I stay expressionless as to not scare him. He laid it all out for me and I appreciate that but inside the storm has begun to rumble. Images of threesomes and orgies run through my mind. He releases my hand and bites his bottom lip warily. Even at war with his confession, butterflies dance in my stomach at how incredibly sexy he is pulling on his lip. I want to taste those lips so bad. Lick them and feel them against my skin.
I know he’s waiting for me to react so I pull his hand back in mine. “You don’t need to explain yourself to me, how you live your life is not for me to judge. Besides I need to be lenient that way you have to return the favor when I tell you my number.” I smile at him devilishly. I’ve only been with two men but I have to punish him for his womanizing way somehow. His eyes widen and I know he’ll spend the night restlessly picturing me with an endless number of men.
“How many?” his voice slightly squeaking.
“Sorry but that’s a second date kind of question. Next question please.” He pouts but relents.
“When can I see you again?” He repeats his earlier question as we pull up to my townhouse.
“Tomorrow’s Saturday and I’m totally free. Well not totally free, it might cost you a little.” I tease
“What will it cost me? I’m willing to pay anything.”
“It’ll a cost you a kiss, a passionate one,” I lower my voice seductively. “A touch, one that makes my body shiver,” his heated gaze shutters. “Lastly a lick, a slow body-clenching lick,” I whisper into his ear.
His eyes close as he takes a few shallow breaths, adjusting his pretty obvious hard-on. “You’re killing me here Kerri,” he says reaching for the door, “I need some air.” He exits the vehicle helping me out after him. We walk silently to the door, both of us not wanting the night to end.
“You want to come in?” I offer as we reach the door.
“I’m defiantly going to defile you if I go in there.”
I grab his leather jacket with both hands and pull him against my body wantonly. “I don’t care” I whisper against his lips as his hands wrap around my waist, pulling me even closer to his hard body. I nibble on his bottom lip and he moans a little surprised by my bold behavior. I slip my tongue into his mouth tasting the sweet flavor uniquely Brayden Quinn. I could live off this man alone and be happy for the rest of my life. His rock-hard erection jumps against my stomach and to show my appreciation I rub my body against him, enticing a soft groan from deep inside him. His hands tighten on my waist pulling me off and holding me at arm’s length. I’m left panting, hungry for more. I want to throw a tantrum at the lost of his warmth against me.
“I have to go or I’m gonna fuck you against your door until you scream out for all the neighbors to hear.” He declares. “You should go in.” I turn and unlock the door. He’s still standing there waiting when I turn to shut the door.
“You still have one more question,” I remind him.
He doesn’t think for long before he asks, “Is there a boyfriend or anything close to being one in your life.”
“No, but don’t you think that should have been your first question?”
“No, because it wouldn’t matter in the slightest lady Kerrington, I would fight any man to the death for you.” He declares.
Chapter 3
My leg trembles uncontrollably, hot jolt of pleasure run through my body as Brayden frantically licks my pussy. My hands tangle in his dark unruly hair. Oh…God he’s trying to consume me. Strong fingers pin my hips to the bed. His moans have me debating if it’s possible he’s enjoying the taste of me more than I’m enjoying his hot tongue slowly flicking my clit. Negative, there’s no pleasure better than what he’s making me feel. I grasp the sheets with one hand while the other tightens in his hair as he begins to suck on me. My eyelids close and bright white beams of light shoot off behind my eyelids. His soft warm tongue sliding against me is too much. I scream his name as I climax, shaking uncontrollably.
A loud shrilling sound jars me out of my dream. I open my eyes, blinded by the sunlight beaming through the blinds. I’m sweating, I’m alone and my fingers are dripping wet in my panties. I can’t believe I just masturbated in my sleep. Brayden Quinn has me in sexual overload. I sigh as I get out of bed to stop the annoying shrilling coming from my phone.
The display says I have three missed calls from Brayden. I smile at the screen. Ally practically dragged me to a concert last night and I met the most beautiful man I’ve ever known. I tap the screen and wait to hear that sexy Irish tone. He answers on the second ring causing me to quiver at the sound of his voice.
“When did you program your number into my phone?” I ask.
“While you were sniffing my neck thinking about how badly you wanted to lick me there.” He chuckled.
“And other places,” I reply. His laughter dies instantly and he’s speechless for a few moments.
“You are so wicked.” He finally says. “I’ve been calling you for the last hour, did I wake you?”
“Oh yeah, If my dream was reality you would’ve killed yourself for interrupting at that exact moment.” I taunt him.
“Dreaming of me huh? You keep this up and I’ll cancel tonight’s concert and give you a private performance. Now get your sexy ass in the shower, Butch will be there in half an hour to pick you up.”
“Brayden a lady needs at least an hour before she’s presentable.”
“Maybe but you’re an extraordinary lady. You can step out as you are now and still be more stunning then anything I could envision.”
I sit there mouth agape, completely dumbstruck by this man.
“I gotta go babe.” I hear male voices taunting him in the background as he hangs up.
I sit there with the phone still clinging to my ear minutes after the call has disconnected. I look at the screen trying to cling to something tangible. Something that will assure me that these feelings, this wild emotional train I’m riding on isn’t about to crash at full speed.
I shower and blow-dry my hair, leaving the dark tresses a little wild and wind-blown. Quickly fasten on a gold Victoria secret bra and matching thong then slather on some shimmer lotion I bought along with the lingerie. Deciding what to wear taking the most time considering I want to look my best for Brayden. I commit to a gold and black strapless corset and a pair of black designer skinny jeans. I toss the bra off, it won’t be necessary with the v-cut bodice.
I throw everything on and I’m in the process of searching for my black stiletto thigh high boots when the doorbell chimes. I grab my purse a few accessories and carry the boots out in my hand as I rush over to the door. Butch eyes widen at my ample cleavage. Then they drift down to my bare feet and he shakes his head.
“You know B would kill me if I let you walk out here bare foot.”
“Come on Butch it will be our little secret. These boots will take forever to get on.” I try my best puppy dog face. He shakes his head trying not to laugh at how my impression of the puppy dog face looks more silly than sad. Finally he gives in, cracks a smile then bends over and swing me into his embrace. He locks and pulls the door shut behind us.
In the back of the Rover I throw on my accessories and shimmy into my boots just as we pull up to the arena. Butch leads me through the halls towards loud music and the unmistakable sound of Brayden’s raspy voice in full swing. I watch the band play unnoticed at the edge of the stage. Soon as Brayden finishes belting out the last note, he hands his guitar to someone on stage and marches straight to me. I meet him half way and he engulfs me in his warm arms. I take a huge sniff of his neck and smile contently. He pulls me back and looks into my eyes.
“There you go sniffing me again. What are you going to do when I come from the gym?”
“Umm…hot and sweaty Brayden Quinn. I’m sure I’ll enjoy you that way too.”
He shakes his head as his glare sizzling with desire. “The minute you stepped backstage I couldn’t seem to concentrate on the song.” He confesses.
“I thoug
ht you didn’t notice me?”
“I felt you there, the atmosphere defiantly shifted when you walked in. I’m glad I fought the urge to look at you,” he says as his eyes slowly take in my outfit, resting at my cleavage. “I defiantly wouldn’t have been able to finish that set.”
“Aww Brayden...You say that to all the girls.” I tease, trying not to consider that a real possibility.
“Kerri seriously, what is going on between us has never happened to me before.” he hold my face between his hand and lays his forehead against mine then whispers, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” I reply as our lips meet. His tongue slips into my mouth dueling with mine. We rapidly get lost in each other, moaning and panting until whistles and catcalls jerk us from our sexually charged haze.
“Wow Bray she is hot. I’d cancel the concert for her too.” This comment comes from the interestingly handsome drummer. His dirty blonde hair hangs over his icy gray eyes. He’s the complete opposite of Brayden’s dark and dangerous but no less sexy.
“Chase Baldwin this is Kerri…” I watch him blush when he realizes he never asked my last name. I shake my head and throw up my hand pretending to be insulted.
“That’s not fair I did ask your name but you gave me a partial answer.”
“True, although you should know a girls last name before you ravish her on stage.” I smirk playfully.
“I like this one Bray, she’s easy-going.” Chase says.
“See! Now your friends think I’m easy.”I giggle.
Chase begins to laugh along with me, “Bray if you can’t handle her send her my way. I’m half in love with her already. Don’t worry I’ll get your last name before I ravish you on stage.” He continues.
“Kerri Mills,” I hold out my hand and Chase pulls me into an unexpected hug. He smells like clean laundry nothing as extraordinary as Brayden but a shiver races down my spine regardless. Brayden quickly pulls me out of Chase’s arms shooting daggers his way. Chase throws up his hand in defeat and walks away.
Brayden takes me to meet the rest of the band. Mason Gray plays the bass and Isaac Cole on rhythm guitar. Mason has the boy next door face and sweet temperament. I got a glimpse of his bad boy side when he took off his cap to reveal the coolest Mohawk I’ve ever seen. The designs on the shaved sides so intricate it must take hours to perfect. Isaac on the other hand is the comedian of the bunch. He’s smart and witty and makes me feel like I’ve found my long lost brother.
The guys welcome me into their little family instantly. We have lunch in the room I met Brayden in last night. Then we decide we should venture out on Times Square. They don sunglasses and hats in an attempt at being covert. Unfortunately their cover is blown five minutes into our mission by an over ecstatic fan. The band spends about ten minutes signing autograph before Butch and the rest of the body guards move us along.
We go to the wax museum and each one of them takes pictures with the wax version of themselves. They’re so in love with their counterparts, they pose for countless lewd and inappropriate photos. Isaac of course being the worst of the bunch pretends to jerk off his wax look-a-like. Then he cups the crotch and gets genuinely upset that they totally got his size wrong. He actually went up to the director and asked her if she wanted a real life measurement.
We leave the museum and grab some shish kabobs on our way back to the arena. This is the only thing the boys allow me to treat them to, otherwise my wallet was not to be removed from my purse. We joke around in the middle of Broadway not caring about flashing cameras and screaming fans held back by Butch and his crew.
“Kerri,” Chase calls for my attention. “You're really enjoying that stick of meat. The way you put it in your mouth…it makes me so-”
“Watch it,” Brayden cuts him off.
“So hungry. Hungry for another shish kabob, that’s all I was gonna say.”
I wrap my arm around Brayden’s torso. “He’s just playing around.”
“Yeah Bray chill, I’m just joking around.” Chase adds in.
“You need to stop worrying about what my girl puts in her mouth.” The guys let out a roar of laughter that they were trying to hold in. I’m just excited that he called me his girl. We just met last night and I don’t want to presume anything but the thought of Brayden being mine excites me.
I lean over and whisper in his ear, “You’re the only thing I want to put in my mouth. All of you.”
He pulls my face to his and claims my mouth. We forget about the band and the thousands of other people milling around us as I’m overwhelmed by a feeling of bliss. Just as I begin to rub my body against his, Chase pulls me by the arm breaking our kiss. Brayden glares murderously at Chase as he wraps an arm around my shoulder and drags me toward the stadium.
At the stadium we all decide to part ways until the concert tonight. Brayden invites me to his suite and I accept happily. I lay my head on his lap as Butch steers the Rover towards Waldorfs. He runs his fingers through my hair, staring blankly out the window, lost in his thoughts.
“You ok?” I ask.
“Yeah” he says not very convincingly. Whatever’s bothering him I hope I can help him, if he lets me?
Chapter 4
Walking into Brayden’s luxury suite immediately sets off a feeling of uneasiness that overwhelms me. It’s very posh and over the top. It feels oddly uncomfortable and stifling. I prefer to keep things low key and this is over the top.
“You alright?” He asks wrapping me in the warm cocoon of his arms. I nod into his shoulder breathing his comforting scent.
“You got really pale a minute ago. Don’t be nervous we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”
“Trust me I’m ready,” I say running my hands up his neck, playing with his silky hair.
“We have three hours before we need to get back. I’ll order room service and we’ll watch a movie.” He releases me heading towards the menus on the table. “Pick whatever you like,” he says handing me the menu before heading into the bedroom.
I order a chef’s salad while Brayden gets a burger and fries. The movie was harder to settle on. He wanted to watch Avenger’s but I put up quite a fight for Magic Mike. In the end we compromised on Battleship since Brayden adamantly refused to spend two hours watching half naked men gyrate.
“Besides,” he says cocking an eyebrow at me. “Didn’t you get enough of me gyrating on stage last night?”
“Actually I didn’t…I sort of missed all but the last song.” I blush a deep red.
“I know,” he says. “You were pretty lost in that phone of yours. I’ve never had a beautiful woman ignore me at a concert.”
“Don’t get me wrong, you guys are great but I just didn’t get what all the craze was about. I do now though. You’re pretty amazing Brayden Quinn.”
We finish eating and settle in each other’s arms on the king-sized bed to finish watching the movie. It doesn’t take long for the movie to be forgotten as we melt into each other in a mind numbing kiss. His tongue dances in my mouth and my hand plays with the edge of his shirt, inching it up to expose his body. I caress the rock hard plane of his abs all the way up to his thickly muscled shoulders.
He flips me onto my back then kneels over me, pulls his shirt over his head with his eyes ablaze with passion. He hastily pulls at the string of my corset, eyes shifting from mine to his trembling fingers. When he finally gets it open he stares down at my breast in amazement. I smile thinking he looks like a kid who just unwrapped the best Christmas gift he ever had.
My smile disappears as his callous fingers begin to rub the aching tips. I moan as he pinches them, playing with them as expertly as he does his guitar. I lose all ability of thought when his warm tongue envelopes my very erect nipple. My back arches in an attempt to thrust more into his warm mouth. He begins to suck on it hard and I wrap my legs around his waist aching to feel him deep within me.
As he shifts to show the same attention to my other nipple, I reach down to fumble w
ith his belt. After a few clumsy attempts I get it undone then I unbutton his jeans and pull the zipper down. He moves up licking and sucking at my neck, his breathing ragged as I pull his jeans down his hips. Not wanting to wait a second longer I plunge into his boxer briefs, wrapping my hand around his rock-like erection. I squeeze his warm smoothness while jerking my hand up and down his thick shaft.
His body stiffens, his groans vibrate against my neck. With his weight resting on his elbows he places his forehead against mine. His eyes darkened to a glimmering midnight blue as he gazes passionately into my eyes. His fingers brush across my navel, toying with the button of my pants. When his fingers can’t get it open he sits back on his haunches and aggressively pulls at it until it opens.
The jeans and my panties vanish in seconds. His deft fingers comb over my wetness sending shockwaves through my body. He rolls my swollen bud with his fingers and my legs begin to tremble.
“Oh God…Brayden.” I can’t take anymore, I know in a few seconds I’ll be screaming my release. He slips a finger inside me and I moan loudly, “Please,” I beg him. I’m not sure what I’m begging him for, more of what he’s doing or to for him to give me that long pulsating cock jutting out between his legs.
His lips mash against mine as his finger thrusts faster into me. I’m on the brink when his phone begins to ring. His fingers freeze and I whirl my hip up into his hand encouraging him to continue. He sighs heavily as he pulls his finger out of me and my pussy protests the lost of his finger by clenching down.
“No,” I whine as he reaches for the phone on the nightstand and begins to speak to Butch, I assume.
“We need to be downstairs in ten minutes,” he sighs, laying next to me pulling me into his arms. “You make me forget. Forget the band; forget the thousands of fans waiting for me. I just want to bury myself deep in you and stay there all night.”
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