I arched an eyebrow and allowed him to guide me over to the bar where he poured a couple of drinks. Pure whiskey. I looked at him and blinked. I usually wasn't a whiskey kind of girl, but I figured I could make an exception in this case. Particularly if that was part of the groupie experience that I suddenly found myself wanting to experience even though that should’ve been the last thing I wanted.
I giggled and smacked his chest. His deliciously sculpted chest. His rock hard chest. No, I needed to avoid thinking about that. That was too distracting. That was pulling me too close to breaking the game of the girl who didn’t give a fuck about Grant’s band and was making him work for it.
"So this is your big move? You get girls drunk? What, do you put something in their drink too you creeper?"
The words might’ve been a bit harsh if not for the playful tone I attached to it. I had a feeling that for most girls the fact that Grant existed and was standing right in front of them in all his glory would be more than enough to get their panties to drop. No booze required.
Grant kicked back his drink in one swallow and I blinked, both impressed and surprised. Though I'm not sure why I was surprised. It seemed that partying was at least a small part of his job description from what I saw at that after party. I had a feeling he could put away substances in a way that I couldn't possibly imagine.
He smiled after he got his drink down. "I'm Grant Thompson," he said in a tone that was both a statement of fact and a slight challenge as he proceeded to echo what I’d just been thinking. "Do you really think I need to get girls drunk or slip them something get their panties to drop once I've got them on my tour bus?"
There was something loaded about the way he phrased that. Once he got girls on his tour bus. The deal was done once he got girls on his tour bus. I was a girl, I was on his tour bus right now, though I wasn’t exactly a fan which put a wrinkle in the whole thing.
The line between playful resistance and conquest was thin, and it was constantly moving. Which side of the line was I on? I knew which side my brain told me I should be on and I knew which side my body was telling me I was on right now.
"So the booze is just to break the ice?" I asked.
Grant shrugged. "Not really. It just helps to calm a girl's nerves. She's living the pop star fantasy. It happened to me all the time, but it was usually the first time for them."
Grant looked me up and down again and a shiver ran down my spine. Something had changed about Grant. It was as though here on this bus, here in his territory, he was suddenly confident in himself in a way he hadn’t been throughout the rest of the evening when he was slightly off balance around me.
I thought about how it must have felt ten years ago for girls who were fans, and my imagination was fueled in no small part by how Kayla used to go on. The first time for them. It would be the first time getting the pop star experience for me. And I wanted nothing more than to be one of his conquests for the night. I could definitely sympathize with how those girls felt as they crossed the line from good girl to groupie.
I realized it was a line I was about to cross myself despite all the worries still running through my head. The worry that I was selling out by giving into the charms of a guy in Twenty Promises. More than anything the worry that I would wind up being just another notch on his traveling bedpost even though my body was screaming to let him carve that notch.
"So you're saying the only pickup line you've ever needed is to be Grant Thompson?" I asked.
As I asked I was painfully aware of how close he was. I could smell his breath with just a hint of whiskey on it. I grimaced. Okay, so maybe there was more than a hint of whiskey which usually wasn't my thing but I'd make an exception in this case. I could feel the heat radiating off of his body. Down below I could sense his cock straining out for me, even though I couldn't exactly feel it against me.
I definitely wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of glancing down to check out his cock, but I could still sense it there. It was as though there was a sixth sense telling me that this hottie's cock was straining out for my body, and my body was screaming for me to drop the games and fucking take it already.
He shrugged. "Usually that's all it takes."
On any other man that would be arrogance. On any other man that would be a boast. Only with him it was nothing of the sort. He could have his pick of just about any woman he wanted. Myself included. I needed this so bad. My body was aching for him. I was completely overcome by the moment and completely gone. I didn’t care if I was throwing myself at him. No, I desperately wanted him to lean forward and take me, to shatter all of my boundaries and barriers.
Only he didn't. Maybe my game was working a little too well. So I decided to give things a push.
"So where did the date usually go from here?" I breathed out.
Grant chuckled. I was being fucking transparent, but I didn't give a fuck. I had to have him even if I was giving up on playing hard to get and was throwing myself at him instead. He pulled back from me, turning towards the bar where he placed his empty drink on the wood paneling. He turned back to me and cocked an eyebrow.
"Do you really want to see?"
That was a loaded question. My breathing was picking up. My nipples were rock hard. I was so fucking wet between my legs. I finally risked a glance down, not caring if he saw me glancing at his cock, and I was rewarded with the sight of his rock hard dick, that monster I'd felt against my ass earlier, straining out towards my body just as I'd imagined it would. Straining out against those impossibly tight pants he wore onstage to get a rise out of the ladies.
Only now I was the lady getting a rise out of him, and I wanted so much more. I paused to think for a moment though. I was really buzzed which might be influencing my decision making, but at the same time I wanted this. Needed it. So I was going to go for it. Fuck the consequences!
"Sure," I said. "It would be interesting to see where the magic happened. Back in the day."
He grinned and gestured with one of those sculpted arms. "Then by all means follow me."
And so I followed. I followed temptation made flesh. It was time to see where the magic happened, and maybe make a little magic of my own.
14: Accidental Groupie
"This is it," he said.
This was certainly it. The thing was fucking amazing. Of course I had no reason to believe it wouldn't be amazing. He was presumably a rich man, after all, or at least the people paying the bills for this tour were rich, and all that money meant he could afford nice things.
The bed ran the entire width of the bus and it looked like it was at least king-size. It was incredibly comfortable looking. He also had a set of massive windows running from floor to ceiling on the back. Tinted of course so he could see out but nobody could see in. Sure it probably wasn't much of a view, other cars driving on the interstate, but it was better than nothing.
Another giant flat panel dominated one wall. Along the other there was what looked like another bar. Of course there would be another bar in here. I almost giggled when I saw that. He would want to keep the entertaining going even when he moved in here, of course.
"It's nice," I said.
I sighed as he moved up behind me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and it sent a shiver running through me despite the heat. I felt the heat radiating off of him, and I wanted nothing more than for him to step forward and press those delicious muscles against me. Only he didn't. It felt like the tables had turned. Like he was the one doing the teasing now.
This guy was good. He was going right up to the edge of what he figured I'd be comfortable with even though my body and my mind were screaming for him to do so much more. To take me. Only with every moment that he just stood there, teased me, it was driving me wild. It was driving me closer to the edge of that cliff I'd been walking all night.
Only now I was at the edge of the cliff I was ready to throw myself off, and it was as though the cliff kept moving to keep me from any sort of release. Damn it.
"S
o what would happen now?" I asked.
"Do you really want to know?"
I licked my lips. That sounded like a challenge as much as it was a question.
"It might be fun to hear about some of your conquests," I said.
Fuck. I didn't want to hear about his conquests. I wanted to be one of his conquests, damn it! I felt like a complete slut for thinking that, but it had been awhile and he was so damn hot and I figured I deserved to slut it up just a little.
"Well it really depends on the girl," he said. "Sometimes a girl comes in and it's obvious she just wants a one night stand. It's obvious I'm a notch on her bedpost as much a she's one on mine."
I turned to him, painfully aware of how close he was as he looked down at me with hunger burning bright in his eyes, and cocked an eyebrow. "Really?"
He laughed. "The groupie thing can be a two-way street," he said. "So many women out there are in it just for the star, not the man."
I licked my lips. "And what about the ones who want the star and the man?"
Grant was so close that if he leaned down his lips would be brushing against mine. I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut as he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. As he took me and made me his. As he stole me from my usual life even if only for a short while.
"Well those were always more interesting," he said. "There are the ones who knew they wanted it, and then there were the ones who thought it was fun to play hard to get. As if there's a difference."
"Is there a difference?" I asked. My voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. The only sound was the distant rumble of the bus's engine as it ran the air conditioner and the leftover ringing in my ears from the concert.
"In the end? No," Grant said. "But in the beginning, well it's all the difference in the world. It's like uncorking a fine wine. You have to enjoy it. You have to savor it."
As he mentioned savoring his hand ran down my arm sending a trail of goose bumps and fire. I breathed in sharply and looked up at him. I was practically panting before him, and yet he just stared at me with an intense concentration.
"Those women have to be caressed, enjoyed, appreciated," he muttered.
And then to my delight his face moved forward and his lips were so close that they were almost brushing against me, yet they weren't. I wanted to cry out in frustration. I wanted to reach up and pull him down against me.
"A woman that hot, a woman that sure of herself, a woman that beautiful is a rare thing in this business," Grant said.
Every time his lips moved they brushed ever so slightly against mine. His hand moved around to the small of my back and then it was running up and down. It was sending tingles of pleasure straight to my pussy that radiated out like electric bolts of lightning to the rest of my body traveling along every nerve ending. I was panting. Shit, I was on the verge of coming just from feeling him running his hand up and down the small of my back!
"A woman like that needs to be enjoyed slowly, properly," he continued, barely above a whisper.
Once more his lips brushed against mine, but he still refused to actually kiss me. He refused to give me the release I so desperately needed. He expertly built the tension ensuring that when it finally exploded it was going to explode in a major way.
I was ready to pop. I was shivering. I was weak in the knees just from feeling his breath against my lips, and yet I needed that contact. It was so delicious. He was so hot. I was so dizzy with desire. The fact that this was Grant Thompson of Twenty Promises barely registered as electric pleasure pulses danced along my nerve endings.
I guess even in the moment I was having trouble believing I was doing this.
"A woman like that needs to be worshiped," Grant said.
Finally the release came. His lips pressed against mine. I closed my eyes and let out a quiet moan. The explosive pleasure of finally feeling his lips pressing against my own after so much buildup was amazing.
Grant went slow at first, doing some of that savoring and worshiping he was talking about, but I could tell he was just as turned on as I was. Maybe the prospect of getting to bang a girl who claimed to hate his group did something for him, because before I knew it his tongue was slipping past my lips and then our tongues were dueling as we held each other in a passionate embrace.
That passionate embrace also finally allowed me to feel his delicious cock pressing against me. Pressing against my pussy. And the way it was tenting out gave me more than ample opportunity to feel its contours through my tight skirt. I couldn't wait to feel him inside me. I needed to feel him inside me.
I was gone. I was a prisoner to my lust. I was a prisoner to the incredible feelings washing over my body as this sculpted god pressed against me and explored me. And there was no way I was going to resist at this point.
No, the game was lost. The game had been lost from the very moment he first touched me in that brief contact out on the stage, and I was completely his the moment he pressed his lips against mine. For this brief delicious moment I was a groupie. I was his willing plaything. Maybe it was just for tonight, maybe it was wrong, but I was his. In every way.
Of course there was a part of me that hoped this was something more. It was a naive part, but it was there. Either way, I was going to enjoy the fuck out of this experience!
Grant was slow. He was worshipful. He was a conscientious lover and everything I'd imagined. Only that wasn't what I needed right now. No, what I needed more than anything was to be ravaged. And so I reached up and grabbed him by his leather vest and pulled him against me.
I opened my eyes and saw him look down at me in surprise, and then he apparently got the message as his hands started moving up and down my body with more fervor. He was taking me, not just exploring me.
His hands ran down my stomach, between my legs to my sopping wet pussy. Shit. His fingers dancing along my panties were incredible. His hands ran up to my tits, inside my top and then I felt his hands brushing against the naked flesh of my breasts for the first time and it made me lightheaded. I was moaning into his mouth as he ran his hand along my body.
Fuck!
While one of his hands was busy exploring my breasts the other moved down between my legs again. He tugged and then my skirt was down around my ass. He tugged again and it fell to my ankles right along with my panties. I gasped into his mouth as he continued swirling his tongue around mine. He was gifted at this. Then again, I suppose he had a hell of a lot of practice disrobing women. He was probably like some Jedi Master of removing tight fitting clothes at this point in his career.
His hand pulled out of my shirt and I let out a whimper of disappointment. I needed to feel his hand in there so bad. I needed to feel him against me so bad! Withdrawing his touch was the purest form of torture I'd ever felt.
My eyes went wide and I let out a surprised yell as his hand pressed against my chest, such a delicious feeling. Only he wasn't pressing against my chest because he wanted to feel my tits. No, he pushed me down to the bed where I landed with a thump. I felt springs bouncing under me and I even bounced once before I came to rest with one knee up and one leg splayed out. With my skirt and panties down around my ankles, though I quickly kicked both off. With Grant standing over me staring down with a hunger and lust that was probably the single most intensely sexual look I'd ever seen on a man.
Grant fell down on the bed on top of me. Started pulling up on my shirt. Somehow along the way he managed to unsnap my bra and pull it along with. Like I said, a Jedi at removing women’s clothes. I felt an incredible fucking urgency that I couldn't explain. I needed him inside me. I didn't even want to bother with foreplay.
Grant kissed his way up my body. First my thighs, then for a moment his lips were brushing against my pussy lips. For an electric moment I thought he might be going down on me and I was surprised to feel disappointment that he wasn't just fucking me already, but no, it didn't seem that was in the cards. Not yet at least. He continued moving up until his muscular chest was over me finally in the cul
mination of a fantasy that had been running through my head since he turned around at the door to the diner and gave me that smoldering sexy look that left no doubt as to how straight he was and how interested he was!
I took the opportunity to pull the leather vest to the side. He allowed me to pull it off and once that was done my hands moved down to his pants. Grant might've been a master at taking my pants off, but I figured I was just as good. In a moment I was fishing his cock out.
My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head as I felt the flesh of his shaft in my hand. God! It was everything I'd imagined and so much more. It was so fucking intense feeling my hands around his cock. I’d only known him for the space of an evening and already feeling him up like this was so much more intense than any other experience I’d had with a guy.
His cock was so big, so throbbing, and from the way he was groaning and the way his own eyes were rolling into the back of his head it appeared he was getting one hell of a thrill out of me grabbing it. Almost as much of a thrill as I was getting from being the one doing the grabbing.
I wasn't sure if that was specifically for me or if that was a show he put on for the benefit of all the girls he got with, but I'd take it.
Just as he had with my shirt, I didn't bother to take his pants all the way off. No, all I cared about was getting his cock out so he could get the deed done. In one swift motion I yanked down just enough that his cock was free and then I was guiding him to the entrance to my pussy. It seemed like I was poised on the edge of eternity as I felt his massive cock head pressing against my completely unprotected lips.
I felt dizzy. I'd never slutted it up like this before. The feeling of him over me, knowing who he was, the intensity of everything I'd felt tonight, it was all so much. It was all so fucking overwhelming.
Only to my surprise as we were poised on the edge of eternity Grant was the one to stop. He was the one to hold himself with his cock at my entrance just barely splitting me and giving me a preview of the incredible pleasure I could expect when he finally delivered and split me down the middle.
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