Backstage Pass

Chapter 2

Her naughty streak was showing, twinkling in her green-flecked, hazel eyes. And yeah, he liked it. He liked it a hell of a lot. “Are you sure?”

“Positive. I have a PhD in c**k-tease-ology.”

“Was that an honorary degree?”

She laughed. “I’ve studied it for years. I’m something of an expert.”

He sighed. “Okay. So if I’m not going to get laid, why did you ask me to come to your room?”

“I already told you. I want to help you with your condition.”

“So you said. And that’s why I hurried up here, instead of passing out under the table in the lounge.”

“Sit down.”

He didn’t want to let her go, her soft curves fit against him so perfectly, but she wriggled out of his arms and disappeared into the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the bed to stop the room from spinning.

She returned a moment later and pressed two pills into his hand. “Ecstasy?” He tossed the pills in his mouth without looking at them. She handed him a sports drink and he swallowed the pills.

“Actually, that was Vitamin B and Vitamin C,” she said. “Drink that entire bottle.”

“You’re giving me vitamins?” He c****d an eyebrow at her and took another drink from the bottle.

“They’ll prevent a hangover.” She went over to a side cabinet and returned with a banana.

He eyed the piece of fruit warily. “I’m not that kinky, Professor Sex.”

She grinned. “I was hoping you are.”

“Okay, I am.” His c**k throbbed. Fully erect now, it tried desperately to break free of the fly of his jeans. Was she really going to leave him in this condition? She’d said she would help him with it. And this wasn’t helping. At all.

She stood close to him, his knee between hers. The hem of her skirt brushed his thigh. He wanted to put more under that skirt than his knee. The silk of her top pulled against her breasts when she moved. Such nice breasts. So soft against his chest. The only thing keeping his hands off them was the orange-flavored sports drink he gripped with both hands. Well that, and the fear she’d tell him he did not have permission to touch her.

She peeled the banana, broke off a chunk, and slid it in his mouth. “Eat it. It will settle your stomach and also help prevent a hangover.”

He chewed the piece of banana and swallowed. “You’re taking care of me?”

“Trying to. Are you resisting?”

Taking her hand, he kissed the inside of her wrist gently. “I like it. Can I do something for you?” He flicked his tongue against the inside of her wrist suggestively while looking up at her.

Her fingers curled involuntarily and her n*****s hardened beneath her thin, white top. He found himself completely immersed in her. Her scent. The sound of her soft voice. The taste of her skin. And her body? Perfect. How much resistance would she offer if he tossed her down on the bed and tried to have his way with her?

“Grrrr.” Uh… Did he just growl? He hoped he’d imagined it.

She tugged her hand from his and took a step away. She seemed to realize he wasn’t as harmless as she’d first gauged. “Sleep it off, Brian. And I might let you make it up to me tomorrow.”

She broke off another piece of banana and pressed it into his mouth. He chewed, swallowed, and chased the banana with the rest of his sports drink. He set the empty bottle on the side table and placed a hand on the back of her leg, just above her knee. She emitted an excited little gasp.

He grinned up at her. “You’d better get some rest then. You’ll need your stamina.”

“So will you.” She fed him more banana and shifted sideways out of his grasp. “Do you need me to help you get back to your room?”

He frowned. “I can’t stay here?” If he returned to the band’s hotel suite tonight, he’d never hear the end of it from the guys.

It made his head swim to look up at her, but he did it anyway. He liked to look at her. Gorgeous. Feminine. Mature. No girl, she was all woman. She maintained an outer appearance of propriety, but he sensed an undercurrent of blazing-hot sexuality. He’d never been with a woman like her. Sophisticated sensuality. What would she be like in bed? Reserved? Kinky? Passionate? Placid? Dominant? Submissive? He had to know.

She touched his lips with her fingertip. “If I let you stay, do you promise to behave?”

“Absolutely not.”

Her finger moved from his lips to trace his eyebrow. “In that case, I insist.”

He moaned and fell back on the bed, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Why did I have to get so drunk?”

“Take off your boots and climb into bed.”

“Do I get a goodnight kiss, at least?” he murmured. His eyes refused to open. His body went limp as he lost awareness.

***

Myrna leaned over Brian and pressed a goodnight kiss to his forehead. The poor guy had passed out cold. She bent to remove his black leather boots, took the spiked bracelet off his wrist and removed a long, silver chain from his belt loop. She rolled him onto his side, in case he threw up in the middle of the night, and covered him with a blanket.

She watched him sleep for a moment.

Brian Sinclair.

Brian Sinclair, the renowned guitarist.

Brian “Master” Sinclair, guitar hero, rock god, perfect specimen of a man, was passed out in her hotel room! He’d kissed her. God, how he’d kissed her. If she didn’t have rules about when she allowed herself to have s*x with a new acquaintance, he’d probably be making love to her right now. She seriously needed to amend her rules. Her body ached with wanting him. The man was too sexy for his own good.

She gnawed her lower lip as she watched him sleep. Would he still be interested in her when he wasn’t looking at her through beer goggles? Their age difference weighed heavily on her mind. She was at least seven years his senior, but she looked younger than 35. Everyone said so. Maybe he wouldn’t realize… He’d probably figure it out tomorrow, though. She didn’t have the body of an eighteen-year-old anymore. She’d just have to show him that being with an older woman had certain advantages. Assuming he was interested. The way he looked at her had made her bones melt. And his strong, yet gentle, touch? Her legs had almost given out on her when he’d placed a hand on the back of her thigh. It had been way too long since she’d last had s*x. That had to be the explanation for the lustful creature he’d awakened in her. She’d just get him out of her system and send him on his way.

Myrna drew away from the bed to get ready to sleep with him. Heat rose to the surface of her skin. No, not sleep with him, sleep next to him. The ache between her thighs intensified. As she changed into her nightgown and hung her suit in the closet, she wondered if she’d ever get to sleep tonight. If she had any sense at all, she would have made him go back to his room, but he’d kissed her entirely senseless. She went through her nightly routine and then climbed into bed next to Brian, suddenly grateful that she’d taken a suite with a single king-sized bed, instead of one with two queens. With only one available bed, she had a perfectly good reason to share it with him. Right?

And with him passed out, he’d never know what she did to him while he slept.

She reached across the bed and took his hand, tracing his fingers in awe. She hadn’t just been making small talk in the lounge. The man really was a musical genius. These fingers worked magic on a fret board. She didn’t doubt they’d work magic on her skin. She gently kissed each fingertip of his left hand, and cradled it between her breasts. She closed her eyes and tried to clear her head enough to sleep. When Brian shifted and buried her under his hard body, she decided sleep was highly overrated.

Moist heat trailed up the side of Myrna’s neck. She sighed, more asleep than awake. A gentle suction just under her ear drew a shudder from her body. She gave herself over to the feel of his mouth against her skin and the warm strength of his hard body behind her. The backs of his fingers brushed over the bare skin just beneath her navel. Her body tensed with need. His fingers slid beneath the waistband of her panties, teasing curls of hair as he sought her clit. She was so hot and swollen. How had he gotten her so worked up so quickly? His fingers stroked her with the speed, pressure, and rhythm required to bring her to orgasm in seconds.

“Oh God!” she cried as her body convulsed with release. She’d never climaxed so quickly in her life.

She turned her head to seek his mouth with hers. She reached for him, her hand finding the warm skin of his arm. He’d removed his shirt while she’d been sleeping. A little more exploring found he still wore his jeans. Damn.

He kissed her, and then shifted her back against his chest with one hand splayed over her bare belly. His other hand cupped her breast through her nightgown. He rested his chin on her shoulder and sighed.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

“Horny.”

She chuckled. “I meant your hangover.”

“What hangover?”

She smiled and her hand slid between their bodies, cupping his erection through his pants. She’d suspected it last night when he’d pressed his bulge against her mound, but her fondling confirmed it. Oh yes, huge. Her entire body throbbed. Brian caught her hand to prevent her from stroking him, but didn’t move it away.

“Hold on,” he said. “You left me in quite a state last night. I’m about to explode already.”

“Do you even remember last night?”

“Every moment, Myrna.”

She was surprised he remembered anything, much less her name. “There is something warm and wet between my thighs that wants to be filled with this.” She squeezed his c**k gently, her hand still trapped in his.

He groaned and moved to climb from the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“I gotta go to the bathroom and jerk one out or I won’t last five seconds.”

“Oh no, you’re not.” She clung to his waist to prevent him from climbing from the bed. “I’ll take care of that for you.”

She unfastened his belt buckle and unbuttoned his fly, before freeing his c**k from the confines of his boxers.

At the sight of his thick erection, her p***y twitched with longing. “Beautiful,” she murmured.

“Beautiful?”

She supposed guys didn’t want their c***s referred to as beautiful. She hadn’t called it cute at least. It wasn’t cute though, it was at least ten inches of smooth, gorgeous man flesh. Veins strained against the darkened skin. She couldn’t wait to taste him, to run her tongue along the rim of the enlarged head. She tore her gaze from his c**k to look at him.

“It’s a f*****g beast, Brian. You’re going to tear me in half with that thing!”

He looked stunned at first, but then laughed. “The only way to save yourself from my beast is to put it in your mouth.”

She kissed the tip, sucking one side gently, and then moved away to peel his pants, boxers and socks off in one sweep.

“Just lie back and relax,” she said. Her ex-husband’s accusatory voice filtered through her thoughts, Go ahead, Myrna. Suck his c**k. Prove me right again, you w***e.

She paused, glancing up at Brian uncertainly. He propped a pillow against the headboard and leaned back, spreading his legs, trusting her with his most sensitive areas without hesitation. He’d think she was a w***e, too, wouldn’t he?

“What’s the matter?” Brian touched her hair gently. “If you don’t want to…”

But she did want to. She ran her hands up the insides of his thighs and spread his legs farther apart. She cupped his balls in one hand, finding them full and tight, the skin cool to the touch. He gasped. She gently raked her fingernails over his scrotum, and then lowered her head to draw the loose skin into her mouth, sucking and licking his flesh until his entire body tensed. She nipped the wrinkled skin with her teeth. He jerked.

“What the—?”

Go ahead, Brian, call me a w***e.

When his body relaxed again, she lifted her head and took his c**k in her mouth, sucking him deep into her throat. She swallowed. He groaned. She sucked hard as she pulled back, and rubbed the rim of the head with her tongue before drawing away completely. He grunted in protest when he fell free of her mouth. She blew a breath of cool air over the moistened tip. He sucked a breath through his teeth.

“Mmm,” she murmured, and then lowered her head to suck on the skin of his scrotum again.

“Myr, you’re killing me,” he whispered.

She sucked a testicle into her mouth.

“Whoa!” He clutched the bedclothes in both fists and banged his head back against the headboard.

She released his flesh from her mouth and touched his c**k with her fingertips. It jumped in response.

“Please,” he begged. “Suck me. God. Please.”

She lowered her head further, tonguing the crease of skin between his balls and her ultimate goal. When her tongue danced over the puckered flesh of his anus, he squirmed, panting as she tested the limits of his self-control. After a moment, he relaxed and she pressed the tip of her tongue inside him. He twitched.

He hadn’t called her a w***e yet, but she knew he must have been thinking it.

She withdrew her tongue and placed a sucking kiss around his puckered flesh before moving to take his c**k in her mouth.

“Yes,” he gasped. “Thank you.”

She cupped his balls in one hand, massaging gently as she drew his c**k in and out of her mouth, applying the most suction at its head as she let it fall from her lips, and then she’d take it within again. By the hitch in his breathing, she could tell he was close. She wanted him to come in her mouth. Wanted to taste him. Swallow him. Make his body spasm with release.

Only whores like to swallow, Jeremy’s voice assured her.

She squeezed her eyes closed and took Brian’s c**k deep into her throat.

“Mmmmmm…” she purred loudly.

“God!”

She drew back and bobbed her head up and down rapidly as she sucked. Her lips bumped over the sensitive rim faster and faster. One hand held the base of his c**k firmly so she could concentrate on her technique, the other continued to massage his balls gently. His groans of pleasure encouraged her to suck harder, move faster. Come, Brian. Come on. Give me what I want.

She knew he was holding back on her, selfishly trying to prolong his pleasure. She didn’t mind. She loved a challenge. She wriggled her tongue against the underside of his c**k as she sucked him deep. When he was buried deep in her throat again, she hummed and dipped the tip of a finger into his ass.

“f**k, woman!” He grabbed her hair as his hips bucked off the mattress and he bathed the back of her throat with his juices.

She smiled, sucking him and swallowing his offering until he stopped spurting. When his body went limp, she released his c**k from her mouth and collapsed beside him, breathing hard to catch her breath.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, still panting. “Amazing.”

Why don’t you tell me what you really think of me? Jeremy had never had a problem expressing himself.

Brian reached for her and drew her against him. She buried her face in his side, inhaling his scent. s****l excitement had strengthened his unique, musky aroma. She loved the smell of his body. There was probably something wrong with that, too. She struggled to free herself from his embrace, but he held her fast.

“I need to take a shower,” she said, her hand pressing against the skull tattoo on his abdomen. “I have several sessions I’m supposed to attend this morning.”

“The only sessions you’re attending will be right here.” He pointed at his softening c**k. “As soon as I can move, that is.”

She didn’t disgust him? She looked up at him, expecting him to be staring her down with accusation, but he just grinned as if he was half stoned.

“Don’t you have things to do today?” she asked.

“Lots,” he said. “And they all involve your body.”

Her heart kicked. She smiled. Maybe he was okay with her uninhibited side. “You rock stars have such hard lives.”

He was quiet for a long moment. “Did you just suck me off like a maniac because I’m a rock star or because you like me?”

She cringed. “Does it matter?”

“Yeah.”

“I like you.” She paused. “I also like that you’re a rock star. I’m especially drawn to those magical fingers of yours.” She took his hand in hers and kissed his fingertips.

“But if I wasn’t famous, you wouldn’t have anything to do with me.”

“If you weren’t famous, I probably would have been too shy to introduce myself to you last night. I would have wanted to suck you off like a maniac, regardless. You’re irresistibly sexy, Brian.”

He grinned. “I guess that’s good enough for me.”

She reached up and touched his handsome face. “Does it bother you that women respond to your fame?”

“Not usually.” He shrugged. “Sometimes.”

He wanted something real, not the fantasy. She could see it in his soft, brown eyes as he gazed at her. She was sorry to disappoint him, but she was all about the fantasy. He’d just have to find a way to cope when her few hours in fantasyland came to an end. And so what if that made her a w***e. She was tired of pretending to be a good girl. I always saw the real you and I loved you anyway, Jeremy’s voice intruded her thoughts again. She shook her head slightly.

“Can you move yet?” she asked, hoping Brian could exorcise the demon of Jeremy from her thoughts.

“Let me try.” His free hand covered her breast and squeezed. “Almost.”

She gazed down his body. Her hand slid down his belly toward his slack c**k. It twitched in response. She grinned. “Almost.”

“So where is this piercing you told us about last night?”

She flushed. “I was only teasing. I don’t really have a body piercing. Or a tattoo.”

“I don’t believe you. I’ll need to look you over for myself.”

He stripped her nightgown off over her head and pressed her down flat on her back.

“Hmm. I don’t see any here,” he said, gazing at her breasts. “Just let me make sure.” He stroked her n****e with his fingertips, drawing it to a hardened bud. He lowered his head, flicked the taunt tip with his tongue and then sucked it into his mouth.

Myrna gasped. He sucked hard, stroking the underside of her n****e and breast with his tongue.

“Nope, definitely no piercing,” he said. “Better check the other one.”

He repeated the treatment on her other breast. Her fingers stole into the soft strands of his longish hair, holding him there. He lifted his head and blew a cool breath over her moist n****e. Her body jerked.

He didn’t move for a moment and she gazed down at him. He was watching her as if waiting for something.

“If you let go of my hair, I can continue my inspection.”

She flushed and released his hair. His mouth left a trail of wet kisses along the underside of her breast, across her ribs to the center of her stomach, and then down to her navel. He dipped his tongue into her bellybutton rhythmically, causing a flood of heat between her thighs. She throbbed with need, craving that thrusting rhythm within. Ah God, f**k me, Brian. She bit her lip so she didn’t make the mistake of saying it aloud.

“No navel ring,” he murmured.

He continued down her body, sucking a trail over her lower belly. A spasm shook her body and she giggled.

“Ticklish?”

“A little.”

He blew a cool breath over the moist trail he’d left behind and she moaned. He used the distraction to slide her panties from her body.

“One more place I need to check.” He wrapped a hand around each leg, just above her knees and spread her thighs wide.

“You already checked there.” Her body tensed. She wasn’t a fan of having her clit licked. So few men did it right.

His fingers combed through the nest of curls at the apex of her thighs. “You don’t shave this off regularly?”

She flushed. She knew the trends among younger women. She kept her pubic hair trimmed, but didn’t shave it into unusual shapes or thin strips.

“It’s there for a reason.” She slipped into s*x professor mode. “It maintains the s****l scents. Also each hair is associated with a nerve ending, so increases sensory input to the brain during copulation.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Copulation?”

Oh God. Had she turned him off with her cerebral discussion of a primitive urge? “f*****g?”

“I prefer making love.” He grinned. “And you’re right about the scent.” He inhaled her essence deeply through his nose. “Definitely a turn on.”

His calloused fingertips found the hood of skin covering her clit. He exposed the swollen nub buried within and, using a second finger, stroked her to climax in seconds. She cried out, her thighs quivering as the sensation rippled through her body. How did he do that?

“You come so easily.” He kissed the inside of her thigh. “Definitely a turn on.” She couldn’t lift her head to look at him, but could hear the smile in his voice.

She didn’t usually come so quickly. Usually when a man was in control, she never reached climax. Brian was a genius with those fingers of his. And not just as a guitarist.

“You’re amazing,” she gasped.

“All those solos.” His finger stroked her again and she shuddered.

“Feel free to practice on me any time.”

He chuckled. “I’m not sure you want to offer that.”

She was one hundred and one percent sure that she did.

His hair brushed the insides of her thighs as he lowered his head. She tensed again. He sucked her clit into his mouth and stroked it with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh God,” she groaned. He was good at this, too?

Brian continued sucking and stroking her with his tongue. Her p***y throbbed in protest of its neglect. She wanted him inside her so bad. His big, beautiful c**k pounding her fast and hard. She couldn’t take any more. She had to have him.

She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him away from the glorious things he was doing to her clit. “Take me, Brian,” she said. “Now.”

“Not yet.”

If demands didn’t work, perhaps begging would earn his mercy. “Please. Please, Brian. I ache with wanting you inside me.”

His fingers traced the slippery rim of her eager opening. “You want me in here?”

She shifted her hips, willing to accept even his fingers inside her. Anything to fill that aching emptiness.

He drew his hand away, leaving her wanting. “You’re dripping wet, baby. Has it been a while since you’ve been f****d properly?”

She wasn’t sure if she’d ever been f****d properly. She knew she’d never been this turned on in her life. “You’re cruel.” She pouted.

“If I was being cruel, you’d know it. Let go of my hair and trust me to satisfy you.”

She released his hair, lifted her head and looked down at him. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. My c**k is calling me every sort of a son of a b***h right now. He wants to be inside you twice as much as you want him there.”

“Impossible.”

He grinned. “He’ll wait for a few more minutes though. Can you handle that?”

“Just a few?”

He nodded.

“I’ll try.” Some of her building excitement had dissipated. She wished she hadn’t stopped him now. She relaxed onto the bed and gripped handfuls of the sheets to prevent herself from pulling his hair again.

He doesn’t want you, Myrna. Who’d want a cheating w***e?

Shut up, Jeremy.

Brian lowered his head and drew his tongue along the inside of her labia, flicked it across her anus and then trailed it back up the other side.

“Nnggnn,” she groaned.

He sucked her clit back into his mouth and her hips bucked involuntarily. While he sucked her and stroked her with his tongue, his fingers traced the rim of her vaginal opening, never dipping inside, just teasing her to the point of tears. He kept her at the brink of orgasm. Whenever her breath would hitch as she approached release, he’d pause in his torment until she settled down again. Her need for him intensified with each increasing peak.

When she was convinced she was going to die, he slid two fingers inside her.

She cried out, her back arching. He curled his fingers and pressed up inside her, slowly withdrawing until she screamed with release. He rubbed that perfect spot inside until her legs trembled and her thighs clamped together over his hand. He knew how to find a g-spot? Ah, God. Gifted. The man was sexually gifted. Myrna forced herself to relax her leg lock on his hand. When her body stopped quaking, he removed his fingers and slid from the end of the bed.

“Don’t get up,” he said.

He left her lying there, dazed. He was done? He didn’t want her? Fighting tears of rejection, she watched him search the floor for his clothes. His hard c**k jutted before him, thickly veined and straining. Did he find her so repulsive that he’d just leave while still in that condition?