Davis
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“Christ,” he bit out when he lifted his mouth from me. When he ran his finger over my wetness, I wasn’t expecting the finger he pushed up in me, while grinding his hand on my sex.
“Oh, oh, oh God,” I cried out as I felt my body explode in a pleasure so intense, I thought I was going to black out from the intensity.
“Oh baby,“ he moaned hoarsely. “That’s it.” I could feel my body contracting around the finger he had inserted in me.
His mouth covering mine, absorbing the gasps I couldn’t control as my inner muscles quivered around his finger.
“Fuck, you are so tight. I can feel you squeeze my finger,” he whispered hoarsely. His mouth was so hot on mine, voracious in his hunger.
He shifted, and I could feel his hardness against me, his hand now gone.
I shuddered before I felt my muscles relax finally. I was certain I had just experienced my first orgasm, and the onrush of utter relaxation came over me.
He moved, his lips now trailing across my face, until he stopped at my neck, sucking softly the sensitive skin there, his arms wrapped around me, pressing the length of his taunt body down mine.
My eyes grew sleepy, and I thought I would close them for a moment, but sleep came to me quickly, exhaustion overcoming me.
I didn’t move when he pulled up the covers over us both or when he wrapped his arms around me again, holding me while I slept.
CHAPTER 9-DAVIS
When I finally fell asleep, I slept for hours, holding Steph to me the entire time. I couldn’t let her go. Emotions I couldn’t name flooded me, causing an ache in my chest. She had amazed me tonight.
I knew she was exhausted when she fell asleep so quickly after her orgasm. My cock was already stiff and ready for more, and I know I would have thrown caution to the wind if she had stayed awake; so ready to bury myself deep inside of her. Thankfully, I had to rein in those feelings when I realized she had succumbed to sleep, but I lay there aching so long after she fell asleep.
Her every touch, her every caress had hit me with an intensity I had never experienced before. I knew there was something between us before I arrived here, but what I found was beyond what I could comprehend.
All I knew for certain is I needed her.
Last night, she had so selflessly taken care of me, allowing me a release I so desperately needed. What kind of woman was she that she could forgo her own needs, just to please me?
And she had been as needy as I was. Her orgasm had hit her so fast and so hard, with an intensity that left me stunned. I didn’t even have to touch her clit to cause her body’s convulsions.
I still couldn’t believe how tight she had felt. My cock stirred just remembering how responsive she was, and I clasped her to me more tightly as I lay on her bed, the light of day spilling through the small window.
I thought I could just refrain from having sex with her for as long as possible, but I know knew that would be impossible. I had to have her. The need I had for her was unprecedented, and I only knew I had to take all that she was offering me.
And I could tell she wanted me; just as much as I wanted her.
I had a sudden need for movement; for action. I disentangled myself from her, slipping quietly from the bed. I pulled on my briefs, and then walked into her living room. I found a pad of paper on her desk, and sat on the couch.
Emotions clogged my throat, as I began writing, words spilling from me. I had only spent less than twenty four hours in her presence and she was inspiring me. The words just started coming, my fingers flying over the paper, as I wrote:
You were always there, but I couldn’t see
Oh baby, I see you now.
You were never here, and I couldn’t breathe.
Oh but you’re with me now
What is this emotion you bring out in me?
Oh because I’ve got to know
It has taken a hold of me
God please, don’t let it go
I need you, I want you, I’ve got to have you
With me, with me, with me
I can’t let you go,
Baby I’ve got to know
Please don’t go
No, no, no, don’t go
I had a beat in my head, a tempo I was hearing as I hummed the words I just wrote, one that I wanted to play with and expand upon. I went to grab my phone, texting Leo:
DAVIS: Can we set up a jam session with the boys? I have a couple new songs I want to work on in the next few days.
I put my phone back in my pocket, and folded the paper and walked over to my duffel bag, zipping them up in an inner compartment.
After I made coffee, I left it brewing as I headed to the bathroom. It was getting late, and we needed to catch our plane, I thought.
After a quick shower, I walked in her room, my heart contracting as I watched her sleep. She was spread out on the bed, stretched out, the covers low. Her breasts were covered but the swells were exposed, the skin so white and looking so soft.
Unable to resist, I climbed in the bed, my hand spreading across the exposed skin, rubbing her softly. She squirmed briefly, and then her eyes were open. I watched as her eyes cleared, recognition coming over her face with a smile that I swear I could feel in my cock.
“Good morning,” she said huskily, her hands reaching up to touch my chest.
I didn’t try to resist, I leaned in pressing my lips on hers. She scrambled closer, her mouth opening on mine like a flower to the sun.
And in the snap of your fingers, it went from slow and sleepy, to passionate and frantic. I groaned, rolling on top of her, pushing my erection into her cleft. She gasped, thrusting her hips up, and then surprised me when she wrapped her legs around me, trying to keep me pressed against her.
With her breasts exposed, her nipples dark and hard, I gasped as my desire for her overcame me.
I couldn’t get enough air, pulling my lips from hers and dragging air into my lungs as I buried my face in her neck.
“Christ Steph,” I groaned as I gritted my teeth, trying to make an effort to rein in my passion.
We still had no condoms, and we had a plane to catch, but my body was screaming for release, needing to be inside of her so deep.
“Baby,” I gasped against her neck, “We have to stop.”
She moaned, tightening her legs on me for a brief moment before she relaxed her legs, releasing me.
I wanted to hold her, never letting her go, but we had to get moving, so I rolled off her. Looking at her, gazing up at me with desire evident in her eyes, I grimaced.
“We need to get moving, or we are going to miss our flight,” I said huskily, unable to resist and pressing my lips along her cheek, inhaling the scent of her.
“We’re flying?” she said in surprise. She sat up, pulling the covers up and covering her exposed breasts.
“Yep. I made coffee, but I need to get you out of this bed,” I said as playfully as I could, my body still tense, my cock aching.
She pushed her hair back, swinging her legs to the floor. “I didn’t realize,” she said fretfully. She looked back over her shoulder at me, “How long until we have to leave?”
I looked down her bare back and I felt a pressure in my chest, the line of her back so beautiful, ending at a couple of dimples I hadn’t noticed before.
I swallowed. “About a half an hour or so,” I said hoarsely. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the beauty of her.
When I opened my eyes, I caught only a brief glimpse of her as she left the room. With a sigh, I proceed to pull on a clean t-shirt and a clean pair of jeans. I sat on the bed, pulling on my boots, and then proceeded to put all my things back in the duffel bag.
I could hear the shower running, and made a concerted effort not to imagine her in her shower. Instead, I made my way to the kitchen, making myself a cup of coffee. I walked out to the living room, standing in front of the window and gazing down at the street below.
It looked busy, cars passing by as people went about their da
y. I thought about my day, and all I need to do today to prepare for tonight’s concert.
In the past few months, I had been opening for a band successful enough to have several songs hit the top ten. We were nearing the end of our tour dates, and I was looking forward to some down time.
With one of my songs now in the top forty, I was making a name for myself, my first album hadn’t done as good as I had hoped, released several years ago. But I was itching to put out my second album, but I had felt a loss of inspiration in the last year or so.
But all that was changing. Lately, I had written some songs that I knew were good, and the writing was still flowing. Hell, I started another song last night that was still in the earliest stages in my head, that I was able to get on paper just this morning, but if I could work on it with my band, I knew it could be good.
Writing music required inspiration, and perhaps I had lacked that with my monotonous life of shows and women. But in the last month, I knew I had changed and suddenly, the floodgates were opening, my writing taking off. And I knew what I was writing was good.
Several months ago, I had written With You, the song shooting up the charts now. I remember exactly when I wrote it, after a night spent with a pretty brunette that had tried her best to tempt me between her legs. And I had been willing, ready to lose myself for an hour, forgetting all my thoughts and troubles.
But I couldn’t seem to garner the energy or the desire for her, eventually having Leo escort her out of my room. Left alone in my room, I questioned what the hell my problem was. Why wasn’t I feeling it?
My lifestyle had always agreed with me, hanging out with my friends and always enjoying the company of a pretty woman. When I scrutinized why I was feeling dissatisfaction; really asking myself what it was I wanted, I remember thinking of Steph.
Just a thought of her, and my cock would twitch. Frustrated that my cock wanted to play after I sent a woman from my room, I suppose I hadn’t yet realized that it was Steph I wanted.
I had to ask myself why her? And that is when the song came to me. I couldn’t find anything to write on, and settled for a takeout menu, writing:
It’s not right, unless it’s with you.
I can’t stop, when it’s with you
With you…With you….With you
I only feel love, when it’s with you
Why can’t you let me be…With you.
Of course I denied the song was about Steph. It was just a feeling I had, but I wasn’t talking about Steph, was I?
I still wasn’t being honest with myself, when I kept writing, my chest hurting with the emotion I felt flowing through me.
Your face was shrouded in mystery
Who are you that makes me ache so?
Was it your dark eyes, so pretty looking at me?
Or maybe it was your touch, silky soft and sweet
Come back to me, I need your love
I can’t make it without you, without you, without you
I could deny it all I wanted but I finally admitted that I was thinking only of Steph when I had written those words. And even after I finally admitted it to myself, I did nothing about it.
Sure, I made up lots of excuses. She and I could never work; what I had felt with her wasn’t real and telling myself what I had felt with her couldn’t be as hot and perfect as I had imagined.
If only I had gotten off my ass then and found her, talked to her about what I felt. Instead, I did nothing. What a lot of time I wasted. I could have lost her I thought, fear gripping me suddenly.
When I turned, she was there, standing in an old pair of jeans, white from so many washings, but tight showing every curve of her small figure. Paired with a white t-shirt, I could see her belly button peek out from underneath it as she raised her hands, wrapping her hair up in a loose knot on the top of her head.
I am not sure what she saw in my eyes, but she seemed to hesitate a moment, then said uncertainly, “I am almost ready. I just need to finish packing.”
I nodded, forcing myself to smile at her. I didn’t want my intense mood to affect her. I just wanted her to be happy, hating that I put that look of uncertainty on her face.
Shaking off the avalanche of emotions churning inside me, I turned away from the window, taking another sip of my coffee.
When I walked into her bedroom, she was just zipping up her suitcase. She turned to me, her face serious; gaging my mood, I guessed.
“All packed,” she said brightly, and I set down my coffee, walking over to her.
Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her against me, savoring her softness. I pressed my lips to hers, softly running my lips over hers. I felt the rush of her breath, as if she had been holding it, caressing my skin before her lips began moving on mine.
It was a slow kiss, our tongues slowly meeting, pressing against each other’s before our tongues retracted, only to meet again, slowly rubbing together.
As slow and leisurely as the kisses were, they went straight to my head, my breath coming out harshly; my cock straining against my pants.
I pulled away from her, tugging her to the kitchen. “Get your coffee woman. We can pick up a bite to eat at the airport, OK?” I asked
CHAPTER 10-STEPH
It was after 4pm when we finally arrived at the hotel. Our flight had been delayed and that would have been fine, except for when we arrived in Greensboro Airport, Davis was recognized by some of his fans, which necessitated signing his autograph and spending some time with them.
Before long, there was a large crowd around us, and I was getting concerned we would never be able to leave, when Davis politely said his goodbyes, reminding all he would see them tonight at the concert.
The cab ride to the hotel passed quickly, and it felt good to finally be alone with Davis again. The room was large, with an extended area with a couch and TV, allowing for some distance, should alone time be required.
Davis put my suitcase alongside his, which was already in the room when we arrived.
I sat on the bed, watching him talking on his cell. I was anticipating the night ahead. I hadn’t seen him sing for months now, but I thoroughly enjoyed his shows. He had such a happy exuberance about him, and his shows were always high energy.
With only a couple more hours until the show started, I realized we wouldn’t be here long, so I went to my suitcase, pulling out an outfit to wear tonight. It was important that I dress tonight with care, not wanting him to be reminded of my inexperience when it came to dealing with whatever was expected of him tonight.
He had mentioned briefly we would be entertaining some of his fans before the concert. The local radio stations always advertised his shows on their station, with VIP passes to a lucky few, where he was expected to entertain them before heading on stage.
I understood that although I wanted him all to myself, he was in his element here, and this was his job, so to speak. He had to be at the coliseum hours before the show, practice with his band, and meet with fans, dress for the concert and probably a hundred other things.
I had only ever come to the concert, and occasionally been invited back stage afterwards, so all of this was new to me.
I cautioned myself that I had to be patient tonight, just as he had done for me last night while I worked. Eventually, he and I would be alone, and I carried that with me, my anticipation so extreme.
I motioned to him that I was going to the bathroom, as he was still on his phone. He nodded, blowing me a kiss.
I took a quick shower, and dressed in my skimpiest panties in a pale pink satin before slipping on a black dress. It had an exposed back, with thin straps that crisscrossed over my chest in an intricate design that looked good against the whiteness of my skin.
Because of all the exposure of skin, I wasn’t able to wear a bra, but the dress cleverly had a bra built in, that pushed up and lifted. The dress was tight, showing off all my curves ending mid-thigh.
I knew it showed off my figure, and I had bought it in Atlanta months a
go, with the thought I could wear it for Davis. Since that had never happened, it had been sitting in my closet ever since.
The coolness of the A/C demanded that I have some sort of wrap or sweater, so I paired it with a lacy sweater in an aqua blue. With the sweater on, the dress’s exposure of skin was completely covered.
Adding a small diamond necklace I had received from my mom, I loved the teardrop design, and it worked so well with the dress as the necklace was just the right length, resting between the swell of my breasts.
I put on some extra-large hoop earrings, which were partially hidden as my hair had been teased out around my face, and then falling down my back in waves. I liked the added curl I had added to my hair hoping Davis thought the new style looked flattering.
I wore my favorite perfume by Michael Kors, just adding a dab at the base of my throat and on each wrist.
Taking a last glance, I left the bathroom. I could hear Davis talking with someone in the front room, and I moved a couple of needed items into a small black bag, and was ready to walk out when I heard Davis call out, “Steph, you almost ready?”
I stepped out of the bedroom before he finished his sentence, smiling up at him.
“Ready,” I said looking away from Davis’s blazing blue eyes, and turning towards the other man in the room.
“Steph,” he said, before I could acknowledge him. “Great to see you again. It’s been too long.”
I reached out giving Leo a hug. “You look great,” I said with a smile. “I see he hasn’t given you too many grey hairs.”
“Hell,” Leo laughed, “This man is finally getting smarter in his old age.”
As we walked down to a car that was waiting for us, Davis bent his head low, saying in my ear huskily, “You look good enough to eat.”
I laughed self-consciously, and tried to push him away, but his arm around my waist held me close to him.
I am not sure what Leo thought, as he knew I was his step-sister, but as Davis was technically his boss, I suppose he knew better than to voice any opinion he may have had about Davis’s change in demeanor towards me. Davis was making it clear that we were together, his arm around me, or his hand in mine.