“I trust you,” she whispers and I close my eyes. She trusts me and that is fucking huge.
I open my eyes and look right into hers as I slowly push into her. Holy fuck, the way her pussy is gripping my cock makes me bite my cheek. I keep pushing in and watch her face to make sure that I am not hurting her in any way. The second she bites down hard on her lip I stop. “Am I hurting you?”
She releases her lip and moves her hands to my face. “No, you aren’t. Please, keep going.”
I nod my head and just decide to push the rest of the way in. Once I do she tosses her head back and lets out a loud moan. Giving both of us a minute to get used to the most incredible feeling I lean down and slowly kiss her lips. “God, you are so much more than I ever imagined,” I say between soft kisses.
I move inside her and it is everything. I’m feeling things I didn’t know existed and it no longer scares me, because every time I push back into her I feel us becoming more connected. I go just a little quicker and she digs her nails into my back. I find a steady rhythm and our eyes lock. We both just stare at each other as we both groan with pleasure. It hits me all at once, I’m making love to her. Every part of me is here in the moment, my body, my soul and my heart.
Feeling her tighten on my cock, I know she isn’t going to last much longer and honestly neither am I. I never break eye contact with her while I reach down and rub her clit, bringing her closer. “Oh Fitz, I’m so close,” she cries out, throwing her head back.
“Brooklyn, please look at me baby. Please,” I whisper, needing to see the look in her emerald eyes as we both orgasm.
When our eyes connect, I can feel my release coming on fast. I keep my steady tempo, but rub her clit faster and when I do, I not only feel her orgasm grip me, but I watch it in her eyes. She shouts out my name and it has my release chasing hers. I continue to pump into her until I have nothing left. It is by far the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had and I have no doubt it’s because of her.
We both lay there breathless, hearts beating frantically and in complete bliss for quite a while. I finally lift my head and kiss her, because even though I’m still inside her I need to feel closer. When we break apart I brush the hair off her face and smile. “Brooklyn, this moment right here, is the happiest I’ve been in my life. It’s because of you, baby.”
A tear escapes her right eye and I brush it away. “Fitz, I feel the same way. This is so much more, you’re so much more.”
We lay wrapped around each other for a while, before I get her a shirt to put on, while I pull on my boxers. I climb right back into the bed and pull her to lay on my chest. She wraps her arms around me and neither of us say anything, but so much is spoken. I’ll never let her go now, she is mine.
I wake up, still wrapped in Fitz’s arms and it makes my heart start to pound. This has been by far the most incredible night of my life. When I decided to come to the concert I never would have thought I’d end up in his bed. Standing in the audience, watching him up on stage, was such a turn on. I was having trouble not touching myself to relieve some of the buildup. What really did it for me, what really made me know I had no other choice but to call Poppy to bring me back stage, was that song. As soon as he started to sing, I started to cry. It was the most romantic thing to ever happen to me, right along with renting the damn Empire State Building for me.
Poppy sent a security guard out to me and as soon as the lights went down, he pulled me through the crowd. When I got back stage, I didn’t bother taking anything in, I was so taken back by what had just happened on stage. Forget it when Fitz walked into the room. The shock and emotion I saw on his face was enough to tell me that even though I felt it when I visited, that he felt something for me.
The way he played my body like an instrument, was a testament to his talent in and out of the bedroom. I’d never had someone go down on me before and holy shit, I don’t know if he’s just that experienced or if everyone does it like that, but I about lost my mind. The feeling was incredible and I already want his mouth on me again. Then, he made love to me. He was so sweet, so careful, so tender. I’d never in my life felt more connected to someone than I did when he was inside me.
Now here I am, in his arms on the tour bus with the moon shining through the small window. I don’t want to leave, I want to stay wrapped in his arms forever. Although, I know he’s got a tour to do and I have work Monday morning. I don’t know when they leave and I don’t want to wake him up, but a part of me is terrified that this bus will pull away with me on it.
I take a deep breath and go to pull away from him. He, however, tightens his hold on me and I smile. He doesn’t want to let me go. That feeling of being wanted so badly is something I’ve craved for as long as I can remember and here it is happening for me with one of the biggest rock stars. I hate to wake him up, but I’m not going to just leave. I think we need to figure this out, or at least I do, before I walk out the door.
I try again to move and he moans out, “Brooklyn.” My nipples harden and my pulse picks up with the thought he is dreaming of me.
“Fitz,” I whisper and rub my hand on his muscular arm. He doesn’t move, so I try again, a little louder this time.
He snaps his eyes open and grabs my face in his hands. “Thank fuck it was just a dream,” he says and smashes his lips to mine.
I immediately open up and the second his tongue touches mine, my body burns. A simple kiss is all it takes for me to want to forget everything I was just thinking and stay right here. He pulls away and places small kisses all over my face.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” I say, looking up at him, now that he’s on top of me.
“Brooklyn, never be sorry for wanting my attention. What’s wrong?” he asks, his eyes searching mine.
I chew my lip and he stops me by sucking it into his mouth and running his tongue along it. Fuck, I need to close my eyes because it feels so good. He finally lets go and I grin at him. “Nothing is wrong, but ummm…” I trail off. I don’t know what or how to say it.
“Hey, talk to me,” he whispers, pushing my hair off my face once more.
I clear my throat and try to find the words. “So, okay, well.” I close my eyes and just go for it. “I don’t know where this is going or what happens now, but I know you have a tour to finish and I have work on Monday. When do you leave?” I open my eyes and chance looking at him.
He has a small smile playing at his lips and leans forward to press a kiss on my forehead. “I know we have a lot to talk about, I get it. If you’re asking me what I want, I want you. I want you here with me every single day. I want you in my bed every single night. When I’m on stage, I want to know I’m coming off to you. I’ve waited my whole life to feel this way Brooklyn, so if you’re asking me if I want to be your boyfriend or some shit, than hell yes,” he says and winks. Before I can get a word in he continues, “We are leaving here Monday.”
It’s overwhelming, it’s more than I ever expected and my stomach swims with butterflies listening to him. He wants to be my boyfriend, he wants me here with him. It sounds so enticing and scary. I smile and push up pressing a kiss on his lips. “I’ve never wanted someone like I want you. I’ve never considered leaving everything I know for someone that I hardly know, but you do these things to me. I want to be with you Fitz, more than anything in this world. Nothing could possibly make me happier.” He goes to interrupt and I press a finger to his mouth. “But, as exciting as it sounds to be with you on tour, I can’t just pick up my life and go.”
He sits up, leaning against the small headboard, and pulls me to sit on his lap. He wraps his arms around me and I curl up in them. “Here’s the thing, I want you to give me a chance Brooklyn. Let me prove to you that this is where you belong. The thought of watching you walk away again kills me,” he says and kisses the top of my head. “However, you told me in New York that you didn’t know what your dream was because you were living everyone else’s. I don’t want to be another person who pushes their dreams on you.
”
I’m so confused on what to do. I know logically the thing to do is go home, keep living my life and when he is done with his tour, figure things out. The thing is I don’t know if I can do it. I don’t know if I can walk away again and survive the pain, because the last time nearly did me in.
“Fitz, I don’t know what the right thing to do is. I want to be with you, but I’m terrified. I mean shit only two months ago the thought of steering off track scared the shit out of me. I definitely don’t need or want a routine anymore, but how can I just leave everything I know? If I told my work I was taking more time off, they’d for sure fire me,” I say, turning my head to look at his brilliant blue eyes.
“You don’t need to work. I can take care of you,” he says with complete sincerity.
I smile and press a kiss on his chest. “Oh Fitz, that is so incredibly sweet of you, but I can’t ask that of you. You’ve worked your ass off to have what you do and I’m not going to be the one who takes that without giving back.”
He chuckles and it vibrates throughout my body. “There are plenty of other ways to repay me,” he says, winking. I can’t help but laugh and he joins in. “We have until Monday, so how about you think about what you want to do and we will take it from there. Just please don’t shut me out, I need to know what you’re thinking.”
I push myself up and straddle his lap, hooking my arms around his neck. “Fitz, I promise you, no secrets, but I need the same from you.”
He squeezes my ass and pulls me closer. “I haven’t lied to you and I don’t intend on it. I know in this industry that without trust there is nothing. We both need to trust the other completely and I know that takes time, but I’m willing to put the time in.”
He’s right, things could and more than likely will, get crazy. I’ve seen the paparazzi and the fans, I can only imagine what kind of rumors are spread and I want this to work I need to trust him. I think about how Poppy and Nate make it work and it seems so flawless. With all the crap they deal with, they are still together all these years. Yet, Hank and I didn’t work when things were routine and boring as hell. I know without a doubt in that moment that it is all about how much you are willing to work at it and who you’re willing to work at it with.
I smile and run my fingers into his hair. “I’m willing to put the time in too,” I say and he once again squeezes my ass.
He rubs my ass and considering I still have no panties on, it is really turning me on. I can feel my pussy getting wet with the need to have him touch me. He captures my mouth and kisses me long and hard, making me moan. We break apart and he runs his hands up into my hair, grabbing tightly. “Brooklyn, I need you to ride my cock. I want to watch your tits bounce while you are taking me deep inside you.”
Unsure if I’ll be any good at this, I simply agree with a nod. This man can get me to do just about anything when I hear his voice. It turns me on as much, if not more, than the first night I heard it. He runs his hands underneath the shirt and it raises the higher he goes, exposing my skin to the cool air around us. He claims my mouth in the most aggressive kiss yet, and it is fucking hot. I find myself rubbing my wet pussy on his cock through his boxers and I think I could come from this alone.
“Fitz, you fucking pussy.” I hear before the door flies open and I scream, trying to cover myself up with the comforter.
“Ethen, get the fuck out of here,” Fitz growls, holding me close against him.
“Oh fuck, shit I’m sorry. I had no idea this was happening, but is it the wrong time to say it’s about fucking time?” he says and leans against the small dresser.
“Get the fuck out,” Fitz yells, causing Ethen to laugh as he apologizes closing the door behind him. “Christ, I’m so sorry Brooklyn.”
I’m mortified Ethen not only saw my ass, but saw me dry humping Fitz. I close my eyes and shake my head. “It’s not your fault.”
“I should have locked the bedroom door or told Tony to not let anyone on the bus,” he mumbles, rubbing his hands on my still covered back.
I need to stop being such a coward if I’m going to survive this. I can’t hide every time something happens that I don’t like, scares me, or embarrasses me. Poppy would never do that. Hell, she probably would have kept going with Ethen looking on. That’s how I need to be. I need to stop this little girl bullshit and act like a woman who is about to have sex with this rock God.
I sit up and let the covers fall off me. I don’t say anything, just look at him as I grab the hem of the shirt and lift it over my head, dropping it to the floor. It is so unlike me to be this forward, but I’ll be honest, seeing the look of disbelief on his face makes me want to do it again and again.
“Fuck, you keep surprising me in the best possible way,” he says and dips his head to suck one of my hard nipples into his mouth.
My head falls back and a moan escapes me as he sucks and nips at both my nipples. I can feel his hard cock pushing against me and I am so ready to have him buried deep inside me. “Fitz, I need you,” I moan out and he snaps his head up to look at me.
“I need a condom, but you’ll need to climb off me so I can get it out of the top drawer,” he says with an incredible heat in his eyes.
I decide if I’m going to change my ways, I need to be more comfortable in my own skin. I can’t say it will happen overnight, but baby steps. One of those steps is me climbing off of him and padding my way over to the drawer to get the condom myself. Turning back he is sitting on the bed, boxers off and his cock in his hand, slowly pumping. It is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. I’m glued in place, just watching as my body tingles and my pussy pulses with need.
“Fuck I have so many things I can’t wait to do with you,” he groans, obviously enjoying what he is doing to himself.
I take a few steps closer to him and stop right beside him. “Like what?” Where this bravery is coming from I have no idea, but holy shit I’m actually making myself wetter.
I swear a growl rumbles in his throat as he reaches out and grabs a hold of me, tossing me on the bed. He climbs on top of me and pins my hands above my head. Leaning his head down he runs his nose along my cheek and down to my heavy breasts. He doesn’t touch them though, he looks up at me and grins. “You want to know what I want to do to you? I want to eat your sweet pussy until you are raw. I want to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to move without knowing I was inside you. I want to watch you touch yourself, make yourself come and lick you clean. I want to fuck your mouth, your pussy, and your ass, while you are tied to my bed. I want to know what it feels like to rub my hands on your wet body in the shower. I want to make you come in the back seat of my limo.” He pauses for a minute to kiss my lips. “I also want to know what you look like first thing in the morning. I want to know your every sound and every expression. I want to know what your dream is and help make it come true.”
I go from completely hot to completely emotional. I blink back tears and smile at him. “Fitz, you have no idea what your words do to me. You make me want it all.”
He moves his hand down and rubs my pussy, feeling how wet it is and kisses under my ear. “You can have it all baby, and so much more.” He flips us so that I am once again on top and the sight of him looking up at me is surreal. Taking the condom out of my hand, he rolls it on himself and grabs me tightly by my hips. “Lift that sweet ass and lower yourself onto me. Go as slow or as fast as you want.”
I do as he says and slowly lower myself onto his erect cock. He fills me, going much deeper than he did before and it feels so good. I sit still and he bucks his hips. “Oh God,” I moan, slowly moving my hips back and forth.
He lets me go for a bit, and the faster I move the better it feels. He digs his fingers into my hips and lifts me a bit, letting me sink back down. He does it again and again, until I start to do it on my own. He begins meeting me thrust for thrust and I toss my head back. “Fuck Brooklyn, I need you to go fast. Ride me hard.” I pick up my pace and the faster I go, the more he grunts an
d groans, spurring me to keep going. “Holy shit, grab your tits. Play with them,” he demands and I obey immediately.
I rub them and squeeze them and when I feel my hard nipples bouncing against my palms, I take a chance and pinch them. “Oh Fuck,” I yell, surprising myself with the way my pussy reacted to it.
“You like that don’t you? I felt your pussy squeeze me, do it again,” he says, really digging his fingers in now and moving me so fast. I do it again and again, screaming with ecstasy each time. “Fuck yes, you are so fucking sexy.” I’m so close to coming, my body is shaking with the need. “Keep pinching those nipples and pinch them hard.”
As he says it he lets go of one hip and rubs my clit, as I pinch my nipples. I lose it, my orgasm crashes over me so hard and so fast that I don’t feel in control. “Fitz,” I scream out.
He only pumps into me a few more times before he shouts my name his release finding him. I fall forward onto him and his solid arms wrap around me. We lay there coming back to reality before he rolls, placing me on my back. “Fucking incredible. Sexiest thing I’ve witnessed yet.” I blush at his compliment and he kisses my cheeks. “Why so shy, baby? My cock is still inside you,” he says with a grin.
“I’m just not sure I’m the sexiest thing you’ve witnessed. I mean come on, I’ve seen some of your groupies,” I say, forcing a smile.
His face goes from play to serious in the blink of an eye and he grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head once again. He is breathing so heavily I feel it on my face and I swallow my nerves at what’s to come. He gets close to my face and searches my eyes. “You told me earlier that you would trust me or at least try to trust me. I told you I’ve never lied to you, so why the fuck would I start now? You are in no way comparable to anyone I’ve ever been with before. To me, you are the most beautiful woman in this world. You have the sexiest body I’ve ever seen or touched. To me, there is no one else around, but you. Don’t fucking question me when I tell you how beautiful or sexy you are, because it pisses me off.”
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