A soft smile touched her lips as her girls urged her on, yelling and shoving her a bit. Eventually, she took a step closer and I gripped her waist in my hands.
"Be gentle with her," one friend whispered into my ear, "She's expecting."
That made me smile-one: because she was adamant about looking out for Brynn, and two: because no one was more insistent on being careful with her than me.
"I promise not to hurt her," I whispered back, and the friend nodded.
I turned my attention to Brynn again and pulled her close, which made the room explode with screams. My lips pressed to her ear as I held on. "Will you come up on stage with me?" I asked, not wanting to assume she'd be comfortable with that just because she knew me. I was pretty sure she knew tonight wasn't just a normal night; my performance wouldn't be like the ones I gave on other weekends.
Letting her hands rest on my shoulders, Brynn nodded and Ivy killed the music, changing it to the special, extended version of the selection I'd given her right before coming out, a last minute switch-Drake, ‘Own It'.
I took a step back, letting my hands fall from her waist. My fingers interlocked with hers, feeling the softness of her skin against mine as I led the way back toward the front of the room with her in step right behind me.
I never turned to see Elena's reaction, but I felt her watching, felt the hatred her friend wanted me to feel, but I didn't care. My decision was clear.
"Watch your step," I mouthed to Brynn, slowing my pace.
She was so shy and it only intensified when we stepped onto the stage in front of everyone. All eyes were definitely on us. Her hands hung in front of her, clasped together as I backed away, wanting the full view as I looked her over. My eyes traced every curve-her breasts, her hips, her thighs-all of them, feeling my hands burning to touch. The powerful craving I had for this woman was real, not the scripted interaction I had with others I brought to this stage. As I admired the smooth peaks and valleys of her beautiful body, I rubbed my chin, slowly circling her, sizing her up as she tried not to smile, but then she did.
Big.
Stepping behind her, I moved in close, letting my body press flush up against hers as I removed the black, silk scarf from my back pocket and leaned in.
"I need you to trust me," I whispered, feeling the rim of her ear against my lips. "Can you do that?"
Her shoulders lifted with a deep breath first, and then there was a nod.
Taking both ends of the scarf in my hands, I lifted it over Brynn's head and lowered it to her eyes, tying it so she was now completely in the dark, so it would feel like there was no one here in this room with her but me.
She touched the material and I noticed her shaking just a little as she adjusted to not seeing what went on around her.
"Trust me," I whispered into her hair and she settled right after.
Starting at her hips, I dragged my fingers up her body-enjoying every second. There was something so damn sexy about how, no matter where my hands moved, they were met by her soft warmth. Her voluptuous form filled my hands and I loved that. I lifted her arms into the air and left them there, bringing my hands back down slowly, keeping her close.
This performance had given me an excuse to satisfy the urge that struck next. When I got to her breasts, I decided to go with it, letting my hands cover them, biting my lip at the feel of their weight against my fingers. A visual of the night I bathed her popped into my head. She'd covered herself with a white towel that, when wet, left little to the imagination. Then, I wanted nothing more than to touch, and now, that wish had been fulfilled. I gently cupped them at first, but when tight nipples pressed into the centers of my palms, I squeezed gently.
Brynn sucked in a breath at the feel of my lips grazing the side of her neck while my hands continued to work. She tilted her head to the side, allowing me to kiss her there. The screams that erupted from the women surrounding the stage almost went unnoticed as I touched her, aroused her, for the crowd. Even without a blindfold over my eyes, it was only Brynn and I there.
I took my hands down her waist and secured them at her hips again, holding them steady while I moved my body against hers, grinding into it like I'd imagined doing so many times before, only naked, without the barrier of clothing. The deep, rhythmic vibrations of the music flowed through me like hot liquid and I followed it, letting my body do what now, after eight years in the game, came naturally. Like second nature.
My movements matched the fantasy playing out in my head-of being deep inside her, balls deep with her soaking every single inch I had to offer. At the thought of it-her hot, saturated pussy-I broke a cardinal rule, feeling my dick stiffen as I pressed into her. That wasn't allowed, but no one knew except Brynn.
I had to back off of her a bit so it could relax again; had to think about something other than what it would feel like to come inside her, something other than needing to feel her naked body in my hands.
It took a while, but I was in the clear again, so I moved away, coming back to face her, discovering that the nervous look had faded completely as lust took over. She breathed differently, deeper.
She took steps backwards when I led her to the chair waiting a few feet away. Making sure she didn't stumble, I had her sit, still blindfolded. For a moment, only the audience would get a show as she sat there in the dark.
Once again at center stage, I stooped down and untied my laces-slow, unhurried, seeing the look of anticipation that passed over the crowd. I stepped out of the boots and set them near the stage's exit, coming back right after, claiming my spot in front of Brynn again. My back was still to her as I teased the crowd, lifting the hem of my tank a few inches, exposing my abs to them slowly before pulling the shirt off over my head. Like always, I tossed it out to them and several scrambled to the floor, wanting to claim it.
The cool metal of my belt buckle pressed into my fingers as I undid it, pulling the leather free from the latch.
More yelling.
More of my name being called.
I glanced at Brynn over my shoulder and she sat with her hands in her lap, damn-near hyperventilating as she waited for me to come back to her.
With the button and zipper of my jeans undone, I had the attention of every woman in the room. This was why they came here, for the show. And me and the guys always gave them that. Gripping the brim of my cap with one hand, I placed the other on my stomach. I kept my eyes trained there as I painstakingly inched my fingers down toward my waistband, pushing them down inside my briefs. They screamed as I touched myself, shamelessly stroked the part of my body these women were most interested in. Their eyes were glued to me as I slowly massaged my dick inside my briefs, not letting them see everything as I breathed heavy and sank my teeth into my bottom lip. The screams came louder now.
"We love you, Marco," a group of girls yelled out in unison.
Pulling my hand free, I left my jeans loose around my waist as I took slow steps to Brynn. I stood over her, staring her down while she sat completely unaware of how close I was. When I took her hand, her posture straightened in the chair as I pressed her palm flat against my stomach, letting her feel me, every breath I took as I watched her writhe. Her teeth clamped down on her full bottom lip and I moved her fingers lower, only to the top of my unbuckled jeans before stopping.
The sudden movement I made when I got down on my knees startled her, but she went with it. Even as I slowly spread her legs apart, she let me. I glanced up to watch her expression change, observing how the rims of her nostrils flared ever so slightly. She had to feel how badly I wanted her through my touch, the way I gripped her ample thighs, how I massaged my way up to the tops of them. When she didn't stop me, I kept going, kept exploring while everyone watched. My hand moved between her legs and I rubbed there, too, feeling the imprint of her pussy through her thin pants. The hard-on I'd been fighting this whole time came back and I didn't even focus on trying to make it go away. All I focused on was her.
I covered the lower half of her body with my torso, encircling my arms around her waist as I held her possessively, owning her. With my back to the crowd, I lowered my face there, to that spot, to the place I wanted to be right now, giving the illusion of eating her as I admitted that the desire was real. Inhaling her scent, her arousal. She spread her legs further for me and her hand went to the back of my head when the lines between fantasy and reality got blurred for her like they had for me.
"Well, damn! Is it hot in here or is it just me?" Ivy said into the mic. I ignored her words and the response of the crowd, suddenly wishing I had Brynn back at my place and in my bed. Hell, I'd even settle for having her backstage.