I stretched up on my toes, pulled at the back of his neck to bring him closer. He squeezed my soft breast and I moaned. He cupped the weight of my breast in his hand.
Mine are pretty big breasts by any standard, but his hand makes them feel delicate. Precious. And very special. He squeezed with his thumb and fingers to push my aching nipple forward, and my wet mouth fell onto his neck. I bit softly as he squeezed again and I could smell my juices run as zinging vibrations rose in my crotch. My nipples were hard as bullets and painfully tender.
He ripped the bra in two between the cups. He grinned as he yanked the remains of it away. He dropped it.
“You don’t need that.” and his grin was hot as lava. “You’re too beautiful for that.”
I love a man who’s not afraid to be a man. I love the thought of being taken. If only I could ever find a man who could do it without being a creep and an asshole. I know this was the moment I wondered whether Blaze Paskall could be that man. Again, it was the tequila talking.
The fact that he paid any attention to me at all, I was sure, was one of those random things that can happen in a bar. Ninety-nine percent of those random things might be shit. This happened to be my jackpot moment. I was sure it wouldn’t last longer than the evening. Probably not even half that long.
He pulled me back towards the club and the dance floor. There was barely time to get my tee-shirt back over my tits before he started to fling me around in the lights. Everybody on the floor made room, started to form a circle around us. Blaze strutted and shook, and he rubbed and stretched his body up my back and into the denim on my ass.
I was always an okay dancer. Nothing spectacular but I had rhythm and could throw a shape. In the spotlights, with Blaze as a partner, I caught on fire.
He pushed me forward so I was bent over and his hand came down my ass, along and up my crotch, up my stomach and on to knead my breast, all the while, his thigh thrust forward and beat time between my legs. The whole club watched.
Everybody got up to stand in a circle around us. Hayley, Jayd and the girls jumped and shouted and waved their arms in the air. They were only a few feet away, but it was already like we were in different worlds.
I could see it in the looks on their faces, like they were eager for me to notice them. Something had shifted a notch. I was the same big girl, inhabiting the same big frame, only now I felt magical. Powerful. And appreciated.
He spun me around and had me ride on his hips, my thighs clamped around his waist. He had one hand on my tit and the other held me by the neck. All the while, I could feel him sensing his audience. It was a thrill to be watched. Seeing all those faces, lit up as they followed us.
When everybody began to clap a rhythm, it was like I grew a foot taller. In the noise and the lights my head swam. I felt like I was the queen of the world.
Even then, even that first time, I knew that I was an accessory, a prop. I was a small-town schoolteacher with maybe one too many drinks inside her. He was a real, bona fide rockstar.
I was fresh and new. A novelty he held up to the light while everybody watched and cheered. Like when a jewel sparkles and glows, it does it to show the status of the person wearing it.
All the same, suddenly, I was a jewel.
He was behind me, he squeezed my breasts, loose in the tee-shirt with no bra. I lit up inside. My ass pressed into his crotch and fixed on the heat, the swelling at the top of his leather jeans.
The beat drove on and I thrashed my head from side to side. The humdrum, small-town world slipped into the distance and here we were, here I was, under the lights, thrilling the crowd.
Me and my dance partner, the international rock mega-star. This was what life was about. I thought that he might fuck me right there, in front of all those people. Slip my jeans down, rub his huge cock against my black panties, rip them off and fuck me. I had no idea how likely that really was. The thought made me even hotter.
He had me sitting on his shoulders, facing him, rubbing the crotch of my jeans in his face. The smell of my running juice must surely have gotten to him, because it was almost knocking me out. He lifted me with one hand. One hand under my crotch. As he spun me to the floor, his fingers pressed against my pussy, at that moment, I wanted to literally devour him.
He made theatrical bows to the crowd, and they cheered, of course. They cheered for me, too. Next thing I remember, we were on the black leather bench in the back of that Hummer of his, and he’s told the driver,
“Go, Jake,”
We were off into the night.
As the familiar nighttime neon and lights of the town of Lovage streaked behind us, I feel like a bigger person in a smaller place. Like the town somehow meant less. And I meant more.
The look in Blaze’s eyes was fierce and his breathing was thick. My tongue kept on flicking out and wetting my lips, but they seemed to dry again straight away. My head made pictures of the huge hot thing that we both knew was coiled in his pants. I wanted it uncoiled. I wanted it out. I wanted it.
“You got talent, girl,” his voice was like dark molasses, “You know that?” He took me by the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. I put my arms around him, pressing and holding him to feel his strength. His power. I wanted to pull every drop of juice from these moments. I knew they couldn’t last and I was sure they would never come my way again.
Pulling back, his eyes flickered in mine. “You been a professional dancer?”
Then he gave me his thousand-watt leer.
“No. And I don’t fall for having smoke blown up my ass, either.”
“I was serious.”
“You were not. You did all the dancing. You just threw me around like a rag doll. Like I was a prop.”
“Lucy,” his head shook, “You sell yourself short.” He took a moment, looking into my face, his eyes dancing all over me. “You showed some class out there. You have natural gifts.”
I was thinking that if we had gotten to shallow flattery already, my moment with Blaze Paskall must be about to be over.
He said, “You don’t see it because it’s natural.” He sat back and held my hand. “You know what my first hit was?”
“I thought it was Boneyard Blues.”
His eyes widened. “I’m impressed. I didn’t know you were a fan.”
“Honestly? I’m not. I always liked your songs, but I never bought any and I never came out to see any of your concerts. But I always loved music and I listened to a lot of stuff.” I tried to turn it around, “But I remember, you were only a kid when you recorded that, right?”
“That’s told me,” he said, but he held my hand. “Really. It’s cool. In fact, you knowing that about me when you’re not even a fan, that’s pretty special to me.” Then he said, “But, yeah. I was like eleven. Ten and a half, maybe. It took a while to make the song. And it was some delta blues licks with some howls that were supposed to be like Howlin’ Wolf.”
“They are like Howlin’ Wolf. Even I knew that. It’s from Smokestack Lighning right?”
His eyebrow raised. “You do know your music. So I just put it out on the web, you know? Just hoping some people would hear it. That’s all. And I carried on doing what I was doing. Thought no more about it. I recorded a lot of stuff, all kinds of things.” He stroked my hand.
“So I checked my phone one day. I was in school, in the middle of a civics class, I remember it now. Breaking the rules to even have your phone on in class. I got a PM on the site where I posted it. The producers of a series, a gangster series on one of the streaming sites, wanted to know who my publisher was.”
His voice drifted for a moment. “Can you believe it? A kid in school. That show was a huge hit, worldwide. Made eight series. My little recording on the front of all of them.” He looked into my eyes, “I promise, there is a point to this.”
I blinked, “What? Was I looking bored or something?” I sat up straight.
And he kissed me. Light. On the lips. My insides lifted like a helium balloon.
Chapter Six
INTENSE AND HOT CHEMISTRY between us, I kept telling myself, he could’t be feeling it as powerfully as I was. There have been enough times when I let myself believe something without being sure that the other person felt the same way.
I was stirred, in the intimate space of the back of the car. His dark eyes held me. He made me feel like what I thought was really important to him. He told me, “Back then, I was a kid, right? I didn’t know what I had. While the show ran, people all over the worlds were talking ab out the song. Saying it was an old recording of a bluesman from Memphis or Chicago.”
“Didn’t even have their roots straight,” I chipped in. His face lit and he smiled.
“But to me, it was just what I did. I didn’t see what all the fuss was about. It was a cool track, sure. The groove was solid. But for me it was just natural. It was what I did.”
He looked at me seriously. “It’s what I do. So, when people started contacting me and talking about worldwide rights and repeat fees and buyouts and shit, I was like, ‘Dude, what the fuck?’ you know? It was one of a hundred tunes I made in my bedroom. I couldn’t even remember for sure if there were samples in there that I hadn’t licensed.”
I laughed. His tune was such a part of that show. Every part of the series opened with some off the wall crime that didn’t go the way you expected then it cut hard into Boneyard Blues. When you heard it start, your pulse raced. The jangling guitar and harmonica set you up for the episode.
“I had no idea. So I got my uncle to help me find a publisher. He looked after all the clearances. Didn’t rob me blind for once. I’ve no idea why. Pretty much everybody else in the music business is a crook. But the show was huge. The money was unbelievable.” his head shook. But he kept his eyes on me.
“Because I was a skinny white kid and still in school, they made me stay anonymous. Super-secret. I had the scariest non-disclosure to sign. And no time to figure it out. There I was coming up on my twelfth birthday, one of the biggest songs in the world and I couldn’t even tell anyone. It was unreal.”
“You kept quiet? You didn’t tell your friends at school?”
“See, there’s the thing. Kids who are all into their music you know, learning your chops isn’t a very sociable activity. The few kids I did hang with, they were all about the music, too. They knew. I’d already made them listed to a million different mixes. But I swore them all to secrecy and they kept with it.”
“That must have been so weird.”
“That’s not even the weird part. All the teachers treated me like I was a total waster. Even the music teacher thought I was an idiot.” his head shook again. “The number of times I sat there in class listening to some snide teacher dissing me. And all the time I’m thinking, ‘While I’m sitting here and just taking it, since you started talking, I made enough money to buy your car. This weeks model.’ So, yeah. It was odd.”
He almost smiled. that look in his eye made my pulse thump.
He said, “The point of this story is, I had to hold onto what I knew. Keep it safe. Believe in yourself. Nobody knows shit, so don’t take your gifts for granted. And if somebody tells you you’ve got something, that’s gold. Don’t brush it off, okay? Don’t get inflated about it, sure, but don’t argue either. Put it in your pocket. Keep it safe. Take a cool look at it when it’s time and when you have space to think.”
I wanted to think about it. It meant something that he would take the trouble to tell me all of that. Even through the tequila haze I was still aware that what I meant to him was some disposable fun. That was okay. We were grown ups. I was ready to use him, too.
I looked in his eye as I ran my fingertip along the hard stubble on the sharp line of his jaw. I hooked my finger under the cleft in his chin to bring him to me. His lips parted and we kissed.
In the darkness, my hand landed on the muscle of his thigh. I moved up. The heat of the bulge I found there made me sigh. I moved my tongue around his. Pressed and then flattened it to let him into my mouth. My fingertips scraped along his straightening ridge.
Our mouths were still locked together, but I felt his shark-like grin as I pulled on huge buckle on his belt. I lifted the tongue of the belt and yanked it to undo the buckle.
His breath beat into me as he chuckled. I dragged his zipper down. He reached into the leather opening and he pulled out his plums. Then he hauled out the length of his thick, dark cock.
I slid my tiny little fingers along it. I wanted to break the kiss for a look at it. But I didn’t want to break the kiss. So I looked with my hand. My stomach jumped when I felt the heat of it. And the size. The trail if velvety ridges seemed to go on forever and he felt as thick as a tree-trunk. And every bit as hard.
Still smiling, he grabbed my hair. He pulled back my head and looked in my eyes. He must have seen how insanely turned on I was, with my head pulled back and my throat open. As his eyes gleamed like blades into mine, I tugged my head to nod. For the avoidance of doubt.
I could have been surrendering my virginity. I knew that. That would be fine with me. To be ravaged by a rockstar in the back of a car blasting along in the wild current of night traffic. I felt like I was on fire.
He shoved he my face right into his lap. The dark, intoxicating scent of his huge bulb was right in front of my lips. He held me back to look at it. To take it in. Before I took it in.
My lips parted. I licked them. He looked tasty and I was eager to feel the press of him along my tongue. He slid his cock into my mouth, and he pumped it in, as far as it would go. Each stroke he pushed it a little farther, a little deeper and each time he held it in a little longer.
On every beat, it swelled, stiffened and hardened more. I wanted to tell him that I hadn’t done a full deep-throat before – I did try it once. That was not a successful evening – but it’s hard to talk with your whole mouth jammed up on a steaming, thrusting, hard cock. When he hit the back of my throat, my shoulders shook and in that sweet, dark voice he said,
“Oh, baby. We’ll have to get you taught.”
So his hips beat the rhythm and his hot cock slid through my moist lips and along my wet tongue, it filled my mouth then slid back, again and again. It filled me and made me desperate for more. Waves of hot, vibrating pleasure flooded from my thighs to my throat. His cock slid in and out, stopping just at the opening to my throat. He tasted of something dark and forbidden.
His scent was a man scent turned up to eleven. Then he said,
“Suck, baby,”
So I did, and he said,
“Suck harder baby,”
And I did, and then with one long stroke he slid back so that only the hot, shiny, throbbing head was between my lips, and his shaft began to pulse. Using my hair he pulled my head along and back, and along and back.
My breath was in massive, uncontrollable gulps as hot juices made me squirm, seeping into my pants. The sensation of raw power that I felt was unlike anything I had felt before. My body trembled. With every breath in, a tightness rose and fell.
His thick cock got hotter and its pulse beat harder and I devoured it. He groaned deliciously as my moist lips, my soft, wet mouth, my widening, sinuous tongue pressed, caressed and swallowed him. As I felt his heat rise, he moaned and my soft breasts buzzed with the vibration from his hard thigh.
His rasping groan resonated in my chest, and I moaned in reply. The low sound vibrated along his shaft and his hips bucked as he thrust into my mouth, and with my hair in his hand he bounced my head along his hard, hot, pulsing shaft in rhythm.
The delicious scent and taste of his precum filled my head and we pounded on and on together, climaxes quaking and rising through me. Each one made me moan harder, each moan fanned his cock more, each vibration brought him closer, and finally his movement became wild and his smoking hot load started to splash at the back of my throat.
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