Love Song

The Last Song

    “That was the last time I found you! ” I sing into my mic as the music comes to an end.

    I can barely hear it over the thundering crowd surrounding the stage in front of me. Thousands of arms and bodies bouncing and swaying, their voices joining in a cacophony of sound threatening to overwhelm me. My right arm is stretched above my head, both my legs parted to form an upside down V. The colorful signs and posters have my name written all over them with hearts and roses. They adore me. I beam back at them with the same level of adoration.

    My thighs burn from dancing around the stage for the last two hours with minimal breaks in between. My heart pounds and my lungs contract, trying desperately to pull in more oxygen. I can feel sweat dripping down my bare back, down into dark places few have ventured into.

    The lights on the stage finally go dark, and I relax my stance, fumbling around the sound equipment to get to the right side of the stage. One of my assistants wraps a small white towel around my shoulders. I use it to wipe the sweat off my face, knowing my makeup won’t budge in the process. I can barely see as my eyes try to adjust in the darkness, but I let my team guide me toward the rear exit. Someone shoves a cool water bottle in my hand and tells me to take a drink. I comply without a second thought. 

    A back door opens up revealing a small driveway where my mini motorcade awaits. I barely have time to process my surroundings as I’m herded along. My ears are still ringing from the roaring crowd of fans I left behind me. There would be no after party tonight. I may face some backlash online over it, but it can be easily explained away by some stomach bug or fainting spell. My fans will eat up whatever excuses I feed them at this point in my career. They are my subjects, and I am their Queen.

    Three black SUVs are parked in the alley, engines running, their windows all blacked out. One of my security guards opens the back door to the middle vehicle, and I step up to climb in, no lights are on inside per my usual instructions. My legs threaten to give out beneath me, but several hands help guide me all the way in before the door slams shut behind me. I reach out in the darkness, knowing what’s waiting for me. My heart continues to pound in my chest. This time, it’s not the adrenaline of the stage that causes it. This time, it’s the anticipation of what will come next.

    His firm hands find me easily in the darkness. After all, his eyes are already adjusted to the lack of lighting. I can’t see his face, but I know it’s him. The rough palms of his hands are as familiar to me as my own. He pulls me onto his lap, my legs going to their familiar position on either side of his muscular thighs, straddling him. I feel like a small child in his grip, but his kiss is as adult as the rest of him, rough and wet. His tongue slips between my teeth, and as always, I lose all control.

    I barely notice the vehicle has started moving. I don’t worry about my safety in this car. With two other vehicles full of my security detail surrounding me, and Cal underneath me, I’m safer than I’ll ever be. 

    His hands pull at the laces on the back of my shirt, slipping it off me easily enough. His mouth finds one of my n*****s, and he bites down, a scream of pleasure escaping my lips. My driver doesn’t even flinch. This is how I unwind after most performances. It’s a way to extend the high from the stage. Cal’s fingernails drag down my back, making me buck against him. I want my pants off. I want his pants off. I don’t like waiting. Next time, I’ll make sure he undresses before I get in the car, I muse.

    Before my hands can get there, Cal is unzipping his pants and yanking my black spandex jeggings down. He grabs me by my hair and shoves me to my knees roughly. He knows I don’t like being put in this position, while at the same time, it turns me on beyond comparison. It’s a paradox that has never made sense to me or my v****a, but here we are.

    I try to resist, but it’s useless. He knows I want it like this. He knows I like it rough. After going down on him for several minutes, Cal picks me up from the floor of the SUV as if I weigh nothing at all. Which, to him, I probably don’t. He sets me back down on his lap, angling my hips for easier access. My impatience takes over then, and I slide myself down onto his hard c**k. He moans as it goes deeper inside me. He grips my hips with both hands and starts bouncing me up and down, my breasts bumping gently against his cheeks in the process. 

    I lean down to kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck for support. His teeth bite into my lower lip, and I taste my own blood. I turn my head to the side as I get closer to climax and glimpse the I-5 freeway speeding under us at seventy miles an hour. My heart seems to mimic this speed as it races to finish. Cal continues to push himself against me. I pull back slightly, moving one of my hands from his neck to between my legs. Determined to finish before we get off the freeway two exits from now, I press my middle finger against my c**t, rubbing it as Cal f***s me harder. He can sense my intentions, having been with me for the last three years, he knows my desires sometimes better than I do.

    My head falls back against his chest, threatening to black out as the first orgasm rips through me. My whole body clenches up, blood pulsing through my stiff limbs. A leg cramp is forming, preparing to halt our physical activity, so I force my leg muscles to relax for a moment. As the pain fades into the background, I start fingering my c**t again, my eyes following his repeated thrusts inside me, building me up to another orgasm. Just as the SUV starts to pull off onto my exit, a second orgasm rips through me, harder and longer this time. My whole body clenches down against his c**k inside me, squeezing tighter and tighter. Cal can’t hold back anymore. I feel his warmth spreading inside me as he finishes right after me, the SUV coming to a complete stop at a traffic light. 

    We’re both panting in the darkness, though I can just make out his features now. His eyes burn into mine, our foreheads touching. The whole car smells like s*x now, I’m realizing as I come down from my high. His hands are wrapped around my butt, keeping me from sliding off him. Headlights flash by as we make our way through the Hollywood Hills towards my house. I lick my lips, tasting a bit of blood still there from Cal biting it before. 

    “Roz?” Cal’s voice is low and rough, and I can smell a hint of the menthols he probably smoked before I got in the car.

    “Yeah, baby?” I whisper breathlessly.

    “I f*****g love you,” he says, pressing his lips against mine and taking the breath right out of my mouth.

    I vaguely realize our car has stopped, longer than what it would if we were at a light. I glance out of the corner of my eye, not wanting our embrade to end, and spot the stone steps leading up to my mansion. Either we’d made it home in record time from the Staples Center, or I had seriously lost track of time while Cal was f*****g my brains out. 

    “s**t, baby, we’re here,” I say, pulling away from him slightly. I glance around the floor for my discarded clothes.

    Cal slips out from under me and hands me my jeggings and top. I slip the jeggings on, but realize with dismay that my top is torn and wouldn’t cover anything at this point. I decide to head inside topless, knowing none of my neighbors will see or even care. I live on the same street as several movie stars that care more about their own fame than what I, their neighbor, do at night on my own property. 

    My driver opens one of the doors for me. Before I can step out, Cal grabs my wrist, pulling me against him one more time. His left hand squeezes my breast hard, and I can feel him starting to get hard again. A girlish giggle escapes my lips, and I pull away.

    “Oh no. You’re done for tonight, Mr.,” I tease, putting one foot onto the step to get out. 

    “Roz Ferrera, you truly are something else,” Cal says, zipping his pants back up with a low grunt.

    “That’s my name, don’t wear it out,” I blow him a quick kiss as my feet make contact with my gravel driveway.

    “Maybe I should start using your stage name then, Sapphire Rose,” Cal says, raising one of his eyebrows.

    I frown, putting my hands on my hips.

    “You know I hate that. It’s just a name I made up for my fans,” I say. “I like when you call me Roz.” 

    Cal leans out the open door, and I grab one of his belt loops to try and pull him closer to me. He doesn’t budge, his big, muscular frame staying put. A small smile twitches at the corner of his lips. I have to step on my tiptoes to kiss him, and I feel his hand on my lower back, almost lifting me off the ground. I don’t even care that I’m topless at this moment. He lets go of me and disappears back inside the dark interior of my SUV. I wish he could come inside, but the timing isn’t ideal. I know my security team will get him safely back to his condo on Sunset Blvd. 

    My driver closes the car door, and I take that as a sign to head inside. Flanked by two of my guys, I walk up the stone steps to the front door. A few lights are on inside. I know he’ll be waiting up for me. He always does. My n*****s perk up as a cool breeze blows by. One of my guys pulls the front door open for me, and I skip inside, higher than a kindergartener's kite. 

    The bright lights in the front hall nearly blind me, so I flick the switch to turn them off completely. I make my way upstairs to our bedroom, my bare breasts freely bouncing up and down gently. My guards remain downstairs, monitoring the exterior cameras and relieving the previous shift for the night. The carpet is soft against my bare feet, and I can see a sliver of light coming from under the door to our bedroom. I push open the door and see him lying in bed propped up on pillows, a book in his hands as usual. 

    I lean against the doorframe, waiting for him to notice me. It takes a minute, but when he does, he marks his place in the book and sets it on his side table. I bound across the large space and leap onto the fluffy down comforter and pillows on our bed. He laughs as I grab a pillow and start hitting him with it playfully.

    “Rosalyn!” He chides, trying to use another pillow as his shield. When I don’t quit, he grabs my waist and pulls me under the blankets on top of him, our legs and arms twisting in a loving embrace. We stare at each other for several moments in silence. 

    Justin finally breaks it.

    “How was the concert, my love?” He breaths in my face.

    I smile. “It was incredible. You should have seen the crowds. The energy was amazing--I didn’t want it to end!” I gush, rolling off him onto my back.

    “Well, I know you’re sad that was the last concert on your tour, but I have to say I’m happy to have you back home for a while,” Justin says, turning over on his side and running his fingertips along my flat belly. 

    I catch him eyeing my breasts questioningly, but he doesn’t say anything about my lack of a top. This isn’t the first time I’ve come home partially undressed like this. He knows how crazy my touring can get. That’s what being a pop star entails at times. He used to travel with me, when my career was fresh and new. But now that he has his own book tours to consider, our travel schedules are too difficult to manage together. 

    His lips brush mine, gentle and soft compared to the s*x I just had on the way here. It satisfies in a different way entirely, but no less pleasurable. My hand finds his erection under the sheets, and I stroke it expertly until he’s good and hard. Without any further provocation, he peels my sweaty jeggings down to my knees, not bothering to get them all the way off. Positioning himself between my thighs, he pushes inside me. There’s no need for any foreplay, I’m still wet from the car ride here. My juices mixed with Cal’s inside me. 

    As he thrusts his erection deeper, Justin uses one of his hands to rub circles around my c**t. My fingers immediately grip the sheets, pulling and tugging at anything within my grasp to hold me down. My hips buck against him, forcing his c**k deeper and deeper. Several more orgasms rip through me before he collapses against my chest, drained and spent. Justin gently curls my body against him, cradling my head under his arm. My mind barely registers the soft lullaby he hums as I drift off into a deep and satisfying slumber.