by Michelle Lee
“Hmmmm,” he moans.
I smile at his response because it mirrors how I am feeling as well—happy, content, peaceful, and above all, lucky. Oh, and horny. Even though I’m sore and beyond tired from last night, it doesn’t negate the fact that I want and need him now. The tightening and tingling in between my thighs is proof of that.
His arm reaches out and snakes tightly around my waist, pulling me closer into him. I sigh as I mold my body to his. It’s as if I was made just for him and him for me. We fit together like pieces of a puzzle. I work my way into his nook and settle in, feeling his warmth blanket me. Dash’s lips find my temple, and he gently kisses me.
“Hmmmmm.” Now it’s my turn to moan.
“You really are here, aren’t you? It wasn’t some wonderful dream, was it?” he questions.
“Nope, you’re dreaming,” I tease, suppressing a giggle.
“Well, don’t fucking wake me up; this dream is just too damn good and too damn real. I don’t want it to fucking end,” he says, nuzzling closer to me, his lips grazing my ear.
A puff of air escapes his lips and causes me to break out in a million goose bumps. My toes curl, and a deeper ache throbs between my thighs. I squeeze my legs together, feeling wetness as I do, trying to get some relief; of course my efforts are futile.
“You don’t want me to pinch you then?” I squirm a little more, trying desperately to stay in the conversation. However, my body is in search of a way to dull the ache that won’t be ignored.
“Pinching me isn’t exactly what I had in mind. You okay there, Sunshine?” he replies as his hand reaches down under the sheets and cups my sex.
“Daaasshhh.” His name is a prayer on my lips. His finger starts to slowly stroke me, my legs clamping around his hand, wanting more… needing so much more.
In a nanosecond, Dash has me pinned down underneath him, eyes blazing. The throb between my legs cries out for his fingers… for anything. Then I feel his hard length rubbing against me, and I can’t help but writhe under him, trying to get any relief by pushing against him, willing his dick into me.
“Tell me what you need? What do you need, Jules?” He pushes the head of his cock just within my entrance. He looks deep into my eyes with his lopsided grin toying with me.
“I need…” I begin, but he pushes in a little further and my mind goes blank. Just when I think he’s not going to tease me and give me what I so desperately crave, Dash pulls out, the tip resting against my core. I wiggle, wrap my legs tight around him trying to pull him into me, but Dash holds firm, not giving me anything I so need.
I stare deep into his eyes, and there is so much desire, want, lust and mischievousness in them that I want to play with him just as much, even though my body wants me to give in and beg him to fuck me already.
Dash’s warm, sweet mouth crashes into mine, devouring me. His tongue sweeps against my bottom lip, urging me to welcome it with my own. I oblige and part my lips, my tongue instantly seeking out his. Our tongues tangle and play as our kiss deepens. Dash’s hand reaches down and pulls my leg up by the knee and positions it over his shoulder. He pushes into me, filling me completely, and I gasp.
“Oh, God, Dash,” I moan like some porn star.
“Tell me I’m not dreaming, tell me you’re still really here. Tell me that you won’t ever doubt me or us again. Tell me,” he solicits as he continues to thrust in and out of me.
I reach my arm up and snake my hand around his neck, pulling his face closer to mine. Staring intently into his deep blue eyes, trying to contain myself, I tell him the truth. “You’re not dreaming. I’m here, I’m really here, and I always will be. And I won’t. I promise.”
Dash stills inside me, rests his forehead against mine, and takes a deep breath. The air rushes out of his mouth, swirls around me, and I immediately feel dizzy. He opens his eyes, and there is so much emotion in them that it excites and scares me at the same time. I know he loves me. I know it for certain. If his body wasn’t telling me, his eyes definitely are. I begin to relax under his gaze and just let myself be in the moment. Dash pulls away, kisses my nose, and then his lips hover over mine, teasing me. I lean up to him, but he pulls back, his lips sporting that panty-dropping smirk. I go to reach up to him again, to pull him to me, however he has other plans and grabs my wrists and pins my arms over my head.
“Nuh uh, you’re mine right now. Mine,” Dash practically growls.
He is still motionless inside of me, and my body, mind, and soul all at once begin protesting from the loss of friction. I try to wiggle underneath his strength, attempting to move him inside me, but it’s completely and utterly useless. I have lost all control; Dash is calling the shots right now. Holding my wrists above my head with one hand, he snakes the other up my body, leaving a trail of red-hot heat in its wake. His hand grips my hip, and he thrusts deeper inside me. My entire body jolts in reaction. Dash continues to push further and further inside me, using a torturous, slow, pulsating rhythm. My body instantly reacts, breaking out in a heated sweat, and all my extremities are vibrating beyond my control. Dash leans into me and his teeth take in my bottom lip, pulling and then eventually sucking it into his mouth. My back instinctively arches and my eyes slam shut.
Dash’s lips trail down my neck, nipping and teasing as he continues to thrust inside me to send me to the edge of orgasmic oblivion. He licks his way back up my neck and kisses me deep and hard. Chills race down my spine and I feel my core coil up, ready to spring forward. The intensity of the feelings swirling around inside of me is incomprehensible. I can’t find the words to describe it exactly. The position of my leg over his shoulder, the pinning of my wrists over my head, and the gripping and steadying of my hip has me feeling something I’ve never felt before. Not only is Dash a rock god, but he is mine—only mine. Possessive.
Dash buries his face in my neck, his hot, panting breath heating me up even more.”Fuck, Jules,” he groans into my flesh.
“Dash, so close, so fucking…” I scream as Dash pushes me over the edge, and I am falling deep into my orgasmic abyss. My body shudders and shakes uncontrollably while Dash drives into me a few more times before I feel his body give in to his own orgasm and his muscles constrict as he releases inside of me. We are both panting and trying desperately to regulate our breathing.
“Dash… that was…” I try to speak, my voice hindered by my panting breaths.
“I know.”
Dash releases my wrists and rubs them gently and soothingly. He pulls out of me, and my body and soul are once again protesting the loss of him filling me. He rolls over and pulls me to his chest, smoothing my hair away from my back so he can trace intricate circles on it. I have learned that Dash loves to and needs to do this for some reason. I think it just completes the circle; he starts out sweetly touching me and he just has to end things that way as well.
We are breathing normally, and the only other sound is his beating heart in my ear as my head rises and falls with each breath he takes. I never want to leave this spot; it is home, it is all I need and want right now and always. Always is a long time, and things can always change. I’m not naïve enough to think that what we have will last forever even though that’s how I want things to be. I can hope it will. I can live in the moment and give him everything I have, knowing that in the end I will never love someone as much as I love him. I’ve come to the realization being in his arms—feeling safe, loved, cherished—that this is where I always want to be, and I will fight for it with everything I have… until my last breath.
“Hey, everything okay?” Dash asks, bringing me out of my inner dialogue.
“Just perfect,” I answer, lifting my head up to gaze into his eyes.
He hesitates a moment, a look of uncertainty in his eyes before he adds, “Yep, perfect.” As soon as the words are out, his face changes and the mood in the room seems to darken. Nervousness starts to bubble inside me. I attempt to put all irrational thought out of my head, along with Blake’s warning and t
hose damn pictures.
“I hate to do this, Sunshine. You don’t know how much it’s killing me, but I do have to get up and start to get ready. We, um, have rehearsals and some other shit to take care of before the show tonight,” Dash informs me.
My mind eases. I totally forgot that I was here with him while he is on tour. I didn’t think about anything else except seeing him when I arrived in Italy. As much as I want to stay here with him, I totally understand that he has a job to do.
“I almost forgot you were on tour. If you need to go, I completely understand, Dash. Please, don’t worry about me,” I tell him, trying to casually shrug it off.
“Jules,” he begins, pulling up my chin with his fingers, “I want you there with me every second of the time you are here with me. I am dragging you with me to rehearsal, no matter how much you protest, you got that? Now, we have a shower to take in order to get to the stadium on time,” he says, smacking my ass.
“Really?” I had hoped he would want me to come and stay with him, but I wasn’t completely sure.
“Yes, really. You didn’t think I was going to leave you all alone, did you? Because if you did, I might have to punish you…”
I squeal and feel beyond happy. Before I can roll off of him, in a ninja-like move Dash swings me off the bed and puts me over his shoulder and carries me off to the shower. I have a perfect view of his glorious, naked ass. Tempting… too tempting.
“Owww, did you just bite me?” he questions, stunned.
I can’t answer with anything but a giggle.
“Oh, you just wait till I get you in the shower, Sunshine, you just wait,” he playfully threatens, smacking my ass again. Oh, I have a strong feeling we won’t be getting to the stadium on time.
WE END UP only being about thirty minutes late to the stadium. Of course when we get there Lance, Vic, Roland, and Val are waiting. All of them, with the exception of Roland who is busy on the phone, and Vic, just smile and shake their heads in response. There really isn’t anything to say. Their reactions say it all.
“Shit, is the fuck fest finally over? I was about to call the police, FBI, or CIA or whatever the fuck they have here in Italy to put an end to it. I mean, our rooms aren’t that far apart and I swear if I have to hear another night of the fuck fest, I’m shoving my drumsticks in my ears,” Vic dramatically informs us, putting his drumsticks near his ears.
All I can do is turn probably several shades of pink in embarrassment, while Dash wraps his arm around me tighter and pulls me closer to his side.
“Shut the fuck up, Vic. It’s Interpol, and besides, you’re just hard up and jealous because your dipstick ain’t getting any action,” Lance chimes in as he smacks Vic across the back of his head.
“Owwww. You don’t have to be so harsh, man,” Vic responds, acting all weepy, swiping the back of his hand across his eyes.
All of us burst out laughing when Roland finally comes over to join us. “Oh, great, you’re all here.” His eyes glance around before landing on me, giving me a look of complete disdain. He glowers at me a few seconds longer before turning his attention back to the guys. I don’t think anyone noticed our little moment. “I have some news. I just got off the phone with Francesca. Thanks to Val here, the photo shoot has been bumped up. So, rehearsal and sound check can wait—you guys need to get your asses over to the studio ASAP.” Roland smiles at Val and gives the guys a pointed look before his eyes once again find me. My arm around Dash grips him harder—tighter—and I turn my face into his side. Leaning down, Dash kisses the top of my head. A broad smile overtakes my lips, and when I look back at Roland he’s scowling but quickly composes himself and turns his attention to his phone. I peer up at Dash and he mouths, “Not a second.” My smile grows impossibly bigger.
“Roland, Jules is coming too. She can keep Val company.” Dash stands a little taller, his voice authoritative.
Roland plays with his phone and finally responds, “Sure, but just remember this is business and not playtime.” Roland gives me a pointed look.
“It won’t be a problem, Roland, and thank you for letting me tag along,” I politely reply.
“Sure. Okay then, limo’s waiting, let’s go. Alex and Russell, you all set?” Roland gestures toward the doors I assume head to the limo.
“All set, Roland,” Russell calls back from the doors.
Dash places his hand on the small of my back, and we make our way to the doors. Alex opens the doors while Russell acts as a blockade. I’m a little confused as to what is going on, and I guess Val sees my expression.
“Fans, Jules,” she tells me.
“Oh,” I utter.
The doors open, and I can see the limo but barely. There are a few hundred fans swarming around the vehicle. Alex grabs Dash’s arm and pulls him closer. Dash tries to keep me with him, but his hand slips from my back and he is escorted by Alex as quickly as possible to the limo. I see him turn around trying to find me through the sea of adoring screaming fans, but it’s useless. He is instantly lost in a sea of female chaos. Other security run interference for Lance and Vic, while Val and I just stand and watch.
“Come on, you’re with me,” a voice comes from behind me.
I feel a strong arm grab my elbow all of the sudden, and when I look up, I see Russell. Wasn’t he just by the door? One thing I’ve learned; Russell may be big and bulky in size, but he moves like he walks on a cloud. I guess that’s what’s needed in his line of work, and that’s why he’s so good at it. “There’s another car for Val and you. We just need to get the guys out of here first, and then you two will follow.” I nod and silently thank Dash for sending Russell, like I know he did.
Val loops an arm in mine while Russell leads us—his grip vice-like on my arm. The doors are still open, and I can’t see Dash anymore except for a tuft of messy dark hair over the hordes of females clamoring at him. I see him sway to and fro as some of them reach for him and pull. I so want to march right through the lot of them and rip them from him, beat them down, and let them know he is mine and to keep their fucking hands off, but I’m completely paralyzed by the situation before me. I knew Dash was successful and the band was gaining more and more fans and mass appeal every day, but seeing it before me, here in a foreign country, makes it more real.
Dash and the guys disappear into the limo, and all I can hear is the continuous screaming of their female fans. Some yell for Lance and Vic, but for the most part they want Dash, my Dash. I catch a good look at a few of the girls outside, and they are very beautiful. What does Italy have in the water? And where do they breed these girls—some secret biological lab that only contains eggs of unearthly beautiful woman? Blake’s voice starts in my ear, but I immediately put it on mute.
The limo pulls away, and a few of their fans chase it down. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Russell leads us to our awaiting car. As we make our way through, a few of the still lingering fans turn their attention to us, particularly me.
“That’s her? That’s really her,” one leggy brunette says in an Italian accent.
“I think you’re right, Giovanna,” another leggy brunette responds.
The two of them approach me and stare at me, eyeing me up and down.
“You’re the girl in the magazine with Dash, no?” the first leggy brunette asks.
“Um, I guess so,” I meekly answer.
“Si, it’s you. Why?” she questions, showing me the magazine cover picturing Dash and me together.
“Why, what?” I ask.
“Why would he be with you when he can be with, well, me, or her, or even her,” leggy brunette one responds, pointing to herself, then leggy brunette two, and then some super-model blonde.
“Well, I really…” I begin.
“Pffft, don’t worry, Giovanna. Dash will be flying solo soon. She’s probably just a plaything at the moment until he finds what he needs,” leggy brunette two interjects.
“Hey, bitches, back the fuck off and go throw up or something,
” Val speaks up.
The three of them glare at Val and then eye me up and down one more time before turning on their heels and slinking out of sight.
“Jules, those girls…” Val starts.
“I know. I’m good, no worries,” I say, trying not only to convince her but myself as well. Blake’s words taunt me.
Russell assists us into the car, and before closing the door he bends down beside it, looking up at me.
“Jules, just remember I’m here, okay?” he informs me, gently touching my knee. I can’t help but wonder if Dash said something to him, or is Russell just being sincere and friendly because of what he just witnessed?
“Thanks, Russell.” I keep my eyes downcast. I don’t want to see the pity in them I know I will find if I look.
“Well, I guess, go and have a good time. Mac will be on the other end to help you when you get there. Roland has me staying here for the time being.”
“We will. Thanks, Russell,” Val answers for the both of us.
“Sure, no prob—comes with the job.”
With that, Russell smiles at me, closes the door, and smacks the roof of the vehicle. The driver pulls out of the driveway and into traffic. I stare out the window, wondering if I can handle all that’s about to happen. Dash isn’t just some regular guy; he’s Dash Ford, lead singer of Redemption, a band that is becoming more and more popular with each passing day. I know he feels I feel for him, but it is still so new and so unclear. I feel Val’s hand take mine and give a reassuring squeeze. I turn to look at her, and the expression on her face is one of understanding and friendship. I lean my head against her shoulder while the car navigates its way through Rome’s streets to the studio. All I can think about is what am I in store for next.
