I retreated into one of the stalls and closed the door behind me. I wasn’t sure how long I was in there, trying to make sense of what had just hit me like a ton of bricks. Women came into the toilets, they laughed, they talking among themselves, they used the other stalls. They even tried my door. Then they left.
I felt stupid for not guessing it sooner, but now, here I was, stuck on a night I had never wanted to come out on in the first place, and wondering why the hell I had let that kind of woman stay in my life for so long.
Eventually, the music and the cheers and the chatter faded away outside the bathroom, and I got to my feet and went out. I washed my hands and automatically checked my make-up.
She would probably already be out of here, and knowing her probably with Chad? Would he fall for her game? My heart sank at the thought, and I pushed it out of my head as I made my way out of the bathroom. I tried not to cringe at how much the taxi was going to cost back to my place now that I wasn’t splitting it with anyone.
My feet were killing me. Peeling my heels off my feet, I trudged out on the bathroom, and out into the lobby. The place was empty. Everyone else had headed home, likely at the end of a good night with their friends. I could still remember how it had felt to arrive here, how it had felt to be surrounded by the buzz of excitement that hung in the air as we waited for the show to begin. That felt like so long ago now.
“Hey,” called a voice from behind me.
Chapter 10
Madison
I turned around tiredly, thinking it would be an usher letting me know that the place was closed and telling me to go home already. But, to my utter shock, I found myself looking at the man who had caused all the commotion in the first place.
“Oh!” I squeaked, blinking at him stupidly.
“Sorry, did I sneak up on you?” He grinned. He was fully-dressed now, in a pair of dark jeans and a form-fitting black shirt that didn’t do justice to the muscles underneath that I had so recently had a front row seat to.
“Yeah, a little,” I admitted. “But it’s okay.”
“Are you alright?” he asked, frowning.
I shook my head and lowered my gaze. I felt embarrassed that I was dragging him into this, but I knew it was written all over my face. I really was upset about everything that had happened over the course of the evening. Well, not what had gone down with him, but all that had happened with Eleanor still felt like a damn kick to my teeth.
“What happened?” He moved towards me, and placed a comforting hand on my arm. I felt that explosion of tingles once more, as soon as our bodies connected, but he was just being nice, that was it.
“My friend and I had a falling out and she left without me.” I shrugged, trying to sound as though I didn’t give a shit, but my voice shook. I just cared too much about everything. That was what had gotten me into this mess in the first place. If I had just been able to turn Eleanor down for this evening none of this would have happened.
“Man, that sucks.” He cocked his head at me, and I looked up into those bright eyes and reminded myself that this hadn’t been a complete write-off, after all. As long as I live I will never forgot what happened on stage. That one hot gorgeous man wanted by a theater full of women picked me, wanted me.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he suggested. “The bar’s still open. Seems like you could use it.”
“Seriously?” I raised my eyebrows at him. He must have taken my shock at him actually asking me out for a dink as some kind of reluctance, because he held his hands up at once.
“Hey, if I’m overstepping—”
“No, no, I’d love to,” I assured him, and to my astonishment I found myself fluttering my eyelashes at him even though I was still cut up about everything that had just gone down with Eleanor. But somehow, that hurt seemed to drop away when I looked into his sparkling blue eyes.
A smile cracked over his face, and he held his hand out to me. “Come on, babe. I’m going to show you a good time.”
Chapter 11
Chad
I had never had it happen like that before, not in my life.
I had used so many women from the audiences of my shows before, so many women who anyone else might have thought of as hot, sexy, or desirable. And sure, I enjoyed the attention for as long as it lasted, but I never wanted anything more from them. But this woman?
This woman was a whole other story.
I watched her as she was dragged unceremonious by her jealous friend towards the bathroom. I knew she was about to get her ear chewed off, but all I could see was the way that dress clung to her. It was enough to get me hard again.
I had noticed her the moment I stepped out onstage, the rest of the crowd vanishing from my line of vision as my surprised eyes took her in. In that blue dress, with that cleavage, the way her hair tumbled down around her shoulders like it was waiting for me to run my hands through it.
No wonder her friend had been jealous.
The bar was quiet, much to my relief. Sometimes the women who’d attended my shows would hang around after it was done in the hopes of catching me. A lot of them threw themselves at me. It was part of the job, I got it, but sometimes it was a little exhausting to always have to be on.
But the way Madison looked at me, I knew that she felt that frisson too. She had felt the same connection that had rumbled deep inside me from the second I laid eyes on her. There was no way she could have missed it. From the moment I saw her I wanted her. Even from across the table I could still smell her perfume, something sweet and light and floral, and all I wanted was to bury my face in her neck and lose myself there for a while.
“Hey,” she picked up the glass of wine she’d ordered. “So…”
“So,” I grinned. I felt like the whole night was spread out in front of us, and there was so much I wanted to do with her, to her.
“Just so you know,” she lowered her gaze as though she couldn’t believe she was saying this. “I totally would have called you if Eleanor hadn’t gotten rid of your number.”
“Well, I’m only in town for one night.” I shrugged. “You’ve gotta take those chances, right?”
“Right,” she agreed, and I noticed her gaze flicker down to my mouth for a moment. I grinned. I was used to having women attracted to me, but it had been a while since I had felt that attraction burning straight back at them.
“So, what do you do in a town you’re only in for one night?” she asked, cocking her head at me, and taking another sip of her wine.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged again. “Usually I just have a drink and get some rest. Being up there all night is pretty exhausting.”
She nodded. “Oh, yeah, I can imagine. I saw the way you were moving up there. It was…uh, pretty intense.” She lowered her gaze once more, as though she couldn’t believe she was actually talking with me. I saw her force herself to look back up and into my eyes.
“You know I wasn’t even going to come to this thing tonight?” she admitted, leaning a little closer.
I leaned in to meet her and caught the sweet scent of her perfume once more. “Oh yeah?” I grinned.
“Yeah, if it hadn’t have been for my friend, or rather ex-friend, I wouldn’t have met you.” She bit her lip. She kept doing that, as though she was trying to keep from blurting out something she didn’t intend to. I knew exactly how she felt.
“Well, I guess we have something to thank her for,” I remarked, letting my hand stray onto her thigh. She inhaled sharply when I touched her. The warmth of her skin, even through the fabric of her dress, had my cock stirring in my pants once more. I could still remember the way her tongue had felt on my skin, the warmth of her breath. Fuck, it was incredible, but I wanted to just grab her by the hips and fuck her right there on stage.
Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet mine. I had seen desire enough times to know it, and I could see it in her eyes now, what was no doubt reflected in mine. I had to do something. I was in this country for twelve more hours and I was sure as
hell going to make the most of my time by spending all of it with her.
I leaned in, breathing deeply, filling my head with the scent of her, and she closed her eyes.
“Chad…” she murmured my name. I could see this tiny drop of wine on the edge of her mouth, and I finally touched my lips to hers and tasted her at last.
Her body trembled as I ran my hand up her leg and let it come to rest on her waist. I wondered how deep her desire went, if she was just testing herself to see how far she could go, or if this was really going to happen. I pulled back, and she leaned her head against mine for a moment, eyes still closed, and flicked her tongue across her full bottom lip.
“Where are you staying?” she asked, her eyes open again.
I realized I had sunk my fingers into her waist, like I was trying to leave an imprint on her. “In the rooms upstairs.” I flicked my eyes upwards. I could feel the gaze of the bartender on me, the few other patrons in this bar sense the chemistry between us. I didn’t care.
“Take me there,” she demanded, her lips parting slightly.
Chapter 12
Chad
I needed no more encouragement. It took everything I had not to scoop her up, flip her over my shoulder, and carry her luscious curves up there like the caveman I felt like right now, but patience won the day.
She tossed back the last of her wine and I held out my hand to her. She slipped her hand into mine, glancing around at everyone we were leaving behind, and letting out this adorable little giggle that made me want to bite her lip.
We made our way up a set of stairs to the rooms that the theatre left open for the performers to take advantage of. Mine wasn’t much, but it was plenty enough for us for the rest of the night. I pulled my key out of my pocket as we turned onto the carpeted corridor that led to the bed where I thought I’d be sleeping alone tonight. She squeezed my hand and fuck, there is no way to stop myself.
I swung her around, pushed her up against the door in one motion, running my hand up her thigh, over her waist, and letting it come to a stop on her face. Her breath was fast, those gorgeous tits rising and falling so quickly it was hard not to stare, but instead, I lifted my gaze to meet hers, and kissed her once more.
This time there was no messing around, no holding back, no having to remind myself over and over again that there was not just an audience watching us but my friends and manager, who would likely be shocked. Now, it was just us, our bodies pressed together as I parted her lips with my tongue and kissed her properly.
She let out the softest little moan, somewhere between satisfaction and frustration for more, as I kissed her and I realized that I was already getting hard just touching her like this. How could one person turn me on this much?
All those women out there, all of them screaming and cheering and throwing themselves at me, and not one of them had done anything for me. Yes, she could effortlessly turn me into a raging bull. She moved her hips slightly, on instinct more than anything else, and I pushed my tongue roughly into her mouth and gripped her hair in my balled fist.
I was going to make damn sure that she never forgot me.
“Take me inside,” she breathed, running one hand tentatively over my back and drawing me in close. I didn’t need told again. I unlocked the door and the two of us tumbled into the room, practically falling over each other in our desperation to finally do this. I could still remember the weight of her in my lap as she tantalizingly and knowingly pressed herself against my cock while she played the innocent volunteer.
I intended to make her pay for that ten times over.
I picked her up, winding my arms around her and kissing her hard as I walked back towards the dresser. I dropped her down on top of it. She hooked her ankles around me. Only the thin fabric of her panties was between me and having all of her. It hit me that I could have just reached down and ripped them off and fucked her raw right there and then, but I had other plans, other things I wanted to get to first.
I kissed down her neck, slowing my pace a little. She let her hand rest on my chest, feeling my heartbeat. The sweetness of her skin was everything I’d thought it would be. Her mouth had tasted of a rich, deep wine, but her neck was all her, delicate and feminine. I grazed my teeth over her throat before I moved up to nuzzle at that spot where her neck met her ears. It made her squirm frantically and drew another one of those desperate little moans from her mouth. I decided right then and there that it was going to be my goal to get her to make as much noise as I possibly could. I didn’t care if she made more noise than that entire audience out there had tonight. I wanted to hear her scream. I wanted to know she was as lost to me as I already found myself lost to her.
Truth was I was drunk on her. There was this mix deep within her this blend of something good and something bad, and I couldn’t wait to tap into it and see what happened when I set it loose. Or when she did.
“Mmm, you taste so fucking good,” I breathed, and she shivered once more, her eyes wide as I returned to her face to kiss her again. I held her there, just for a moment, almost tender as I trailed my tongue over her bottom lip before I drew it into my mouth and bit down softly. She moaned and ran her hands over my arms, my shoulders, my chest.
I bit her again, but harder, and earned a groan of pleasure for my troubles.
I started to work my way down once more, this time not stopping at her neck. I pushed the straps of her dress down over her shoulders and off her arms. She crossed her hands, as if on instinct, over her chest, like she wasn’t used to letting people look at her like this. I liked that. I kissed her again, slowly pulling her arms aside.
“You don’t have to hide from me,” I whispered. “You’re beautiful.”
Slowly, she let her arms drop down by her sides. Finally, I got a chance to look at her incredible body full-on; her tits were gorgeous, as heavy and full as ripe fruit, her nipples brown and tempting. I leaned down to take one in my mouth, flickering my tongue against it, and then I pushed the other and sucked them both into my mouth. I sucked and bite them until they were both swollen between my lips. She raked her fingers through my hair and moaned helplessly.
When they were impossibly swollen and her moans had become whimpers, I continued on my journey downward, kissing the soft flesh of her stomach, letting my tongue trail low on her belly just the way she had done to me.
She let out a giggle, as though the same thought had occurred to her. I kept going lower and lower until I was on my knees between her legs. I looked up, and found her lips parted, breath coming quickly. I grinned. It was so hot to know she was as turned-on by this as I was.
I took her right leg in my hand and began to kiss it, starting at the ankle. I pulled off her shoe, then moved up the inside of her calf, letting my mouth linger here and there, listening to her reactions. The speed of her breathing picked up pace as I moved closer and closer to her sweet pussy. I paused at the inside of her thigh, finding that sensitive spot that made her whole body tremble with anticipation, and slowly pushing her legs apart I rolled up the hem of her dress.
Chapter 13
Chad
I leaned back to look at her then, at this woman before me. I had known that from the first moment that I had laid eyes on her in that crowd that I had to taste her. I needed her pussy in my mouth, but there was no rush, and I loved nothing more than the thought of getting her to beg me for what I was already so eager to give.
She was wearing a pair of polka dot panties, somehow so innocent, and so filthy at the same time. I moved forward slowly to plant a kiss on her flesh through the fabric. She gasped, then let out a squeak when I moved on and starting kiss down the other side of her leg.
“Please,” she begged.
My cock ached at her words. She had seemed nervous at the bar, but I guessed she was as intoxicated on whatever it was that was between us as I was.
“Please?” I prompted, wanting to hear more. I wanted her to tell me every single thing she wanted me to do to her tonight, because ther
e wasn’t much that I wouldn’t have done to earn those little animal-like noises of pleasure that I was already addicted to.
“Don’t … I mean please, do what you were just doing,” she whispered, as I reached her calf and pulled off her other shoe.
“What do you mean?” I grinned at her, letting her know that I would need to hear the words come out of her mouth before I would do it.
“You know,” she bit her lip.
I hooked my fingers around her panties and held them there, demanding more from her. “Tell me,” I ordered her. “I want to hear you say it.”
She looked down at me for a moment longer, pressing her lips together, as though no-one had ever asked her for anything so scandalous in her entire life. Is the whole world crazy? How could they not?
“I want you to…” She took a deep breath. “I want you to go down on me.”
“Good girl.” I nodded approvingly, and pulled her panties off her feet and tossed them aside. I pushed what was left of her dress up and over her hips, grabbed her, and pulled her towards me in one rough motion. She raked her fingers through my hair, audibly excited, belly rising and falling quickly as I pressed my mouth against her pussy for the very first time.
The noise she made was unlike anything I’d ever heard in my life, like something had shattered inside of her for good. I quickly sealed my lips around her clit, flicking my tongue against her a few times before I settled in to a long, slow, lazy pace that told her I was going to make the most of my time right here between her thighs.
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