Authors: D. H. Cameron
“I wasn’t sure until I saw you on stage.
When you sang to me, I wanted to jump up there and give the crowd a real show,” I teased. I heard another low groan in response.
“This is San Francisco.
Live sex shows aren’t that big a deal to these folks,” James replied and I laughed. I’d heard about the theaters downtown where women performed live sex acts for the patrons. The idea of letting James take me on stage was preposterous, but strangely arousing.
“Then maybe I should have,” was all I said and I saw the look of desire
in James’ eyes. As much fun as this was, I was anxious to get to my room. I wasn’t sure how the evening would turn out, but I knew what I wanted to do. I was going to beg James to fuck me but actions spoke louder than words. Finally, we made it to my hotel. We wasted no time getting upstairs to my room. I was on a lower floor so there was little time for James to be naughty in the elevator. Once inside the room, however, James was on me before I’d even bolted the door.
“Damn, I want you so bad, little girl,” James said as he spun me around and pulled me to him.
His lips met mine and his tongue invaded my mouth exploring and playing with mine. His arms pulled my hips to his and I felt his hardness press against me. Oh, how I wanted to touch it and please him. I let James have his way with me though, enjoying his desperate touch. I raised a fishnet-covered leg and wrapped it around him, James grasped my thigh and his lips moved to my neck.
“I want you, James Turner,” I said breathlessly and he lifted his head to regard me.
“You call that begging?” he asked. I could see the intensity in his eyes and I was pretty sure James was going to fuck me no matter what I said.
“No, but if you go to my bed and sit down, I’ll show you some begging,” I said
. That got a devilish laugh from James before he let me go and walked to my bed. I followed, feeling wildly sexy in my leather and fishnets. He sat on the bed and I knelt between his knees. My hands immediately went to his belt, worked it loose and then the metal button and zipper of his jeans were next. I yanked his fly apart and then took his plump cock from his briefs. It stood tall freed from James’ pants, long and thick, his balls covered in a trimmed fuzz. I took him in both hands, one on his shaft and the other fondling his balls, though he could have easily accommodated both of my hands along his beautiful cock.
“This is begging,” I said and took James’ quickly hardening cock into my mouth.
He grunted as he disappeared between my lips and my hand slid up and down softly along his length. He was iron sheathed in silk and I could already taste his excitement as he leaked into my mouth. My inexperience didn’t seem to matter. I let James’ moans and growls tell me what felt good to him, though I was pretty sure he’d enjoy anything I did. James took a handful of my hair and pushed himself further into me. He was gentle but I was thrilled as he exerted control.
“Yeah, that’s the kind of begging I like,” James hissed.
His breathing was ragged and I could tell he would not be able to endure much of my attention his excitement was so extreme. I sucked him faster for a moment and then lifted my head. I stroked him as I smiled up at him. His mischievous grin returned as he stroked my hair, then let his hand caress my cheek and finally held my face and stroked my lips with his thumb. “I do like it when you get fired up, little girl,” James whispered.
“I want you inside me, James.
I want you to make love to me like you sing on stage. I want to feel that same power and intensity. Take me, James. Fuck me and make me yours,” I begged him. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply and then James tossed me to the bed before I knew what had happened. James stood and undressed so I could watch. God, he was magnificent! His tattoos extended beyond his arms and onto his chest and back. Random images that I assumed meant something to him and I made a mental note to ask sometime but right now, I was interested in more than his ink.
Once James was finish
ed pulling his boots off, he reached out and relieved me of my skirt and black panties in one fell swoop. He pushed my legs up into the air as he dove between my fishnet clad thighs and I felt that grisly beard tickle my hot folds and bare mound. I shrieked as his tongue found my crease. He drew it up through my silken lips and over my clit before he engulfed me in his mouth. I was so wet but I was glad he took the time to go down on me. I loved that beard and the way it tickled my nether regions.
I
gasped and fought for breath, as James brought me to the precipice and held me there. I reached out and ran my hands through his hair as his eyes found mine. James watched me as his tongue found my clit and pushed me over the edge. I screamed out as the warm tingle flowed through me. I arched towards him as my climax took over for a moment and all reason left me. My hips churned, desperate for more and James obliged.
His arms wrapped around my thighs
, forcing them wide as his fingers pulled me open and his tongue delved inside my hot tunnel. As he fucked me with his warm tongue and groaned to make it all that much better, his finger did a number on my clit. I went rigid as another orgasm hit me hard. James ate me as aggressively as he sang but this performance was so much more satisfying. I cried out and bucked my hips but James held me with his strong arms and pressed the issue with authority. Without so much as a moment to regain my sanity another climax tore through me, a torrent of sensation unlike anything I’d ever felt.
As the orgasm waned and left me shaking, James loomed over me.
He looked possessed and I knew exactly how he felt. I needed him inside of me as badly as he needed to penetrate my soft silkiness. He hesitated for a moment as his hard shaft bobbed between my thighs. Sensing his concern, I told him, “I’ve got that taken care of. I trust you. Do it!”
James wasted no time
pushing the head of his cock between my slippery folds and sliding his stiff rod inside. It hurt for a moment but I was so excited and wet, I didn’t offer any meaningful resistance. I felt his hips settle against mine and his balls rest against my ass. I draped my legs over his shoulders and James began his insistent thrusting as he hugged my thighs to his broad chest. I discovered I was wrong. I’d never had sex before, not like this. Whatever happened in college couldn’t begin to compare to this in any way, shape or form.
James looked at me
as his cock pounded my satin depths and watched as I came yet again, this time all over his thick cock. I was on the ragged edge of sanity and it seemed every thrust of James’ magnificent tool caused me to feel a new and mind-blowing sensation. I screamed and worked my hips in time with James as he stretched me wide around his long, broad shaft. As the climax released me, I pulled one leg from his shoulders, wrapped it around James’ back and pulled him in even deeper.
“You like it rough, little girl?” James asked but it was more of a statement and I was in no condition to respond anyway.
He pushed my other leg from his shoulder and leaned over me. He pushed my t-shirt and black satin bra up to expose my breasts. I still wore the leather jacket and he pulled it wide open to expose me further. Then James took my delicate wrists in one hand, pushed them over my head and held them there. His other hand pushed my leg up and he pinned it to my chest. I was utterly at his whim as he held me fast and fucked me hard.
“Are you scared?” he asked in a low rumble.
“Yes, a little,” I told him honestly as I felt another climax approach.
“Good,” was all he said before he growled like a wolf and bent to bite my
nipple. I shrieked as the amazing pain and my strongest orgasm yet conspired to rob me of control. I began to sob as the frenzied explosion of exquisite sensation washed over me. James savagely fucked me, holding my wrists and leg, trapping me in place and I loved every wicked moment. With my last ounce of sanity, I lifted my head and kissed him, slipping my tongue into his mouth and then biting his lower lip hard. That was all James could handle and I felt his cock swell and his own orgasm surge from deep within.
“Do it, James.
Come inside me and make me your little girl!” I said and I felt him explode inside me. I screamed and wailed as my own intolerable pleasure matched his. James let out a gutturally, low groan as he arched his back. He pushed as deeply as he could and held himself there as he pinned me to the bed and filled me with his orgasm. He roared one last time and collapsed on top of me, freeing my arms and leg, which I wrapped around his hot and sweaty body as I nuzzled my face into his neck.
~10~
James and I lay on my bed recovering. I had no idea sex could be like that. It was intense and raw, so much better than my experience in college and it lasted a lot longer too. Nevertheless, I was only slightly disappointed that it had still ended so quickly, but knowing it was because I aroused James so deeply made it all worthwhile. Finally, James rolled off me and lay next to me. I missed him filling me, his cock still semi-hard. I sat up, taking a moment to let my head catch up to my body, and wiggled out of my jacket, t-shirt and bra. I turned to face James and he engulfed me in his arms as our legs entwined. I traced his tattoos as we lay together basking in the best sex of my life.
“Was that everything you hoped,” I asked after a while.
James pushed me away so he could look into my eyes.
“It was perfect, just like you,” he said.
I smiled and blushed like a schoolgirl. It was perfect but I wasn’t so sure about my own perfection. I remembered James telling me he would tell me later why he pursued me and I wanted to know. I needed to know. I saw the women in the club, some of them obviously much younger than the wealthy men they were attached too. James could have had anyone of them, or just about any other woman he wanted, but he chose to pursue me. I just couldn’t understand why.
I wasn’t anything special.
I was just another Southern California transplant, a small town girl from a simpler life somewhere else. I wasn’t as pretty as a million other girls in and around Los Angeles but I was in bed with a man most of them would die to spend a night with. Could it be as simple as dumb luck? Was I just the girl that he happened to be attracted to? I didn’t think so. There was a riddle in that song that I felt was somehow about me. I couldn’t solve it, however, and without the answer, I couldn’t imagine why I was that woman and not any number of other candidates.
“James, that song is about me, isn’t it?
I’m like the woman in the story, the one the man dreams about and longs for?” I asked. He smiled and stroked my hair.
“Yeah, I think so.
Time will tell I suppose but I think I finally found you,” he said. I felt warm inside at his words but the question still nagged at me.
“Why?
You told me to ask again later. Well, it’s later. I need to know,” I told him. I looked at him and waited. I had given my body to James and I wanted to give him my heart but I needed to know why I was the one.
“You just answered your own question,
little girl,” James told me. I had no idea what that meant and I knew he could see the impatience in my eyes. James laughed softly and explained, “It’s precisely because you can’t figure it out that you’re the one. I’ve been with my share of women, even been married. My ex was a good woman but just like the rest. They want James Turner, the lead singer and rhythm guitarist for Battery. They want the rock star.” James paused and kissed my forehead sweetly.
“You aren’t like that.
You don’t want the rock star. You didn’t even know who the hell I was until a few days ago. You took the time to get to know the real me and I hope you like that man. You’re not pretentious and demanding, you’re not all made up and plasticized. You’re just plain fucking beautiful and you don’t even know it. That’s why it’s you. You’re the woman I destroyed my old self for. You’re the woman I’ve longed for. I get to decide who she is, not you. I promise you’re her. Trust me,” James finished and I pulled him to me and held him tight as he stroked my hair with one hand and my back with the other.
“Thank you.
You’re right. You get to decide who she is. I’m just glad it’s me,” I whispered.
“So am I, little girl, so am I
,” James told me and held me even tighter.
~~~
The morning light seeping into my room woke me the next morning. I’d love to say I was still curled up in James’ arms but apparently, at some point during the night I climbed under the covers to warm up. James was lying on the other side of the bed, still naked and snoring softly. His cock was erect and I carefully slid out of the covers, cuddled up next to him and began stroking him as he awoke.
“Good morning, little girl,” James said groggily.
I used to hate that term but I loved it now. I was happy to be his little girl.
“Morning,” I replied and kissed James’ chest as I continued to stroke him.
James wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer.
“That feels nice,” he groaned.
“You made me come so many times last night, not to mention at your house, I figured I owe you one,” I said. James moved his hand, slapped my ass hard and then massaged the spot. I squealed and sat up to use both hands on him. He stroked my back as I fondled his balls and slid my hand up and down his hardness, finally coaxing a drop of his slippery fluid from the end of his cock. I massaged that in using it as lubrication and soon James was breathing hard through clenched teeth.