by Opal Carew
“Just make sure we’re not disturbed.” He winked at Melanie as they stepped away from the desk.
Melanie felt totally conspicuous in her denim skirt and white camisole as they walked to the row of elevators. Two women in cocktail dresses and expensive jewelry followed them into the elevator. The elevator hummed as it moved, then the door opened at eighteen.
“This is our floor,” Storm said.
They walked down the hall and stopped in front of a double door, then Storm slipped in the keycard. When they stepped inside, Melanie’s eyes widened. The entrance to the suite had hardwood floors, a high dark wood table with a lamp, and a large bathroom off to the left, then they stepped into a huge living space with a couch and chairs, a bar at the end, and a dining table that would seat eight. To the right was a door that she presumed led to the bedroom.
She gazed at Storm and realized she was totally alone with him in a hotel room. A shiver of anticipation danced down her spine and her heart rate accelerated. He tossed the keycard on the table and turned to her with a smile.
“Finally I have you all to myself.” He led her to the living room and took her in his arms for a deep kiss. Then he sat down on the couch, stretching his arm across the back in invitation for her to join him.
Instead, she glanced around at their posh surroundings.
“So in this place, are you Storm, the musician, or Rafe Ranier, billionaire businessman?”
“What would the difference be?” he asked with a smile.
“Well, if you were Rafe Ranier, I might be embarrassed to do this.” She grasped the hem of her camisole and raised it, baring her midriff. His eyes lit up as she revealed her naked breasts, then pulled the top all the way off and tossed aside the bit of lace and cotton.
“Storm. I’m definitely Storm,” he insisted, staring at her chest.
She laughed and stroked her fingertips over the tattoo on her breast as she sauntered toward him. His intense gaze sent need quivering through her.
“You said you wanted a closer look at my tattoo.” She stopped in front of him, her breast at his eye level.
He touched her breast with one calloused fingertip and traced the outline of the bluebird. Heat shimmered through her.
“It’s beautiful.”
She smiled and stepped out of her sandals, then unfastened her skirt and dropped it to the floor. Now she stood before him in only her skimpy turquoise lace panties. His appreciative gaze sent her confidence soaring, and as much as she wanted to fling herself into his arms, she wanted to revel in it a bit longer. She tucked her hands behind her head and stretched, thrusting her bosom forward. Then she turned and walked away, with a sway to her hips.
“Right back.” She sauntered to the bar and opened the fridge, then grabbed a bottle of imported beer. She opened it, then walked toward him again, pressing the cold bottle to her chest. His gaze locked on the bottle nestled between her breasts and she smiled seductively as she glided it across her breast, then over the nipple, which immediately tightened to a hard nub.
She perched on his denim-clad knees, curling one hand around his neck.
“You must be thirsty after your long, hard performance on stage.” She wriggled her behind, definitely feeling something long and hard beneath her.
She held the open bottle to his lips and he took it from her and gulped it back. Then his head lowered to her breast.
Shock pulsed through her at the feel of his cool lips surrounding her nipple, then cold, bubbly beer washing against her sensitive nub. He swallowed, then licked her other nipple with his cold tongue. She wrapped both arms around his neck and he kissed her lips, his beer-flavored tongue swirling inside her mouth.
She smiled. “I can’t believe a big rock star like you chose me from among all those other women,” she said, falling into the role of a groupie. She nuzzled his neck.
“That’s right, baby. You were just too sexy to turn down.” His hand stroked over her breast, then his thumb rolled over the nipple. Excitement danced through her. “Especially after you flashed these beautiful tits of yours.”
“I’m so glad you chose me,” she said breathlessly. “This is a fantasy come true.” She nuzzled his ear. “It’s something I’ve always dreamed about, but never thought would actually happen.”
He smiled, his blue eyes glittering. “Tell me, do you touch yourself when you dream of me?”
She smiled shyly. “Yes … but I’d rather touch you.”
She slid from his lap and crouched in front of him, watching the heat simmering in his eyes as she slowly unzipped him.
“I’ll do anything you want,” she said. “I’m here for your pleasure.”
He leaned back on the couch, then crossed his hands behind his head. “Why don’t you prove it then? Show me what you can do.”
She reached inside his boxers and wrapped her hand around the hot steel shaft hidden within. When she drew it out, she almost gasped.
She knew from the previous encounter that he was big, but seeing his cock up close in the light was amazing. It was thick and long, with veins pulsing along the side. Her fingers barely fit around it.
“Am I too big for you? Because if I am, I can arrange for another girl to come in here,” he teased.
“Oh no.” She met his heated gaze with one of her own. “This is all mine.”
She reached for his bottle of beer and took a sip, then with the cold liquid still in her mouth, she stretched her lips around the bulbous tip and took it in her mouth.
“Shit, that feels so—”
But he groaned as she began to suck.
He tangled his fingers in her hair as she glided down his shaft a little. The feel of his big, hard cock in her mouth made her tremble with desire. She clenched her thighs together in need, longing for him to thrust inside her.
Still holding his erection with one hand, she cupped his soft balls in the other and lightly squeezed them, then caressed. His head fell back against the couch, and the sight of the heat blazing from his eyes sent her hormones surging. She leaned down and licked one sac. At his soft moan, a deep sense of satisfaction washed through her, knowing how much she was pleasing him. She drew it into her mouth and teased it with her tongue.
“Oh, yeah, baby.” He cupped her head, his tense fingers stretched along her scalp.
His breathing accelerated as she moved her hand up and down his cock, feeling the soft skin glide over the steel shaft beneath. Excitement danced through her as she teased his sac with her tongue, then sucked in light pulses.
His pelvis arched and she could tell he was close.
She drew back, but his fingers flexed and he pressed her to him again.
“Oh, baby, don’t stop.”
Something about having the powerful man at her mercy spiked her desire higher, and she moaned against his flesh. She took the other ball in her mouth and squeezed the two together, still stroking his cock.
He tensed and she bolted to his cockhead and took it in her mouth a split second before he erupted in a blast of white-hot liquid. She sucked as he pulsed into her, stroking his shaft with her hand.
Finally, he collapsed on the couch.
She tipped her head and smiled at him.
“I think you liked that.”
He opened his eyes and growled, then she found herself flipped onto her back on the couch, with him crouching on the floor beside her. He grabbed the beer bottle, which he’d deposited on the side table and held it over her, then tipped it. A dribble of cool amber liquid filled her belly button. He then swooped down and lapped it up. As his tongue continued to pulse into her navel, she felt him glide her panties down, then flick them off. She gazed at him as he kissed her stomach, moving downward. When his cool tongue lapped over her moist folds, she sucked in a breath.
He stared at her pinkness with a grin on his face. He grasped her knees and tucked them over his broad shoulders, then used his thumbs to separate her folds and poured beer onto her. It pooled in her opening and she gasped at th
e coldness, then again at his hot tongue lapping the liquid and licking her. Then he drove his tongue into her passage, sending heat rushing through her.
He sucked the beer from her, then found her clit and teased it with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh, Storm. Yes.” Her fingers curled through his hair as she drew him closer.
He licked and sucked her little button and she gasped as intense pleasure swelled through her. She writhed beneath him, then moaned as a powerful orgasm blasted through her.
She arched and rode the wave, then finally collapsed. When she opened her eyes, she saw that his cock stood fully erect again, and she expected him to prowl over her and glide inside her, but instead, he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom.
The bed was soft beneath her back. He stepped back and stared at her. She was fully naked and he was still dressed, his cock jutting out of his unzipped jeans. He tugged off his T-shirt and tossed it aside, revealing his sculpted, tattooed chest, then stripped off his pants and boxers in one swift motion.
He walked toward her, magnificent in his nakedness, his muscles rippling.
She could hardly believe this was really happening. She’d wanted to be with Rafe Ranier for so long. That was heaven enough, but this … this was Storm, and being with him was beyond anything she’d ever dreamed possible.
Her insides ached at the sight of his long cock bobbing up and down. She wanted it inside her, filling her completely. She wanted him to grind into her, plunging inside until she screamed his name.
But he didn’t prowl over her and thrust inside as she expected. He lay down beside her and stroked her hair from her face.
“You are so beautiful.”
She smiled. “Do you say that to all your groupies?”
But he didn’t laugh. He shook his head. “You are very special, and someone I’ve wanted to get to know for a long time.”
She leaned up on her elbow. “Then why didn’t you?”
But she knew why. She’d worked for him.
“I didn’t want to ruin our working relationship, but more than that. I guess I didn’t feel worthy.”
Shock vaulted through her. “What? How could you not be worthy?”
His lips compressed. “You know what my father was like.”
She had worked for Rafe when his father was still alive. The man had been stern and authoritative. He had been hard to be around. Very critical and demanding. And totally uncompromising.
“I was never good enough for him. Not me. Not my friends. And no woman I ever dated. Even if we hadn’t had the boss-secretary thing between us, I never would have wanted to drag you into a situation like that. He would have wound up driving you away.”
“But you dated other women back then.”
“Never seriously.” He stroked her hair behind her ear. “And I guess I always realized there could be something serious between us. That’s why I just decided you were off-limits.”
She just stared at his sky blue eyes, glowing with warmth. Could she dare hope it was true?
His lips captured hers in a warm, sweet kiss. Her arms swept around him and she held him close as his tongue curled over hers and undulated in a dance of passion. She arched against him, wanting to feel his body against hers, then reached down and grasped his thick cock and glided it over her thighs. He rolled over her, holding his weight on his elbows as she guided his thick cock between her legs. When it nudged her slick flesh, he pressed forward, stretching her opening as he glided inside. Their gazes locked as he pressed deeper inside her. Then deeper still. Her eyelids flicked closed briefly as pleasure shimmered through her, then she opened them again to meet his gaze.
Once he was fully inside her, he continued to watch her. There was a depth of emotion she couldn’t read. Then he drew back and surged deep again, taking her breath away.
He moved in a fluid rhythm, smooth as silk as he filled her deeply again and again. She clung to his broad shoulders as his cock pumped into her, stoking her desire to a feverish pitch. Her fingernails dug into his flesh as a surge of pleasure rushed through her, then she gasped, and moaned long and loud.
He thrust faster, driving her pleasure higher.
“Oh, God. I’m going to …” She sucked in a breath, as bliss seared through her. “Oh, Storm.” She tightened her grip on his shoulders. “Yes.”
She wailed as he flung her to ecstasy.
He continued to pump into her, then groaned his own release.
Finally, he dropped onto her, then rolled to his side, still holding her close. She could hear his rapidly beating heart. She lay there contentedly, listening to it slow to normal, along with his breathing. Her eyelids fell closed as her excitement turned to a blissful elation, then she dozed off.
***
Melanie opened her eyes to the bright sunshine. Storm’s arm was tossed over his head, and her gaze glided along the tattoos adorning his arms, then across his chest. She still couldn’t believe she’d finally lived out her fantasy of being with him.
His eyes opened and he smiled. “Hey, there.”
She smiled back. “Hi.”
“What were you thinking about so intensely?”
“Oh, just …” She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Sure it does. Tell me.”
“I was just thinking how lucky I am. Last night was incredible.”
He chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. “Hey, I was pretty lucky, too.”
She laughed. “Why? You didn’t get to sleep with a hunky, burgeoning rock star last night.”
“Maybe not, but I got to be with you.” He tugged her to him and kissed her, then rolled her over, their mouths still joined.
She ran her hand over his rock-hard chest, loving the feel of him ravaging her mouth with his tongue, his body pinning her to the bed.
“Is that all you were thinking?” he asked once he released her mouth.
“I’ve wanted this to happen between us for a long time,” she admitted.
“So you’re saying you lusted after me when I was your boss?”
“Well, of course. You were the sexiest boss in the world.”
“So we both finally got smart and pursued our mutual attraction.” His lips brushed hers. “It was worth the wait. I’m glad you picked me for that wild, crazy fling you talked about.”
Doubts suddenly flared inside her. Now that they’d crossed the line and ended up in bed together, what came next?
He stroked her hair back from her face. “Melanie, you did realize that I’m not looking for a commitment right now, didn’t you? I mean, after the disaster of a relationship I had with Jessica, I’m not ready for more than that right now.”
She shook her head. “Oh, of course. I get that.”
But her heart sank. She had been hoping it was more than a fling. Especially when he’d acted so possessive of her around Travis.
Now that she’d finally experienced what she’d dreamed of for so long, she knew for sure it wasn’t a simple crush, or infatuation. She had real feelings for him. If, or rather, when it ended between them, how would she get over him?
***
Storm drove the bike along the highway heading back to the city, Melanie’s arms tight around his waist.
What the hell had he been thinking? He really liked Melanie, and last night had been incredibly intense and sexy, but was he leading her on? Of course, he wanted to keep seeing her … and sleeping with her … but was that really fair to her? After the disaster of a relationship with Jessica, he wasn’t ready to jump into relationship-land again. Even with a woman as fun and delightful as Melanie.
On the other hand, to stop now would make Melanie feel like a discarded one-night stand. And he didn’t want to stop. Hopefully, they could continue a casual relationship and still remain friends.
***
The bell over the door rang as Melanie returned to the back with the bucket and mop she’d used to clean up the cream that had spilled all over the floor when a customer had a
ccidentally knocked over a full jug. There were about six customers in line, but both Sue and Karen, the manager, were on bar, so everything was well in hand.
“Hey, Melanie. There’s a hot guy here to see you.”
Melanie glanced up at Sue, who’d popped her head in the doorway.
“Storm’s here?” She smiled, despite her concern that Karen would be annoyed at her having a friend stop by to see her.
“No, not Storm. This is a new incredibly sexy hunk.” Sue grinned. “Man, you’ve got to tell me where you’ve been hanging out, because I definitely want to get me one of those.”
Melanie washed her hands, then hurried to the front, wondering who it might be.
She glanced around as she stepped through the doorway.
“Hi, Melanie.”
She turned toward the vaguely familiar voice and was shocked to see Storm’s friend, Travis, stand up from one of the small round tables near the cash register. In his jeans and sleeveless T-shirt, his muscular arms and shoulders were on full display. He looked tough, but very sexy.
Unlike Storm’s tattoo-laden arms, Travis had one snake tattoo encircling his bicep. His longish sandy hair was unkempt, in a stylish way, and his strong jaw was shadowed with whiskers.
“Oh, hi. How are you doing?” Why in the world was Travis here?
Storm’s words echoed through her head. Travis and I are good friends, but if he could steal you away, he would. It’’s just a weird rivalry that started between us when we were on the road.
His smile was boyish and wickedly sexy at the same time.
“I wanted to know if you’d join me for lunch.”
“Well, I’m not sure if—”
“Oh, my God. You’re Travis, the lead singer of Savage Kiss.” A young woman who’d been sitting with two friends at a table a few feet away bolted to her feet and rushed over. “I saw your show last week. You were amazing.”
Travis smiled. “Thanks, darlin’.”
She thrust a menu at him. “Can I get your autograph?”
“Oh, me, too,” one of her friends said. Both young women had joined her and they were crowding around him.
He signed autographs for all three of them, and a few other people who came over.
