"I'm glad you aren't working on this tour," Ethan said on their third week into the tour. The band had just finished a smashing set in front of a sold-out crowd. Ethan had grabbed her to him the moment he'd gotten off stage. It warmed her to her bones especially when she knew how much it mattered to him that she was there. I love it in front of the crowd, he'd told her just days ago. But it takes a lot out of me; leaves almost nothing left. I end up empty and lost in it all till I remind myself that you're waiting, that I'll see you soon. Knowing that gives me strength like you can't imagine.
But he was wrong. Mandy knew exactly what he meant because she felt the same way. She would never tire of watching him perform and yet she could hardly wait till the moment when he was done and he could finally seek her out and take her in his arms for a bracing kiss before the world had to snatch him away again for the usual post-show meet-and-greet, interviews, or signings.
"Oh?" Mandy asked curiously in response to his earlier statement. "You're glad I'm not the tour stylist? Should I feel insulted? I thought you liked my work." Her eyes were teasing.
"Oh, I think you're very talented," he said, tweaking her nose with his thumb and index finger, making her squeal. "But the reason I'm glad is because we can be as unprofessional as we like, whenever and wherever we like."
"Hmm," Mandy said slowly, noting the slight change in the atmosphere. Her body tingled as she met his darkening gaze. A flirty Ethan was the key to any sane-minded female's downfall. She couldn't resist him when he looked at her like he could peel her clothes off with his teeth.
He looked handsome as sin that night in his black V-necked t-shirt with the neckline almost halfway down his chest, revealing much of those sexy tattoos. His lean hips were encased in tight, distressed jeans and a pair of boots she'd love him to keep on while he fucked her hard.
But Mandy didn't think there'd be any of that. There hadn't been for weeks. Yes, they'd kissed, even gone as far as necking like crazy, and of course there was the sleeping in the same bed whether they were on the tour bus or in a hotel suite. Just no sex. It had kept Mandy's libido on edge and she'd wondered how Ethan exercised so much self-control. And yet she loved the fact that they could just lie down together and enjoy being with one another without sex. Each night, he went to bed snuggled against her and woke up the same way. But nothing happened. It was driving her crazy needing him, wanting to feel him inside her, and she hoped with all her heart that he'd think they were ready soon.
Maybe tonight would be the night, Mandy thought hopefully as she looked up at Ethan with a sultry smile. "So … are you thinking of being unprofessional right now?"
Her hands were resting on his chest, his arms around her waist. She saw him look around the dressing room then back to the door.
"The promoters have this little party thing planned to happen in half an hour," Ethan murmured, running his hand down her waist to skim her outer thigh, his fingertips lightly tracing the pattern on the top of her stocking. Mandy did that little shiver she did whenever he touched her with intimacy. Damn, she was glad she wore a short dress tonight.
"And?" she asked, voice breathy as she began to feel the unmistakable jut of his erection against her quivering belly.
"Well … it would be mighty unprofessional to be late. I'm just thinking how much mischief we can squeeze into the next thirty minutes. Because you and I have a lot of catching up to do, babe."
Oh shit. Mandy's folds twitched inside the confines of her already damp panties. When Ethan called her ‘babe' in that husky tone of voice, she knew she was in trouble. He buried his face in her neck, his lips now trailing slow, hot kisses over her throat. She moaned, clutching at the front of his shirt.
She couldn't find the voice to respond, could only whimper when Ethan reached her mouth and caught her lower lip between his, nipping and then sucking on it. Unstoppable moisture pooled in the crotch of her underwear as he soothed the scant bites of his teeth with his tongue right before he seized her entire mouth in his.
Ethan moved against her very slowly, as if to relieve the ache in him from the burning need to have contact with her. He only managed to make her own ache feel even more intense. He moved his hand from her outer thigh to slip beneath the hem of her dress and cup her mound over her panties. Her heat and wetness felt magnified by his touch, especially when he brushed his hand back and forth, creating a maddening friction. Mandy whined and began to move against his hand in lust-induced desperation.
And yet just as they were building a tempo together, Ethan backed away.
His breathing was fast and raw as he lifted a hand to run through his loose hair. His eyes were fixed hungrily on her while she stood there with breasts heaving.
"It's not going to be like this – a hard dirty fucking in my dressing room like you were some expendable groupie," Ethan said gruffly, snatching her to him again. "I want to make slow, sweet love to you, Mandy. Soon. I just … damn. It's hard to stay in control around you."
"Have you ever wondered that maybe I don't want you in control all the time?" she asked, linking her hands behind his head. "I miss the way we express ourselves through our passion … the fire we make. I know you've been holding back to show how much you really care but … I think we're ready. I want you, Ethan."
His sharply indrawn breath made his chest swell hard against hers. She looked up into his smoldering blue gaze. He reached down behind her and cupped her ass in both hands before he yanked her even closer to his burgeoning arousal.
"And how do you want me?"
Breathless and dizzy, Mandy sank her teeth hard into her bottom lip as her hooded eyes met his. His earlier words about a ‘hard, dirty fucking' still rang through her system, making her feel like a bad, bad girl when she whispered in his ear, "Hot. And fast."
Ethan growled deep in his throat. "Magic words."
Their lips crashed together in harmony.
"I don't know what you did to me but you're all I want to think about – all I want to feel. All the time and it really fucks me up," she said candidly once his mouth tore away from hers for a breathless moment. Her hands had found their way underneath his t-shirt, and she could feel the solid granite of his mean, strong muscles and toned slates of abdominal flesh. Heat and steel blended even as his heart beat like a drum beneath her palms.
"Then you know the exact same effect you have on me," Ethan said huskily right before another animalistic kiss that had Mandy's head swirling in misty blackness. From a distance, she thought she heard Ethan rasp, "Twenty minutes."
"That's more than … mmm … plenty," she murmured in between roving her tongue all over the insides of his mouth. Her chest was pounding, like a cavalry stampeding to a yet unknown battleground. Ethan's response was to grab her hips and pull her against his strong body, his scent and warmth flooding her very soul with passion and lust.
Moments later he was backing away and reaching for his belt buckle. His now dark navy eyes bored into hers. "Panties. Off."
Oh my. Mandy shivered like a leaf and reached underneath the flared hem of her dress. While Ethan watched, she skimmed her tiny briefs down her hips, knees, and then ankles. She bent to pull them free and the next second, Ethan grabbed them and put them to his face with a deep inhale.
His eyes closed briefly in appreciation. "Divine," he said huskily before he stuffed the underwear in his jeans pocket. Then he finished unzipping his jeans, freeing his penis through the front opening of his boxers. He looked painfully hard, long, and very thick. Slight veins stood out with meaty promise, drawing her in. Mandy didn't even think twice before sinking to a crouching position and grasping the base of his erection before feeding his shaft into her mouth. His long groan seemed to vibrate on her tongue as she twirled it around inside, tasting and sucking him in deeper and deeper. She looked up at him and saw his features sharpen with a harsh, hungry desire that matched hers. Just having him in her mouth and taking control of her own passion gave her the strength to go on and swallow his inches into her wet, eager heat. She moved her lips energetically back and forth, reveling in his texture and manly, sexy scents.
She let out a deep whine when he grabbed her head and pulled out of her mouth. Her dreamy eyes widened as Ethan closed in for a hard, dripping kiss before tugging her on her feet by her hair, making her gasp with excitement.
In moments he'd tossed her on her back on top of the couch. His hands drew her knees far apart so he could settle his weight above her, their bodies shivering at the contact. As Ethan rubbed himself against her body, she felt the tip of his cock tease the lips of her pussy, the pink, pleading flesh dripping. They both groaned.