by Nora Flite
I didn’t let go. I didn’t withdraw. I refused to stop kissing him because if I did, I might wake up. He settled around me, his arms wrapping over my shoulders as he pulled me in. My sensitive skin scraped over his cotton shirt; I felt every single fiber. He held me close and dammit, no one had ever smelled so perfect.
I opened my eyes, practically drunk on delight. I'd started to smile like a brainless fool.
There was a twinkle of mischief in his smirk. Sean snatched me up, carrying me into the main room and pushing me hard against the wall. The material shook—I wondered if anyone had heard it or my shocked squeal.
His soft, gentle kisses morphed into rougher, needy things. I pushed off the wall and kissed him back, determined to get as much of him as I could. I wanted him to see I could keep up with him. Whatever was going on here, I wasn't going to ruin it by shying away.
Besides... I was as eager as he was.
Grinding his hips on my bare leg, Sean groaned through his teeth. His hard-on burrowed into me, firm enough to leave a bruise. "Do you feel that?" he asked, guiding my hand down to the shape of his cock. "You've got me so damn hard."
Heat jumped between my thighs. I was glad I was wearing black panties—the one bit of clothing I had left on—since my wet spot would be less obvious. "Fuck, you're big," I chuckled nervously. Gliding my palm along his sweatpants, I explored his thick size.
He leaned in and kissed me again, this time on the side of my cheek. He moved down my jaw, curling down my neck, sending electric surges of delight all over my body. A tiny moan escaped me; I slapped a hand over my mouth. He either didn’t notice or didn’t care because he spent too much time at my neckline, still driving me mad.
I felt his hand on my leg and glanced down. Sweet mercy, yes. The visual of his lust-filled eyes gazing up at me from between my thighs caused me to tremble. His teeth raked down my skin to my knee—when I jumped, he grabbed my ankles and spread me wide.
"Stay," he commanded.
As if I could do anything else.
Nuzzling the inside of my knee, he stretched out on the bed and lowered his mouth to my hip. Nipping the black satin, he worked my panties down—the air cool over my hyper-sensitive swollen pussy.
Sean hissed and I felt the air move. "I've never seen such a perfect little pussy."
Blushing like a virgin, I dug my fingers into the expensive hotel blankets. His tongue flattened over my clit, stroking it lazily. Realizing he was taking his time had the opposite effect on me.
Flaring with sharp arousal, I shuddered. "Sean, that's amazing. I can't... fuck." I was babbling—my calm exterior had been failing me all day but this? I was a frazzled mess. My mouth opened in a silent scream. I started to sit up as my body tightened, my eyes scrunching as my head rolled back. The slightest whimper drifted off my lips.
I was so out of breath I was seeing spots. My entire brain was just nothing but a cloud of lust. His fingers wriggled, spreading my pussy as they reached where his tongue couldn't. I grabbed the comforter with my right hand and slapped frantically with my left. I bet I looked like I was holding my breath, maybe because I was.
With some vigorous strokes, Sean made my pussy tingle. I strangled his fingers, coming violently—my muscle fibers straining to keep me together at the seams. "Ah! Sean, I'm coming! I'm—ah, ah!"
“Wow,” he breathed out, his voice shaking. His fingertips caressed my inner roof, his thumb strumming my clit like he was playing guitar. “Don’t tell me you’re spent,” he teased.
Cracking my first smile since he'd kissed me, I laughed weakly. “Not on your life." I reached for him. My palm mauled his shirt, exploring his hard muscles underneath. I couldn’t count the times I’d wanted to touch him, to sense the warmth of his body.
Sean took my cue and peeled his shirt away. I'd never seen him shirtless before. His skin was the color of cinnamon sprinkled on a latte, his ink elegant where it splashed color over his body. I didn't see any scars, but there was a mole on his thigh. I wanted to kiss that perfect little jewel.
Burying his thumbs in his pants, he slid the cotton material easily down his legs. His cock sprang out from his red briefs, the thin material showing off his fat tip. The sight of it made my insides thrum. My pussy clenched; painfully empty.
He kissed me again, I tasted my own tang on his lips. His arms braced on either side of my head, two marble columns that stretched up to the heaven that was his handsome face.
Strands of his dark hair fringed his jaw. I brushed them away, lingering on his skin. We watched each other—tried to read each other’s thoughts. Thinking about how this was happening made me wonder too much about the why.
A dot of sweat fell from his chin. "Brenda? You okay?"
I flicked my eyes to his mouth, then back up. "Is this really alright?"
He didn't make me expand on what this was. He already knew. "When is sex ever wrong?"
Smiling softly, I rolled my thumb to his earlobe, then over to his eyebrow piercing. "You never gave me the time of day before."
Sean flinched. "What? I didn't think you wanted me to. You were always so busy, I thought if you were into me you'd show it."
My laugh was strangled. "I thought it was obvious that I liked you!"
"You're joking. How the hell was I supposed to know a hot woman like you with all her shit together liked me? Me, of all people?"
Now, I was really laughing. The noise hurt me when it came up, bitterness coating my mouth. A few tears welled at the corners of my eyes; he wiped them away before I could.
He sat back, asking, "Brenda? What is it?"
"I'm such a moron," I sniffled, my smile hurting my face. "All this time, I thought I'd made it obvious I was into you. And you're saying I didn't. What sort of woman with her "shit together" messes that up?"
Circling my wrist, he pressed my palm back to his jaw. The blue in his eyes was as serious as a hurricane on the loose. I couldn't escape it—my laughter died abruptly. He whispered, "The kind of woman who can reign in a band like the Headstones. That can strut around in heels on the most busted ass stage and never lose her poise. And the kind that after years of working on the edges of my world while I missed every signal, still gives me a chance like this."
His kiss tasted like a promise—like the severity and silliness of a pinky swear. Sean swirled his tongue with mine, making me thrill. My breathing was high in my throat.
Reaching between us, he fiddled with something. The heavy, hot heat of his cock pressed on my belly. "Let me get a condom," he said huskily.
I grabbed for him, guiding him towards my soaked thighs. "I'm on the pill. Don't you dare try to walk away from this."
He bared his teeth and moaned. "Fuck, your hand feels incredible."
Smiling sideways, I jerked at his rigid shaft. Each little desperate sound he made turned me on further. "Yeah? You like that?"
Focusing on me, he flashed a crooked smirk. "You said you're on the pill?"
I nodded.
"Good." He snatched my hands, pushing them into the pillows over my head. "I'm about to fill this cute pussy with so much come you'll be feeling it inside of you for weeks."
Fuck he was filthy—I loved it. He fondled my ass cheeks, spreading me while he fed his cock patiently into me. My pussy hugged him, straining under his girth. It wasn't just that he was massive, it had been forever since I'd gotten laid. I was surprised there weren't cobwebs down there when he was eating me out.
Groaning obscenely, I shut my eyes. On and on he slid into me, scraping the ridge of his cock-head along my walls. Each inch I took, another followed. My clit was engorged; the pressure of his abdominals grinded on the sensitive nub.
An orgasm threatened to shake me to my roots, and he hadn't even finished entering me! Sean grabbed my chin, whispering, "Look at me." I did. I didn't consider disobeying. I was so used to being in control, and here, finally, someone else was happy to take the reins. "Watch me as I fuck you. I want to see you seeing me drive you wild."
Swallowing, I wrapped my arms around his neck. His hair was soft; damp from sweat. Sean Cooper had struck me as a man with a hard edge, but this was way beyond even my darkest fantasies.
I fucking loved it.
Together we shuddered—he'd finally sank to the root. His balls tickled my ass cheeks, and I felt them vanish as he withdrew. Hooking his arms under my knees, he changed his angle. I'd never witnessed such a sexy and terrible smile.
Bracing himself, Sean slammed his cock deep.
"Ah!" I gasped. He didn't let me catch myself, he withdrew again, the meaty sound of his cock filling up my soaked pussy loud in the hotel room. He fucked me like it was his mission. He was wound up in his desire to make me come, or to come in me, or maybe both.
Panting, I held on tight. I wasn't passive, though; I thrust back to meet each of his strokes. The pressure of orgasm was threatening me, and I knew I was going to come, knew it long before it rippled through my core.
Grunting, he stared me down—dared me to blink. Instead, I kissed him hard, letting him feel my tongue as it went numb with the rest of my senses. I came with my knees shaking, embracing him with my arms and my pussy.
He didn't ask me if I was done. He was finished with talking. Sean drove into me frantically, his cock swelling, twitching with warning. Teeth nipped my ear; he froze up, nothing moving but his dick as it jerked in me.
I moaned again, nuzzling his throat as he filled me up. Each pulse moved through me and into my heart. The reverberations calmed until it was just our ribs that swelled. Our breathing joined the same rhythm.
Brushing hair from my forehead, he looked down on me. "Some wedding, huh?" he asked.
I snorted, covering my mouth. That made him laugh, too. "Yeah. Some wedding, alright."
I didn't want him to leave. Deep down, I was worried he would. Sean slid free, taking a moment to clean up. I held my breath until he dropped back beside me on the bed, his arms creating a pillow. "What?" he asked, blinking at me.
"You're staying?"
His eyebrows went up. "You said I could sleep here."
"Oh, right." I'd forgotten all about that. Thrilling with delight, I wiggled under the blankets. He joined me, our legs touching but nothing else. "That was... really good."
Chuckling warmly, he turned so he could watch me. "Worth the wait?"
I got his meaning, blushing furiously. "Did you really have no clue that I liked you?"
"How could I?"
I opened my mouth—shut it, debating my next words. "Want to hear a funny story?" He nodded, motioning at me to go on. I fidgeted, the blanket under my chin. I treated it like it was armor, but my secret came from within where nothing could keep me safe. "Years ago, I saw you playing at some little hole in the wall club."
"Really?" Sitting up, he considered me. "What were you doing, crushing on me at first sight?"
I gave him a little elbow. He wasn't far off, though. "I was a brand new agent. I was looking for talent." His smile faded away. I had to look at the wall, seeing his blue eyes was too much. "That night, I was planning to sign you. But..." But then I heard Drezden. "It didn't work out. My company wanted another band, who was I to disagree?"
The bed springs creaked. I still didn't look at him. "You mean you were almost my manager?"
Biting my tongue did little to help my mood. "I was so excited when you auditioned for Four and a Half Headstones. I really pushed for you, Sean. It just wasn't meant to be."
A wall of heavy silence grew. I swear, I felt each stone being stacked.
His hand cradled my shoulder. Startled, I twisted to look at him. I expected sadness, or anger—not his private little smile. "I guess it worked out for the best."
"What?" I asked. "No, if I'd signed you years ago, you'd have gotten as big and famous as Drez and the rest. You'd have—"
"I'd have never ended up like this," he said, gesturing at the two of us. "If you think I was oblivious to your feelings before, I promise that if you were my manager, I'd have never taken a chance with you."
Slowly, my heart filled my throat.
His kiss on my cheek was like an electric butterfly. "So it worked out for the best. See?"
I did see. I wouldn't have before, but...
Now, it was all I could see.
Hugging him so violently he groaned, I buried my nose in the hollow of his neck and shoulder. Sean held me as I laughed, not commenting on when it shifted into emotional tears.
This morning, I'd looked in a mirror and thought, When will it be my turn to find love?
And here it was.
Here it had been.
It was just waiting for me to step up and grab it.
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