by Marian Tee
Mitch was dancing to Rihanna’s Diamonds, and the song perfectly suited her style of dance. Staffan knew the woman had to be professionally taught to dance like that.
“Saffi’s up next!” Donovan shouted.
The crowd cheered so wildly it was deafening, and Staffan caught sight of the disgruntled look on Mitch’s face as she walked off.
Saffi quickly whispered something to the pink-haired girlfriend of one of his vocals before moving to the center. She was nervous but doing her best not to show it. She had braided her hair, and it made her look impossibly younger, especially with her face free of makeup. She wore a floral dress with an extremely low neckline.
Since he was pretty sure Saffi hadn’t come with any luggage, Staffan guessed that she had bought the dress from one of the hotel boutiques. And as this was one of his stepfather’s hotels, he also knew the dress would have cost a lot of money. Had Saffi paid for it herself or had Carson paid for it? Jealousy flared, hot and dangerous, but he forgot all about it when her music started to play and Saffi began to move.
Un-fucking-believable.
The crowd burst into laughter even as they clapped their hands.
He gaped, unable to believe that his very feminine, elegant, and charmingly awkward Saffi March was dancing to Psy’s Gangnam Style.
When the song reached the chorus and Saffi actually went on doing the exact moves that Psy popularized in his music video, Staffan forgot all about keeping his fucking image intact. He burst into laughter.
Saffi gasped, knowing that sound. She whirled around. Everyone whirled around with her.
The pink-haired girl gasped and quickly reached for her iPod. The music died mid-beat.
Saffi couldn’t stop staring. After last night, she should have been used to his looks. But if anything, being in his arms – knowing how freaking good he was in bed – just made him look even more gorgeous in her eyes. Staffan stood several feet away from her, taller than everyone else in the crowd and definitely more beautiful than everyone in the world. His hair was still wet, and he was again dressed beautifully in another three-piece ensemble. His hazel eyes gleamed as an amused smile formed on his lips.
And then he chuckled, as if unable to help it.
She could just die from sheer happiness at that sound. Staffan wasn’t the type to smile, to chuckle, to laugh – but he did all three just now. She knew enough of his background to understand why he had such a hard time showing happiness and the fact that he did now – that she was the cause of it – was incredible. It made her head reel.
Staffan started to move, and with his long-legged strides, it took only a fraction of a time for him to stand right in front of her, making Saffi absolutely breathless at his nearness alone. He smelled divine. He was divine.
His nostrils flared at the way Saffi’s eyes lit up at the sight of him, making her look like she couldn’t get enough of him. But that was good. In fact, it was fucking perfect since he had no intention of letting her go anytime soon.
He took her braid, running his fingers on its twisted strands and enjoying its silky smooth texture. He murmured huskily, “You win, Saffi.”
It took a moment before the words sank in. Saffi’s eyes widened, Mitch gasped, but the crowd went berserk. Bob nodded at his security team to escort the other woman out before she could cause trouble. The warning gazes from the two men clutching her arms kept her mouth shut, but she couldn’t help glaring at Saffi over her shoulder even as she was dragged away, promising herself silently that this was not going to be the end.
Saffi was utterly oblivious to what had just happened, and even the loud cheers of Staffan’s crew didn’t entirely reach her. All she could see, hear, and feel had to do with the divinely gorgeous man standing in front of her. “Y-you know what we were doing?”
Still holding the braid, he teased, “A dance off with me as a prize?”
She blushed, forgetting for the moment that Gs didn’t blush so easily.
Staffan smirked. “I hate to tell you this, H, but you sucked.”
She smiled sheepishly. “But you still chose me as a winner, though.”
“Not because you danced better.” He leaned close. “It’s because you’re the only woman I want to fuck right now.”
Her heart tripped at his words. Looking up at him, Saffi wondered if Staffan had any idea of how his eyes were giving her a completely different message from how he had acted last night. But then it didn’t matter. She was in love with him either way.
Staffan tugged at her braid. “This is a very unusual hairstyle for a groupie, H.”
Oops.
She stammered, “It’s daytime. I only, umm, go for wilder styles at night.”
He coughed. “I see.”
She tried not to look flustered. God, that was so lame.
He tugged her braid again. “Since you won the dance off, I’m going to give you a prize, too.”
Saffi squealed, unable to help it.
Staffan coughed harder. How could she be so smart and yet so naïve at the same time? Did she really think she could fool anyone with her ridiculous cover-up as a G? No self-respecting groupie would squeal like a five-year-old getting her first Barbie just because she was promised a prize.
Without attempting to lower his voice, wanting every man in the vicinity to hear and know just who Saffi March belonged to, Staffan said simply, “You get to fuck me.” Before she had time to gasp, he added in a matter-of-fact voice, “Now.”
And then he was sweeping her in his arms and taking Saffi to the nearest room with a door that could be locked – which happened to be the office of the day manager for the concert venue.
Staffan dealt the other man a look. “I need your office. Now.”
Saffi bit back a groan of embarrassment, hiding her flushed face in the crook of his neck.
The day manager wasn’t stupid. He hurried out without a word, knowing that Staffan Aehrenthal was a man to be obeyed at all costs.
Staffan kicked the door shut. “Ready to be fucked?” he asked as he let Saffi down.
In answer, she wriggled out of her panties and placed it on the table.
He groaned---a deep, long, lust-crazed one that came all the way from his belly, heated by the fire in his loins. “You’re so fucking sexy you’re driving me out of my mind.”
She said shyly, “You, too. I feel exactly the same way---” The rest of her words were lost in his kiss, Staffan hauling her to him in one rough and hungry motion. He kissed her like he was dying and only she could bring him back to life.
Something hard pressed against the soft skirt of her dress.
Or rather, Saffi was the only one could make his dick come alive this fast.
As she lifted the skirt of her dress, she hoped it was true. That he’d only hunger for her, even if it was just for a while.
Saffi gasped when he suddenly flipped her around. “Do you still feel sore here?” His hand drifted down, wetting his finger with the moisture that had so quickly formed between her legs.
She shook her head.
“The truth,” he growled.
“I just want you in,” she gasped.
“Good. We’ll try something different this time.” With his fingers still moving against her flesh but never quite thrusting in, Staffan made her move so that they were facing the window. Reaching past her, which caused his fingers to press against her clit and making her gasp, he twisted the blinds partially open, allowing them to see outside while keeping them hidden from view.
“Grab the sills, baby,” he told her as he pushed her down.
Saffi held the sills, feeling exquisitely exposed once more as he felt Staffan’s gaze devouring her naked legs and sex. The fact that she still had her heels on, the sound of Staffan unbuckling his belt behind her and unzipping his pants to let his dick spring free---all of it caused Saffi to let out a whimper.
Staffan rubbed his dick against her quivering sex. “Do you want this, H?”
“Yes.” She was alre
ady panting and they hadn’t yet done anything.
The naked yearning in her voice made his dick throb and pulse like it was about to burst. “You’re so fucking hot.”
She wriggled her butt, trying to get him to enter her.
Staffan slapped her ass, and she yelped. “That will teach you to wait.”
“Please,” she begged when he pulled away, leaving her feeling empty and aching.
“Please what, baby?” He caressed the soft skin of her ass, mesmerized at the pinkish imprint he had left. “Do you want me to fuck you---back doors?”
She stiffened with a gasp. “No!”
He pushed her back down when she tried to straighten up, saying teasingly just to torment her, “But I thought you did that already.”
Those freaking lies! She opened her mouth to confess the truth. “I…” She closed her eyes, trying to think, and then inspiration hit her. “I…need a butt plug.”Shit. She had lied again. When she felt Staffan actually rub his dick against the curve between her butt cheeks, she cried out quickly, “The butt plug is…necessary...to, umm, prepare me…for…that.”
Under his touch, he felt Saffi stiffening more and more with every rub of his dick against her tiny nether hole. Deciding he had teased her enough, he repositioned his dick against her sex, smiling a little when he felt her relax instantly at the contact.
“That’s too bad about the butt plug. Maybe next time.”
“Uhh, yeah, next---ahh.” Staffan had pressed his fingers against her clit, harder and harder until she gasped.
“Did you like that?” he drawled huskily, his voice arousing her even more.
“Yes,” she gasped out.
“What else do you want?”
Saffi bit her lip.
“Say it like a hot G with a dirty mouth,” he whispered.
She blurted out, “Please…fuck me. Shove your dick inside me. Take my---”
“Goddammit, H.” He was in even before he finished speaking, her unexpected words arousing her to such heights he had completely lost control. Staffan had never thought someone like Saffi could say things like that, and that she was doing so, to him, made him thrust harder into her, his dick sinking deeper and deeper into her welcoming heat.
As Staffan’s thrusts became harder, rougher, and wilder, she bit back a scream, knowing that his entire crew was outside. Some of them might even have their ears to the door. The thought was scary and exciting, and it made her wriggle her butt again, desperate for the kind of heavy pounding that she knew Staffan could give her.
“Ready, H?” he growled against her throat.
Before she could nod, he was indeed pounding into her, his dick jettisoning inside Saffi like a relentless hot rod that her sex couldn’t get enough of. She held on to the window sill desperately, knowing if she let go she would be flying.
“Scream for me, baby.”
She shook her head, biting her lip harder.
He reached out for her breasts, which swung with every deep and hard thrust he made. As he pinched her nipples, he gritted, “Scream.”
She screamed. He left her no choice, not with the way he was making her mindless with pleasure. His thrusts went deeper and faster, and she started to sob, feeling her climax so close but somehow not near enough.
Staffan suddenly gripped her legs, pulling it up until she was practically lying horizontal in the air. When his cock rammed back into her, she needed no further prodding.
“Staffan!” His body shook at the way Saffi screamed his name.
“Oh, God, oh, yes, please, Staffan. Staffan!” Her eyes fell close as she felt her body start to tremble with her impending release.
His fingers dug into her ass, loving how smooth and firm it was at the same time. His eyes roamed on her legs, all the way back. And that was when he saw it, remembered it --- his Saffi March still had her sexy kitten heels on.
Fuck!
“Come with me, baby,” he growled as he felt his cock tense, preparing to shoot out his cum. He quickly lowered Saffi back even as he thrust in and out of her, one of his hands going under to find her sweet little nub. He pinched it as he came with a shout and Saffi followed closely behind, sobbing his name out as her body was wracked with great heaving tremors.
“Staffan,” she cried out, loving the way he kept on jerking into her, making her feel so incredibly hot and full. She pressed her thighs together, wanting to prolong the feeling.
And then she felt it, a soft but unmistakable touch as her heart slowed down to normal.
A kiss on her spine, just a tender touch of his lips.
Her eyes closed. Staffan Aehrenthal liked his women slutty and not sweet. And if the reports were to be believed, he was the same. He was an animal in bed, relentless, ruthless, and ravenous. But he wasn’t sweet.
Yet what else could that kiss be but sweet?
She bit her lip to keep the words inside, but it didn’t stop her heart from racing, didn’t stop her mind from wishing for the impossible. Could she let herself hope about the two of them?
When they went out of the room an hour later – and it took that long because he had wanted to have sex again and of course Saffi had wanted it too - her legs felt so weak and she was so wobbly in her heels that she had to lean on him like a baby.
“Did you really tell me the truth about being experienced, H? How can you be this weak after just two orgasms?”
She was so physically tired she just said the truth. “I think it’s because you’re bigger than most and your stamina is unbelievable.”
Staffan laughed, and her toes curled at the sound. “Bob will take you back to the hotel. I want you to rest while I rehearse. Later tonight – what do you want to do aside from fucking?”
She pretended to think about it. “Mmm…give me a private concert?” When he didn’t answer, she looked up at him nervously. “I was just joking?” Staffan suddenly looked odd, almost furious, like someone had walked over his grave.
“I’m sorry. It’s…not personal. I just don’t sing if I’m not paid to do it.”
The answer was curious to say the least, but Saffi was beginning to understand him and she knew by the look on his face that she shouldn’t push it. “No harm done,” she said lightly and quickly changed the subject. “I want to do something you haven’t done with any other fan-I mean groupie.”
“A fivesome?”
His dick twitched when she blushed in response, but he ignored it, knowing she would be too sore if he made love to her again. Staffan lifted a brow. “Well?”
“There’s something else I want but it’s going to be selfish of me,” she admitted. “Is that okay?”
God, she looked so fucking sweet when her eyes went big like that. Had she realized he’d give her the fucking world if she kept looking at him that way? “Yes,” he said gruffly. “That’s fine. So what it’s going to be?”
“But it’s not terribly exciting.”
“That’s fine.”
“And it’s not---”
“Get to the point, H.”
“Watch TV with you.” Saffi immediately held her breath, unable to predict what Staffan’s answer would be. She knew that was more a fangirl’s answer than a groupie’s but she couldn’t help it. She only had this weekend with Staffan. If he was giving her a chance to do what she really wanted with him the most, then she was going all in with making her daydreams come true.
She would have loved to enjoy an ordinary date with him, but she knew and understood that would be selfish of her with him on a tour. Also, he was Staffan Aehrenthal and she was Saffi March. At least with a date behind locked doors, Saffi wouldn’t have to worry about what others would think upon seeing them together. She’d also get to enjoy more alone time with Staffan, and that was always a plus.
When he still didn’t say anything, she added helpfully, “We can watch whatever you want. I can go rent a movie or download something. Do you, umm, have any request?”
Staffan shook his head, still incredulous. Was he re
ally having this conversation? He had a fucking private jet at his disposal---did she forget they could go anywhere with it? He had all the money in the world, too. Wouldn’t she at least want to spend even a few thousands of it?
Saffi suddenly giggled, the sound startling him, and the carefree look on her face mesmerizing him. Staffan looked around and saw Carson grinning at her as he used his body to mimic the actions of having sex. The other man quickly stopped when he realized Staffan was staring, making an about face in an instant and walking away.
Asshole. He was going to fucking donate Carson to another rockstar as soon as this tour ended. No fucking way was he going to let that guy in the same state with Saffi after this. His eyes drifted to other men, narrowing when he saw that most of the others were also staring at his Saffi. Jealousy caused him to stiffen, and Staffan cracked his knuckles as he looked at them one by one.
Saffi jumped at the sound of knuckles cracking. “Staffan?”
He only allowed himself to look back at Saffi when he was satisfied that everyone had gone back to their respective jobs – or at least they were fucking pretending to. Staffan stifled an exasperated sigh when he saw how Saffi didn’t even seem to realize she had everyone in the room entranced.
She truly appeared to have only eyes for him, and her expectant hopeful gaze chipped another wall from his heart as she said, “I really just want to be with you.” She chewed on her lip. “Unless you think it’s totally boring? Because if you do, we can always---”
She shut up when he kissed her. Hard.
He pulled away. “TV it is.”
She beamed then she remembered she was supposed to be a G and groupies did not beam. She hastily rearranged her expression and tried to look sultry instead. “Great.”
Staffan smothered a laugh. Around them, he could hear the crowd doing the same, but this time he didn’t mind. He couldn’t fault them, after all. Saffi March was irresistible at times like this. He kissed her again, unable to help it, his tongue demanding entrance to mate with hers. She gasped against his mouth, her hands clutching his shoulders desperately as she felt her entire body melt.
