Between Love & Fire (Backstage #1)

by Dani René

  “You don’t have to ask me twice.” I lean forward and kiss her. Then I nudge my jeans off, I am rock hard for my girl. Turning her over, I shift between her splayed thighs. Our lips meet and when she opens for me, my tongue licks into her. It's a quick luscious kiss that I have to break. I sit back and reach over to the nightstand snatching a condom. Her eyes follow my every move. When I grip my throbbing shaft, her gaze is glued to the sight. She watches me stroke myself. “Is this what you want, Petal?” Her tongue flicks out, moistening her lips and I can no longer hold back. I ache for her. Her nod is swift and I need no other confirmation.

  I sheath my cock and slide over her gorgeous body. The tip of my erection nudging her pussy. “Please, Callum.” She will be my undoing. I reach between us and stroke her slick cunt. So fucking wet for me. She’s always ready for me. Without warning, I slam into her. All the way to the hilt. Her beautiful cries are music to my ears. Our bodies move in the rhythm of our love song. When we made love, fucked, had sex, I felt alive. Complete. Euphoria.

  Her legs wrap around my waist, tightening, drawing me in further. Her tight hot pussy pulses around me. I ease out and tease her again. “Callum, stop teasing, just fuck me.” Mmm, you want it hard, Petal. Fine. I sit back and she whimpers the loss of me.

  “On your knees.” Her gaze widens, but she immediately moves onto all fours. “Good girl.” I drive into her, fast and deep. Her moans spurring my thrusts. I fist her long golden hair in my hand and tug her head backward. In response, her cunt tightens and squeezes my shaft. I rain a slap down on her pert little ass and she yelps. Such a provocative sound.

  My body driving into hers, deeper. Hitting her sweet spot. I pull out slowly, and thrust back in. Over and over again. Her body is warm, taking me. Every inch. Accepting me. The sweat that sheens her skin is beautiful, as if she’s glistening. When her pussy tightens around me, I realize she’s close. As her body shudders with release, and she screams out my name. My body stiffens and my cock thickens. Filling the condom with a growl of her name on my lips. We collapse on the bed. After discarding the rubber, I drape my arm over her. Holding her against me. She smells of sex and cherries. It was a heady combination.

  “That was incredible.” She turns over in my arms, facing me. Her eyes are glossy. She has a freshly fucked glow in her cheeks and I must be honest, it suited her. After the number of women I fucked, she is the only one I could also make love to.

  The sun flooding through the open blinds is too bright. Today will be a long day. The flight is a good twelve hours. Rolling over, I find my lovely blonde girl sitting at the window. Her hair is loose, and she's wrapped up in a blanket and I have a feeling nothing else. Her knees are drawn up to her chin. She’s calm. Watching her for a while, I sit up. “Are you okay, Petal?” When she twists, her smile is small and I recognize something is wrong.

  “Just thinking about the next few months. The days, and nights, will be crazy.” I nod and swing my feet over the edge of the bed.

  “It will be. Are you sure you’re ready?” She nods and I notice the uncertainty in her features.

  “I want to come with you. I do.” Her voice is soft, but she’s made up her mind. With the sheet around my waist, I pad over to her.

  “You are safe with us. We have security that monitor everyone that comes to the venue.” I stand in front of her. Doe eyes peer up at me. When the wicked smirk curls her lips, I realize I am in for a morning treat. She slips from the chair and sinks to her knees. With a rough tug, she pulls the sheet from me. “Baby…” The words trail off as her mouth opens, her tongue darts out and runs over the tip of my cock.

  A small moan in her chest sends a jolt through me. I watch her plump lips slide down my thick shaft and her eyes peer up at me. They’re shining with mischief. The tip hits the back of her throat and she swallows. The sensation tightens my balls and my head drops in satisfaction. “Shit, woman, you feel incredible.” My voice is a rough rumble. Her hands clutch my thighs and my hand fists in her long ice-blonde hair. I hold her still, reveling in the feel of her. She moans, the sensation sending vibrations over my shaft. Then I fuck her mouth, drawing my pleasure from her. “I will come baby, you better stop now.” She ignores me and flicks her tongue around my cock. She opens her jaw and I am so deep inside her that her nose is against my abs. Taking all nine inches into her mouth. None of the women I have been with have ever been able to do that. My release shoots down my spine, into my dick, and spurts into her waiting throat. She doesn't spill a drop of my hot seed. I slip out from between her lips and she licks me clean. The innocence in her face after what she did, has my mind spinning with all the dirty things I ache to do to her.

  “You will kill me if you do that everyday.”

  Her sweet giggle echoes through my foggy mind. “I didn’t hear you complaining when I was doing it.” Rising, she leans up on her tiptoes and presses a kiss on my cheek. She spins, drops the blanket and strolls into the bathroom. Before the door closes, she glances back with an invitation I would be foolish to ignore her.

  So like any sensible man would, I follow her. Her cherry body wash is on the shelf, I snatch it and lather up the cloth. Taking my time, I wash her gently. Her skin looks so delicate, wet and gleaming. In a slow circular motion, I massage her body. Then I sink to my knees. My hands drift down her legs, kneading. The soft moans from her has my cock hard again. I need to be inside her. I straighten and rinse her off. With my hand in hers, I pull her from the shower. She stares at my reflection as I quickly towel dry her. I make quick work of drying my body. “Hold onto the counter baby, don't move.” In the bedroom, I grab a condom and roll it on. When I join her again, I find her bent at the waist. I step behind her, my fingers tease her slick folds. Our eyes lock in the mirror and the desire in her gaze is almost my undoing. I slowly inch into her tight pussy.

  The movement has her pushing back against me, but I grip her hips and hold her still. “Open your eyes. Watch me. Look at me fuck your flawless body.” Dark brown pools lock on my blue ones in the mirror. Her lips part as whimpers and moans escape her. I plunge into her. Pressing her against the counter. With my hand gripping her hip, the other strokes her spine. Tracing soft lines along the tattoo. Over her scars. My hips move back and then drive forward, taking her sweet beautiful pussy. Her hands claw at the counter, but my movements speed up and she can’t grip anything. “You see how beautiful you are, with my cock inside your tight pussy.”

  “Cal… please?” I know she’s needing release. I reach forward and strum her hardened nub which has her flying over the edge. Her body tightens around me, pulling me into her. As her orgasm splinters through her, a growl so primal shudders in my chest. Slipping out as she rides her high. I slide my fingers into her pulsing pink flesh. She's tight, dripping, and the scent of her arousal has my cock thickening with release. I pull off the rubber and shoot my seed over her inked skin.

  “Now I have marked you. You are mine.” An easy smile appears, but it doesn’t reach her chestnut eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No. I don’t like when you’re not inside me.” Her cheeks pink with embarrassment. Once the condom is in the trash, I grab a towel and clean her skin. She turns to me and I cup her face in my hands and kiss her.

  “You are beautiful. Can I ask you something?” She nods, but she’s weary. “Why only one wing? And why cherry blossoms? I have been wondering since you showed me.”

  “One means I am broken, damaged. But cherry blossoms are a promise of something beautiful. Delicate.” Her gaze drops to her feet. She is open, letting me in. The moment pulls at my heart. Deep down I realize that I am falling for her and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

  “You will never be damaged again. And you are beautiful.” I make her a promise I intend to keep. The tour will be a test of our relationship. Groupies. Models. And all I want to do is shelter her from it, but I know I can’t. I want no one, but her. Still I have a bad feeling. And that scares me shitless.

  We were in the car
on our way to the airport. I was tired, but the excitement overshadowed it. I get to see my sister for my birthday, which would be fun. Pulling my phone from my purse, I opened my Twitter account. Social media had blown up since the tour was announced. I was now publicly revealed as part of the crew. So I have had more notifications than I could handle. Scrolling through my feed I spot a picture that sends jealousy coursing through my veins. My body stiffens and I know Callum felt it. We were sitting close enough that our arms were touching.

  “You okay, baby?” His voice in my ear sent shivers down my spine. I shake my head. As I turn the screen, the photo is open and his eyes bulge. Him and Arina. His ex-girlfriend. “Fuck.” The curse a low hiss.

  “How old is this picture?” I glare at him. There was something in his expression that confirmed it was recent. My heart constricted. My throat closed, and dizziness swept over me. Anger fueled me and the ache in my chest left me breathless.

  “About two weeks.” Just then our driver pulled up to the airport. I snatched my bag and opened the door. Before he said anything more, I jumped out of the SUV. I heard him call after me, but ignored it. Making my way towards the departures lounge through the hordes of people. It was busy, so I weaved between families and couples. Before I reached the VIP area Callum’s hand clutched my arm. Spinning me around, his eyes found mine.

  “Let. Me. Go.” My tone filled with venom.

  “I will not let you go, this is ludicrous. I need to explain.”

  “No. You don’t get that chance. You lost that right when you hid me in the back of the car every time we went anywhere in public. I am not a fucking dirty little secret you take out when it’s convenient for you. How long have you been seeing her?” This was the first photo I saw on any social media with him and her since they ended things a year ago.

  “Would you calm down and listen?” He pulled the hood of his jumper over his head. I glanced around and realized stragglers had now stopped to watch the spectacle we were creating in the middle of departures in Los Angeles International. We had attracted the attention of a crowd.

  “Let go of my arm, Callum. I swear to God I can make a bigger scene.” He tugged my arm, ignoring my threat and hauled me along behind him. When the initial flash blinded me, we ran for the VIP lounge. He pushed the door open and yanked me in. We both leaned against it, out of breath. He turned placing one hand against the wall above my head and the other gripping my hip. I have never had to run away from the press before and my heart was racing. My anger flared as I stared into those blue pools. “You’re such a fucking asshole, Callum Hayes.”

  “Baby, please just let me explain?”

  “What? That you want both of us because that’s what the bad boy rock star does?”

  “No! Fuck Tayla. Would you listen?” Before he could explain someone pushed on the door, slamming me into Callum.

  “What were you two doing? Actually, I don’t need to know.” Kierra’s peers at us, and the blush on my cheeks heats my face.

  “Nothing. Callum was about to justify why he’s fucking his ex again.” Dismay is evident in her expression. I assume he didn’t mention it to her either.

  “I am not screwing her. We were photographed by her paparazzi friends who saw her walking into me when I was getting you dinner.” His stare is heated and sears my skin. I recall he went out a few weeks ago to order takeaway from my favorite Chinese restaurant.

  “Oh.”

  “Do I get a make up kiss now?” He leans in and I hear the groan behind me from Liam when he pipes up.

  “No. We don't need your public displays of affection making us queasy before we board the flight.”

  “Liam, jealousy makes you a grumpy fucker.” The brothers spend more time debating who gets more sex than they talk music. Shaking my head, I take a seat. Callum flops next to me, resting his hand on my thigh. I open my laptop, logging into the band’s social media accounts. The photo is capturing attention of the fans. There’s five hundred comments. Many of them are assuming that he is back with her, and they're adding a hash tag #GetRidOfArina.

  “Cal, have a look at this.” I pass him the computer; his expression is not what I was expecting. The smile that tugs the edge of his mouth is unmistakable.

  “It will simmer down, if not, we can respond.” Without replying, I shut down my laptop. We’re resting in the lounge when I see Ryan and Kierra giggling. They’ve been close since I first started working here. Although I know they’re not dating. At least I don’t think they are. The boys are secretive. I suppose they have to be. Sneaking a glimpse at Callum, I notice he’s jotting phrases in his journal.

  “What are you doing?” As I lean in, he jumps shielding the page from me.

  “You’re not supposed to see it yet.” I narrow my eyes, taking in his expression. He’s hiding it which has me more curious. Sometimes his brain just doesn't switch off. Constantly creating. “Wait till we’ve landed okay?”

  “Fine.” Sitting back, crossing my arms over my chest, I look out the window. The trip is long, but I am excited to arrive in Europe. Paris is our initial destination. Being with Callum in one of the most romantic cities will be incredible.

  The door opens, and we are joined by two large uniformed officers. Apparently they’re ready for the crew to board the flight. They will escort us to the hangar. With the security detail it makes moving through the crowd much smoother. There are fans calling out to the band and flashes appear from both sides. Cal is walking next to me. His hand brushing against me every few seconds.

  Once we are onboard, Callum announces our schedule once we land. We had two days before the show. We had time to explore the city. Monday night is the first concert. I was thrilled to be a part of it. He pointed out we are welcome to have our dinner’s in the restaurant with the team, or head off on our own.

  “That is if you and Tayla can unglue your hips long enough.” Liam’s remark doesn’t go unnoticed, and the annoyance on Callum’s face is obvious. The air is heavy with frustration between them, and I wonder if something happened.

  “Liam, I would appreciate respect for my girlfriend.” A huff from his brother, and Callum continues talking. We are staying in Paris until Tuesday morning, then we were off to Germany, Holland, Russia, and lastly London. The finale in the UK has been extensively advertised, and I realized that playing Wembley would be the biggest show in Europe.

  Once we reached our cruising altitude the pilot announced that we can undo our safety belts. Stretching my feet out in front of me, I recline my seat, and close my eyes. Callum’s fingers brush mine, my eyes snap open to find stormy pools of a vivid blue. The salacious expression he's wearing tells me precisely what he has in mind. Leaning in, he whispers in my ear. “Meet me in the back. Two minutes.” We’re traveling in the band’s private jet and the prospect of joining the mile-high club has my panties soaked and my core pulsing.

  My heart thumped against my rib cage. I had done nothing like this before. With a hasty glimpse at the rest of the team, I notice everyone was watching a movie or were busy with their phones. I shift out of my seat and make my way to the rear of the plane.

  A door opens and Callum grasps my wrist, yanking me into the restroom. Even though it's larger than one on a normal airline, it's still cramped with his enormous frame taking up most of the space. With a palm over my mouth, my body quivers with anticipation. “Shhh… You need to be quiet.” I nod. He lowers his hand and twirls me around.

  “What are you doing? There are people a few feet away.” I hiss at him.

  The cheeky grin and naughty glint in his eyes and I know he doesn’t care where we were. “I missed touching you.” When he reaches out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear, I withdraw from his touch. The rumors about Callum and Liam flirting with fans and groupies had me on edge. My chest tightened at the prospect of having to share him. I realize it came with the job, but deep down I would find it challenging to see.

  “You want me before we land in Paris?” The flicker of
recognition in his eyes doesn't go unnoticed, the meaning in my statement is obvious. His life was an open book. To me. To the world. The only thing he had kept secret was me. We had ultimately decided that it was best, but now I wondered if it was.

  He grips my shoulders roughly, the frustration marred his perfectly handsome face. Those sky-blue pools turned dark and stormy. “Tayla, I am yours. How would you like me to prove that to you?” My mouth opened and closed. Words failed me. I was too distracted by his hard body pressed against me to start this fight.

  “Callum, forget it.” My palms flat against his chest, I pushed, but he didn’t relent. He was stronger than me and I didn’t stand a chance getting him away from me.

  His eyes sear into mine. “No, I will not. For God’s sake woman, I want you. How can you not see that?” His voice grew louder than we both expected. I peered at him, not finding an explanation to my uncertainty. I knew it was my insecurity, not being good enough to be dating a famous rock star. Someone that could have any girl in the world, and yet, he is standing locked in a toilet with me. We both remain silent for a minute and when nobody knocked on the door to find out what the shouting was about, he hoisted me onto the counter.

  His lips were on me in an instant. He devoured me. Sucking my bottom lip into his hot mouth. His teeth sinking in, biting, causing me to moan. Our tongues fought for control, I let him have it. I taunted him by sucking on his tongue, flicking my own over his. The groan I loved, rumbled deep in his throat. My concerns about groupies forgotten, because at that point, all that mattered was me and him.

  His body flush against mine and I felt his thick cock pressing against my core. I was wearing a skirt, and I was so glad I did. “Callum…” I moaned into the kiss.

  He ignored me and nipped at my neck. Teeth grazing the soft sensitive flesh, sucking it into his mouth. The sound of his zipper was music to my ears. He shuffled his jeans and briefs to his knees. Then I heard the familiar foil ripping and his hands were on my thighs. Splaying me before him. He nudged my thong to the side and his index finger dipped into my molten core. Slipping through my drenched folds. Those beautiful fingers that can strum any guitar string to perfection, were now strumming my clit, making music with my body.