“What do you see?” Her whisper was almost inaudible.
“The most beautiful woman in the world.” He kissed her neck, his tongue sliding slowly across her skin. She felt her body stir with desire.
“Keep looking,” he said. “Don’t stop.” She obeyed.
He bent over her and kissed the spot between her br**sts. She watched the mirror as he moved his mouth over her skin, his tongue circling her areola. His lips sucked hard at her nipple and she moaned. When he retreated, she could see the nipple perking up erect.
“These are perfect,” he said. His large, strong hands cupped them and she watched as he pinched the erect nipple, rolling in between his fingers. She whimpered in agony. God, she was wet.
He licked them, kissed them, and as she watched in the mirror she felt the ache between her legs grow. It was almost as though she was watching porn, only no p*rn star was as handsome as Julian. Most guys skipped the foreplay when they took her home, and so this was a refreshing change, even if she did have to watch herself alongside him. It wasn’t so bad, really. Especially now, when he wasn’t looking directly at her.
Then he moved down farther, and before she could protest his face was buried in between her thighs. Colorful flashes obscured her vision and her back arched against the soft bed.
Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god oh god.
Never. Never anything like this. No guy had ever done this to her, not the first time, not without her having to beg and plead and reciprocate a dozen times over. This was... incredible.
His mouth sealed itself around her, his tongue moving slowly across the small hard nub that was sending electrical shocks of pleasure through every nerve ending she had. She writhed under his touch.
“Julian,” she said. The words scratched at the air and her heart raced. Was this really happening?
It was – he was licking now, letting his tongue drag over her most sensitive regions, over and over again. The pressure eased and then bore down, and she felt as though she would explode with the ache of her desire. At every change in his tongue’s direction her inner self twisted in pleasure, and no matter how she tried to suppress her body’s wriggling she found that she could not.
“Such a perfect p**sy,” Julian said. Shannon giggled. Then he breathed on her, right there, and she shivered at his breath which was warm against the cool air of the room.
“Everything about you is perfect,” Julian said. He raised his head slightly and kissed her –oh god—on the stomach, and then he was bent down again and sucking hard and she cried out loud in blissful agony.
Shannon had kept her arms at her sides, but as she let herself give into her urges her fingers scrabbled at the blankets, twining themselves into the fabric. She longed to run her hands through his dark hair, but no, that would be too much. She couldn’t.
Julian’s hands were under her, lifting her ass and kneading the flesh in a slow massage. His tongue moved in circles around and around her clit, teasing her. He would push forward, then back away just as she felt that she was on the precipice. Her heart beat loudly in her ears and her breath caught in her throat on every other inhale as he moved his lips over her. He pulled away for a moment, and her heart skipped a beat in her chest.
“Julian,” she moaned.
“Mmmmm,” he hummed, his lips slightly touching her most private area and vibrating them with the shivers of his lips. It was indescribably delicious, but the touch was so light that she felt she would die if he stopped right then.
“Please,” she gasped. “Oh god, please.”
Julian reached over and took one of her hands from the bedspread, entwining his fingers around hers. He brought her hand to his head and she let her fingers slide through his perfect hair.
“Show me what you want,” Julian said.
Then he bore down fully, his mouth sucking hard at her cl*t so that she cried out. Unconsciously, her other hand came up to his head as well and she gripped his hair tightly, her body twisting of its own accord under the incredible pressure.
“Oh god!” she cried out. She felt as though she would accidentally kick him, her muscles were twitching with such force. He did not stop licking her, his tongue now flicking her cl*t in a fluttering motion.
“Julian!” she moaned. She could feel it, feel herself coming to the edge. She was almost there. Almost—
He pulled away just as she was about to come, and she let out a gasping cry.
“No!” she cried. “Don’t stop!” Her body was wracked with shivers of desire, the agonizing pain of want rippling through her nerves. Her hands pulled at his hair and her legs tightened around him. If she had not been so turned on, she would have been ashamed at how needy she was, but Julian seemed to enjoy it.
He paused to look up at her between her br**sts.
“God, you’re beautiful. Tell me what you want.”
“Please... please...” she whimpered. She craved the release, needed it. Needed him. Her hands were tearing at his hair, pulling at his shoulders.
“Yes?”
“More,” she gasped. “Just a little more.”
“Anything for you,” he said. He bent his head and renewed his task with full vigor, and Shannon was immediately propelled back up into the heights of pleasure.
“Oh god,” she moaned. “Yes. Oh god yes, right there.” She had never been one to talk in the bedroom, had always felt embarrassed about her moans and noises. For whatever reason, here on the soft bed of a famous rock star, she felt something inside her shake free of its chains and break loose.
“YES!” She screamed aloud as Julian sucked hard. She did not even try to suppress the thrills running through her body. “OH YES!” She was rising higher, higher than ever before, and she knew that the orgasm that would soon hit her was going to shake her to the core.
Then Julian plunged two fingers into her wet, dripping slit, and she came immediately, her moans and screams sounding alien to her, far away. Her entire body shuddered and clenched around him, and he worked his fingers deeper, pressing out so that she was filled completely.
The waves of her orgasm did not seem to ever stop. Julian’s lips were sucking her cl*t hard and her body rocked against him, arching and twisting as she moaned his name. Her blood was pumping through her veins and she shivered, coming again and again as he pressed his fingers into her.
“Julian, oh god! Julian!”
Her breath was ragged against the air when she finally felt the orgasm subside. Julian wiped his mouth against his arm and bent over, kissing her there once more, lightly. She shivered, now ticklish in every nerve down there.
Oh god, what he must think of her? Screaming like that... moaning his name? But when Julian slid next to her, wrapping one arm under her body, she saw that he was smiling. She rolled over slightly with him and he kissed the back of her neck.
“Shannon, you are so beautiful,” he murmured. She looked up. The mirror was right in front of her, but she could not even recognize herself in it. Her hair was mussed, her face flushing red with the heat of her orgasm, but she looked... beautiful.
His hand slid up and down the side of her hip, caressing her skin, and she felt at that moment that she could do anything, be anyone. It was impossible, but here they were. She was in Julian Bremmer’s arms, and she looked beautiful.
“You taste so good,” he whispered into her ear. She felt her body shiver again, as though another small orgasm was shaking her. “So hot.”
Shannon had never imagined a man who could be turned on by going down on her, but Julian was stroking her, caressing her, and she knew that he was telling the truth. He kissed her neck again and she moaned.
“Oh, Julian.” She began to turn around so that she could return the favor, but he stopped her.
“Let’s just lie like this for a while,” Julian said.
“You don’t want...” Shannon trailed off. In her heart a twinge of pain made her wince and a hundred ugly questions reared up. She had fought so hard to keep her anxiety at bay, but it was like the mythical hydra – every time she thought she had cut down one of her insecurities, two more rose to take its place.
Did he think she was ugly?
Was he not turned on?
Did he just not want her? Would anyone ever really want her?
“You don’t want to...” She tried again to say the words, but her throat seemed to be closed. Ridiculous – a second ago she had been sure of his affection, but now she couldn’t even bring herself to ask him if he wanted to f**k her.
“I do,” Julian said, hugging her tight. He kissed her temple. “Just not tonight. Not right now.”
“Why?”
As soon as the word came out, Shannon knew she had messed up. Julian’s face dropped and Shannon tried to repair the damage.
“I don’t mean... I only wanted to...”
Julian shook his head and smiled again, and Shannon’s heart unclenched a bit in her chest.
“Don’t worry, Shannon,” he said. “It’s just that I’m really tired from the show, and the band is traveling tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
Julian stroked her hair with his fingers.
“We have two more stops on the tour.”
Shannon wanted to ask if she would see him again, but she worried about sounding needy. He answered her unspoken question with a kiss.
“Please, please don’t worry. I want you,” he said, kissing her shoulder. “I want to be with you again. And I want to f**k you like crazy.” He grinned, and Shannon flushed a bit, giggling.
“Do you always get what you want?” Shannon teased. She felt so much better, so relieved. He did want her. Of course he was tired.
“Always,” Julian said, hugging her. He wrapped his body around her, curling her tightly to his chest in post-coital bliss. “Do you need to wake up for anything? Class?”
“No,” she said. She would take tomorrow off and spend her hours dreaming about what had just happened. It already felt unreal to her, like an image through a lens. She heard him yawn behind her.
“Goodnight then, sexy redhead.”
“Goodnight, sexy rock star.”
Shannon looked at herself in the dimly lit mirror. Her body was covered by the sheets but she could still make out the line of her shoulder, dipping down to her waist and then back up to her hip. Julian’s dark hair lay tousled over the pillow, his arm slung across her curves under the covers. His chest rose and fell, and she could feel him easing steadily into the rhythm of sleep behind her.
What next? she thought, then mentally kicked herself for being ridiculous. There was nothing that came next, just an awkward conversation and shuffle out the door in the morning. It wasn’t as though a girl like her could ever be the girlfriend of a rock star. And yet...
She looked again in the mirror. Julian’s body fit against hers like they were two pieces of a puzzle. Her hair was a dark ruby red in the dim light, and for a split second she glimpsed the beauty that Julian saw in her. Sexy redhead, indeed. Her eyelids drooped down sleepily as she fell out of one dream and into another.