Eternally Seduced(85)

"The whole university is outside. We can't---don't get another step  closer---this is not the right---no!" She took a step back as he  advanced and ended up bumping into the DJ's table from behind.

He took off his bow tie and shrugged off his jacket. "I need to fuck you. Now."

"Yoga-ing yellow fin tuna," she said weakly, her mouth going dry. Those  fuck-me eyes of his could make her do anything, and Staffan knew it.

He choked, pausing with the buttons of his dress shirt. "Yoga-ing, Saffi? Are you fucking for real?"

She was so far gone now, heady with desire, that all she could do was  push herself up the table, throw her skirts up, and push her panties  down. It hadn't even gotten past her knee before Staffan was on her,  pushing Saffi to her back. One hand went to pull her neckline down while  his other hand fumbled to unzip his pants.

Panting, Saffi helped him with her zipper.

"Yes, he hissed, letting her struggle with it and using both hands now  to pull down the top half of her gown completely. He sucked his breath  in when it immediately bared her naked breasts to his sight. "No fucking  bra, Saffi?" he growled. "You better have worn this for me and not any  other guy."

She finally managed to free his cock, and her hand clasped it tightly, lovingly.

He groaned.

Saffi squeezed his cock. "Only for you."

Staffan moved up, and she let her hands fall away as he began rubbing his cock with her wetness. "Ready, baby?"

"Yes."

He slid into her very slowly, taking her inch by inch so that she was  squirming with need by the end. "Stop torturing me---oh!" He was finally  inside her to the hilt, and having Staffan fill her with his hardness  again was the most exquisite pleasure, making her cry out silently.

"Why won't you make any noise?"

"B-because." She couldn't answer coherently, not when he was thrusting  in and out of her, pushing her to the brink of insanity with the way he  alternated between slow and fast.

"Don't you want them to know I'm fucking you?" he growled.

"Staffan!" But she let out the tiniest moan after as he thrust more  forcefully into her. And it was just the start. Saffi's legs fell wide  open while her fingers dug into his back as he rammed his cock into her  again and again, his every thrust making her eyes roll back and her body  squeeze around his cock.

"Saffi!"

She gasped, one hand immediately covering his mouth. "No, Staf---" She yelped, letting go of his mouth when he bit her skin.

"I want them to hear me fucking you, want them to know how much pleasure  you're giving me." His hand squeezed her breast, kneading it before his  fingers slowly rolled one nipple between them.

Her back arched at the riotous sensations his touch created, and it  arched even more when he bent down to suck one nipple into his mouth in  rhythm with the hard pounding his cock was giving her.

She tried to keep herself from crying out as he sucked harder and thrust  deeper into her, but when Staffan reached with one hand to play for her  clit, she knew it was only a matter of time. "Staffan," she whispered.

Staffan looked into her eyes. "I love you."

She let out a cry, no longer caring that everyone could hear her. She  cried out his name over and over as her body splintered into pieces.  Staffan didn't stop ramming his cock into her as she came, his lean hard  hips moving furiously over her, and then his back arched. "Saffi!" He  threw his head back as he came, his movements wild, passionate, and  lacking the control that once made him a legend.

She wrapped her arms around him when he rested his spent body on top of  her, his cock still pulsing softly inside her. "I love you, Staffan."

He turned slowly to kiss her cheek before pulling away to look down on her. "New start for both of us, Saffi."

She nodded.

"No more lies, you promise?"

She bit her lip.

"Saffi?" he prompted while tenderly tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear.

Just a few days, she told herself. She was going to be selfish again and  just have a few more days before they tackle the not-so-nice realities  of her life. "No more lies."

"Good. Now let's get out of here. There are a couple of boys I want to  see with my own eyes. I read their fucking comments on your Facebook---"         

     



 

"Staffan!" He gave her a short hard kiss, but even that was more than enough to make her see stars.

He surveyed the dreamy look on her face with satisfaction. When she  opened her eyes, the stars were also back, which was even better. In  less than a minute, he had her fully clothed and was already tucking his  shirt back in. "I don't fucking share what's mine, Saffi. And they're  going to fucking hear from me that if they give you one wrong look---"

"You're just going to embarrass both of us," she grumbled. "They'll all  think you're crazy for getting jealous over me." Just as she reached for  the door, he reached out and tugged her hair for her attention.

When she looked over her shoulder, he kissed her again, even more devastatingly than before.

Staffan pulled away, smirking when he saw the dazed look on Saffi's  lovely face. "There. Now no one would ever have a fucking doubt about  what we did."

And so there wasn't.



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WHEN FANGIRLS CRY




How Not To Be Seduced By Rockstars, Book 2





Chapter One





I'm going to visit my sick Aunt Brittany.

Twitter, StarryEyed_4SA



The lights went out all over the stadium, followed by explosions coming  from every corner of the stage. A huge swooshing gust of wind blasted  through the crowd from unseen high-powered blowers, as if mimicking the  wave of excitement that swept through the thousands of fans eagerly  waiting for the concert to start. The powerful flurry of air was  completely exhilarating, and everyone screamed.

Sapphire "Saffi" March screamed as loud as everyone else, her heart  beating madly as music started to play in the background. Fast and  furious beats of the drum burst through the speakers next, and the  mostly-female crowd started jumping up and down as they recognized the  song.

One, two, three, four---

Each member of the popular boy band Celsius performed stunning aerial somersaults as they landed on stage one by one.

"Oh. My. God!"

Next to her, Brittany grinned. She had long hair, chubby cheeks, and the  most amazing pair of dark brown eyes hidden behind dorky-looking  glasses. Saffi loved her to death even though this was her first time to  meet Brittany in person, loved her even though Brittany happened to be  the president of the Florida Chapter of the Official Celsius Fans Club.  The enemy, in Staffan Aehrenthal's own words.

But she didn't think like that. Brittany was a fellow fangirl and  fangirls stuck together, through thick and thin  –  and that meant having  to lie to Staffan about coming to tonight's concert.

"I told you they're fantastic!" Brittany boasted as they started  dancing. Both of them had two left feet, causing Saffi and Brittany to  unintentionally bump against each other several times. It was like  watching two bowling pins trying to knock each other out  –  without the  bowling ball.

"I know they're good," Saffi said laughingly. "They're just not as good as Staffan."

Brittany made a face. "Staffan Aehrenthal is too much of a bad boy for my taste. Plus, he's kinda old."

Saffi shook her head. "He's not." Old meant, like, decrepit, and Staffan  could go for hours  –  the entire day even  –  making love to her. Just  yesterday, Saffi literally had to beg for a time out. Well, she hadn't  really meant it, though. All she had wanted was a few minutes so she  could breathe because the things Staffan did with his mouth and hands  had made her gasp and gasp---

Okay, she was starting to feel a little breathless now, just thinking  about the fact that after tonight's concert, she would be with Staffan  again.

The first song ended, and the lights went out again. Everyone screamed  once more, and Brittany and Saffi did their best to shriek just as loud.

"It's their surprise guest!" Saffi had to yell just to make herself heard over the continuous screams from the crowd.

"ANY IDEA WHO IT IS?" Brittany literally bounced with each word.

"MUST BE SOMEONE REALLY POPULAR," Saffi yelled back, bouncing with each  word as well. She had to bounce  –  it was the only way to release the  excitement inside her so she would not self-combust.

"I'M SURE OF IT!" She added. And she was. Saffi took her fangirl craft  very seriously, and concert politics was among her favorite subjects. If  the surprise guest had been less popular than Celsius, then the artist  should have served as the opening act instead. But no  –  it had been the  other way around. Celsius was tonight's star, but the group had chosen  to perform as the opening act for its guest.

"MAYBE MADONNA?" Bounce, bounce.

"IMPOSSIBLE. SHE'S ON TOUR." Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce. Brittany  was just as serious as Saffi was when it came to her craft, and that  meant keeping track of the touring schedules of the other popular  artists. It paid to keep an eye on the competition.