by Paris Rose
“Oh my gawd! What the hell was that? What have you gotten me into Brandon?” I playfully teased.
“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to come here. It’s your boy who’s staying here,” Brandon teased back.
As if on cue, Trevor came down the stairs from the bar area. He was walking quickly and he seemed preoccupied. I stared at him in awe. An exhilarating heat washed over me and I became light-headed. He quickly brushed by me, then he turned around and doubled back.
“Hey, Giavanna? Is that you?”
“Hey Trevor, what are you doing here?” I asked as nonchalantly as possible.
“We were supposed to do a short set tonight, but my bandmates are totally inebriated. We can’t go on. Vin is completely out of his mind, and my drummer is puking in the bathroom. I’m kind of having a fucked up night, but now that you’re here, I’m feeling a little better.” He looked me up and down with an impish grin on his face. I loved the twinkle in his eye.
“Glad I could help,” I uttered, barely able to breathe.
“Hey, who’s this?” Trevor pointed at Brandon.
“This is my friend Brandon, from the reality show L.A. Life.”
“Hey, Trevor Dunaway! I love your work, man.”
“Thanks.” Trevor and Brandon bumped fists.
“It sounds like you had a rough night man. Can I buy you a shot?” Brandon asked.
“Thanks, but for once in my life, I’m going to have to pass. I’ve already had too many.”
“No problem. I know how that goes.” Brandon chuckled, pulling out his phone. “Hey, Gia, my buddy is texting me. He’s up by the bar. You going to be all right?”
“Yeah, I’m good. Maybe I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Cool. Later.” And with that, Brandon disappeared up the stairs, leaving Trevor and I alone.
Trevor placed his hand on the small of my back and guided me away from the staircase and around a dark corner. His touch was warm, but it sent chills up my spine. We stood alone in the shadows of a long, dim corridor. I rested my back against the wall to brace myself. It seems every time Trevor was around I had trouble doing basic things like standing and breathing. He literally knocked me off my feet and took my breath away.
“What are you doing here? This doesn’t seem like a place you would frequent.” Trevor stared at me intently without averting his gaze.
“My friend Brandon dragged me here. I figured I’d see someplace new while I was on vacation.” I was certain he could see through my lies. He seemed to have an all-knowing power.
“Hmmm…I see.” He let me off the hook.
“I believe that nothing happens by accident. Maybe it was meant for us to bump into each other here.” I smiled nervously.
He placed both of his arms on either side of me so I was pinned between the warmth of his body and the coolness of the wall. “Now, I don’t know about that. You probably shouldn’t be here. Unless you want to get me in trouble.”
He glanced downward and I followed his gaze below his waist. I could see he was starting to become aroused from standing so close to me. My heart raced. I felt as if I was melting into the wall. I instinctively pushed my hips forward to meet his. I could feel him through his jeans. A volatile warmth started between my legs and spread throughout my entire body. He pressed into me, hard.
“I’ve never been one to shy away from trouble,” I teased playfully as our eyes locked. I held my breath and waited for his lips to meet mine. He brushed my hair behind my ear and leaned in slowly. I closed my eyes, not quite sure of what he was going to do next, but I knew it was going to blow my mind. I arched my back in anticipation of more of his body coming into contact with mine. I felt his lips graze mine and for a moment it felt is if I defied gravity and I was floating outside of myself. I started to kiss him when he pulled back and pressed his cheek against mine.
“Giavanna, I can’t,” he whispered, with his cheek still pressed against mine. I crashed down from my lucid dream. I’m certain he felt my energy shift.
“Trevor, what’s going on?” My voice came out in a tone I didn’t recognize.
“Giavanna, you’re stunning, and charming, and cute and quirky, all rolled into one. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to you. But I don’t think this…what we’re doing right now is a good idea. You and I are two different people from two totally different worlds. And I’m not talking about money, I’m talking about lifestyle. I can tell we run in totally different crowds. I have to be honest. You’re awesome, and please forgive me for totally jumping the gun here, but I don’t know if anything between us could ever work out. Besides, you’d probably be better off not getting involved with someone like me. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
“Well, isn’t that noble of you?” I asked sarcastically. I looked at him squarely. “I’m a big girl, Trevor. I don’t need you to protect me. I know what I want, and I know you want it, too.” I pressed my body against him and leaned in close, practically begging for him to kiss me. I felt his muscles tense. He leaned in, and just as his lips were about to touch mine he sighed and backed away again. He took my hand and guided it between his legs. His body told a different story than the words coming out of his mouth. I could feel his desire for me aching in the palm of my hand.
“Look, there is no doubt that I want you. The body never lies. But it’s not a good idea. Trust me. And I can’t anyway. I’m kind of seeing someone and she’s here with me tonight. No one too serious, but I don’t want to be disrespectful to her. One of my business partners introduced us, and everyone is really hoping we become official. My business partners are all married, so they have been pressuring me to meet someone. And my publicist insists that I need to have a woman on my arm for the sake of my image. I wish that she and I weren’t under the microscope, but that’s show biz. You always have to put on a show whether you’re on stage or not. It’s complicated. We’ll talk about you and I later, at a better time. I don’t want to jump right into something physical with you. If we’re going to do anything at all I want to get to know you. I can tell there is so much to you. You’re worth so much more than a quick hook up in a hallway.” He opened his mouth to continue speaking but I cut him off.
“Okay, Trevor. You don’t want to do anything with me. I get it.” My voice cracked.
“That’s not what I said, Giavanna.” His words came out strong and firm.
“Whatever.” I pushed him away from me.
“Don’t be upset. I’m definitely not worth being upset over.”
“I’m fine.”
“Do you want to grab brunch tomorrow and talk? I want to see you again, just not like this. We could have some mimosas in Malibu.” He smiled. A long silence hung between us.
“I don’t know. Can I think about it?” I struggled to keep my voice steady.
“Sure. What’s your number?” He put my number in his cell. “I have to get out of here but I’ll text you tomorrow to see if you’ll accept my invitation. I really hope you do.” He said sweetly. He gave me a hug before he disappeared into the long corridor, down another flight of stairs. I didn’t take my eyes off of him until he was swallowed by the darkness. I turned in the opposite direction toward the stairs that led to the bar. My head was spinning. I was so drawn to Trevor’s mysterious complexity but he was right, we were from two separate worlds, and if we tried to be anything more than acquaintances, things could get difficult for both of us, especially if the media got involved. But why should we let the pressures of the industry keep us apart? Trevor was all about playing by his own rules. He said it in every interview. And I was the poster child for non-conformity. I had more I wanted to say to him that couldn’t wait until tomorrow. I about-faced and walked the length of the dark corridor after Trevor, but he had already disappeared.
I made my way to a short set of stairs. When I got to the bottom of the staircase there was another hallway that had a dead end. The dead end was a red velvet curtain. I didn’t know where I was going or where Trev
or had disappeared to so I just walked toward the curtain to see what was on the other side. As I approached the curtain, I heard voices. I slowed down and walked more quietly.
“Where have you been Trevor? I was looking for you,” a woman’s voice said sharply.
“Just talking to some people. You know we had to cancel the show.”
I discreetly pulled back the edge of the curtain and peeped into a candlelit lair. Trevor and a woman that I hadn’t seen around before were there alone. The woman was tall, with light blue eyes that were lined with dark eyeliner and several layers of dark mascara. Her long shiny hair was so platinum blonde it was almost white. She wore a red and black lace corset, a tight black leather mini skirt, and knee-high stiletto boots. She reminded me of a cross between a porn star and a dominatrix. I was intrigued. I watched her move closer to Trevor.
“Oh yeah, I heard. That’s too bad,” the woman cooed. “I missed you, baby.” She caressed his arm and bit her lower lip seductively.
Trevor took her hand in his. “Let’s get out of here, Christina.”
“No. I want you, right here, right now.” She pouted with a devious glow in her eye.
“I’m tired, babe. It’s late. Let’s head up to our room and get some rest.” Trevor tugged her toward the curtain. I backed away into the shadows so they couldn’t see me.
“I have barely seen you all night and now you want to go to bed. That’s not like you at all. Just let me serve you tonight Trevor. It’ll make you sleep better. I promise.”
He opened his mouth as if to object, but her lips were already on his. He was hesitant at first, but then he began to return her kisses with an escalating passion, as her hands roamed all over his athletic body. I was a little jealous watching him embrace her and kiss her the way I wanted him to kiss me, but I also began to get turned on as I watched the both of them become more aroused.
She kissed his neck and pressed her full bosom against him. Her hands moved from the small of his back to his ass. He let out a primitive growl as she dug her nails into his bottom. She slowly slid her body down the length of his torso until she was on the floor kneeling before him. She began to unfasten his belt. I watched as his breath quickened with anticipation. The rhythm of my heart beat seemed to match his rapid breathing. She pushed his pants to the floor as she lifted his shirt with her other hand. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. The realization made my heart skip a beat. My jaw dropped as I admired the perfection of his rock hard cock.
“I can’t wait to serve you Trevor. I’m going to please you like you’ve never been pleased before.” She looked up at him adoringly.
“Mmmm, Christina. I love the way you talk to me.” He stroked her hair.
She took him in her mouth. Trevor’s face was so alluring when he was aroused. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He closed his eyes and threw his head back. He opened his mouth in a silent fit of passion. I was completely enthralled watching every movement of his face. My knees became weak as I watched his upper lip quiver. Christina was using both her hands and her mouth to please Trevor, and he was loving every minute of it. I was vicariously enjoying his pleasure. He began to gently thrust his hips forward. I enjoyed watching his cock slide in and out of Christina’s mouth. I looked back at his face, and his eyes were heavy with desire now. Christina placed her hands on either side of Trevor’s thighs, and took the entire length of his manhood in her mouth, as he continued to push his hips forward. He winced suddenly, and then a big smile spread across his beautiful face.
“Oh Christiiinnnaaa, you know what happens when you use your teeth,” he chuckled.
“What are you gonna do about it?” she teased, biting his abdomen as she stroked his hardness with her hand.
In what seemed like one fluid motion, he kicked his pants off from around his ankles and scooped Christina into his arms. He carried her to the plush sofa behind them. He laid her down and hovered above her.
“Bend over. You’re going to get what you deserve,” Trevor barked.
She dutifully bent over on all fours. He pushed her mini skirt up over her waist and exposed her black lace thong. He gave her bottom a firm swat. The sound of his hand coming in contact with her skin filled the entire room. He swatted her again, then again, harder this time. My heart raced as I watched him spank her. He bit and licked the soft flesh on her bottom before continuing to spank her. My head began to spin as I imagined I was in her place. He snapped her thong against her ass. She let out a surprised gasp.
“Take that off,” he commanded.
She obediently rolled over onto her back and slithered out of her thong. Trevor slid his hand between her thighs and pressed against her womanhood. I almost melted as I watched her squirm in delight. I was throbbing with desire. I felt so naughty looking in on them. I had never done anything like this before. It felt so good to be so bad. I quietly slid my hand beneath my dress and inside of my panties. I couldn’t take it anymore. I began to rub myself as I watched Trevor tease Christina with his fingers. She spread her legs, silently begging for more.
He slid his hands up her torso and over her breasts. He delicately undid her corset, one fish hook at a time, as if he was unwrapping a long-awaited present and he wanted to hover in the limbo of anticipation for as long as possible. He ran the heel of his palm between her breasts and over her belly before peeling her corset off and throwing it to the floor. She had smooth, full breasts with pronounced pink nipples. One was pierced. He ran his tongue in circles around her nipple then he took her piercing between his teeth and gently tugged. Her body writhed from the sensation. She grabbed a handful of his hair and guided his mouth to hers. They exchanged sloppy, sultry kisses. I could see their tongues play with each other outside of their mouths. I felt so devious, yet exhilarated, from watching them as I slipped a finger inside of myself.
Christina wriggled out of her mini skirt. She was nude except for her knee-high stiletto boots. Trevor peeled off his black vintage band tee and dropped it on the floor next to Christina’s skirt. He spread her legs with his knee and lowered his body between them. Trevor took his cock in his hand and rubbed it against her slick opening. She murmured his name and wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. I watched as he slowly penetrated her one inch at a time. She begged him to go deeper. He laughed and made her beg some more. I wanted him to fuck her good and hard, but not for her benefit, for my own. I couldn’t believe I was watching the sexy and mysterious Trevor Dunaway in such a private and uninhibited moment. Any bit of jealousy I had toward Christina was eclipsed by pure titillation.
As Christina rested her left foot on the floor, Trevor lifted her right leg so that it was draped over his shoulder, and he pleasured her with slow deep thrusts. I became so aroused as I watched his back muscles flex and his ass tighten with every thrust. I felt my own muscles tighten as I pushed two fingers in and out of my hot wetness.
Trevor’s rhythm gradually grew faster and more frenzied. Christina’s chest rose and fell from a combination of her heavy breathing and the force of Trevor’s thrusts. Christina’s uninhibited moans drowned out my own as I feverishly stroked my clit.
“You’re about to make me explode,” Trevor groaned. His voice was tense. He withdrew from between Christina’s legs and hovered above her chest while stroking himself. She rubbed her own clit. She breathed his name as she brought herself to climax. I continued touching myself as I watched Trevor rub the head of his cock with firm, quick strokes.
“Tell me to come, Christina,” Trevor growled.
“I want you to come for me, Trevor,” she cooed seductively.
“Say it again.”
“I want you to come all over me, baby,” Christina breathed.
Before she could finish her sentence, Trevor’s warm explosion saturated her chest. Trevor let out a string of expletives as he climaxed.
“Mmmm… I love when you do that,” Christina cooed.
Trevor grabbed a stack of cocktail napkins from the end table and hand
ed them to Christina. I straightened my clothing and dried my hand on my dress as Christina also cleaned herself up. I couldn’t wait to get back to my hotel room to finish pleasuring myself. I still couldn’t believe I just saw Trevor Dunaway having raw hot sex. Part of me wished I could be in Christina’s position that night, but the little voice inside told me I was lucky that Trevor wanted to wait and get to know me instead of just having sex with me.
I turned and walked down the hall toward the stairs. The hallway was darker than I remembered. I could barely see in front of me. I tried to find my way to the stairs, but as I slowly crept forward, I ran into what felt like a brick wall.
“Oh!” I gasped, startled. I looked up. It was Vin. I had run head on into his chest. I wonder how long he had been in the corridor with me. Had he been watching me as I was watching Trevor and Christina?
“Giavanna.”
“Vin?”
“What are you doing here?”
“Leaving. I got lost. I was trying to find my way out of here.”
“Good idea. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
I tried to get around Vin to get up the stairs, but he blocked me. I attempted to push past him in the opposite direction, and he blocked me again.
“Vin, please. Leave me alone. I’m trying to leave.”
“Why do you keep hanging around where you don’t belong, Giavanna?”
“Why do you hate me so much, Vin?”
“I don’t hate you. I just want you to leave Trevor alone. When he gets mixed up with the wrong girls, the band suffers. Trevor has his record labels and other businesses but all I have is the band so I have to protect it. I’ve heard about you. I know you’re going to ruin him and he’s going to take the band down with him, and I can’t let that happen.”
