“Security will start letting some fans back in a few minutes for photos and autographs.”
He shrugs. “It’ll get louder.”
“Well, hello.” A busty brunette, in a black halter-top, tight enough to showcase her
paid-for tits and a black skirt that barely covers her ass is suddenly pressed against
Leo’s other side. “Looking for a good time, Mr. Nash?”
Leo frowns down at her and I feel my eyebrows climb into my hairline. The bitch has
balls; I’ll give her that.
She’s also repulsive.
Yuck.
These groupies are so not like the over-zealous fan-girls that I’m used to. They’re
clearly not here just because of their love of the music or the work. They’re here
to fuck a band member.
That’s it.
I think I just threw up a little in my mouth.
“Do you not see me holding my girlfriend’s hand?” Leo asks, his voice cold.
“I can do a threesome, if that’s what you’re into,” she grins and rubs her tits against
his arm.
I can’t help it, the laugh bursts out of me, and I double over. I have to release
Leo’s hand so I can hold my stomach; I’m laughing so hard.
She’s so pathetic she’s hilarious.
I look up into Leo’s laughing eyes. He has a wide grin and is ignoring the offended
woman still plastered to his side. She’s scowling at me, and that makes me laugh harder.
“Are you okay, sunshine?” Leo asks with a chuckle as I straighten and finally take
a deep breath. I wipe the tears from under my eyes, thanking God for waterproof mascara,
and nod.
“Is this what you were talking about earlier? Girls like this?”
He just shrugs and nods.
“Yeah, I’m so not worried.” Now the bimbo’s eyes narrow on me and I chuckle again.
“Fuck you,” she flings at me and props her hand on her hip, still pressing herself
to Leo’s side.
“You’re touching something that’s not yours,” I tell her with a wide smile.
“I don’t see a ring on his finger.” She smirks.
“Wouldn’t matter to you if you did,” I remind her and she nods thoughtfully.
“True.”
Leo is watching the exchange like it’s a tennis match, his head bouncing back and
forth. Finally, he raises an eyebrow at the slut and pulls away from her.
“I won’t be requiring your services, but I’m sure one of the other unattached guys
will take you up on it.”
“But I want to say I fucked Leo Nash,” she pouts. “Come on. I’ll let the bitch join
in.”
I laugh again and then clasp my hand over my mouth as Leo glares daggers at the less-than-intelligent
woman.
“I didn’t fuck trash like you when I was single. Why would I start now?” He turns
his back on her and tips my chin up with his finger. “Wanna get out of here?”
“We don’t have to leave just because of that,” I assure him, my voice light. “I told
you earlier, I don’t care.”
He leans in until his mouth is pressed to my ear and whispers, “I don’t give a fuck
about her either, sweetheart. I’m ready to take you home, get you naked and have you
beneath me.”
My breath catches in my lungs. “Well, when you put it like that, yeah, let’s go.”
Leo waves at Lance, who nods in acknowledgement, and calls out goodbyes to the rest
of the band. Security escorts us out through the back door into the refreshing cool
winter air and to his Camaro.
He starts the car and pulls away from the curb.
“That was fun.” I turn in my seat so I can see him, watching the street lights flash
over his face and reflect off the metal in his ear and lip.
“Yeah, it was,” he agrees. “You weren’t kidding. The groupies don’t bother you.”
“They’re gross.” I wrinkle my forehead. “Why would anyone fuck that? Who knows where
her pussy has been, not to mention her mouth. Ew.” I shudder and make gagging noises.
“Seriously, that’s just not sanitary.”
Leo throws his head back and laughs.
“How many groupies did you fuck in your day? And don’t tell me you can’t count that
high. You’re smart.”
“So not answering that question.” He shakes his head.
“No, really.”
“Sam, there are some questions a woman should never ask. Asking a famous musician
how many women he’s banged is one of them.”
“Just give me an estimate.”
“How many men have you fucked?” He asks, frowning at me.
“I asked you first.” I grin, enjoying his discomfort.
“I fucked the groupies back in the day. It’s been a while.” He shrugs. “Who knows
how many.”
“But no kissing and no oral?” I ask, remembering what Meg said at dinner the other
night.
“No, too personal.”
“Just a quick fuck then.”
“Samantha…” And I know this is as far as he’s willing to take his side of the conversation,
so I let him off the hook.
“Six,” I state.
“Six what?” He asks.
“I’ve had sex with six guys, including you.” I smile smugly at him and wait for his
reaction.
“You’ve only had sex with six guys?”
“Hey, that’s a decent number. Enough to know what I like, but not so many that I’m
like a fast-food drive through.”
Leo laughs again and smiles over at me. “I’ve had sex with more than six women.”
“I figured.”
“But I’m only having sex with one at the present time.”
“If it were any different, I’d have cut off your dick by now.” I nod. “Most guys had
a lot of sex when they were young. You’re a musician. All you have to do is open your
mouth and women take off their underwear. What man can resist that?”
“I didn’t have sex with thousands or anything, you know. I’m no Gene Simmons.”
I laugh. “I really don’t care, it’s just fun to torment you.”
His eyes narrow on me. “I think I might need to spank you.”
I sober and watch his strong hands on the steering wheel. “Sing me my song again and
you can do anything you want.”
His face turns to mine in surprise, and then he smiles softly. “You really like it?”
I nod happily and reach for his hand as he begins to sing quietly.
I don’t wanna be your friend
Cause I’ve already let you in
Everytime I see your sweet blue eyes
I know I need to make you mine
My walls crumble… And crumble
So all you see is the real me
He sings the whole song, from start to finish, and I trace the ink on his hands as
I listen, soaking in the words.
When I run my hand
Over your perfect skin
I know you see me
And not what I’m covered in
My walls crumble… And crumble
So all you see is the me I need you to see
My pretty red panties are wet by the time the song ends, I’m panting.
I want him. Now.
He pulls up at his townhouse and cuts the engine. “I can’t wait long enough to drive
to your place.”
“Good call.”
Chapter Thirteen
We barely make it through his front door before we’re attacking each other. His alarm
system beeps with a warning, reminding him to put the code in before they call for
the police.
I so don’t need the police to break this up.
He’s working on my jeans, not paying attention as I slam the door behind us.
“The code, Leo.”
“Huh?” He buries his face in my neck and bites the tender flesh below my ear, sending
tingles down my arms.
“What’s the code? I don’t want to stop for the cops.”
“One two three four.”
I stop and frown up at him. “Seriously?”
“Yep,” He’s pulling my tight jeans down my thighs and I struggle to turn to the keypad
to enter in the code before the thirty-second window is up. I punch in the numbers
and turn back to him.
“Step out of your pants.” He’s squatting by my feet, and I lean on his shoulders,
bunching the material of the t-shirt in my fingers, while he peels the denim off my
legs.
“Shirt off,” I mutter and he complies and assaults my mouth with hard, demanding kisses.
He pulls me to the stairs as we continue to tug and pull at our clothes, inching our
way up toward the bedroom.
“Can’t wait.” He props me on the landing, my feet planted on the stairs and he leans
in and buries his face in my still-covered pussy.
“Holy shit!” I jackknife into a sitting position, watching Leo pull the lace to the
side with his forefinger and lap at my labia, through my folds and up to my clit.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“Lie back,” he instructs me, his voice hard and leaving no room for argument.
I love it when he gets demanding.
He rips my underwear in two and throws them over his shoulder.
“You keep destroying perfectly good underwear.” I pant and feel him grin against my
pussy.
“I’ll buy you more.”
“You don’t have to. I like it.” I hear him chuckle and then his tongue is inside me
and my hips raise up off of the stairs, pushing me harder against his mouth. He cups
my ass in his hands and holds me tightly against him.
“Fuck you’re good at that.” And I remember: I’m one of the few who knows that.
He sinks a single finger inside me, and I clench around him, my muscles ready to clench
around his thick cock.
I need him inside me.
“Leo,” I breathe.
“Yes, baby.”
I look down to find him watching me, watching my nipples pucker in arousal, my breath
coming fast, my teeth biting into my lip over and over again while he finger-fucks
me and licks at my clit.
“God, I need you.”
“You have me, Sam.” His eyes are happy and full of mischief as he sinks a second finger
into me and sucks on my clit, hard.
I explode, screaming his name and grinding against his face, clutching his hair in
my fists. I hear him laugh as he rises over me and pulls my nipples into his mouth,
sucking hard and running his tongue over them each in turn, which sparks new contractions
around his fingers.
“So responsive,” he murmurs against my mouth. I can smell myself on him, and damn
if it doesn’t turn me on even more.
“I think I need you in my bed.”
Before I can protest, or even respond, he lifts me and carries me quickly to the bedroom,
and lays me, face down, on the bed. Just when I think he’s going to take me hard and
fast, he begins kissing me, lightly biting me, from my ass up my spine and to my neck.
He straddles my thighs and I feel his hard cock resting on my buttocks. He’s bent
over me, caressing and kissing my back, whispering words that I barely understand
through the thick sexual haze I’m caught up in, and I can’t help but lift my hips
in invitation.
“In a minute, baby,” he whispers and pulls his large hand down my back to my ass.
“You are beautiful, Sam. I love your soft skin. You don’t have any scars or marks
on you.”
“Well, just the ink from your marker,” I remind him with a smirk and he bites my shoulder
playfully.
“You didn’t mind,” he mutters and continues to lightly rub me, raising goosebumps
on my flesh.
“It was sexy,” I whisper.
“You’re sexy,” he whispers back and kisses my shoulder where he just bit it. “I love
your raspy voice.” He kisses my spine, right between my shoulder blades. “I love your
soft blonde hair.” He kisses my other shoulder. “I love the noise you make when I
do this.” He bites my earlobe and I moan.
“Fucking sexy,” he murmurs and slides down my body leaving open-mouthed kisses in
his wake. He grips my hips and raises my ass off the bed. Finally!
But instead of fucking me, he buries his face in my pussy again, and sends me straight
into another mind-numbing orgasm.
“Holy fuck!” I scream as he drags his tongue up and down my labia, from my anus to
my clit. “Leo, please!”
“Please what, baby?” He asks, and I hear him tear open a condom.
Thank Moses.
“Fuck me!”
“Okay,” he agrees and slams inside me, hard. I cry out again and push my ass back
on him, meeting his thrusts. He suddenly smacks my right cheek with his palm and I
shudder. He smacks the left cheek just before he slams into me again, and I feel like
I’m going to simply die from the pleasure.
He continues to alternate lightly spanking me while fucking me, and when I hear his
breath catch, and know that he’s almost there, I reach down between my legs and fondle
his scrotum.
“Fuck!” He cries out and grips my hips roughly, pulling me rhythmically against him
as he succumbs to his orgasm.