Impossible Duet

by Barbra Campbell

  I repositioned my cello to stand, but before I rose Ollie leaned forward, his lips to my ear.

  “Stay in front of me.” His words were only meant for me and created a longing to hear his deep voice uttering more intimate words. Commands. Things he wanted to do to me.

  In confusion, I addressed him with the same secrecy that would prevent the people ten feet away from hearing. “Why?”

  “Touching your bare skin makes me hard.” With the stark revelation, he stood and lifted his violin hand from my shoulder.

  Frozen in place, I was barely able to process his unexpected admission.

  Suzie tapped something into her phone while the photographer messed with his camera.

  I took advantage of their distraction and rose, disbelief wracking me to the core which was winding tighter and tighter every second I was in Ollie’s presence.

  He shoved the chair from between us and stepped forward, slightly to my right, but kept his erection hidden from the lens.

  Thankfully the photographer hadn’t raised the camera yet or he would have caught my eyes widening in surprise when Ollie pressed his rigid length against me. The blush creeping over my cheeks was harder to hide.

  I swallowed and shifted my legs to squeeze my thighs together. I was so fucking wet I didn’t want to sit down again for fear of soaking my dress.

  There wasn’t time to dry clean it before the concert, and it would be an embarrassing stain to explain.

  Ollie blowing it in his tux would also be a problem.

  Suzie said, “This is more how I expected you to react with your teen obsession, Fiona.”

  Ollie’s body stiffened, but he didn’t say anything.

  I shot Suzie an evil glare, but Ollie moved, forcing his cock against me and Suzie no longer mattered.

  The photographer and Suzie directed us through a few more poses but each adjustment brushed Ollie against me and lured me further down the rabbit hole of lust, only our connection struck me as much deeper. Whatever it was, maintaining a smile became more difficult.

  I struggled to focus on the camera as my core ached to be filled by Ollie’s length. No more solo acts in the dressing room.

  More than once, Suzie had to repeat her request to get me to comply.

  I had to lighten the mood. Carefully placing my cello to keep from exposing his erection, I arched my neck and went for a kiss on his cheek. It was supposed to be playful, supposed to take the edge off, but I was a fool.

  Chapter 5

  Oliver

  Fiona’s lips landed on mine when I turned my head to see how she was adjusting our pose. The pink stripe in her hair, her irreverence, her questionable professionalism… all of it blended into the woman who had mysteriously stolen my heart.

  I grabbed her wrist with my free hand, not light and fun, not posed for the picture, but controlling and demanding, surely conveying the turmoil I was repressing. The contact was hidden from the others’ view, but the hunger in her eyes wasn’t.

  While my mind had insisted everything about her was wrong, my body insisted she was everything I needed.

  My reputation for being difficult, my history of having to fight for each success, and my belief that I could control my own destiny collapsed inside of me and exploded into a single concern… Fiona.

  “Get out,” I said to Suzie and her photographer sternly, my gaze only leaving Fiona’s for the brief second to end the photo shoot.

  Fiona’s mouth dropped open and I respected her enough to wait until the other two scurried offstage before dropping my lips to hers.

  As our mouths tangled with understanding, one hand kept firm hold of my instrument while the other wrapped around her back and tugged her into my body. Drifting over her silky dress, I savored her bare upper back, trailed my fingers down her arm, then gripped her ass, pulling her hard into my cock. The long, skirt wasn’t tight-fitting but had way too much fabric between the two of us.

  I would have ripped it off of her, but she’d kill me, and she wouldn’t have anything to perform in. She deserved to have her name on the marquee, and the spotlight shining on her.

  The distress of having my erection shoved fruitlessly against her legs and ass during the pictures was building to unbearable heights as it now pressed into her belly.

  The tux, the stage lights, and the beauty in my arms were driving the temperature upward. I had to claim her, but we couldn’t fuck on the stage.

  I pulled my mouth away and took in a few lungfuls of air. Hanging on to the contact between our bodies, I stared into her eyes, studying the way she dazzled internally and externally. How could I have been wrong about what I needed out of life and how I would achieve it? I cursed myself for almost turning her away.

  “Dressing room?” she asked as her finger trailed down my lips and along my jaw.

  Weaving our hands together, I led her to privacy, only pausing to pack our instruments carefully away.

  This time I locked the dressing room door.

  She pinned me against the wall unfastening my tie and the buttons of my shirt at break-neck speed without bothering to take off my jacket. Her fingers and kisses lit my chest on fire as she took what she wanted.

  I caressed her hair, running my fingers down the pink section, and propped my head against the wall. What the fuck is happening?

  Her kisses had me distracted and she was lowering my zipper before I snapped to the situation.

  Grabbing her hands, I stopped her and lifted. I raised them to my lips, drinking in her scent, her softness, and the unbearable talent I’d witnessed earlier. The talent that had met all of my demands without fault. The talent that broke my ability to resist the carnal desire smoldering between us.

  “We can’t ruin your dress.” Releasing her hands, I wrapped mine around her to find the zipper.

  Her hands pressed flat against my chest and her face sank into me followed by her body as I lowered the zipper. We’d proven we could perform as one on stage through our minds and our music. The possibility we could join our bodies was beyond rational.

  With her dress open, I slid my hands inside the loose bodice, coveting her body with a reverence that could only come with a deep respect for the other person.

  The thin straps dropped over her shoulders willing me to strip her.

  I despised the rationalization that I didn’t deserve her, and I hated the nagging thought it wasn’t possible to fall so rapidly and completely for someone. She made things too easy.

  Our attraction had to be sexual, and once I claimed her, I’d see her faults, the cautionary voice in my head warned. Why was I always hard on myself? Had I made my own life difficult?

  I wasn’t about to tear apart every personal decision while holding a goddess in my arms, but I wasn’t ready to dismiss my tried and true standards. They’d protected me since I was a teen and realized my parents didn’t love me the way other kids’ parents did.

  Every time I believed something came easily, there were repercussions, backstabbings, and ground to recover. I couldn’t risk that with Fiona. I couldn’t risk botching the position I’d waited years to get in my grasp.

  Best intentions aside, as I whisked the fabric over her head and hung the dress on the coatrack, I stared at her divine body encased in a crimson strapless bra that perfectly matched her dress and delicate lacy panties. I was trapped by her hypnotic presence. I believed she was my salvation. Business decisions made sense, matters of the heart were far more difficult. What did it meant that I sensed Fiona was the key to my success?

  She brought my hand between us and sucked on my finger as she removed one cufflink then repeated the action with the other.

  Deliberate, distracting thoughts weren’t enough to keep my erection from growing painfully. The slightest brush of her belly rushed energy through my body, kept my balls tightened, and had pre-cum leaking from my tip. If I didn’t get my pants off soon, they’d reek of sex.

  The unknown melodies and rhythms of sight-reading a new piece of music ha
d always filled me with exhilaration, but the mystery Fiona held, and the sensation she was changing something in my soul, had a stronger lure. One that defied logic or 8-Ball answers.

  I pushed away from the wall, forcing our bodies together but giving myself room to rip my jacket and shirt off.

  Her delicate fingers knotted with mine as we both scrambled to rid ourselves of every other piece of clothing I wore, tossing the garments to the side.

  The exposure of performances often left me vulnerable, but baring myself to Fiona was like lifting a burden and finding my purpose in life. How could she be the explanation for what I already thought I understood? How could she be the answer when she created so many questions?

  My erection drew her attention and she rubbed a hand along my length, moaning as she dragged the slickness from my tip to my base.

  The heaving of her chest and the fluttering of her eyes going shut edged me dangerously closer to release. I moved her hand away.

  “Ollie…” She tried to touch me but my orgasm was on a hair trigger.

  “I’m too close.” I caught sight of her devilish grin and the way she eyed me from under her lashes before I spun her around and unclasped her bra. I had to do it from behind because reaching around her would have done me in.

  Releasing the hooks, the weight of her breasts pulled the fabric and I let it drop. My mouth watered when I carefully peered over her shoulder at her beaded nipples.

  The racing beat of my heart pounded through me and I ran a hand over my cock to let it know it would be taken care of. No need to keep throbbing, begging for immediate release.

  Deep breaths while I trailed my hands down her body, along the curve of her waist and around her full hips, gave me a hint of how enchanted I would be when she was in my bed and I memorized every inch of her body.

  Kneeling, I kissed her lower back and she shuddered.

  Her hands drew up and I wondered why but quickly realized she was caressing her breasts the way I wasn’t sure I could handle doing. She’d stripped my control, reduced me to a hungry, horny teenage boy who feared every second was going to bring him to climax.

  Recalling the compatibility and sexual energy we’d experienced onstage did nothing to give me strength. As I lowered the red lace of her panties, she wiggled her hips, and I surrendered my sanity.

  One foot raised then the other so I could strip her, but she placed the second foot down wider, opening herself to me.

  There was nowhere else on the planet I would rather have been. Reaching between her legs, I ran my fingers through her curls, pressed my hand against her mound, and elicited the sweetest sounds as she tried to keep quiet.

  Her ass tilted backward and I brushed a kiss over her perfect cheek before sliding my face to the side, savoring her. My other arm wrapped around her leg, holding everything that was important.

  I eased my hand down finding her slit and letting my finger find a rhythm on her clit. She was ready. What was I waiting for?

  The torturous gyrations of her hips against my face strained my dick even more. My knees dug into the commercial carpet bringing awareness of my position and I instantly sensed she was the only woman I would ever bow down to. The only woman I wanted in my life. And it scared me.

  The ease of seduction. I wasn’t sure if it was hers or mine. Who had seduced whom? I slid my fingers into her tight channel and she squeezed around them. She had to be close, had to be as ready to come as I was. No, I wasn’t scared, I was terrified. Nothing came that easily. Nothing but her.

  What would she think of me? She’d seen me jacking myself off, and now I was fondling her. Was I nothing more than a quick fuck? A teenage obsession finally realized years later. Did I care? My life couldn’t be complete until I made love to her.

  And that attempt at an explanation of what was happening inside of me defied my need to keep it professional. Getting her off wasn’t going to redeem me, make me a gentleman. It was for me. I wanted her body to shake in my arms as she came. And as much as I wanted her pussy tightening around my cock, I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t accept that the woman I was meant to bow down to would love me without question.

  Fuck. That was it. I was in goddamned love with a woman I’d known for only a few hours. I was pumping my fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy, and somehow believed life was going to make it that easy. Trying to ignore Suzie’s comment about Fiona having a thing for me, didn’t change the fact that my feelings could be one-sided.

  We were well past the point of turning back, but I wasn’t going to risk freaking her out if she was fangirling or whatever the hell was going on from her side.

  I shoved all the ideas of sharing a future with her from my mind, including the likelihood she was about to let me stick my bare cock in. I couldn’t play dumb at the pivotal point in my career. The career that seemed pointless without her by my side.

  My attraction to her unsettled me.

  Despite the chaos tumbling through my brain, my erection refused to subside.

  “I’m going to make you come,” I said with all the decisiveness of a desperate man.

  “Not like this. I need you inside of me.”

  It was pointless to pretend I didn’t understand what she meant. “We shouldn’t.”

  She pulled away and spun around, giving me a full frontal of the glorious goddess that she was. “Why not?”

  I wanted to say yes, but fear convinced me not to do it. If she was my soul mate, we could wait, we could get through the performance. And that struck me as the most asshole-ish, selfish decision ever. I was resisting out of fear, for the advancement of my career. “I don’t want things to get weird.”

  She let out a heavy exhale.

  I kissed her body as I rose, forcing myself to only take a moment on her breasts. “I’ll take care of you.”

  The desire in her expression flickered to happiness then confusion. “I’m counting on it.”

  She reached for me but I grabbed her wrists again. “Let me taste you. I want you to come on my face.”

  It wasn’t a bad deal. And it wasn’t a lie. And I rationalized she’d respect me later for not taking advantage of her. I searched for agreement but her sly smile caught me off guard.

  “Okay, on the counter.” She didn’t have to indicate which one.

  Something inside of me resolved like the perfect final note of a symphony. She was a dirty girl and I wanted to hang onto that note forever.

  There’s no way I was being blessed with a woman as amazing as her. My mind was at war with itself, unable to accept what was so clearly being offered.

  She continued, “And one more thing.”

  “All right.” It was useless for me to guess what she might say. Only my deep-seated fears and primal wants were functioning in my brain.

  “I get to pick how you get off.”

  Fuck. I didn’t care. It didn’t matter. How fucked up could she be? “Fine.” The second the word escaped my mouth, concern surged through me. Fiona was a wild card and I was gambling. She was indeed dangerous.

  Her devilish grin returned and she rolled her nipples between her fingers before she walked to the counter, sat precisely where my cum had been not long before, and positioned herself quickly, like she’d planned it. Had this been her agenda since she walked in on me?

  And why the hell was I hoping some of my seed could swim through her juices and impregnate her? I was supposed to be worried about her intentions. All the more reason to keep my dick out of her.

  But with the sweetness of her honey glistening on her sex, I wanted everything she had to offer. The pink of her pussy lips, exposed and ready for me, made me question why I was holding out.

  And worse, I’d never view the pink stripe in her hair or her pink cello case the same way again. Not because they were the same shade, but simply because they were pink and I would never forget the beautiful sight in front of me.

  She moved her finger between her legs and dragged it through her wetness. “I liked watching you
come right here.”

  It hadn’t occurred to me until then that while she was sliding her fingers along her pussy, she was pointing downward at the countertop. Why did being with her feel so right? I stepped forward holding my dick and convinced myself only to touch her entrance, not penetrate.

  “I’m on the pill.” Her smile almost made me cave in.

  I ran my fingers down the pink stripe in her hair, reminding myself she wasn’t right for me, she was young and impulsive. Would time reveal our wrongness? I could buy time. “I want to get to know you.”

  “We’ve got one hell of a start.” She pulled my head in and locked me in a mind-blowing kiss.

  The strain was incredible, poised at her entrance but not allowing myself to enter. I repositioned my hand to make sure I didn’t try. Just an inch, my body begged. The risk was already too high. My pre-cum mixed with her wetness, and if not for the pill, I would have already gone too far, but I hadn’t even cared, or asked.

  Disengaging from her kiss, I sank to my knees. Protocol? Etiquette? An explanation for what I was doing between a stranger’s legs? The spontaneity of the situation shocked me, but when she positioned her fingers and spread her lips for me, I couldn’t help but lick.

  Sexual, sweet, addictive, so many ways to describe the way she tasted, and the visceral need I had to lap every last drop from her.

  I feasted on her cream like my life depended on it, coating my face in her scent while making her moan and squirm.

  Her hand drifted away to grip my hair as she held me to her clit. The quickening pace of her breaths caused my balls to tighten even more and I had to will them to wait until she directed how I would get off, as she’d requested.

  No part of me wanted to rush her orgasm, but watching her body wiggle, feeling her fingers tangle in my hair, and having her legs press against my head, I wasn’t sure I could outlast her. It was like listening to a new composition for the first time.

  I slid my fingers inside of her hot pussy and had to pause for a breath at the sensation I was where I was meant to be.