Princely Passions 2(39)

That's right, I'm going to fuck a rock star in a club bathroom. I'm thinking about the wild things we did the other night at his room at the W. I'm thinking about how he sang with every drop of soul he could in his voice, he even looked at me, sang my name ... of course my panties are so fucking wet. I need him, now, and something as simple as going somewhere else is too much to be concerned with. How could I think about anything else? I give his hand a little squeeze in mine as we work through the crowd and get to the bathrooms. I'm a little surprised that people don't seem to immediately recognize him. They aren't paying close attention or they would—but he was right. People don't expect him to be out here. I certainly didn't. I didn't expect anything about how he sang to me. I didn't expect to feel the way that I do right now, or to be able to act on it.

But we're at the bathrooms.

The big bad rock star doesn't realize until just now that after he literally serenaded me in a room full of people that I'm taking him back here to the bathrooms to have wild sex with him. He's about to get a much better picture though.

"So, Gisele,” Stone says my name slowly like he’s tasting it. I can tell by the look in his eyes that I know that he knows exactly what we’re about to do. “You had something very particular in mind?" Stone says with an almost silly grin across his handsome face. This teasing will get him everywhere with me, I know. Well, we're already clear on that though, aren't we? I mean, I can't imagine anything other than giving him everything my body can handle. Stone takes me to new places when we're together. He did before ... and the way I feel now, it makes my breathing go ragged just thinking about it.

I mean, that cock ...it's big. Beautiful. Delicious. And he knows exactly how to use it. When Stone takes my breath away, it's because that monster cock is deep in my throat or buried in my pussy ... or I'm thinking about the next time it will be.

I look at him and I’m grinning widely too. How can I not with that smile? "Well, I didn't need an escort to go pee," I say, unable to suppress a giggle. It seems so strange to me, to be able to be coy like this and also have so much sexual tension coursing through my veins. He's such an animal during sex, yet he's this sweet fun, guy.

"I guess not." Stone's eyes take mine in as I pull him into a stall. There's a lusty gaze in his eyes that I recognize from before, and I’m thrilled because that experience with him in his hotel room was like nothing I had ever experienced before in my life. I don’t know what exactly is going on in that head of his, but I know that I want to follow wherever his dirty mind leads. "You want me to fuck you, beautiful girl?" Stone presses my back into the wall of this stall. We're in the last one so we have a wall and not just the stall walls to contend with.

Sure, Stone has cheesy lines. And calling me beautiful like this may also be cheesy. But after how he sang tonight, singing a song with my name in it, looking at me, coming into the crowd and hanging out with me? I want all the cheesiness that I can handle. Stone has me totally hung up on him in the worst way. Or is it the best? The thrill running through me now says that it's the best way to feel.

"Yeah, Stone," I say. I feel my eyelids get heavy, lust pulling me under. My lips part slightly and I'm hyper aware of my breathing. If Stone is an animal in bed, then I become his prey. I can feel desire completely taking over every cell in my body. I'm aching for his touch. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard, right here in this bathroom stall in this club."

"Right after I just sang for you, huh?" he says, every bit as smug as he can manage.

I lift my hands up and wrap them around his neck. He hikes up my dress to get access to me. I hitch my leg up some to help him. I can't wait another second longer to have Stone deep in my pussy. If he doesn't want to tease me like he did before, I have to seize the moment because my body is on fire for him.

Moaning, I shut my eyes in anticipation, blinking them back open because I don't want to miss a thing.

Taking in the sensual view of Stone touching my pussy just enough to make me tremble, I see Stone rub his knuckles over my panties. Tantalizingly slow, he brushes against my sensitive folds. Arousal blooms wet on the cotton fabric, betraying just how much of an effect he's having on me. I crave his touch. Propriety and reason have no say in this moment. I'm aching for his touch and Stone knows this. I'm sucking in my lower lip and he's smiling wider by the second. My mouth goes dry and I start to pant, and still he just runs his knuckles over my pussy. I'm shaking with need and he's taking the slow train to fuck me town. But after the animal he unleashed before, when we fucked in the hotel? I'm resisting the urge to beg for two reasons. One, I don't want to poke the bear. I don't want further torment him should he slow his roll even further because of my insistence. Two, I trust that Stone has a high-level degree in the art, the business, and the science of how to fuck me in the most satisfying, heart-racing, blood-pumping way. Stone knows exactly why he's doing this to me, and I trust his teasing to lead to exactly what I want.