It’s dark and warm in his car. I wiggle around to get cozy in the heated seat, stretching out my legs and hum softly. The streets are eerily quiet right now and businesses zoom by in a whirl of color. It’s my second night in New York, fresh from the premiere of Diana the musical on Broadway.
My escort is none other than the composer, my lifelong crush and my...creative muse. David Bryan...oh David. He’s been a gentleman...flirtatious, absolutely, but a gentleman nonetheless.
He’s the reason I’m here. Took me to lunch yesterday and asked me all about the fan page I run, so many questions I thought I was the one being interviewed! He gave me his thoughts on it, corrected the wrong information and agreed to do an interview.
It was too beautiful not to take advantage of the outdoors. We found a quiet area near the harbor and I took out my book with all the notes and questions I’d written down over the past four years. Career, musicals, what makes him tick. He even came back at me with his own questions again and wanted to know more about me!
Not sure how long we talked for. Two or three hours.
The whole time we’re talking, however, I can’t help but feel those bright blue eyes piercing my soul and dancing up and down my body. Was he trying to size me up?
I hadn’t made it easy and wore my lifelong desire in the open, choosing to wear a short black skirt with black heels and a purple cold-shoulder top with a plunging neckline. Showing enough skin to tempt and leave him wanting more.
Dave apparently had the same idea, wearing an airy blue button-down shirt. Enough of the buttons were undone just to the top of his stomach, showing off a great view of his Joker tattoo and chest hair. And his smell. Oh god, he smells amazing. Musky yet sophisticated.
He seemed to enjoy making me jump as his fingers lightly brushed over my thigh. Little does he know the moisture seeping through my panties at those fingertips.
When I finish with my questions, his face seems to lighten up when I mention the show tomorrow night. He asks where I’m sitting and I tell him. That’s when he tells me Colton can’t make it and that I should sit with him. Who am I to object?
“Perfect! I’ll pick you up at your hotel around 6 pm tomorrow?” I agree and he’s sweet enough to drive me to the hotel and even walked me up to my room, his hand placed protectively on my lower back.
“So I’ll see you tomorrow then!” I cringe to myself. My voice had sounded far too excited and fangirlish, something I’ve tried hard to keep under wraps. But when he leaned in and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek, that fangirl started doing backflips and screaming.
“Until then, darlin’.”
I hesitated a few moments, watching him walk to the elevators then rushed to my room and immediately texted my best friend.
Then tonight. Oh...tonight. His wife had joined us at the theater with his daughter, Gabby, who was a total sweetheart. Lexi, however, had a fake smile plastered on her face. Every time I caught her eye, she gave me this contemptuous glare like I’d offended her.
The show was wonderful and we all went backstage to meet the cast. He was gracious and introduced me to the leads, each friendly and excited to “meet the face behind the page”. They all took photos with me and signed my playbill.
David mentioned the private party to his family but both had very early commitments the next morning. This left him and me to our own devices. So we went to the party, socializing and drinking to our heart’s content. Lots and lots of drinks.
After many hours of partying and rubbing shoulders with Hollywood and Broadway elites, I’d found it harder to focus on conversation and swayed in David’s arms to the music. “How about we get you back?” He whispered in my ear.
Now here we are in his Mercedes. I roll my head to smile at him and he looks beautiful, that half-cocked smirk I'd always melt for. “What about your party?” The words come out as a whimper. I don’t want him missing out on the fun.
“It won’t be the last one,” he replies. We come to a red light and he leans over, catching me by surprise and pressing his lips to mine.
My heart jumps into my throat, burning me from the inside out. Butterflies flutter happily in my belly. I will close my eyes to close but they remain locked on his. Those mystical and magnetic eyes, holding me in place while the Earth spins around us.
The car behind us honks angrily and we both laugh. He sits back in his seat and continues driving. We make it back to my hotel and he comes around to open my door.
Being playful, he carries me into the lobby and plops me down on a luggage cart. "What room again?"
I grin and hand him the key card, still in the small envelope with the room number. He runs me through the lobby and onto the elevator, through the corridor to my room and stops suddenly.
I roll off onto the floor giggling and feel myself flying through the air into his arms. He frog-marches me into the room and I fall onto the bed in a wriggling heap.
"Need help getting ready for bed?" He stands with a bemused expression, jacket tossed over the dresser.
"Yes please…"
He stands me back up and unties my belt, pulling the back zipper down. His fingertips trail down my spine and I shiver. The flowy green dress pools around my feet and I step from it. I now stand in only my matching turquoise bra and thong with intricate black lace detailing and strappy black heels.
I sit on the bed and lean back on my elbows, extending each leg to him. He discards my shoes and steps between my legs, reaching down to unhook my bra. I shrug it off my shoulders and flutter my eyelashes.
"Like what you see?"
"Very much. You're beautiful."
"Stay." It's a request, not a question. His lips tighten briefly then relax. He nods.
He's so close and I straighten up, keeping eye contact and unbuckle his belt. There's a sharp exhale from him and I smirk. I make quick work of his dress pants and toss them onto the dresser with his jacket.
"You sure?"
I lick my lips and nod, sliding up his body. Chest to chest. God, he smells delicious. Like leather and sandalwood.
His fingers weave through my dark hair, lips dropping to mine in a deep kiss. His tongue teases along the top then the bottom and I part them in response. I gladly accept his gift and return it with equal fervor.
I slide each button of his shirt through their respective holes. My fingers curl into his chest hair, one trait that could get my mouth-watering, and slip the shirt off his shoulders.
“Lay down.” My voice echoes through my own head. I wanna savor this man that was once out of reach, unattainable. A glorious rockstar to make women swoon. Yet here and now, he’s the one swooning and follows my instructions.
He lays propped up by pillows, illuminated by the soft orange glow of the lamp and watching me climb onto the bed. I crawl between his legs, running my fingers along each calf and knee, learning each curve of his body...one that I’ve admired and daydreamed about for years.
That body now lays open to me, free for the offering. I straddle his lap and snuggle against him. His chest hair tickles my nipples and I start at his ear and nibble on the lobe, playing with the three shiny diamond hoops.
I softly bite along his strong jaw to his chin and capture his bottom lip between mine. He growls and his breath is warm. It washes over my body and he fills me up like the finest whiskey on a winter's night.
“Fuck” is all he can manage and I wink at him.
I move down and suckle his Adam’s apple, into the hollow of his neck. His chest is rising and falling evenly. Oh the control he’s trying to keep. Gotta admire the will power. I nuzzle my nose into his chest hair and inhale his scent, tracing over his Joker tattoo with my fingers.
My tongue darts out for a taste of his hard perky nipples. “Mmm...yummy,” I moan and he blushes. I suckle back on one nip and he arches towards me.
“You’re a sensitive one, huh?”
“Damn straight, baby.”
I continue my journey south, kissing and licking down the center of his belly. I come to the waistband of his black silky briefs and work them over his hips. Light butterfly kisses getting closer to where my prize is confined.
My eyes widen as I set him free, standing tall and proud...just for me. I slide further and strip him of the offending garment, pausing to capture the scene before me. He’s thick and growing to an impressive size, that tip glistening for a warm mouth or pussy to embrace it.
“Show me how you pleasure yourself,” I say and can tell the request is new to him. But he doesn’t complain.
As I watch him intently, Dave wrapped a hand around his dick with firm slow strokes. The head oozes and I lick my lips, shimmying out of my thong and spread my pussy lips so he can see just how wet he makes me.
“Please...please let me taste you…” He’s begging now and it’s music to my ears. I bury two fingers into my warmth and cover them in my juices. Reaching up, I offer those slick fingers to his lips and he takes each into his mouth.
I moan and want more than anything to sheath that glorious cock. But I need to pace myself and savor every minute...every inch and I pull my fingers away with a smile. He whimpers and his cock twitches.
“Looks like someone else wants attention.” I lean back down and place feather light kisses up his thighs and hips, nuzzling my nose into the soft nest of dark blonde curls and press my lips along the shaft. The musky smell of a man surrounds me and my pussy drips onto the bedspread.
My tongue drags along the underside from base to tip, the large vein pulsing blood and David moans. Under that beautiful purple mushroom head and along each ridge, I memorize the layout...the map of a cock I’ve desired. All for me.
Finally, I relent and wrap my lips around the head, tongue teasing that tiny hole and I slurp up the clear liquid. His fingers are in my hair, guiding me down the length further and further until he rests deep in my throat.
“Shit, baby,” he groans and I hum happily, his body shivering from the vibrations. I contract and relax my throat rhythmically, pulling up with a gentle suck. My hand grips the shaft with firm strokes as I’d seen him use and I venture down, taking each of his balls into my mouth and rolling them around.
He’s panting from the feeling of a new hand and mouth working him up the pleasure mountain. I lick back up his cock and he’s staring down at me.
“Do you know…” Down to the base and up to the tip. “How long…” Down and up. “I’ve been waiting…” Down and up. “To taste you…” Down and up . “And feel you...” Down and up . “Inside me?”
He grabs my hand to still me. “Stop. Don’t you make me cum like a fucking amateur.” His voice is raspy and he sits up, pulling me into his arms and rolling over to lay between my legs. “You on birth control?” I nod honestly and he smirks.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him passionately, feeling his cock slipping into my wet folds and teasing my clit. I moan into his mouth and he responds in kind, poising himself at my hot entrance for the space of a heartbeat then lays his weight on me.
“Ahh fuck!” He’s bigger than any guy I’ve been with and takes his time stretching my pussy, inch by inch and in no rush for the climax. This man is breaking me into a million pieces and the room swirling around me.
“Shit...shit...deeper, Daddy…”
His hand cups my cheek and he silences my words with his lips. He’s buried to the hilt and rocks against me, his pubic hair setting the nerves in my clit ablaze.
“No screaming,” he whispers in my ear. “I only wanna hear your soft moaning and panting...just for me, baby.”
A light sheen of sweat glistening on both of us and our aromas dancing around the bed. He strokes in with slow deep thrusts, pulling out until only the tip is inside my body then presses back in. I’m struggling to catch my breath and exhales a shallow moan.
His pace picks up and angles my ass up, legs wrapped around his waist, so his cock can rub into my sweet g-spot. My back arches and I reach behind me to grip the headboard. Our eyes never leave each other, lightning crackling between us as he fucks me.
My belly tightens and I hear him growl, wetness spraying from my pussy onto our bodies. I bear down, using the headboard for leverage. “H-harder...oh god harder...please…”
Tears stream from my eyes and he kisses me once more, quickening his thrusts and assaulting my pussy in a way that sends me barreling over into oblivion. Nothing exists except him groaning my name and filling me up to the brim with his hot cum.
He keeps going, adding his fingers between us and stroking my clit in time with his cock. My eyes roll back as a tiny scream escapes my lips and I lose myself a second time, spraying us with my own cum again.
I’m shaking when he collapses on me, panting and sweating, two spent bodies coming down from the highest of highs. He’s still supporting himself on his knees, arms under my neck. His lips find mine, kiss-swollen, and tingling.
We lay like this for several minutes...or hours...or perhaps a lifetime until he whispers, “Fuck.”
“My sentiments too.” We laugh and he withdraws from my body. I whimper. He rolls onto his back and lets me snuggle into his side, playing with his damp chest hair and hall of fame pendant. I place a few kisses on his chest and tuck myself into him.
His hands caress my back and feel my eyes flutter, listening to the beating of his heart. “Do you think I could keep you around for a few more days?” The question makes me smile.
I glance up at him and get one last kiss. “As many as you want.”
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