And then he chuckled, as if unable to help it.
She could just die from sheer happiness at that sound. Staffan wasn't the type to smile, to chuckle, to laugh – but he did all three just now. She knew enough of his background to understand why he had such a hard time showing happiness and the fact that he did now – that she was the cause of it – was incredible. It made her head reel.
Staffan started to move, and with his long-legged strides, it took only a fraction of a time for him to stand right in front of her, making Saffi absolutely breathless at his nearness alone. He smelled divine. He was divine.
His nostrils flared at the way Saffi's eyes lit up at the sight of him, making her look like she couldn't get enough of him. But that was good. In fact, it was fucking perfect since he had no intention of letting her go anytime soon.
He took her braid, running his fingers on its twisted strands and enjoying its silky smooth texture. He murmured huskily, "You win, Saffi."
It took a moment before the words sank in. Saffi's eyes widened, Mitch gasped, but the crowd went berserk. Bob nodded at his security team to escort the other woman out before she could cause trouble. The warning gazes from the two men clutching her arms kept her mouth shut, but she couldn't help glaring at Saffi over her shoulder even as she was dragged away, promising herself silently that this was not going to be the end.
Saffi was utterly oblivious to what had just happened, and even the loud cheers of Staffan's crew didn't entirely reach her. All she could see, hear, and feel had to do with the divinely gorgeous man standing in front of her. "Y-you know what we were doing?"
Still holding the braid, he teased, "A dance off with me as a prize?"
She blushed, forgetting for the moment that Gs didn't blush so easily.
Staffan smirked. "I hate to tell you this, H, but you sucked."
She smiled sheepishly. "But you still chose me as a winner, though."
"Not because you danced better." He leaned close. "It's because you're the only woman I want to fuck right now."
Her heart tripped at his words. Looking up at him, Saffi wondered if Staffan had any idea of how his eyes were giving her a completely different message from how he had acted last night. But then it didn't matter. She was in love with him either way.
Staffan tugged at her braid. "This is a very unusual hairstyle for a groupie, H."
Oops.
She stammered, "It's daytime. I only, umm, go for wilder styles at night."
He coughed. "I see."
She tried not to look flustered. God, that was so lame.
He tugged her braid again. "Since you won the dance off, I'm going to give you a prize, too."
Saffi squealed, unable to help it.
Staffan coughed harder. How could she be so smart and yet so naïve at the same time? Did she really think she could fool anyone with her ridiculous cover-up as a G? No self-respecting groupie would squeal like a five-year-old getting her first Barbie just because she was promised a prize.
Without attempting to lower his voice, wanting every man in the vicinity to hear and know just who Saffi March belonged to, Staffan said simply, "You get to fuck me." Before she had time to gasp, he added in a matter-of-fact voice, "Now."
And then he was sweeping her in his arms and taking Saffi to the nearest room with a door that could be locked – which happened to be the office of the day manager for the concert venue.
Staffan dealt the other man a look. "I need your office. Now."
Saffi bit back a groan of embarrassment, hiding her flushed face in the crook of his neck.
The day manager wasn't stupid. He hurried out without a word, knowing that Staffan Aehrenthal was a man to be obeyed at all costs.
Staffan kicked the door shut. "Ready to be fucked?" he asked as he let Saffi down.
In answer, she wriggled out of her panties and placed it on the table.
He groaned---a deep, long, lust-crazed one that came all the way from his belly, heated by the fire in his loins. "You're so fucking sexy you're driving me out of my mind."
She said shyly, "You, too. I feel exactly the same way---" The rest of her words were lost in his kiss, Staffan hauling her to him in one rough and hungry motion. He kissed her like he was dying and only she could bring him back to life.
Something hard pressed against the soft skirt of her dress.
Or rather, Saffi was the only one could make his dick come alive this fast.
As she lifted the skirt of her dress, she hoped it was true. That he'd only hunger for her, even if it was just for a while.
Saffi gasped when he suddenly flipped her around. "Do you still feel sore here?" His hand drifted down, wetting his finger with the moisture that had so quickly formed between her legs.
She shook her head.
"The truth," he growled.
"I just want you in," she gasped.
"Good. We'll try something different this time." With his fingers still moving against her flesh but never quite thrusting in, Staffan made her move so that they were facing the window. Reaching past her, which caused his fingers to press against her clit and making her gasp, he twisted the blinds partially open, allowing them to see outside while keeping them hidden from view.
"Grab the sills, baby," he told her as he pushed her down.
Saffi held the sills, feeling exquisitely exposed once more as he felt Staffan's gaze devouring her naked legs and sex. The fact that she still had her heels on, the sound of Staffan unbuckling his belt behind her and unzipping his pants to let his dick spring free---all of it caused Saffi to let out a whimper.
Staffan rubbed his dick against her quivering sex. "Do you want this, H?"
"Yes." She was already panting and they hadn't yet done anything.
The naked yearning in her voice made his dick throb and pulse like it was about to burst. "You're so fucking hot."
She wriggled her butt, trying to get him to enter her.
Staffan slapped her ass, and she yelped. "That will teach you to wait."
"Please," she begged when he pulled away, leaving her feeling empty and aching.
"Please what, baby?" He caressed the soft skin of her ass, mesmerized at the pinkish imprint he had left. "Do you want me to fuck you---back doors?"
She stiffened with a gasp. "No!"
He pushed her back down when she tried to straighten up, saying teasingly just to torment her, "But I thought you did that already."
Those freaking lies! She opened her mouth to confess the truth. "I … " She closed her eyes, trying to think, and then inspiration hit her. "I … need a butt plug."Shit. She had lied again. When she felt Staffan actually rub his dick against the curve between her butt cheeks, she cried out quickly, "The butt plug is … necessary...to, umm, prepare me … for … that."
Under his touch, he felt Saffi stiffening more and more with every rub of his dick against her tiny nether hole. Deciding he had teased her enough, he repositioned his dick against her sex, smiling a little when he felt her relax instantly at the contact.
"That's too bad about the butt plug. Maybe next time."
"Uhh, yeah, next---ahh." Staffan had pressed his fingers against her clit, harder and harder until she gasped.
"Did you like that?" he drawled huskily, his voice arousing her even more.
"Yes," she gasped out.
"What else do you want?"
Saffi bit her lip.
"Say it like a hot G with a dirty mouth," he whispered.
She blurted out, "Please … fuck me. Shove your dick inside me. Take my---"
"Goddammit, H." He was in even before he finished speaking, her unexpected words arousing her to such heights he had completely lost control. Staffan had never thought someone like Saffi could say things like that, and that she was doing so, to him, made him thrust harder into her, his dick sinking deeper and deeper into her welcoming heat.
As Staffan's thrusts became harder, rougher, and wilder, she bit back a scream, knowing that his entire crew was outside. Some of them might even have their ears to the door. The thought was scary and exciting, and it made her wriggle her butt again, desperate for the kind of heavy pounding that she knew Staffan could give her.
"Ready, H?" he growled against her throat.
Before she could nod, he was indeed pounding into her, his dick jettisoning inside Saffi like a relentless hot rod that her sex couldn't get enough of. She held on to the window sill desperately, knowing if she let go she would be flying.
"Scream for me, baby."
She shook her head, biting her lip harder.
He reached out for her breasts, which swung with every deep and hard thrust he made. As he pinched her nipples, he gritted, "Scream."
She screamed. He left her no choice, not with the way he was making her mindless with pleasure. His thrusts went deeper and faster, and she started to sob, feeling her climax so close but somehow not near enough.
Staffan suddenly gripped her legs, pulling it up until she was practically lying horizontal in the air. When his cock rammed back into her, she needed no further prodding.