Silver #2
He gets to me in two long strides, stopping right in front of me. "Don't be sorry." He shakes his head and I stare up into his dark eyes.
My eyes drop to his mouth, and I desperately want to kiss him. He takes a step closer and my heart soars. All obligations to the concert, to my fans, to Alice waiting for me down in the lobby, fly out the window as my nipples tighten to hard points. I lean toward Dane, begging for the connection.
"We need to go." His deep voice is like a sucker punch and I nod. I have thrown myself at this man and the most I've gotten is him jacking off over his pants while he watches me.
Get your shit together, girl.
I slip around him, heading to the door like my ass is on fire. I bend down, remembering to grab my guitar and I'm suddenly pulled back a little as Dane takes it from me. His warm hand wraps around mine and he slides the handle from my fingers.
"After you."
Dane's baritone voice sounds even deeper and my stupid nether region likes it a lot. This close, I notice the little flecks of color in his dark brown eyes. I also can't help but spot the massive bulge at the front of his pants. I would like to see that up close and personal.
No. I have a show and this is not appropriate. I head out of my hotel room door and down the hall. Dane's eyes are glued to my ass, but I refuse to make any more of a fool of myself. I'm paying him to spend time with me for God's sake. I'm a John convincing myself the escort isn't acting. Ugh.
I cross my arms, staring at the elevator doors as I will them to open.
When the little light dings, Dane steps in front of me, assessing the inside of the elevator before he holds the door and lets me get inside.
I slide past him and rest my hands on the railing, trying not to look at Dane in the shiny mirrored doors.
Dane presses the number 1 button, and the car starts to move. It's less than a second before I hear a growl and my arms are pinned above my head. He lifts my leg up around his hip before I can even fully process the situation and then the man kisses me. Hard.
He grinds his thick cock against my core, which is still soaked from earlier, kissing me like he owns me.
Like he's trying to mark me as his. It's the sexiest kiss of my entire life.
Our tongues tangle, sliding and darting as we taste each other for the first time.
Dane's hand rests on my middle, the heat of his skin on my belly through the soft fabric of my dress – he might as well be branding me with a hot iron.
"Don't move," Dane growls, twisting to hit the button that stops the car in its tracks. He drops to his knees, throwing my leg from his hip to his shoulder. His large hand slides up my thigh and I'm so grateful I shaved this morning that I almost call out a hallelujah.
My breath catches as Dane uses one thick finger to slide my panties to the side, and then he buries his face between my thighs.
He licks his way along my slit, flicking his tongue against my clit as he moans loudly.
His voice is muffled, but mine is not. My loud sighs of pleasure ricochet off the walls of the tiny car.
"Oh god. Oh yes, yes, yes..." I moan loudly, my hands tangling in Dane's hair as little pings of pleasure radiate in my core. His magical fingers and tongue bring me close - I'm still on edge from not getting to finish earlier.
"Fuck. You taste exactly as I imagined." Dane's deep voice vibrates against my core, and I release a fresh wave of desire directly into his waiting mouth. He moans, mumbling about my cream and I throw my head back against the wall.
"Oh fuck." I gasp as he finds that spot inside me with his finger while he circles my clit with his thumb. "Nobody has ever gone down on me like this before."
Dane's response is incoherent, but he doubles his efforts. He pushes my ass up on the little bar and I slam my foot on the wall behind us as I try to get my footing. I moan loudly, begging him to make me come like a wanton hussy.
"Yes, yes, yes!" I cry out, shattering as he sucks on my clit and inserts another finger. I press my foot against the panel, my toes curling as pleasure radiates throughout my body like a nuclear blast.
Before I can even catch my breath, he's standing. I rub the head of his cock through his pants, desperate to see it in person. He slams his mouth to mine.
"Do you taste yourself, Silver?" Dane whispers and I nod, letting out a little whimper. "Pure fucking honey."
Oh god. This man.
Suddenly the door dings and we both freeze.
"Oh goodness. I'm sorry." A woman's voice says as Dane pushes back from me. He gazes at me longingly for one split second and then he steps between the doors, filling the small space with his body so I can situate myself.
I quickly put myself back together. Holy shit. I'm about to go on stage. What am I thinking? This is insanity. I'm choosing sex with my bodyguard in a public elevator, like risking his anonymity and job isn't a big deal at all.
This is not good. Even as I think it, my eyes travel over the length of his body. And I know it will not be the last time.
I can't have this.
"I'm decent, Dane." I'm relieved my voice sounds somewhat normal, but I can't even look Dane in the eyes as he steps aside and holds the door to let me out.
I glance at the front of his pants and find that he's basically a walking neon sign for what we were doing with the size of his bulge, but he quickly puts my guitar in front of his pants to cover up the evidence of our little tryst.
Oh, dear lord this man knocks all sense out of me.
I glance at the woman who caught us and I'm somewhat relieved to find it's the manager of the Eveningstar Hotel.
I read her name. Nora. I recall that Alice told me about this Nora's excellent discretion and breathe a sigh of relief.
Although Alice had no idea how much we'd be asking her to keep to herself.
"Sorry about that," I say when our eyes meet. I run a hand over my dress, hoping I don't have the bag stuck in my panties. That would add a cherry on the top of the embarrassment sundae right about now.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she says innocently and I give her a grateful smile.
Alice looks up from her phone as I hustle past her, trying to avoid her eagle-eyes.
"Let's go."