Big Girl Backstage Pass (Rock Star BBW Erotic Romance)

by Rose, Aubrey

  Remember this, Shannon, she thought to herself. Remember this for later.

  “I wish I had my camera,” Shannon whispered.

  “You’re a photographer?” Julian asked.

  “A hopeful photographer. I finish college this year.”

  “College, huh?”

  Shannon flushed. Oh god, he was going to think she was just a stupid college kid.

  “Yeah,” she said. “I’ve been doing some outside work too, you know, for weddings and things...” She trailed off lamely.

  “I’d love to see some of your work,” Julian said. Shannon brightened. He was so kind. “Sometimes I wish I had finished school. I had to drop out for the band, you know, because we were touring.”

  Shannon nodded, although she didn’t really know. Wilder Side had been a famous band for years, and they must all be millionaires ten times over by now. She couldn’t imagine leaving the fame and fortune behind. For what? Assignments and projects? He had definitely gotten the better end of the deal.

  Julian had moved back to the expansive kitchen and was opening a bottle of wine.

  “Red is good, I hope?” he asked.

  “Oh, I don’t know,” Shannon said, a teasing note in her voice. She felt playful, draping herself over the couch leisurely. “What’s the vintage?”

  “This lovely Pinot Noir is from the award-winning 1998 vintage in Mont Chablix,” Julian said. He brought the bottle over to her and displayed it in his hands. “From the cellar of winemaster Jacques Pierrot Yvesmartin de Chasle Sudmarron. The Third.” He exaggerated the nasal sounds in the made-up name, and Shannon giggled.

  “The pedigree is acceptable,” Shannon said. “But what of the wine itself?”

  He uncorked the bottle and waved the cork in front of her nose.

  “For your olfactory approval, Mademoiselle.”

  “Ah, hints of gooseberries and apple blossoms,” Shannon said. “With an undercarriage of worn leather.”

  “Indeed. A most excellent choice for Mademoiselle if she would care to try it.”

  “Perhaps just a taste,” Shannon said.

  Julian grabbed the two wine glasses and plopped unceremoniously next to her on the couch.

  “If it’s red, it’s good for me,” Julian said, filling both their glasses.

  “Ooh, enough!” Shannon said, motioning for him to stop pouring. “I can’t drink too much.” She had been trying to cut out empty calories, and wine was definitely an indulgence.

  “But of course, mademoiselle,” Julian said. He put down the bottle and clinked his glass against hers.

  “What are we toasting?”

  “Hm, that’s a tough one.” Julian’s hand rested idly on her shoulder, and he played with a strand of her hair. “How about we toast to the most beautiful, funny redhead I’ve ever met?”

  “No!” Shannon arched one eyebrow. “I’m not toasting to that.”

  “Alright, then.” Julian reached his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him on the couch. “Then how about we just toast to beauty?”

  In his expression, she could see that he was telling her the truth, but she did not know how he could possibly think she was beautiful. Her throat ran dry and she swallowed.

  “Yes,” she said. “To beauty.”

  They clinked their glasses and took a sip.

  “Maaaaahhhhvelous,” Julian said, licking his lips as he looked at her. “So now, tell me more about yourself.”

  Shannon felt a rush of anxiety sweep over her. She was nobody, certainly not a girl who could compare to a famous rock star. What could she tell him that was interesting?

  “I’m just finishing up at the state school,” she said. “Um, like I said. And I work part-time at an art studio.”

  “So you’re a model?” Julian asked.

  “No! I just, you know, clean up and take care of the paperwork, sign people up for classes, take care of the darkroom and other photography stuff.”

  “Is that what you’re majoring in? Photography?”

  Shannon nodded. “My parents were furious when I told them I wanted to do art for a living. But I’ve taken a lot of business classes too, so it’s not that bad.”

  God, it sounded so lame when she said it like that. But Julian listened attentively.

  “I could tell it was something like that,” he said.

  “Like what?” She gulped her wine, which for all their exaggeration was actually quite delicious. It was smoother than any wine Shannon had ever tasted, the flavors as intoxicating as the alcohol.

  “The way you look at the world,” Julian said. “When your eyes move over something, it’s like you’re actually seeing it. Most people just walk around like they’re living in a haze. But you pay attention to things.”

  Shannon chuckled. “I guess. Not much of a life skill.”

  “It’s the same way I listen to music,” Julian said. “Like every little piece of it is so intense.”

  “That must be nice,” Shannon murmured.

  Julian’s face lit up. “Wait here.”

  “What am I waiting for?” Shannon asked, but he was already gone out of the room. Shannon sat patiently, sipping her wine. She was startled when music started to play overhead and the room lights dimmed. Julian came back, pointing to the ceiling.

  “It’s not the best sound system,” he said. “But I want you to hear this.”

  “What is it?”

  “Something I wrote,” Julian said. “Just listen.”

  Shannon put her glass of wine on the side table and settled into the couch. Julian came to join her, and she was surprised to feel his arms lift her body up and over so that she was cradled against his chest. She leaned her head against his body, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt. It felt as intimate as though they were long-time lovers cuddling at the end of a normal workday.

  At first the song started out with a simple guitar riff. Shannon listened to the strings being plucked, and whether it was the wine or the music or just the fact that she was lying in Julian Bremmer’s arms, she felt as though it was her body being plucked along with the guitar. Her entire being shivered as each new note rang out, each nerve vibrating differently.

  Another guitar part came in at a different rhythm. Julian slid his hands around her, clasping them around her waist. She sucked in her stomach automatically.

  “Relax,” he whispered into her ear.

  Shannon let out a breath. The two guitars were intertwined now, the different melodic structures playing off of each other. Sometimes the parts would combine in harmony, and sometimes they would draw apart, dancing off into their own parts of the musical scale, seemingly ignorant of each other.

  Shannon closed her eyes. Each guitar seemed to be weaving its own thread through the air, and when she let herself drift into the music she could see them visually. It was as if the notes were painting the backs of her eyelids, waving ribbons of color around in different patterns. It was beautiful, whatever it was.

  She had never listened to music in this way before, trying to tease out the different parts. Songs had always just been something that she sang along to on the radio or in the shower. Here, though, there were only two strands to follow, and it was much easier for her to see how they worked together to form a cohesive whole.

  Julian’s hands came up to her breasts and Shannon tilted her head back against his shoulder. Her heart was beating faster as he cupped her through her dress. His thumb slid over her full bosom, brushing against her nipple. She moaned.

  “Pay attention,” Julian said, his voice teasing. “This is the best part.”

  “You should stop distracting me if you want me to pay attention,” Shannon said. She opened her eyes slightly and saw that Julian had his eyes closed as well. She felt a pang of anxiety in her at the sight. Was she not pretty enough? But then Julian hugged her close and nuzzled against her ear, and she forgot her nervousness. She closed her eyes again.

  The guitars were rising now, their dance growing fr
antic. The melodies crashed together and then pulled apart again, drawing out the tension. The song grew louder and louder, and Shannon saw in her mind the strips of color tearing across a blank canvas, fighting for dominance as they grew louder, faster—

  Then there was silence. Julian’s hands were still caressing her breasts, but the music had stopped.

  “What happened?” Shannon asked. She twisted in Julian’s arms.

  “That’s all I’ve got so far,” Julian said.

  “What do you mean, that’s all you’ve got? It stopped right in the middle!”

  “I can’t figure out the transition to the next part,” Julian said, laughing at her fierce tone.

  “So you know what comes next?”

  “I’ve got an idea.”

  “Well, then, play it for me!” Shannon turned on the couch and sat up.

  “I can’t,” Julian said. “Not yet. Not until I have it all figured out.”

  Shannon crossed her arms.

  “You,” she said, narrowing her eyes, “are a goddamn tease.”

  Julian burst out laughing.

  “I don’t think anyone has ever accused me of that before,” he said.

  “Well, it’s true.”

  “Oh, is it?” Julian put his arm around Shannon’s shoulder, but she shrugged it off.

  “Tease.”

  “Come on, beautiful,” Julian said. “I’ll write the end soon and let you listen to it. Nobody else has even heard the first part yet.”

  Shannon’s heart jumped at his words. Both at the idea that she was beautiful, and at the idea that he would share something so private with her. Something that he hadn’t shared with anyone else.

  “I want to hear the end of that song.”

  “You will.” Julian grabbed her hands and pulled her up off of the couch. She came reluctantly.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Well,” Julian said, his arm around her, “I thought I should dispel all those terrible rumors.”

  “Rumors?” They were at a door, and Julian spun her around, pressing her up against the oak. He kissed her hard, and the ache of desire that ran through her made her instantly wet again. His hands ran down over her body, crumpling the shimmering fabric between his fingers. He lifted the hem of her dress slightly, running his hands along her buttocks. She squirmed.

  “There’s this terrible rumor going around,” he said, whispering in her ear. “That I’m a tease.”

  Shannon blushed, but before she could say anything he had opened the door and they were stumbling into the bedroom. Julian lifted her onto the bed as though she were weightless, and she gasped at his strength. Then he was on top of her, kissing her, his legs pressing insistently between her thighs. Her dress was hiked up to her hips, and she felt herself burning with longing.

  The bed was huge; she was like a miniature person lying atop the fluffy comforter. It was the most comfortable bed she had ever been on, and she writhed underneath Julian, letting her body sink into the padding. Then Julian pulled back and sat up.

  “Look at you,” he said. He gestured to the side of the room. The closet door was a giant sliding mirror, and in the dim lights Shannon could see herself lying down, Julian between her legs. She flushed. He was so handsome, and as he unbuttoned his shirt her lips parted slightly. Unconsciously her tongue flicked out and licked her lips.

  He ripped off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. The man was built like a Greek statue, all muscle and no fat. Every part of him was toned and tan, the perfect model of a man. A rock star.

  “Don’t look at me,” Julian said, watching her eyes in the mirror. “Look at you.”

  Shannon didn’t want to. She tore her eyes away from Julian and prepared herself to look at her own reflection. When she did, she knitted her brows in a frown. Her thighs were humongous, and her stomach seemed to push out against the fabric of her dress in a stupidly unflattering way. Everything about her seemed wrong.

  “It’s all wrong,” she whispered to herself.

  Julian noticed her expression.

  “Agreed,” he said. “All wrong.”

  Shannon felt a lump rise into her throat. For the first time since she had arrived in the apartment, she felt confronted with her own appearance. She hated it.

  “You have entirely too many clothes on,” he said. “It’s horrible.”

  Shannon smiled wanly and turned her eyes back to Julian. She wanted all of the lights to be off, she wanted the mirror gone. He reached down and unzipped her dress, pulling it up over her hips. She tilted herself back, letting him take off the slinky dress. His hand slid around her back and unhooked her bra expertly.

  “We really need to fix this,” he said. “What is all this fabric doing? It’s in the way.”

  He threw the bra down next to where his shirt had landed. Shannon expected him to take off his own pants, to get it done quickly, but he just sat back after taking off her bra, staring down at her body.

  She felt totally vulnerable. Even in the dim lights, she could see everything, every part of her that was wrong or bulging. Her arms came up awkwardly against her sides. She couldn’t hide it. She felt invaded by his eyes.

  “My god, you are gorgeous.”

  Shannon couldn’t help but laugh once, hard.

  “I think you need glasses,” she said. There was no hiding the bitter note that crept into her voice.

  “No.” Julian shook his head decisively. “I could just look at you forever.”

  Shannon twisted uncomfortably on the bed.

  “I’m sorry,” Julian said. “I’m sorry. But you have to see what I see.” His hands stroked her legs, her thighs. She thanked heaven that she had shaved earlier.

  He bent forward and kissed her on the forehead. Her body relaxed slightly as she felt the warmth of his chest against hers. He caressed her cheek, gazing deeply into her eyes, then tilted her head towards the mirror.

  “Look,” he said. She could just make out the sliver of space between their bodies as she watched in the mirror.

  “What do you see?” Her whisper was almost inaudible.

  “The most beautiful woman in the world.” He kissed her neck, his tongue sliding slowly across her skin. She felt her body stir with desire.

  “Keep looking,” he said. “Don’t stop.” She obeyed.

  He bent over her and kissed the spot between her breasts. She watched the mirror as he moved his mouth over her skin, his tongue circling her areola. His lips sucked hard at her nipple and she moaned. When he retreated, she could see the nipple perking up erect.

  “These are perfect,” he said. His large, strong hands cupped them and she watched as he pinched the erect nipple, rolling in between his fingers. She whimpered in agony. God, she was wet.

  He licked them, kissed them, and as she watched in the mirror she felt the ache between her legs grow. It was almost as though she was watching porn, only no porn star was as handsome as Julian. Most guys skipped the foreplay when they took her home, and so this was a refreshing change, even if she did have to watch herself alongside him. It wasn’t so bad, really. Especially now, when he wasn’t looking directly at her.

  Then he moved down farther, and before she could protest his face was buried in between her thighs. Colorful flashes obscured her vision and her back arched against the soft bed.

  Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god oh god.

  Never. Never anything like this. No guy had ever done this to her, not the first time, not without her having to beg and plead and reciprocate a dozen times over. This was... incredible.

  His mouth sealed itself around her, his tongue moving slowly across the small hard nub that was sending electrical shocks of pleasure through every nerve ending she had. She writhed under his touch.

  “Julian,” she said. The words scratched at the air and her heart raced. Was this really happening?

  It was – he was licking now, letting his tongue drag over her most sensitive regions, over and over again. The pressure eased and then bore do
wn, and she felt as though she would explode with the ache of her desire. At every change in his tongue’s direction her inner self twisted in pleasure, and no matter how she tried to suppress her body’s wriggling she found that she could not.

  “Such a perfect pussy,” Julian said. Shannon giggled. Then he breathed on her, right there, and she shivered at his breath which was warm against the cool air of the room.

  “Everything about you is perfect,” Julian said. He raised his head slightly and kissed her –oh god—on the stomach, and then he was bent down again and sucking hard and she cried out loud in blissful agony.

  Shannon had kept her arms at her sides, but as she let herself give into her urges her fingers scrabbled at the blankets, twining themselves into the fabric. She longed to run her hands through his dark hair, but no, that would be too much. She couldn’t.

  Julian’s hands were under her, lifting her ass and kneading the flesh in a slow massage. His tongue moved in circles around and around her clit, teasing her. He would push forward, then back away just as she felt that she was on the precipice. Her heart beat loudly in her ears and her breath caught in her throat on every other inhale as he moved his lips over her. He pulled away for a moment, and her heart skipped a beat in her chest.

  “Julian,” she moaned.

  “Mmmmm,” he hummed, his lips slightly touching her most private area and vibrating them with the shivers of his lips. It was indescribably delicious, but the touch was so light that she felt she would die if he stopped right then.

  “Please,” she gasped. “Oh god, please.”

  Julian reached over and took one of her hands from the bedspread, entwining his fingers around hers. He brought her hand to his head and she let her fingers slide through his perfect hair.

  “Show me what you want,” Julian said.

  Then he bore down fully, his mouth sucking hard at her clit so that she cried out. Unconsciously, her other hand came up to his head as well and she gripped his hair tightly, her body twisting of its own accord under the incredible pressure.

  “Oh god!” she cried out. She felt as though she would accidentally kick him, her muscles were twitching with such force. He did not stop licking her, his tongue now flicking her clit in a fluttering motion.