by K E Osborn
“I don’t think he saw the kiss. Otherwise, you’d be sporting two black eyes right about now,” I say.
Danger frowns and nods. “Yeah, I think he just saw me holding your hair and pulling back from you. Shit! We have to be more careful. We didn’t spend six months being cautious to fuck it all up on the last day,” he says. I nod and glance back at Dad.
“Well, when I get off stage can we go somewhere while Dad’s performing. One last backstage bang?”
“Abso-fuckin-lutely, one last hurrah. Who knows when we’ll be together again, so let’s make the most of tonight, hey?”
Tightness fills my chest and my stomach knots. I swallow hard, and nod as my eyes begin to water. “Hey, no tears, not yet. You have to perform your heart out. Then give your heart to me after your show and I’ll take it with me so I have a piece of you wherever I go,” he says. I smile and nod quickly wiping away a tear that’s falling down my cheek.
“I wish I could hug you right now,” he says and I smile and look over to Dad, he’s facing away from us so I take the risk. I lunge forward and embrace Danger tightly.
He tenses, but gradually eases into the hug and cuddles into me hugging me tightly.
“Ella, group huddle,” Caleb calls out and I break free from Danger and look up at him.
“Be here when I get off stage, okay?” I demand and he chuckles.
“Yes, ma’am.” He fakes a salute as I smirk and rush over to the huddle.
Chad looks at me and I half smile at him as he exhales and looks away. I try not to let it bother me, but it does. I hate that I hurt him, it makes me feel terrible, and I hate that a part of me is hurting at not being with him. It makes me feel guilty, like all of me should be wanting Danger, but there’s this part of me that wants Chad. I push that part down because Danger is making the effort for us, so I need to too.
Caleb gives us all our pep talk and we say our mantra and throw our hands in. Chad places his hand on top of mine, and it sends a shock wave straight through every atom inside of me. I start to shake and I feel a little nauseous. I hate that one touch can unsettle me so much. But I need to get my game face on. I need to work for the crowd right now and not dwell on my personal life.
I strap on my guitar and run onto the stage taking in the atmosphere, the lights, the crowd and the noise. It’s all radiating through me and for the next hour, I can get lost in the music and not have a worry in the world. For the next hour, the music will surround me and keep me sane. For the next hour, I can get lost in a sea of faces that won’t judge me for my choices like I’m judging myself.
I’m bounding off the stage on such a high from the rush of performing. I don’t think I can ever get used to this feeling. The adrenalin coursing through my veins is like a drug. I get high on it, I live for it, and I’m so glad that this is my life. I place my guitar on the stand and smile widely and I’m greeted by strong arms wrapping around me from behind.
“You were on fire tonight, sugar,” he whispers in my ear and then bites on my lobe sending a strong sensation straight down my centre right to my clit. I gasp at the feeling and nuzzle my back into his chest.
“You were watching?” I ask and he chuckles.
“The whole show. You’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, you know that?” he says and spins me around to face him.
I giggle and shake my head. “Not likely,” I reply and he smirks and moves a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Sugar, seeing you stroke your guitar like that, it’s no wonder you have magic hands. I have a hard-on just thinking about it,” he says grinding his cock into my side.
I laugh as I feel his hard cock against my leg. “Well, we better fix this situation then,” I suggest and he waves his eyebrows suggestively and I giggle as he takes my hand and leads me down the hall.
“Normally we fuck in any room we can find, right?”
“Yeah,” I say.
“Well, I thought tonight I would make it better for us. So I’ve made it so no one will come into the Recoil green room while Slayed are on and there’s a lock on the door. There’s a sofa in there so we can be more comfortable.”
“Thank you,” I say and he smiles.
“Anything for you, sugar,” he says and I move up closer and snuggle into his side. We arrive at the green room and walk in. We check that no one is in there and he closes the door locking it behind him.
“So, now we have two hours to ourselves,” he says and I smile wide and as he turns to face me. I don’t waste any time pulling my top off over my head leaving me in a black lace bra.
“Okay, so we’re not wasting any time, I gotchya,” he says with a chuckle pulling off his vest and throwing it to the floor. We undress until we are both naked. He steps toward me and my breathing hitches as I look down at his tattooed naked glorious body and try to take it all in. This will be the last time I see it for who knows how long, so I need to memorise as much as I can.
“You’re so breathtaking,” I say as I bring my hand up to his chest and trace his tattoo. He brings his hand up to meet mine and holds both our hands over his heart. I smile and step in closer so our bodies are touching in every way.
“I think you’re the one who’s breathtaking, Ella.”
I smile and lean up on my toes wrapping my arms around his neck to kiss him. Our soft and gentle time was last night, I know we’re not going to have that now. Tonight is going to be typical Danger-style, as he kisses me rough and hard. His hand moves to the back of my head and he grips onto my hair and holds on forcefully. I moan into his mouth as he pulls back making my lips pull away from his. He moves in kissing my neck as his other hand runs down my side and in between my legs. I part them for him and he presses his finger on my clit. Circling his finger and nipping on my neck, I close my eyes relishing in the feeling of Danger touching me. His hand in my hair forcing my head backward as his teeth graze my neck. It’s like a primal instinct for him, which only turns me on.
“Blow me, baby,” Danger murmurs against my neck as his hand on my head begins to force my head downward. I smile and oblige by bending down on my knees in front of him. His hand hasn’t left my head while his cock comes in line with my mouth. I take the tip and lick the edge and he sucks air in through his teeth. I know he loves it when I do that. I wet my lips and wrap my hand around the base of his cock with my hand, and start to pull on him slowly working him up, as I run my tongue over the tip. He moves my head with his hand ever so slightly, and that’s how I know he likes what I’m doing. I slowly edge the tip of his cock into my mouth and he hisses through his teeth as I take him in and swirl my tongue over the end slowly taking him into my mouth. I continue to work his shaft with my hand and bring my other hand up to play with his balls because I know he likes that too. The gentle clicking of his piercing hitting my teeth always makes me want to laugh, but I don’t because that would spoil the moment for Danger. I move my mouth on him deeper, taking him in further and he moans as his grip on my hair tightens.
“Fuck, Ella, you give good head,” he says and I inwardly smile.
I move my hand on his shaft slightly faster and bob my head at the same tempo. He groans and pushes my head with his hand gripping my hair.
“Fuck, baby.”
That’s twice he’s called me baby tonight, he’s never called me baby before. I smile as I take him deeper into my mouth and suck slightly.
He tenses and moans loudly and then stops all his movements. “Fuck,” he says and then let’s go of my head, and I look up at him as he pulls out of my mouth trying to catch his breath as his chest heaves.
“What’s wrong?” I ask sitting on my knees looking up at him.
“No, nothing. It was too good, I was going to come, but I want to be inside you every time I come tonight.”
“Get off your knees, sugar,” he says grabbing my arms and pulling me up from the floor. I stand up and he turns me to face him.
“I need to fuck you tonight, Ella. Are you okay with that?”
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br /> “Yeah, I’m fine.”
He smiles and exhales like he can finally relax. “Good, now can you bend over and grab your ankles?”
I furrow my brows and purse my lips. “I don’t know? I guess?”
“Good, grab your ankles,” he reiterates. I raise an eyebrow and turn away from him and bend over grabbing my ankles.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful like this, sugar,” he says running his hand over my back and down my arse cheek and then he slaps my arse hard.
“Ouch,” I say and he grabs my hips steadying me.
“Now stay like that. It will feel unsteady at first, and you will feel like you’re going to fall forward, but I’ll hold you, I promise. Do you trust me?” he asks and I nod.
“No, I want you to say it, Ella.”
“I trust you,” I say as I start to feel a little giddy from bending over.
“Good, now part your legs a little more for me,” he says stepping in behind me and holding onto my waist tightly.
I step out and he grabs my hips so I don’t fall. I feel super exposed like this, and I’m a little embarrassed, but I do trust Danger so I know it will be okay.
“You ready, sugar?” he asks and I start to breathe heavier knowing I’m about to receive another one of Danger’s fucks of a lifetime.
“Yes,” I say and he moves his rock hard cock to my opening and slides the tip in. I take a deep breath and he gently and slowly moves the rest of the way in stretching and filling me, which causes me to moan at the joyful pleasure. I was expecting it hard and fast and for the initial thrust to sting. But the first one was soft and gentle to let me acclimatise.
That was sweet of him.
“You ready to feel me now?” he asks and I take a deep breath and whimper out a yes.
He pulls back and thrusts into me much more forceful than the first time, much more like what I was expecting initially. The thrust jolts me forward and I think I’m going to fall, so I put my hands out onto the floor. Danger slaps my arse and I yelp at the contact.
“Hands on ankles, sweetheart,” he says and I bring my hands back to my ankles and he thrusts into me again knocking the wind from me. He starts a steady rhythm and he pulls me on and off him forcefully, and the pleasure is building increasingly. I begin to pant with the pressure building inside of me. My body begins to shake feeling like I’m on fire. I clench my eyes shut as he thrusts into me forcibly.
“Fuck, I’m so close, sugar.”
My body tenses as he pulls me onto him and hits just the right spot. I see flashes of light behind my eyes and my body trembles with the pleasure unfolding within me. I feel weak as my body flames and I breathe rapidly. He thrusts again, and it’s my undoing, my body tenses and like a drop of water landing on a hot light globe, I explode and shatter into a million pieces.
Danger groans as my pussy tightens in reaction, and it causes him to tense and thrust deeply into me and then unload with a long drawn out moan. We both pant heavily as I let go of my ankles and place my hands on the floor. Danger’s grip on me eases as he leans over my back gently kissing my shoulder. The tenderness of that moment makes me smile. He wraps his hands around my stomach and pulls out of me. I’m completely limp as he pulls my body up and carries me to the lounge suite.
“You’re amazing, sugar,” he says laying me down on the lounge and then scooting in and laying in front and cuddling me. I cuddle back into him as I continue to come down from my high.
“That was…I’ve never done anything like that,” I say and he smirks.
“I know, I’ve had all your sexual experiences, remember? I’ve wanted to do that for six months. Ever since the first moment I saw you,” he says.
I smile and bring my hand up to caress his cheek. “Do you think we’ll be okay?” I ask and he smiles and leans in kissing my nose.
“Sugar, we’re going to be great.” Then he leans in kissing me softly.
We’re cuddled on the lounge suite, just embracing each other. We don’t know when we’ll be able to hold each other again, so we’re making the most of it. He’s gently stroking my hair as I hear music playing in the distance. But I’m not listening to that, I’m in the moment and I’m right here with Danger where I need to be.
“So this is it. I won’t see you before we leave, will I?” I ask.
“No, I think we fly out before you, and there’s so much to do before we go. I think this is all we have, sugar.”
“I’m going to miss you, so much,” I say and he swallows and caresses my cheek.
“I know. I’m going to miss you too, but I’m going to call you as soon as I land in California. It’ll be a while though ‘cause obviously it takes longer to fly to America from Scotland than it takes you to get back to London.”
“Yeah, I don’t care what time it is, just ring me and I’ll answer. I want to know you’ve landed and are home safe. I can’t wait to make a trip out to see you and meet your sister.”
“One day, sugar, one day.”
“Do you really think this can work?” I ask and his smile falters slightly.
“Honestly, I don’t know, but we can try. I’ll try for you, Ella.”
I hope so. Long distance is hard for anyone, but Skype and having your own jet at your disposal can make things a little easier.
“Do you think you will be able to come and see me in a couple of months?”
“Hopefully, I’ll try my hardest, okay?”
“So, just to be clear. Are we officially a couple right now?” I ask hesitantly.
He looks into my eyes and smiles. “Yes,” is all he says, but it’s all I need to hear.
We’re together, and that’s all I need from him is his commitment to me. Knowing he will only be with me while we’re trying this long distance thing is the clarity I was hoping for.
“I really care about you.”
“I know, sugar. I really care about you, too.”
“I don’t know how I’ll be able to manage without you around,” I say as my chest starts to tighten and my eyes start to well up. The realisation hits me that these are our last moments together.
“You’ll be okay and you can contact me whenever you need to. I will get back to you as soon as I can. I promise, Ella. We’ll try to make this work.”
“Doesn’t mean I won’t miss you, though.”
“I’ll miss you too, I’ll miss these,” he says running his thumb over my lips. “And I’ll miss these.” He moves his hand to cup my breast. “I’ll miss this for sure,” he says moving his hand down and grabbing my arse cheek and pulling my body flush with his on the lounge as we lay down. “I’m going to miss all of you, Ella,” he says and then leans forward kissing me softly. I can’t help it as the tears softly roll down my cheeks. I’m leaving soon to go back to the UK without my American boyfriend, and it’s hurting like hell. He pulls back and looks at me, wiping my cheek with his thumb chasing the tears away.
“This sucks,” I say and he chuckles.
“Yeah, it does,” he replies and pulls me to him. The beat of his heart against his chest is pounding ferociously and I feel it strongly as it beats in time with mine.
“I hate goodbyes.”
“I’ve never had to do one. This is all new territory for me, and I can tell you now I don’t like it one little bit.” I move my hand to his hair and look into his eyes. There’s a spark shooting between us, the spark that’s always been there. He feels it, I feel it, we’re defined by our connection. That’s why this has to work.
“Do you have to go back to America? Could you come to the UK for a bit?” I ask and Danger exhales and closes his eyes like he’s in pain. He opens them again and his eyes are full of longing.
“I wish I could sugar, but I have commitments. Things I need to do. I want to come and stay with you, but the band has a press tour and I need to see Mouse. I haven’t seen her for six months, and I need to go home to my own bed. You know what I mean?”
“I know what you mean, no harm in asking, though,”
I say even though I’m completely deflated.
“But I will come and see you soon, I promise.” I nod and blink rapidly trying to stop the burning tears from falling. It doesn’t work. They slide down my face again and he wipes them away as they fall.
“I know this is hard. Trust me, I’m hurting too.”
“I just wish we lived closer, you know?” I say and he nods.
“Me too.”
We cuddle in silence for a while longer and just be with each other. We know our time is limited, but neither of us wants to be the one to make the move to break this up. I’m cuddling into Danger and I’m so comfortable with him in his arms that I almost forget that any minute now we’ll have to separate for God knows how long.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“Danger, Slayed are nearly finished their set thought you’d want a heads up. You have about two minutes before they get off stage, sorry to interrupt just thought you should know,” we hear Ryan call out from the other side of the door.
“Shit,” I say and detach myself from Danger and sit up.
“Thanks, Ryan,” Danger calls out.
“No worries, dude.”
Danger sits up and we both stand. I look at him and feel my traitorous tears about to fall again. We’ve spent the last half an hour just cuddling and being with each other. Just being near him was all I needed, and now our time’s up I feel completely lost. I start to get dressed and so does Danger, we’re both quiet and saying nothing. I don’t think there’s anything left to say, we’ve said everything. We’re going to try this, we want it to work. So we’re both on the same page. I pull on my top completing my outfit and turn to Danger, who’s buttoning up his jeans. He looks at me and puts out his hands in a gesture for me to go to him. So I do. I embrace him tightly, sniffing, as my tears pool at my chin. He cradles me to him and his chest is heaving seeming like he’s having trouble keeping it together himself. He rests his cheek on the top of my head and we hold each other while I gently cry into him.
