you are not in a hurry to eat.” He grinned, displaying those dimples.
Destiny knew at that moment that she was in for a hot steamy night.
Chapter Nine
They awoke in the same position they had falling asleep. Destiny woke first, and she laid there studying the sleeping James Michaels. In his sleep, he was peaceful. She could tell he was dreaming, seeing his eyes moving so fast under his closed eyelids. She wondered what he might be dreaming about. As if he read her mind in his sleep, she heard him murmur, “Fuck Destiny, you feel so good, baby.” She smiled to herself, nothing like a rock god dreaming about making love to you, especially when he could have any woman he wanted at the blink of an eye.
She decided to get up and shower to prepare for whatever her weekend boyfriend had in store for her. She would be spending the day with him. If he was following her essay, he would take her sight-seeing to some of the famous sights in Los Angeles, but also some of the great spots only the natives knew about, since he was born and raised in L.A. She was actually excited about this. She had been to L.A. to visit family or for a convention here or there, but she had never really seen L.A. or experienced the lifestyle. She shifted to get up and felt the soreness between her legs. She winced a bit and then she got up, knowing that every time she bent over or sat down she would think of James.
James must have felt the bed shift as she was getting up. When she became aware of him in her peripheral vision as she headed for the shower, she stopped, looked at him and smiled. He had a boyish grin on his face.
“Good morning, little girl. Are you sore?”
“Good morning, baby boy. Yes a bit.”
“Are you too sore for a repeat performance?” he asked, turning back the covers to invite her back in bed.
“I think I can manage,” she said, retracing her steps back to the bed.
Chapter Ten
The first place James took Destiny was to his house. She had seen a magazine article about his house, and in her essay, she mentioned that she hoped to get to see it while she was with him. Her mouth fell open at how his home was even more marvelous than it looked in the photos. He led her on a guided tour, holding her hand and watching carefully at every reaction. When Destiny saw the famous Velvet Purple couch, she squealed.
“May I?”
“What? Sit on the couch?” James asked, confused.
“Don’t make fun of me! Purple is my favorite color, and when I saw you had a velvet purple couch, it looked so lush I said ‘I have to sit on that couch.’”
“By all means, knock yourself out. And while you do that, I want you to hear something.” James then disappeared to another room.
She heard music surround her, and then heard James’s voice. She closed her eyes and listened to the melodious song with its sad lyrics, and she was raptured away like so many other times when she listened to his music. She felt the couch next to her sink, and she knew he had come to sit with her. When the song stopped, she opened her eyes, blinking away the tears that had gathered.
“That was lovely. What is the name of the song?”
“It’s a work in progress, so I haven’t named it yet.”
James stared at Destiny until she became a bit uncomfortable. “James?”
“Do you know how beautiful you really are? Your shoulder-length, reddish brown hair falling gently framing your high cheekbones that tell the story of the Native American blood that flows in your veins, the milk chocolate skin with its red and yellow undertones, your dark brown almond shaped eyes, that, my God, when you are sexually aroused, make a man weak in the knees. Even now, your face, under this lighting, gives you a classic sexy look. Let’s not even talk about that body. Destiny, you are a very beautiful woman.”
“And I’ve seen the women you date,” Destiny cut James off. It was rude, but she didn’t want to get caught up in his words, and this was only for a weekend. “I’m not like them. James, I know you’ve read my essay. You may feel that you are doing me a favor, throw the little lonely woman a bone, and…” She paused and looked away from him, then continued, “I know that it may be obvious how I feel about my body, which means you know that I’m a bit insecure about myself and how I look.”
“How you look! Shit Destiny! Your body’s perfect!” Destiny raised an eyebrow and looked at his hazel eyes. She knew he was telling her the truth; one of the knacks she’d acquired over the years was the ability to read people’s eyes, and his were just devouring her. Softly he said, “You have a body that a man can fall into Destiny, soft and rounded. Those women you have seen me with, they mean nothing.” James moved closer to her and leaned his head back against the soft, velvety purple plush couch, “Not anymore.”
“Not anymore? James you were in love with Mary Roberts. You also have a hard time being alone. Isn’t that why you rushed to get another girlfriend not even two months later?”
Yes, maybe, you are right. I like being alone, but I don’t like not being in love. I fall easy, but I guess I know what I want and when I see it, I go after it. It doesn’t take me a long time to figure it out,” James retorted.
Destiny nodded her understanding. What James was saying was ringing true to her. She always felt that it doesn’t take a long time to know if you are supposed to be with someone. James was more than some singer/musician/songwriter that had made millions; he was actually a man that wanted to be loved for who he was. She pondered what it would take be entrusted with his heart.
James closed his eyes as if in thought about something that wasn’t pleasant. Then he was on his feet.
“Wait here, someone wants to meet you,” he said with more excitement than she expected after his confession.
“OK.”
A few minutes later, he returned with his golden retriever, “Manny.” Destiny smiled and before she could call the dog, Manny was up on the couch and in her lap. She laughed as he licked her face.
“Well, I guess you are a keeper,” James said enjoying the sight of her bonding with Manny.
Destiny took in the scenery and breathed in the fresher air as they left James’s Hollywood Hills home. They saw all the famous sites and their conversation flowed as if they were old friends, playing catch up. Destiny took pictures of them on the beach, in front of the Hollywood walk of fame. She would follow his direction when it came to dealing with the paparazzi and his fans.
His phone would ring constantly with members of the band calling, his assistant Sean called a few times. His mother called to invite him to dinner next week, his little sister wanted him to sign a picture for a new friend of hers. His life was so busy and stuffed with things that needed to be done. Destiny was impressed; at how James still found time in between all the distractions to make her feel as though she was the most important thing.
Chapter Eleven
Masters of the World were the headliner on the ticket, meaning that they would go on last. So when Destiny finally showed up at the venue, she got to hang out with him a bit before his set, meet the guys from Cold Play a
nd some other band she had never heard of before. She said hi to Sean and was introduced to the other members of Masters of the World, but the minute she saw James, she felt a magnetic pull that drew her as quickly as possible to him. She’d run into his arms, feeling like such a dork but when he lifted her in the air and kissed her while she wrapped her legs around his waist, none of that mattered.
“Hey, little girl,” he said. His voice rumbled over her skin while she hugged him to her and kissed his lips again.
“Hey, baby boy,” she whispered and leaned her forehead against his. “I missed you.”
“Missed you, too” he said, setting her down with a huge grin on his face. “I’ll show you how much later.”
The look in his eyes was enough to make her exhilarated and almost fearful for her little pussy. She couldn’t wait to get him alone and find out just how much he’d been craving her. If it were half as much as she craved him, she was in for a very tiring night.
He gave her a tour of the backstage area, the dressing room, all of which were past the cameras recording interviews of various members of the bands’ meet and greet sessions.
There was lots of energy and movement in the Masters of the World dressing room, not to mention great food to nibble on. She made her rounds talking with the band, listening to funny stories about James, and touring. Mick passed the time by getting a tattoo on his left arm, and when he saw Destiny, started belting out “My Destiny,” by Lionel Richie; the tattoo artist had to remind him to keep still. It was hot as hell outside, so most of the guys were shirtless in preparation for another energetic outdoor venue that would leave them sweaty.
Most of the guys, except for maybe Dylan, who just had his ears pierced, had some sort of body art, though Johnny’s was the most sedate; just large block of characters inside of his left upper arm spelling LOVE, a place that remained relatively hidden unless he was in a t-shirt or shirtless like now. Craig had a new Celtic band on his ankle and song lyrics scrolled across the cut of his hips. He liked to joke about making girls get up real close to read them.
When Destiny asked James about the story behind his tattoos, she discovered it was just little mementos to great moments in his life. James was the instigator for most of the guys being inked. Looking at him now, Destiny was so happy that James had gone ahead and got the tats.
His skin and those bold tattoos never ceased to be a lethal combination for her loins. Just watching him walk around the way he did when she stripped off his clothes for her enjoyment made her prideful, possessive, and so horny that she felt lightheaded. She wondered how long it would take him to find a place for them to fuck, or if she was just going to have to clear off one of those tables and get a fix in front of everyone.
Once she’d recovered her bearings, and gotten over the giddiness of seeing James, she relaxed and had fun with the guys backstage. When Masters of the World finally went onstage and she saw and heard the massive crowd go insane, it was the biggest vicarious adrenaline rush. People sang along, screamed their names and rushed the stage in throngs to get closer. The band dominated the space, playing their music even better than they had on the albums. She could tell they loved being on tour and mixing with their fans.
It never ceased to amaze her how strong and clear James’s voice was when he sang those lyrics he penned; how well James’s and Dylan’s guitar licks fed off each other; how Johnny’s skills made her appreciate what a good bassist could do; and how Craig’s arms brought a drum set to life; even Mick seemed to fit right in being the replacement for Lance. She laughed, beamed and swayed, singing along with the music that was so good it made her ache. She was thoroughly enjoying the show. She laughed when she stood back to see them as through the crowd’s eyes, she had to remind herself she was watching her weekend boyfriend and her new friends rock out, not strangers. How lucky she was that she didn’t just get a piece of it like those fans screaming out there in the audience. How lucky she was that she got to be close to the source of all that magic, able to reach out and touch it whenever she wanted. Well at least for the weekend. She, for the first time, wondered what would happen when the weekend ended.
At one point James’s gaze turned offstage towards her. She dismissed it as just the natural sway of his body as he rocked against the microphone stand and cast a seductive glance her way. James commanded everyone’s attention, while his voice took turns entrancing people and riling up the audience. Impressive as it was, Destiny’s attention was everywhere, what was happening on stage, behind the scenes, the responses of the audience and the groupies backstage. This world she had never experienced and she felt like a naïve virgin teenage girl getting ready to have a cherry popped by an experienced and older lover. They started playing one of Destiny’s favorite songs, “Lady be Mine.”
Destiny started to sing along and sway to the music. She lifted her hands and slowly turned around as the music ravished her and carried her into a zone of her own. When the song ended, she turned to see James’s eyes still on her. She blushed a bit, wondering how long he had been watching her. He smiled before cueing the music to the next song. Another one of Destiny’s favorites: “Privacy.” Destiny started to feel her juices gather at the apex between her thighs. She became flush with desire. She was in trouble now. She looked for water but there was none to be seen, and she couldn’t seem to move her feet to walk away from her spot. For the first time she admitted, love had nothing to do with it, she just needed to let go. She licked her lips as she heard James sing.
***
James decided to give her the rest of the tour, extending to the back lot where all the buses and trucks were parked. Fans screamed in his direction, asked to take pictures with him, fawned over his shirtless physique and told him they were so in love with him. Destiny stood off to the side, giving him his space and watched with amusement. She had no doubt that touring and making someone’s day just by taking a picture with her was going to be a staple of his future.
She contemplated if she would be able to grow accustom to girls wanting her man. She watched as a fan tried to cop a feel of his ass and James strategically maneuvered away from her hand. Glancing over at Destiny, he shrugged his shoulders at her. Since she was not one to be the jealous type, if she could trust him to be faithful, she wouldn’t worry about him when he was not around her. However, that was not her place to worry about that. She was only here for a weekend. It did give her something to think about because her mind was wondering “What If”.
When they finally made it to his bus, they were away from the fray of fans and most of the prying eyes surrounding the back lot. It was as private as it was going to get for them until they made it to the hotel.
“I wonder what your girlfriend would say if she saw all those girls fawning over you,” she said with a smile. She folded her hands behind her and leaned back against the bus, tilting her head with a smirk.
“I think she’d be okay with it,” he answered with a chuckle. “See my girl, she’s the best. She trusts me. She already knows I’m very much in love with her and that I’m always faithful to her.” He moved closer, the heat of his body and the intensity of his eyes searing through her. “She’s the only girl I think about.”
“Oh, she sounds like the perfect girlfriend, a real keeper. I’m just wondering what she would say about what we did?” Destiny tried not to laugh and so did he, but she kept up the game, loving the way he hovered over her and stared at every inch of her body like he was starving.
James mocked as if to think of a good answer and said, “Well, you see about that…I…er was wondering if you would be my girlfriend. See the last one didn’t work out that well. So what do you say?”
“What are you going to do to show me, you appreciate just how trusting I would be as your girlfriend?”
“Everything,” he answered while his fingers teased the edge of her skirt.
Destiny’s smile broadened and she struggled to breathe. His eyes were peering into her, those fingers, and the way he m
ade her body feel so aroused; she was sure he could feel the heat coming off her body in waves. She wondered if he could smell the lust on her, and would she ever get tired of this. But she already knew the answer to that question. She didn’t think she would ever tire of being this close to him. Not ever.
“Everything, huh? I like the sound of that,” she giggled.
Chapter Twelve
Destiny stirred in her sleep, not fully conscious. She was coming out of a dream about flying high over the city skyline, into the clouds. Her stomach was doing loops, and she wanted to look down, but instead she looked up. Up, up, and stars spun against her fingertips. She knew she should be scared. It was a long way to fall. However, the longer she was up there, the more she realized that the only way she would drop is if she ceased to believe she could survive in the sky.
The stars against her fingertips turned into soft skin. Lips caressed her earlobe, her neck. She felt the scrape of teeth, and her ass moved gently against the hips pressed against them.
She woke with a smile on her face. She felt the bed shift slightly, felt hands roving over her already alert body. A large sturdy hand cupped her breast. When she gasped, the hand lifted to cradle her face, and her smile broadened when she was turned into James’s warmth and waiting mouth.