I laughed out loud then and I leaned over until my mouth was pressed to his right ear. “Then I get to call your manhood a cock because I hate dick.”
“Jesus Christ, woman. Manhood? What is this? A fucking romance novel? Nah, call my cock what ever you like but if you mention the ‘M’ word again in my presence, I will purchase a paddle just to spank you.”
We both laughed again before he rolled us over and his beautiful body was positioned between my splayed thighs. “I’m going to have to take care of that. God, I have been dreaming about eating you out for so long, you have no idea.”
Kaz kissed his way down my body, paying special attention to my rock hard nipples as his fingers danced across my stomach. I could feel myself tremble everywhere he touched me and my legs shook involuntarily, not from nerves but from pure satisfaction. He kissed my belly button before his tongue darted inside and then his lips were at my pelvic bone.
My legs were splayed open thanks to his determined arms looped around my thighs to keep them that way but it didn’t deter him from his experimentation with parting my sex again with expert fingers. His tongue licked at the forbidden opening which had never before been pierced by a man’s cock and I shivered all over.
Immediately, my own hands went to my breasts and I caressed them as he licked up and down before his tongue flicked over my clit and I thought I might lose it and come right then and there. His mouth surrounded the hardened nub and suckled on my clit before he tongued it again with an agonizingly slow and persistent pace.
My hips began to move on their own as they fought to meet his voracious rhythm and I couldn’t help it but I wanted more than oral sex. I wanted him to fuck me in the worst way even if I knew it was never going to happen, not that night at least.
The strokes from his tongue increased and his tongue was lapping at my perineum while one finger slowly caressed the puckered hole of my anus. I suddenly wondered if he enjoyed anal sex too and whether we would explore it but now was not the time for questions.
My orgasm seemed to start at the tip of my toes and work its way upwards until I felt like my clit had taken over and it was my whole body. I shook with satisfaction and an ache that had yet to be fulfilled and wouldn’t be until I felt a man’s cock inside me, moving with me.
We rode out my orgasm together before I whispered, “Take your shorts off.”
“I told you there wouldn’t be any sex between us at this point.”
I rolled us over with all my might and straddled his hard cock my pulsating sex could feel beneath his cargo shorts. “Does a blow job count? I want to give you head.”
I didn’t wait for an answer from him and instead took the lead on my own. I unbuttoned his shorts and realized the reason why his cock felt so close. He was rocking his cargos commando and his manhood sprung out of the open zipper and was so hard, it curved flat against his toned stomach.
No wonder he didn’t want to have sex with me—his cock was huge though not freakishly so. He was also thick with a purplish mushroom head though the rest of his cock was a tanned as the rest of him with blue prominent veins lining the sides.
I slipped one delicate hand around the base and he took in a deep breath. “Fuck—that feels good, baby.”
“What about this?” I inquired as my tongue rolled over the top of his cock and lapped up the pre-cum which oozed from the tip. It was salty sweet and not unpleasant to the taste at all. My lips opened and I took the whole mushroom tip of his cock inside my mouth and suckled on it like a lollypop.
His breathing started to become erratic as I took more and more of his length into my mouth with every stroke before I would withdraw and lick my tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the top. His eyes were open yet hooded with lust and he watched me with undivided attention.
“Where the fuck did you learn to do that?” he wondered out loud.
“The Manhattan Blow Job Institute. You like? I love you long time,” I teased before I fluttered my eyelashes at him.
“If you keep that up, you’re only going to love me for a short time,” he panted.
Due to his reaction to what I was doing to him, I actually sped up the pace and began taking him deeper into my mouth until his cock was past my tonsils and I could feel his thighs clenching beneath my upper body.
“Jesus fucking Christ, I’m gonna come,” he said in a raspy voice.
That was all the incentive I needed and I milked his orgasm from him as he spurted into my mouth and the salty sweetness flowed down my throat. I continued to lick and caress his cock long after his orgasm had passed. Kaz pulled me to him suddenly by my arms and kissed me long and hard, our tongues melding into a mélange of tastes and delicious touches that made my own body spasm again. He grabbed my ass and squeezed before he let go reluctantly and I settled into his warm embrace.
“This has been the best birthday I have ever had,” I finally whispered after a long silence of nothing but deep breaths between us.
“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. I can’t believe a rich princess like you is adept to giving head so well. That wasn’t sloppy at all and now I really look forward to doing the deed with you.”
I stared into his beautiful face and smiled slightly. “Remember the rules…no matter what this is going to be, no lies and no cheating. I hate both and will tolerate neither so you should know that before we decide to do this for real.”
Kaz’s eyes sparkled and look more blue than green in the soft lighting of the suite. “Baby, I knew you would be mine before I left this boat if it killed me tryin’. You’re a firecracker and I love that about you but I have a feeling you can be so much more than that and it scares me to my very core.”
His speech was deep, much deeper than I expected from a mere rock star and I had nothing to say to such a message. Instead, I kept quiet and relaxed my head on his chest.
I closed my eyes and told myself I only wanted to rest my eyes for a minute but before I knew it, I had fallen asleep on the rock god known to his fans only as Kaz.
Chapter Eight
Pieces of Kaz
The real world came crashing in much sooner than I would have liked but the following day, my birthday soiree was officially over and the ship docked in Florida. My whole entourage disembarked while my mother, grandfather and their various friends stayed on. They were sailing up to New England for a much needed vacation at our estate located at Martha’s Vineyard but my friends and I were ready to go.
It was strange because what had started out as Laurel, Faith and I became a foursome when Sasha decided to join in. The band had to be back in the studio in Los Angeles the very next day so when they asked us if we wanted to join them on their private jet to the West Coast, none of us said no.
Everyone broke off into own their little cliques and soon it was Will, Grant, Laurel and Sasha while Faith and Jaden disappeared together. I sat next to Kaz in first class luxury as I sipped on Cristal champagne and cuddled with him. The whole situation felt so natural although I knew it wasn’t and I was simply on cloud nine from the night of lust we’d enjoyed the evening before.
There was so much I didn’t know about him. All I knew was his rock star persona and a few snippets about his personal life he’d decided to share with me in Nassau but other than that, he was still a puzzle to be solved and I believed in learning about anyone new I’d ever met. If I innately understood what made them tick then I also knew how to hurt them.
Most people would think this was a devious way to get to know anyone but I wasn’t just anyone and with the kind of family I had, I was naturally a suspicious person. My mother had avoided the Christina Onassis trap—other than having me illegitimately by a married man who refused to leave his wife and children—and I was determined to avoid the Athina Onassis Roussel trap. There would be no world wind affairs with questionable older men from developing countries who were only after my money and didn’t give a crap about me as a human being.
I was actually quite reliev
ed that wouldn’t be an issue since Kaz possessed money in his own right. He wasn’t obscenely wealthy like I was due to his trust fund being cut in half after he formed Scarlet Fever. When he decided to become a rock star, he knew what to expect from his parents therefore he’d taken precautions and prepared; not only was he not hurting for money, he wasn’t cash poor either and owned a lot of stock in companies like Microsoft, Apple, Amazon and Starbucks.
I knew he did not do drugs other than alcohol and nicotine, was a great father to his son when his bitch ex-wife allowed them to spend time together and was very family oriented. However I worried about our seven year age difference and whether that would eventually become an issue.
All this left my mind as he slid his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. “Are you all right? You’ve been very quiet for a long time.”
He was right. I sat there beside him with an iPad settled on my lap but hadn’t bothered to turn the device on. I was in a fog and wrapped so deeply in my own thoughts, I couldn’t enjoy the moment.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking…why me?”
Kaz laughed out loud. “Why not you, Sydney? And by the way, why the hell are you named after the most popular city in Australia.”
I set the iPad down and wrapped my arms around his waist. “It’s where I was conceived, according to my mother. She was having this torrid affair with a politician and he surprised her with a trip to Australia…and left a gift behind…me.”
“So the rumors are true then? I thought that was just rich people gossip. Do you have a relationship with your old man at all?” he inquired in a concerned voice.
I shook my head silently. “I’m not sure if I want one either. My grandfather was more like a father to me than he ever could be and I have had a wonderful life. I’m no poor little bitch girl and there is absolutely nothing about me that deserves pity. To be honest, I think it’s better if we don’t have a relationship because I would never be part of my half-brothers’ lives. They would both just consider me as an interloper who was the by-product of a very rough point in their parents’ marriage and to be honest, it’s not worth the hassle.”
Kaz squeezed me tighter in his arms and I reveled in all the attention he lavished upon me. Part of me still didn’t understand why he’d chosen me when the possibility to have any woman he wanted was endless. I suddenly didn’t feel like my confident self and wondered why I thought I was unworthy of his affections.
What the hell was going on with me? I knew I was worth it for any man and yet, with him, I always had my doubts and fears. It was almost like I turned into a different person in his vicinity and I didn’t like it. I hated the me I became when I was around him because I was all hormones and a ball of mush who worried if my hair and makeup was perfect, whether I’d chosen the right outfit or if he really did like me at all.
“Underneath all of this, I’m just like you.”
I looked into Kaz’s eyes and wondered where the hell that statement had come from. I tried to laugh it off as I tucked several unruly strands of hair behind my ear. “I don’t think I get what you’re trying to say. Why would you want to be like me? The second worst fate someone can be born with is a silver spoon in their mouth. It makes them have unrealistic expectations and gives them a vanity complex. They always feel like the world owes them something when the only exception between them and the college student at some school like San Jose State is that they were lucky enough to be born privileged.”
“If you feel that strongly then will you help me open up my first school for gifted children in L.A.? It’s located in West Los Angeles and I did the whole ‘Andre Agassi’ thing…the school is for underprivileged children who are native to L.A. How can they ever achieve the grades and the test scores if they are caught in a never ending cycle of poverty? It’s what attracted me to my ex-wife…her anthropology work. She is passionate about her causes and that immediately had me in the palm of her hands: hook, line and sinker.”
“Your ex sounds like quite a woman. I hope I get to meet her sometime. It looks like we would have quite a bit to talk about.”
“Damira can be difficult but her heart is in the right place. She had a rough childhood and I thought I could fix her.” Kaz ran his hands through his thick sun-kissed brown hair. “That’s always been my problem. I want to help everyone I love and care about. I said some pretty awful things about my ex-wife the other day but it wasn’t fair and I shouldn’t have thought that way. She is the mother of my son and I want him to respect women when he grows up. I hope you can forgive me.”
I looked toward him with a slight smile on my face, “For what? We all make mistakes some time.”
We laughed at the same time and that is when the first thaw in my heart broke open and allowed this rock and roller I wanted to feel nothing for inside. It was only a fracture but I knew it would prove to be my undoing and that alone frightened me more than anything in the world.
Chapter Nine
Dinner & A Proposal
Once we arrived in Los Angeles, it was a revelation. I hadn’t been to the city in two years but the more things changed, the more they also stayed the same. The smog level was tolerable but the ride from LAX, which literally sat in Escondido Beach’s ass, was slow and barely tolerable.
Laurel squealed like a little child while Faith bragged about how much she knew about the city now she’d made it her home base.
I half-listened, all the time, Kaz had grabbed my hand and held it tightly to his side.
“Something tells me tonight is the night,” I whispered to him so no one could be privy to our conversation. It was also one of the reasons why we choose a part of the Hummer limousine no one was occupying.
Kaz stared into my eyes for a long time with those gorgeous aquamarine irises. “I think we have waited long enough, don’t you think? However, if you’re still not ready then I understand—”
“No, that isn’t it at all. I am ready and I want it to be perfect for you too. I’m twenty-three years old and there is nothing virtuous about being a virgin unless my grandfather and mother wanted to sell me into white slavery,” I remarked in an offhand fashion which had him laughing out loud.
“Can I ask why you have never just slept with the first guy you thought was half-way decent just to get rid of it?”
“My mind doesn’t work that way, Kaz. You’re not perfect but you seem fucking perfect and if I had to give up my virginity—which is what I want to do tonight, with you—I couldn’t have picked a better guy.”
“I can understand that but what do you mean when you say your mind doesn’t work the way mine does?”
“I never gave up my virginity because at first I blamed the quality of men. Then, it just became a way of life to be a cock tease. Now that I am twenty-three, I am venturing into outright strange territory to be a virgin unless I was a nun.”
There was a heavy silence that formed an awkward barrier between the two of us for the rest of the ride to Kaz’s pad. He owned an opulent mansion in the Hollywood Hills with panoramic views of the city. His home was very cold with all the steel and chrome. The marble floors were covered in strategic places with Persian rugs but other than that, the place was more of a museum than a home.
“Excuse the lack of warmth in my humble abode. I am never here and it’s easier for my maid to tidy up with clean, simple surfaces. A local architect, Lex Burgenfeld, designed it and I fell in love with the home but the furniture leaves a lot to be desired.”
I walked around and explored the large clean kitchen with its industrial sized steel refrigerator built into the wall to blend with the home. Everything was steel, glass and chrome. It was obvious he and his ex-wife did not live together because there was nothing feminine about his house what so ever.
Kaz took me on a mini tour of the dining room, the two full baths on the first floor including large spaces to keep the toilet separate from the rest of the bathroom. Then he walked me to his pride and joy: the game room.
There was an X-Box hooked up to the seventy inch television screen mounted to the wall. There was also a state of the art pool table and several dart boards. It was every man’s wet dream.
“Tell me,” I began as I traced my right index finger against the pool table and lifted it up to study my finger. The place had been recently aired out and dusted. “Do you entertain very often?”
He shook his head. “Not really except with my band mates and the members of Winter’s Regret. They come around very often but that’s not really entertaining per se. It’s a bunch of men getting drunk and playing children’s games because we have seen the world, Sydney, the same as you.
“All the booze, drugs and women get old. I stopped using cocaine three years ago and I have never felt better. I don’t need to shove that shit up my nose to feel happy about my life because I have accomplished something most people never will. I’m living the dream and doing what I love. Not only that but I make a shit load of money doing what I do. What is so awful about my life I should need drugs to get through the day?”
I couldn’t help but admire his philosophy and smiled in return. We continued the tour and walked up an elaborate, spiral staircase that led to long hallway.
“Now, here comes the place I spend a lot of my time…my bedroom suite.”
He opened the double doors and I was treated to a large, open space with walls the color of maroon and a huge, comfortable California King bed with beautiful black silk sheets and a scarlet silk comforter. The furniture was classic and consisted of a few dark oak drawers and a vanity table in the corner. He led me to his bathroom which also featured another bathroom on the opposite side of the suite for me to use if I wanted to.
“You don’t have to sleep in here if you’re not ready. I can have Griselda prepare one of the guest rooms if you like.”
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