After we relax for a few more minutes, Poppy tells us it’s time to get back out there. I take a deep breath to prepare myself for performing in front of Brooklyn. It’s ridiculous that being in front of hundreds of thousands of people doesn’t rattle me, but being in front of Brooklyn does. We get back out and I check to make sure she’s still here. She is and with a huge smile on her face when I look at her. Damn, she takes my breath away.
We continue the set, just like I said. Singing song after song. I took off my shirt and threw it into the crowd, causing a bit of a fight. I keep them engaged by talking every few songs and if they are having half as much fun as we are, it’s been a great night. Although now singing the song that leads up to the last one, well I’ll admit, my stomach is in knots. This could go either way, and I sure as fuck hope it goes in my favor. The thought of watching her walk away again, is too much to bear.
When we finish up that song, I rush off stage to put on a new t-shirt and run back on. I get a few boos and I chuckle. A stool is brought out for me and before I sit down I grab the mic. “Los Angeles, you have been fucking amazing. Thank you for coming out and spending your night with us. It was a fucking blast. I’ve got one more for you and it’s going to be a bit different. This is a song I wrote and it holds a lot of meaning for me.” Locking eyes with Brooklyn, I continue, “I fucking hope you all like it.”
While they all scream, I sit down on the stool and pull my guitar around, playing a few cords. I stop and wipe my sweaty hands on my jeans and look out at the crowd, look out at Brooklyn. We lock eyes and I swear my heart almost bursts out of my chest. Suddenly, everything goes black and I take a deep breath. The spotlight hits me and even though I can’t see her, I feel her eyes on me.
“City lights, Empire State nights,
Her smile, her laugh, my heart beating fast,
It's like I have her one minute, lose her the next,
It's confusing, it's frustrating, I simply accept,
She’s changed me without knowing,
My heart aches without showing,
Why’d you walk away?
I want to show her with my body how fucking beautiful she is,
Maybe I pushed the limits a little bit, but I didn’t cross any lines,
I didn’t kiss her when I wanted nothing more than to taste her lips,
I didn’t run my hands all over her body when I wanted nothing more than to learn every curve,
I didn’t bring her to my bed and worship her the way she deserves,
She’s changed me without knowing,
My heart aches without showing,
Why’d you walk away?
The thought of her leaving is killing me, I can’t bear it,
I want her here, with me forever,
We may not have crossed any lines physically, but my heart did,
I fell for her,
She’s changed me without knowing,
My heart aches without showing,
Why’d you walk away?
You wanted to know my dream, well here it is,
Just over the Brooklyn Bridge.”
I finish playing the last few cords of the song and the spotlight goes off. It’s completely dark and suddenly the sound is deafening. They loved it. I feel the guys come stand next to me and the lights come back on. We all stand there and wave, high five fans and sign a few things before we walk off stage. I tried looking at Brooklyn, but I couldn’t find her and my heart sinks. She fucking left again.
Walking off stage I feel defeated, wrecked. Twice I’ve put myself out there and twice I’ve been rejected. The guys are excited, yelling behind me about how fucking awesome the show was. Normally, I’m right there with them, but right now I just want to go back to the bus, get drunk and pass out. I don’t want to go celebrate or even talk about the fact she walked away.
“Seriously Fitz, that song kicked ass. They loved it,” Nate says, slapping my back.
I give him a small grin and nod my head. I know the crowd loved it that much was evident. It’s the one person I wanted to love it, didn’t. We head into the bigger room and meet up with the opening act. They come over telling us how great the show was and I put on a fake smile and tell them they kicked ass.
I feel a hand on my shoulder and spin around. “Come here for a second,” Poppy says, motioning toward the door.
Christ, just what I need, her sympathy. I follow her though, because maybe the label wants to talk or something. We get into the hallway and it’s bustling with energy and people. Roadies breaking the show down, people from the venue rushing around to keep things flowing and fans that have back stage access. I look at Poppy and raise my eyebrows. “What’s up?”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pull you away, but I need you to help me with something,” she says and starts walking to the small room we started in. I follow behind, stopping a few times to snap some pictures. “Come on Fitz,” she yells and I apologize and catch up to her. She opens the door and I stop dead in my tracks when Brooklyn turns around. I look from her to Poppy and back again. “I’ll leave you two alone,” she says and closes the door.
Brooklyn looks at me and starts chewing on her lip. Fuck, I’m done waiting. I rush to her and slam my mouth on hers, wrapping my arms around her to pull her close. She lets out a soft moan and I lick her plump bottom lip, seeking entrance. She doesn’t hesitate and the second our tongues collide for the first time, my world flips upside down. She tastes better than I even imagined and I know in that moment, I will never let her go. I run my hands up into her hair and deepen the kiss, letting her feel how much I care about her. Her hands wrap around my neck and her fingers dig into my shoulders.
The kiss is endless. It’s slow, sweet and the most defining moment I’ve ever had. She has no idea how she owns me and right now I’m trying to let her know. I move my hands out of her hair and let them rest on her back, before slowly pulling away from her. I kiss her lips a few times before I break the kiss completely.
I search her emerald eyes and push a piece of hair out of the way. “Fuck Brooklyn, I missed you so much.”
She smiles at me and my heart beat triples. “Fitz, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I walked away, I’m sorry it took me so long to get here,” she whispers, breathlessly.
“Brooklyn, I’d wait forever for you,” I say, meaning every word.
She searches my eyes and pushes up on her toes, giving me a quick kiss. Much too quick. “That song, it was beautiful and heartbreaking. I loved it and as soon as it was over I called Poppy to come back here. I needed to see you,” she says, smiling.
Damn that smile could get me to do just about anything. I refuse to let go of her, in fact I pull her even closer. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, but I need to know if you are Brooklyn. I can’t watch you walk away again.”
“Hank and I broke up,” she says, trying to hide her grin.
I lightly tug her hair to have her look at me and search her face. “Don’t fuck with me Brooklyn.”
“I’m not. We broke up. I decided I wanted more out of life.” She looks down and I use my finger this time to lift her chin.
“What do you want?” I ask, fucking hoping for only one answer.
She takes a deep breath and blushes. “You.”
That’s it, that’s all I need to hear. Fuck the rest of my night, fuck the after party, fuck the signing. She wants me, she fucking wants me. I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist, resting her arms around my neck.
“You have me baby, you’ve had me from the minute you smiled at me,” I say and push my lips to hers again. I’ll never get enough of her, never get my fill, but I’ll spend the rest of my life trying. She breaks the kiss, breathing heavily and I smile. “We have so much to talk about, so much to figure out, but tonight I need to worship you. I need to finally touch you, taste you and make love to you.” I’ve never in my life made love to someone, I fuck but tonight, my first time with Brooklyn I’ll be doing just that. She deserves to have her bod
y worshipped and I’m more than ready to do it. I let her slide down my body, as I place her back to the floor and damn my cock is hard as a rock. I’m so ready, until I look at her face. Fuck. “You’re not ready are you?”
She looks up at me and shakes her head. “Fitz, I’m more than ready. I’m just nervous. I’m not like these other women you’ve been with.”
I kiss her lips and hold her face in my hands. “Goddamn right you aren’t.” Grabbing her hand, I link our fingers together and smile. “Ready to get out of here?”
“Yes,” she says and squeezes my fingers with hers.
I open the door and lead her as quickly as I can to the back door leading outside. I know if I am spotted, it will hold this up and I’ve waited long enough. I keep my head down and just push through everyone, making sure to never let go of her hand. When we get to the door, the security guard places his hand on my chest and I look up at him.
“Shit, sorry Fitz. Go ahead,” he says and opens the door for us.
Once outside, I feel a bit better, but we still need to make it to the bus without being seen. “Remember how we ran from the paparazzi?” She nods her head and I grin. “We need to do it again. Ready?”
After she agrees, we run toward the bus. There are people all over; paparazzi, groupies, and fans. I need to get her on the bus safely and without being surrounded by them all. My heart pounds, but not in the way I want it to, it’s because I’m nervous. Nervous that we will once again be photographed, that the groupies will spread rumors about her and that the fans will ask too many questions. I just want to get her safely inside the bus and deal with everything else tomorrow.
The bus is steps away and I yell to Tony to open the door. He does and I push her in front of me, I want her on first. She climbs the steps and once she’s inside I close the door behind us and lock it. I breathe a sigh of relief, thankful that at least for tonight, I’ve got her.
“Fitz, this is not what I pictured. It’s really nice,” she says, looking around.
“Thanks. It’s nothing like being at home, but it is our home for the next few weeks.” I want to carry her to the bedroom and strip her down, but I’ll do this on her terms, on her pace. “Down the hall here are bunks, the bathroom and the bedroom is at the end. We spend most of our time out here though.”
She giggles and looks down the hall. “Who gets the bedroom?”
I give her a wink and cross my arms. “I do.”
She shakes her head and begins to chew her lip, she’s nervous.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“No, thanks,” she says and moves a step closer to me. I can see the heat in her eyes and I’m sure as hell not going to deny her or let her make the first move.
I move to her and wrap my arms around her and slowly bring my lips to hers. I don’t even need to seek permission because her tongue connects with mine immediately. I rest my hands on her ass and pull her against me, deepening the kiss. She lets out a soft moan and I swallow it down, hoping it is the first of many. She holds onto my arms and her touch sears my skin. I need her.
I break the kiss and we’re both breathless. “Brooklyn, are you sure you want to do this. I don’t want you to feel pressured in any way,” I say, rubbing my hand up and down her back.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.” She gives me a sexy grin and I feel my cock push against my jeans.
I lift her up and carry her down the hall, pushing open the bedroom door. I close it behind us and place her down. “You need to tell me if at any point you are uncomfortable or want to stop.”
She reaches up and cups my cheek in her hand. “Fitz, I’m sure…” she starts, but I cut her off.
“Please, just agree that you’ll tell me.”
Nodding her head, she wraps her arms around me. “I promise.”
We hold onto each other for a while. However the longer I have my arms around her, her scent circling me and her body pressed against mine, the more turned on I get. Slowly I pull away and I look down at her. She knows exactly where my head is, because she simply nods.
I run my hands down to the hem of her black tank top, and grab it. Slowly I lift it up and pull it over her head, dropping it on the floor. Seeing her in her black bra makes my cock painfully hard. Her tits are still covered and my mouth is watering with the need to suck on them. I focus on getting the rest of her clothes off before I do that, so I reach forward and unbutton her jeans. Slowly pulling the zipper down, and push them to the floor. She steps out of them and for the first time I’m seeing her in nothing but her bra and panties. She is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“Brooklyn, you take my breath away. You are stunning baby,” I say, as my eyes race over her body.
“Thank you,” she shyly whispers and goes to cover herself.
I shake my head and push her hands down. “Don’t cover up in front of me. You have nothing to be ashamed of. I’m so turned on just looking at you that I’m having a hard time taking this slow.”
Wanting her to feel more comfortable, I pull my shirt off and step out of my jeans. The way she is taking me in, like she is trying to memorize me, feels so intimate. She looks up to my face and blushes. “Sorry.”
Damn this girl has no idea. “Brooklyn, don’t apologize to me. Having you look at me like that, it is so fucking sexy.” I step toward her and she inhales. I’m not sure if it’s excitement or fear at this point, but I sure as fuck intend to find out. She backs up until the back of her knees hit the bed. “Climb on the bed, beautiful.”
She does as I say and the sight of her on this bed is overwhelming. I’ve imagined it so many times since we got back on the bus, that it doesn’t seem real. Her chest raises and falls, she presses her legs together and her hands grip the comforter. It’s just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I climb on the bed and on top of her, looking down into her emerald gems. I lean forward and capture her lips, letting my tongue explore her mouth once more.
I support myself with one hand and use the other to get to know her body. I trail it down her arm, up her stomach, between her tits and back to her shoulder. She quivers beneath me and it is so hot. She’s so receptive to my touch and I fucking love it, considering I haven’t touched her yet. I break the kiss and look down at her. “I’m going to take off your bra, is that alright?”
She doesn’t say anything, just nods her head. I reach around her and unclasp it before pulling it down her arms. Seeing her pink, hard nipples beckoning for me is almost too much. I cup each one and give a gentle squeeze. She lets out a soft moan and my cock pulses with need. I dip my head and place soft kisses on both her breasts, before I lick them. She arches her back and I take advantage and suck one of her nipples into my mouth.
“Oh God,” she moans.
Repeating the same to her other breast and I realize that not only are her tits perfect, but they are real and feel amazing. Continuing to show them homage as she thrashes under me. The need to taste her consumes me at this point. Cupping her now wet breasts, gazing at her flushed face while I gently squeeze. “Brooklyn, I’m going to take off your panties. I need to taste you baby.” She widens her eyes, searching mine before casting them down as she starts chewing on her lip. Dipping my brows in confusion, I reach forward lifting her chin. “What’s wrong?” She drops her eyes again, biting her plump lip harder. It suddenly hits me and I feel like an asshole. “Oh baby, no one’s ever eaten this sweet pussy before have they?”
She blushes a bright red and shakes her head, tossing her shiny brown hair over her shoulders. “No,” she whispers.
I move my mouth close to her ear and whisper, “Good, I’ll be the only one to know how fucking sweet you taste.” Kissing a path down her body, making sure to touch or kiss every inch of her soft, silky skin, until I reach the top of her panties. I can smell how turned on she is and fuck I’m trying to control myself. Hooking my fingers inside, I slide them down her legs and toss them over my shoulder. This is it, this is th
e moment I’ve been wanting for months now. Seeing Brooklyn naked and spread out before me. This stunning image is one I won’t forget. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” I say, before crawling between her legs.
I push her legs open wider and I can feel her trying to squeeze them shut. I gently keep them spread with my hands and see what I can only describe as paradise. Her glistening, freshly shaved, pink pussy is calling for me. After staring a few more seconds, I lean forward and lick from her ass to her clit.
“Holy shit,” she yells out, bucking off the bed.
I don’t stop though, I couldn’t if I tried. I lick at her slowly at first, but I begin to pick up speed. Her taste is even more than I thought it would be. It’s delicious and tastes sweeter than honey. I continue to lick at her while she moans and fists the blanket in her hands. I lick at her clit softly and she screams out. I know she won’t last long, so I need to make sure her orgasm is epic. I push one finger inside her while I lick at her clit.
“Oh God, Fitz,” she moans out, pushing against my finger.
I push in another finger and fuck her with them, while I lick on her clit. She’s close I can feel her squeezing my fingers already. I pick up my pace and suck on her harder.
“Fitz,” she yells, when her release crashes over her.
I remove my fingers and lick up everything she has to give. Having her taste in my mouth will be something I’ll yearn for now. When she comes down from her euphoric high, I climb up her body and lean down, pressing my lips to hers. She actually moans when she tastes herself on me and I know I can’t hold out much longer. Breaking the kiss I look down into her eyes that are so full of emotion and smile. “You taste so sweet, but I need to be inside you. Please?” As soon as she nods her head I reach over to grab a condom that is by the bed. She closely watches me roll it on myself and when I grin at her she blushes. I lay back on top of her and kiss the tip of her nose, while my cock is at her entrance, begging to enter. “I’ll go slow, I promise.”
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