Backstage Pass
Page 9She squeezed her eyes closed and took Brian’s c**k deep into her throat.
“Mmmmmm…” she purred loudly.
“God!”
She drew back and bobbed her head up and down rapidly as she sucked. Her lips bumped over the sensitive rim faster and faster. One hand held the base of his c**k firmly so she could concentrate on her technique, the other continued to massage his bal s gently. His groans of pleasure encouraged her to suck harder, move faster. Come, Brian. Come on. Give me what I want. She knew he was holding back on her, selfishly trying to prolong his pleasure. She didn’t mind. She loved a chal enge. She wriggled her tongue against the underside of his c**k as she sucked him deep. When he was buried deep in her throat again, she hummed and dipped the tip of a finger into his ass.
“Fuck, woman!” He grabbed her hair as his hips bucked off the mattress and he bathed the back of her throat with his juices. She smiled, sucking him and swal owing his offering until he stopped spurting. When his body went limp, she released his c**k from her mouth and col apsed beside him, breathing hard to catch her breath.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered, stil panting. “Amazing.”
Why don’t you tell me what you really think of me? Jeremy had never had a problem expressing himself. Brian reached for her and drew her against him. She buried her face in his side, inhaling his scent. Sexual excitement had strengthened his unique, musky aroma. She loved the smel of his body. There was probably something wrong with that, too. She struggled to free herself from his embrace, but he held her fast.
“I need to take a shower,” she said, her hand pressing against the skul tattoo on his abdomen. “I have several sessions I’m supposed to attend this morning.”
“The only sessions you’re attending wil be right here.” He pointed at his softening cock. “As soon as I can move, that is.”
She didn’t disgust him? She looked up at him, expecting him to be staring her down with accusation, but he just grinned as if he was half stoned.
“Don’t you have things to do today?” she asked.
“Lots,” he said. “And they al involve your body.”
He was quiet for a long moment. “Did you just suck me off like a maniac because I’m a rock star or because you like me?”
She cringed. “Does it matter?”
“Yeah.”
“I like you.” She paused. “I also like that you’re a rock star. I’m especial y drawn to those magical fingers of yours.” She took his hand in hers and kissed his fingertips.
“But if I wasn’t famous, you wouldn’t have anything to do with me.”
“If you weren’t famous, I probably would have been too shy to introduce myself to you last night. I would have wanted to suck you off like a maniac, regardless. You’re irresistibly sexy, Brian.”
He grinned. “I guess that’s good enough for me.”
She reached up and touched his handsome face. “Does it bother you that women respond to your fame?”
“Not usual y.” He shrugged. “Sometimes.”
He wanted something real, not the fantasy. She could see it in his soft, brown eyes as he gazed at her. She was sorry to disappoint him, but she was al about the fantasy. He’d just have to find a way to cope when her few hours in fantasyland came to an end. And so what if that made her a whore. She was tired of pretending to be a good girl. I always saw the real you and I loved you anyway, Jeremy’s voice intruded her thoughts again. She shook her head slightly.
“Can you move yet?” she asked, hoping Brian could exorcise the demon of Jeremy from her thoughts.
She gazed down his body. Her hand slid down his bel y toward his slack cock. It twitched in response. She grinned. “Almost.”
“So where is this piercing you told us about last night?”
She flushed. “I was only teasing. I don’t real y have a body piercing. Or a tattoo.”
“I don’t believe you. I’l need to look you over for myself.”
He stripped her nightgown off over her head and pressed her down flat on her back.
“Hmm. I don’t see any here,” he said, gazing at her br**sts. “Just let me make sure.” He stroked her nipple with his fingertips, drawing it to a hardened bud. He lowered his head, flicked the taunt tip with his tongue and then sucked it into his mouth. Myrna gasped. He sucked hard, stroking the underside of her nipple and breast with his tongue.
“Nope, definitely no piercing,” he said. “Better check the other one.”
He repeated the treatment on her other breast. Her fingers stole into the soft strands of his longish hair, holding him there. He lifted his head and blew a cool breath over her moist nipple. Her body jerked.
He didn’t move for a moment and she gazed down at him. He was watching her as if waiting for something.
“If you let go of my hair, I can continue my inspection.”
She flushed and released his hair. His mouth left a trail of wet kisses along the underside of her breast, across her ribs to the center of her stomach, and then down to her navel. He dipped his tongue into her bel ybutton rhythmical y, causing a flood of heat between her thighs. She throbbed with need, craving that thrusting rhythm within. Ah God, f**k me, Brian. She bit her lip so she didn’t make the mistake of saying it aloud.
He continued down her body, sucking a trail over her lower bel y. A spasm shook her body and she giggled.
“Ticklish?”
“A little.”
He blew a cool breath over the moist trail he’d left behind and she moaned. He used the distraction to slide her panties from her body.
“One more place I need to check.” He wrapped a hand around each leg, just above her knees and spread her thighs wide.
“You already checked there.” Her body tensed. She wasn’t a fan of having her clit licked. So few men did it right. His fingers combed through the nest of curls at the apex of her thighs. “You don’t shave this off regularly?”
She flushed. She knew the trends among younger women. She kept her pubic hair trimmed, but didn’t shave it into unusual shapes or thin strips.
“It’s there for a reason.” She slipped into sex professor mode. “It maintains the sexual scents. Also each hair is associated with a nerve ending, so increases sensory input to the brain during copulation.”