The Sirens of SaSS Anthology

by Anthology

  “Set it free,” she finished for him. “I'm sorry.”

  “It is what it is. I'm trying to move on now.”

  “That happened a long time ago, though.” His head popped up and his gaze bore into hers. “Sorry, I shouldn't have said anything.”

  She ducked her head, and he touched two fingers under her chin to get her attention back.

  The warmth of his skin did funny things to her, heating her in a way she'd never felt from a simple touch.

  “It's all right, that's the truth. Not many people have called me on it, though.”

  “Again, I'm sorry.”

  “You said you could relate to my song?”

  “I guess if you're spilling the truth, I owe it to you as well.”

  Devon smiled genuinely. “That'd be nice.”

  “Here goes. My boyfriend proposed to me a couple years ago, but after a short time, he took off. He said he had cold feet and needed time to think.”

  “What happened after that?” He prompted her when she went silent.

  “I never heard from him again.” Her voice was barely a whisper but seemed unusually loud in the quiet room.

  Devon reached out and took her hands in his. “Jesus! I'm sorry that happened to you.”

  “Yeah, me too. I loved him. Still do in some sick twisted way.”

  “Trust me, I understand.”

  They sat there for a few moments immersed in their own thoughts, and then Devon shook his head. “Okay, enough of that.” She looked up at him, and he smiled. “Dance for me.”

  She couldn't say no, not to the sexy man in front of her. Aria pulled her hands from his, and without a word, she stood. She could totally do that for him.

  When she felt these feelings that they'd just dredged up, she needed release, and dance was always that release. Or sex, but that wasn't happening any time soon, although she'd love to crawl over his body.

  Before she could decide which song to play, he sidled up next to her. “Play my song again, I want to see you move to my words.”

  Her knees went weak at hearing the deep emotion in his voice.

  She nodded, cued up the music, and hit play. The first note started, and it hit her hard, like she was hearing it for the first time again. It was quite different from anything else she normally danced to. It was grittier, and had more soul with a rock ‘n’ roll edge.

  Devon stood off to the side and leaned against a support column. He was far enough away from her that she could get lost in her performance without distraction. As she always did with an audience, she closed her eyes and mouthed to herself, “I can do this.”

  The music began and she danced her heart out. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she continued. She was no longer dancing just for the loss of Aaron in her life, but for Devon's loss of Cindy, too. The extra emotion was almost too much, so when Devon joined in and softly sang the chorus, she slowed her movements to a stop and locked eyes with him.

  He was gorgeous, broken, and there with her in the moment.

  With the song still playing, they walked toward each other, stopping when they were a breath apart. His eyes searched hers, and before she could think better of it, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss.

  There was a connection there that could not be denied.

  The kiss was desperate and needy. Their mouths moved rough and sloppy while their choppy breath mingled. It wasn't sensual, or sexy, but there was something calling to her, and she was certain he could answer it.

  After a long moment, she finally pulled away.

  “Shit, I'm sor—”

  “No, don't be.” Aria led him over to the mat again, where she sat, pulling him down with her, and then she leaned into his personal space. “Kiss me again.” Her lips feathered over his.

  This kiss was softer, more sensual, and just about as perfect as it could get. It seemed that dancing for a man was a turn-on for her, or maybe it was this particular man.

  They kissed long enough that her lips were swollen, her nipples hard, and excitement swirled around in her belly, causing a steady pulse between her legs.

  Unable to deal with the ache any longer, she crawled up over his legs and straddled him.

  Devon's breath caught. Pulling away, he pressed his forehead against hers. “We should stop.”

  “I don't want to.” Her voice was steady, but with a hint of need, and it startled her. “I want you, Devon.”

  He groaned and pulled back, looking into her eyes. “If you're sure, do you want to go back to my place?”

  “I can't wait that long.” She reached for the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up over his head. “I need you now.”

  They were both panting, and he was as needy as she was, judging by the erection straining between them.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Devon held his breath and didn't move. Taking it slow was the plan, wasn't it?

  Aria was in his lap in her little boy shorts, and of course she could feel his cock straining against his jeans because, Jesus, he was rock hard.

  She'd removed his shirt and her eyes were hooded as her fingers traveled over his heated skin.

  “Aria?”

  She paused.

  “This can't happen.” He rose, grabbing his shirt while helping her off his lap. “I need to go.” He took large steps to distance himself from her while adjusting his bulge. Once in the doorway, he put his shirt back on, and then he felt her hands trail over his shoulders.

  “Can I ask why?” Her voice was strong, yet vulnerable at the same time.

  “Why, what?”

  “Why you're running? You want me, like I want you.”

  Devon dropped his chin to his chest, keeping his back to her. “You're not a groupie, Aria. You deserve so much more than a quick fuck on a mat in your dance studio, and that's all I can handle right about now.”

  Her hands began to knead the meat of his shoulders, and his traitorous body relaxed under her touch.

  “How do you know that's not what I want?” Her tone was dangerously low and sexy.

  He drew in a deep shaky breath. “It's not what I want.”

  Aria's hands withdrew.

  He turned to witness the hurt in her expression. Reaching out, he cupped her cheek. “I do want you, Aria. Just not this way, I wanted to take it slow with you. Do things right.”

  “Have I pushed you away, or said no?”

  “No.” He dropped his hand from her face.

  “Know this, I want you Devon, right here and right now.” She pressed her body against his, and moaned. “I'm not a groupie, and trust me, I don't give a fuck if you're the Devon Mann of Sinful Souls. I'm attracted to you, and I want to get to know you better, and see where things go. There's something here between us. You know that as well as I do.” She quieted for a moment. “Please?” The heat in her eyes was still there.

  His resolve faltered. “You’re sure me being Devon Mann has nothing to do with it?”

  Her face morphed into a toothy smile. “Well, now that I'm aware you sing one of the songs on my playlist, that might have just a little bit of influence.” She held her thumb and forefinger a smidge apart.

  Devon chuckled.

  Aria pushed him against the wall, and went up on her toes to kiss him. Hard.

  He wasn't going to argue with her any longer; she spoke her mind, was clear about what she wanted, didn't appear to be emotionally crazy, and he couldn't deny he wanted the same things she did. There was a connection.

  He slowed the kiss and began running his hands over her firmness, learning the shape and curves of her body. Her hands joined in as she now explored him. Slowly, and piece by piece, clothing was removed until they stood there pressed against each other, completely bare.

  Devon put his T-shirt on the mat and laid her down on top of it. Lying next to her, he was fascinated with her smaller-than-average chest heaving as her dusty pink areolas rose and lowered with each breath she took.

  “They're not much.” Aria
glanced down at her breasts.

  He lowered his head and took her nipple between his lips, pulling away with a pop. “They're the perfect mouthful.” He sucked most of her breast into his mouth as he flicked her nipple.

  She moaned and laced her fingers through his hair, holding him to her chest.

  While paying both her nipples a fair amount of attention, Devon moved his hand down between her legs, passing over the neatly trimmed patch of red hair. They both moaned as he slipped his finger through her wet silky folds and found her swollen clit.

  The sound she made almost had him coming; it was so incredibly sexy.

  Aria wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock, and she stroked in tune with his movements.

  God, had that ever felt so good before? He slipped a finger inside her and pumped in and out, excruciatingly slow. He couldn't wait to be inside of her. “Shit.” He stopped mid-stroke, realizing he didn't have protection. He'd gone through his wallet earlier in the day, pulling things out looking for a business card, and for whatever reason, he didn't replace the condom.

  “What's wrong?” Aria stopped stroking as well.

  “I don't have any condoms with me.”

  Her mouth lifted at one corner, looking all kinds of sexy. “I have some.”

  He raised his eyebrows. “You do?”

  “I do. Let me go get them.” He pulled away, and she rose to walk across the room by the phone dock, where she retrieved her purse.

  She turned to him holding a small box and waved it in the air while heading his way.

  “Stop.”

  She froze like a statue at his command.

  “Toss the box here, and while you're over there, play my song again.”

  She smiled, threw the condoms, and powered up her phone. The music started, and she turned around.

  “Dance for me.” Would she have reservations?

  She didn't hesitate. After a dark heated look, she pulled her hair from its holder, shaking it out of its ponytail, and went right into a dance sequence. She twisted, turned, bent, and jumped with her hair flowing wildly, and her bare body exposed in different positions for his eyes only.

  He had to palm his cock to take the edge off. “Come here. That was fucking hot.”

  Aria knelt on the mat with him, and knocked his hand out of the way so she could stroke him.

  “You do this for all your dates?”

  “This is a date?” She smiled affectionately.

  He nodded. “It would make me feel better if we called it that.”

  “Okay, then you'll need to take me out after this.”

  “Deal.” He lifted his hand and they shook on it.

  “And no, I don't.”

  “Don't what?”

  “Do this with all my dates.” She waved her hand in the air. “I've never done anything like this here.”

  “Ever dance naked before?”

  “Yes, I have.”

  Devon frowned.

  Aria laughed. “Only by myself at home. There's something freeing about it. If it makes you happy, I've never danced naked for anyone else before.”

  “Very.” He cupped her nape and pulled her in for a deep kiss. “Sweetheart, I need you. Please tell me you need me too. Right now. I need to hear it.”

  Aria hissed against his mouth. “Yesss. I need you, too.”

  He leaned back and lay down, crooking a finger at her.

  She crawled on all fours seductively until she was straddling him.

  Her sexual scent teased his senses, and Devon was certain he'd never been as turned on, or felt his cock as hard as it was at that moment. “Fucking hell. So fucking gorgeous.” He grabbed her wild mane of red hair and lured her to him. “I need to be inside you now.”

  Aria nodded.

  “Condom?”

  She grabbed the box off the mat and handed it to him.

  In the blink of an eye he was sheathed and ready to go.

  Aria positioned herself over him, and lowered her wetness down his shaft as he held his cock still for her. Deeply seated, her eyes closed, she started to move. Low sensual groans filled the silence.

  “So…good.” She murmured the words in a sexy voice, picking up her tempo, and throwing her head back. Her vibrant red hair went everywhere.

  Devon reached up and ran his hand up and down her long, elegant neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. “So, so good.”

  Her hips swiveled and then Aria would slide back and forth, stimulating herself before rotating her hips again.

  Devon wouldn't last long with her on top, but God help him, he couldn't stop her if he wanted to, and he didn't. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever experienced in his life; her beauty, scent, sounds, skin, athleticism, flexibility, and that gorgeous red hair. “Fuck.” His hands went to her hips and he dug his fingertips in deep.

  Her eyes popped open and caught his stare, and then she smiled, and looked away. She focused on something straight ahead that caused her eyes to hood again.

  Pulling himself out of his sexual fog, he followed her gaze, and oh, fucking hell. “You watching us, baby?”

  Not taking her eyes off their reflection in the mirror she nodded, and then licked her lips with a twirl of her hips.

  “Sweetheart, you're gonna kill me, I need you to go faster, or let me on top.”

  Aria shook her head and grinned, teasing him with a few more twists, and then without warning, she began riding him up and down, fucking him in earnest.

  “Yes, fuck, yes. Like that.” Devon gasped the words and planted his feet on the mat beneath him as his hips took over, and he bucked wildly under Aria.

  Despite her breasts being on the smallish side, her perky nipples bounced up and down.

  That was it. The telltale feeling of his orgasm hit so hard and fast it took his breath away. His body shook uncontrollably as a long, deep guttural sound ripped from his chest. Words escaped him, thoughts escaped him, he was nothing more than explosive heat and electricity. His orgasm felt so fucking good, he thought he'd pass out, and might've for a second.

  Devon had finished before Aria, and for a moment he felt bad about it, but she continued to move and then groaned, letting out a sexy sound as she reached her release.

  Epilogue...three months later.

  The performance was coming to an end, and Devon owned the entire fucking place. It had been one hell of a night. Lights beating down, sweat dripping down his back, and crazed fans screaming up at the stage. His body vibrated with the euphoria that usually came with a large sellout show. But now, with the final song ahead of him, the butterflies started up in his gut, and he rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced around.

  Aria had promised him she'd try to make it there for the end. The concert venue was nearly two hours away from where she was performing that night. Devon was singing the song, the one that once ripped his guts out, the very one Aria danced naked to during their first time together.

  The lyrics didn't affect him as much as they used to, now that Aria was in his life, but it was the first time in a long time that it was on the set list. At his request.

  His heart pounded against his ribs as the time came—she hadn't shown. The crowd became a blur before his eyes, and his bandmates could probably sense his hesitation.

  Her support to make it through would seal the deal. Plus, she needed to be there for the after party. Aria had met all the guys individually already, but he longed for them to be together as a group, like a family. The two of them had come so far in the short few months they were dating. They knew so much about one another, and were inseparable.

  The flashing lights and the roar of the crowd brought him back to the present; shaking his head, he connected again with the audience. “That was a hell of a ride! Gotta tell you, you guys fucking rock!” The crowd went wild as Devon yelled into his mic. It gave him a small boost of confidence, but he still needed her. “You've been great tonight, and we've enjoyed our time with you. We're gonna try like hell to make it back through here on our
next tour, because you guys are fucking awesome!” He paused on a shaky breath, allowing the crowd to react to his words, and react they did—yelling, fist pumping, and the pit was going crazy. The pause allowed him to get his shit together.

  “Let's slow it down a bit for the final song before we say goodnight.” He sat on the wooden stool a stagehand brought out to him. On cue, the lights dimmed and the place quieted, except for the occasional fan yelling out or whooping. He swiped his forearm over his head to wipe away some of the sweat burning his eyes.

  Devon glanced at the side stage one last time before he began, and there she was, still in her recital outfit. His heart rate slowed and all the noise around him disappeared as his world steadied.

  She wore a pink leotard, pink tights, and a flowing pink chiffon shirt around her waist. Her red hair was up in a tight neat bun. When his gaze met hers, her face lit up in a smile.

  Breaking routine, he stood and took center stage facing Aria, and everyone and everything around him faded away. “Dance for me.” He said it into the mic, but quietly, meant only for her, though everyone heard it.

  “Psst, what's going on?” Barry the drummer asked.

  “Just go with it.” Troy shrugged.

  Devon turned and looked at his bandmates with an apologetic smile. “Hey guys, if I could get you to keep center stage clear? That'd be cool. I've got a special performance I want to share with you tonight.”

  The guys looked a bit thrown off, with their mouths popping open and eyebrows rising. Troy on guitar, and Breck on bass moved downstage where they'd perform on either side of Devon.

  Aria stared back from wide eyes.

  “Come on, baby, it's just me and you.” And then he mouthed to her, “You've got this.”

  She smiled, and her shoulders relaxed. Pointing at her sneakers, she raised her brows in question.

  He subtly shook his head and pointed his booted toe at her.

  A smile lit her face, and she laughed. Pulling her bag from her shoulders, she dug around inside.

  It was quiet, as quiet as a large sold-out venue could be, and everyone was waiting. They could wait. He needed her.

  Aria laced up her toe shoes and gave a nod when she was ready.