Bree lifted her head off the pillow and opened her sleepy eyes.
It took her a second and then her eyes opened really wide.
I curled my middle finger against her damp pussy and she sucked in a breath.
I winked at her and kissed her side again, moving down her body.
My fingers dipped into her honey pool, just teasing, just feeling her…
So. Fucking. Perfect.
I kissed to her lower belly and groaned.
Her skin was smooth and soft.
Warm and cuddly.
I moved my fingers from her slit and couldn’t help myself as I flicked my tongue to my own fingers for a taste of her sweetness.
Bree turned to her back a little and let out a long sigh as she opened her legs.
Her pussy looked like a dewy flower in the morning.
Glistening with pleasure, her soft folds gently parting… I could even see the nub of her clit, swollen, aching for my tongue.
That’s right where my tongue demanded I start.
I swirled around her clit for a second before latching my mouth to her body, suckling gently at first…
Bree slapped her hands to the bed and groaned.
Her back instantly arched.
I pulled away with a pop sound and then went for her honey.
My tongue moved up and down, savoring the taste.
I smiled as I loved her, knowing this was better than coffee or any hair of the dog.
My hands pulled at her hips as my mouth grew hungrier.
I kissed up to her soft mound and took a deep breath.
Bree’s hips rocked up and down, wanting more.
“Tell me you want more,” I whispered.
“Sab… I’m half asleep… I don’t know if this is a dream or not…”
“Does this feel like a dream, babe?” I asked.
I dipped my mouth down between her legs again. The tip of my tongue hooked under her clit and flicked.
Her body jumped and she groaned.
“Was that a dream?” I asked.
“Sab…”
“Tell me you want my mouth to eat your pussy,” I said.
I flicked my tongue again.
She groaned again. “Yes… do it…”
“Do what, babe?” I asked.
I ran the tip of my tongue down between her folds and back up… slow…
Bree whimpered. “What you just did. Keep going…”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bree,” I said. “You have to tell me.”
I pressed my nose to her clit and shook my head, teasing her.
Finally, she looked down at me.
Our eyes met.
“Taste me, Sab.”
“More,” I whispered.
“Make me come.”
“More, babe.”
“E…” She groaned. “Oh, fuck. Eat my pussy, Sab. Right now.”
It felt like my cock was going to explode hearing her say something so fucking filthy to me.
I growled and put my mouth to her sweetness again.
I didn’t move away this time. I suckled her folds. My tongue moved in all directions on and around her clit. I made her dance on the bed, her hips unsure what to do. My hands slid up her beautiful body and I cupped her breasts. She quickly put her hands to mine and squeezed.
I pulled, wanting her closer to me.
She ground her pussy against my tongue.
I thrust against her body and entered her.
Her warm swell clenched against my tongue as she kept moving up and down.
I paused for just a few seconds to admire her and what she was doing.
When I eased my tongue from her body and moved back up to her clit, she let out a loud cry and I knew she was on the edge.
I opened my mouth and moved my tongue faster than Bree could keep up with. Her body lifted from the bed like she was going to levitate into the air.
As she began to come - announcing to us in the room and anyone who could hear her screams - I smiled and slowly closed my mouth over her pussy and stayed right there, not wanting to waste a drop of her honey.
That’s when I realized a couple things.
First - I wanted Bree to be my breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Second - I was absolutely in love with her.
“Fuck me from behind.”
Four words spoken into my mouth as I was kissing Bree in the shower. While fucking her.
I had her positioned against the wall with her left leg up, giving me all the access I needed to her body.
After I took care of her in bed, she said she needed a shower. And me in the shower with her.
Done.
My right hand moved from her breast up to her mouth.
I stroked her bottom lip with my thumb.
“Look at how filthy you are, babe,” I whispered. “Talking that way to me…”
I still slowly fucked her. Feeling her beautiful body sheathing me, thrusting at me, tempting me into coming too soon so Bree could tell the band and I could get my balls broken for years to come.
Bree bit my thumb.
I pulled my hand away.
“Are you going to listen to me or what?” she asked.
I stepped away from her and looked at her naked body.
She reached forward and grabbed my cock with her left hand as she turned around. She inched back toward me, stroking my cock, then letting it go and pinning my cock between our bodies.
As she wiggled against me, my hands moved around to the front of her body and up to her breasts.
I must have hit the secret spot somewhere in or on her body because Bree was… fucking wild.
A part of me wondered if she was always this wild.
That made me want to scream with jealousy.
The thought of another man having her like this… another man who didn’t know what to do with her or to her…
I lowered my mouth down to her neck and kissed her wet skin.
She reached up and back for my hair, digging her nails into my scalp and then pulling my hair.
My teeth grazed her skin and I groaned.
“You better not come right now, Sab,” Bree said.
“Then you better quit shaking your ass and body, babe,” I whispered.
“What’s wrong? Can’t contain yourself for a minute?”
I quickly moved my hands down to her hips.
I pushed her away from me.
Without a word, she bent forward, her hands touching the wall, the shower water hitting the middle of her body.
This was everything I had thought about during long and lonely nights.
In hotel rooms. On the tour bus. Backstage.
No matter who I was with, what they were doing or had done, my mind always found a way to travel back to Bree.
Wondering what she would be like…
And here she was.
My hands cupped her ass cheeks and spread her wide open. My thumbs inched close to a very tender area. I gritted my teeth as I moved my cock to her body. I teased for a second before she thrust back, taking me into her slit.
I hissed and stepped forward, burying myself inside her.
She bent her knees and clenched so tight against me, I told myself this was it. I was going to come. My heart was going to give out. And I was going to be headline news.
Famed Rock Star Dies While Fucking the Woman He Loves in the Shower.
My hands moved from her ass up her back to her shoulders.
I pulled and thrust harder, keeping myself deep inside her perfect body.
And I stayed just like that.
Giving her no relief. Just orgasms.
She told me again that she was coming, but - again - I didn’t need to be told.
I felt it.
I felt the swell… the squeeze… the rush of fresh warmth…
I gritted my teeth and told myself another minute…
But that was not going to happen.
After tasting her pussy an
d now having her in the shower, my cock began to wave the white flag, needing to come.
I moved my hands around to Bree’s chest again and made her stand up as I came.
The angle and the pressure…
I bent my knees and thrust, grunting as the explosion continued.
I kissed the back of her neck, all the muscles in my legs so tight I thought they were going to start ripping apart.
No woman had even come this close to making me feel the way I did.
Bree rocked her hips left to right.
When she was standing, she turned her head and looked at me.
We started to kiss.
My right hand stayed at her chest.
My left hand moved down to her lower belly.
I held her.
I kissed her.
My cock throbbing, easing itself out of her body, inch by inch.
I broke the kiss so I could look into her eyes.
“Bree…”
“Sab…”
I shook my head. “This is Sebastian. I’m Sebastian to you. Always.”
“I know,” she said. “But I like having sex with Sab.”
I grinned. “I love you, babe.”
“What?” Bree asked.
She slowly turned to face me.
“I love you,” I said. “Sebastian. Sab. Whatever you want to call me. But I love you. I can’t help myself. I’m in love with you. I’ve been that way for so long but I had to chase this dream down. I got everything I ever wanted. Except you. Nothing could replace you. So, yeah, I’m naked… my cock is dripping with our cum… and I’m telling you I love you.”
Bree reached up and touched my face. “I love you too, Sab. The same. Always. I mean… yeah. I love you too.”
My hands touched her sides and moved right up to her breasts again.
Yeah, I was in love, but I was still a rock star… and she was still a naked woman in front of me…
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BREE
I love you, babe.
The words danced through my head like a butterfly dancing from flower to flower on a summer day.
I stood outside the shower with a towel around my body.
My entire body was still tingling.
I attempt to count how many times I came in the last hour and it was…
Wow.
First, there was the bed.
Getting woken up to a rock star nestling his mouth between your legs was most definitely the best way to wake up. Forget alarms and snooze buttons, coffee and everything else in life.
Then there was the shower, which was…
Who cares, Bree?
It really didn’t matter.
All I knew was that I had never came that much in such a short period of time.
I looked back at the frosted shower door and saw Sab’s silhouette.
I wondered what would have happened between us if we had confessed our love years ago.
Would he have left for LA still? Would I have left with him?
Maybe it was meant to be this way.
Time and fate coming together for the both of us.
The only problem now was telling Mia what was happening.
And that I really had no idea what my next move was.
I couldn’t just follow Sab around the country and the world.
I couldn’t stay at his house… right?
As I exited the bathroom, I heard a knock at the door.
“Food service,” a voice said.
“Uh… one second!”
I had nothing but a towel on.
I spotted Sab’s bag and hurried to it.
I unzipped and dug around for a shirt. When I found one, I took it out of the bag and saw an envelope fall to the floor.
My name was on the envelope.
BREE
I stood up and took the towel off and put the t-shirt on.
It was big enough to cover everything on me.
I scrambled to the door and opened it.
A man stood there with a cart.
“Good morning,” he said.
He pushed the cart into the hotel room and gave me a quick rundown of what all the food was.
Not that I needed to know the difference between bacon and cantaloupe.
“Enjoy,” the man said.
I nodded as I stared at the envelope on the floor.
He left the hotel room and I poured myself a cup of coffee. Then I sat down on the edge of the bed and reached for the envelope.
I bit my lip, not sure what to do.
It had my name on it.
But it was in Sab’s bag.
My heart raced.
I wondered if it was a love letter. From him to me. Confessing everything he had just said in the shower.
I sipped the coffee and took a deep breath.
I ran my finger along the back of the envelope and opened it.
As the flap ripped open, Sab came out of the bathroom.
I gasped and looked at him.
“I found this in your bag,” I blurted out. “I opened it.”
“Okay,” he said. “Did you see what it is?”
“No,” I said. “I didn’t mean to see it. I had to get a t-shirt because food got delivered.”
“I’m starving,” Sab said. “You know how to wear me out, Bree. I can play a three hour show and still keep going. One shower with you and I want to sleep for days.”
I smiled. “Sab, what is this?”
“Open it,” he said. “It’s for you.”
I put the coffee cup down and took out the piece of paper inside the envelope.
When I saw the names, I gasped.
Then I saw the address.
And pictures.
I stood up. “Sab…”
“It’s your birth parents,” he said.
“I know that. How…”
“I did a little snooping,” he said. “Then I had Toby track them down. They’re alive.”
“What…” I looked at the paper again. “Is this real?”
“It’s real, babe,” he said.
I studied the picture of… them.
My birth parents.
The people who made me and then… what? What happened? Did they just decide not to be parents one day? Did they just leave me on the side of the road like trash?
The emotion started to collect inside me.
“Hey, Bree…”
I looked at Sab. My eyes filled with tears.
“Why did you do this?” I asked.
“What?”
I threw the paper to the bed and ran for the door.
When I got out into the hallway, I didn’t know which direction to run to.
Left and right looked the same.
And even if I ran out of the hotel, where was I going to go?
I honestly didn’t even know what city I was in.
I was too caught up in Sab and the rock star world to really care.
Behind me, I heard Sab open the door.
“Bree….”
“No,” I said. “Don’t follow me. Leave me alone, Sab.”
I chose left and started to run that way.
That was the wrong path to take.
It led me to a dead end.
And when I turned around, Sab was right there.
His hands out. “Wait a second, babe.”
“Just get away from me,” I said. “I didn’t ask you to do anything for me.”
A door opened and Nash looked around. “Everything good?”
“Where’s Liv?” I asked.
“She’s right…”
Liv stepped out into the hallway. “What’s wrong?”
“Get him away from me,” I said, pointing to Sab.
“What did you do?” Nash asked.
“Nothing,” Sab said. “I thought I was helping her…”
“I didn’t ask you to find them,” I yelled at Sab.
More doors opened.
Soon, I had the entire band watching my own implosion.
/> The death of my mother came rushing back to me.
The phone call. The reality of it all. She was gone forever. I was going to be alone. And she left me a fucking letter with the truth about myself.
“I’ll tear it up,” Sab said. “I didn’t want you to waste time trying to find them. That’s it. It doesn’t mean anything. You don’t have to see them.”
“It wasn’t your job,” I said.
“Did Bree find out Sab’s addicted to whiskey and strippers?” Jay called out.
“Not the fucking time or place,” Sab barked back.
Wren slapped Jay in the arm.
I looked around and the embarrassment hit me.
So I started to run.
I plowed by Sab as he called my name.
Tears filled my eyes but I had to get away.
I finally found a door to get me off this fucking floor.
It opened with force and smacked against the stairwell wall, leaving a thundering boom echoing around me.
“Bree, wait up,” Liv’s voice said.
I stopped and turned.
She was right there, arms around me, hugging me.
“Tell me what’s going on,” she whispered. “Don’t just run off. Let me help you.”
“You want to help me?” I asked. “Get me out of here. Get me out of this hotel and this city…”
Liv stepped back. “You’re in a shirt and nothing else.”
I looked down at myself.
Heat flooded my cheeks.
I pictured myself running. No bra. Just a t-shirt. And if the bottom of the shirt lifted up enough…
I covered my face. “Did I just give them all a show?”
“Well, it’s nothing nobody hasn’t seen before,” Liv said.
I moved my hands from my face. “I’m going to be sick.”
“Talk to me, Bree,” she said. “What happened?”
As I wiped the corners of my eyes, I took a breath. “My mother left me a note telling me I was adopted. I had no idea. She left the names of my birth parents. Sab gave the names to Toby to find their address. I told him I was nervous about what to do and wondered if they were even alive. I didn’t ask him to go find them. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to know at all…”
I felt my throat close for a second.
“Fucking Sab,” Liv whispered.
I lowered my head and Liv hugged me again.
“I’ve got you, Bree,” she whispered. “Let me go get Sab into Nash’s room and then we’ll go get your stuff, okay?”
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