Fame (2 page)

With determination, Willow ran her hands up her neck and into her hair, where she lifted her arms and moaned, while her hands ran through her long blonde strands.
 

“Yes,” Declan said, as he got closer and started taking more pictures. “Part your lips and look at me, love.”

Taking direction well, Willow did as she was told and practically made love to the man standing only a few feet away from her. If she couldn’t have him right then and there, then she was going to leave him one stroke away from orgasm.
 

Removing her bass over her head and exposing her naked self, she gave the studio crew quite the show as she turned around to show off her ass. She wrapped her bass against her back and held it in the crook of her elbows so her breasts jutted out and her ass was on display. She turned ever so slightly, so the camera only caught a slight bit of side boob.
 

“So hot, so fucking hot,” Declan said, while his finger went crazy with taking pictures. “That’s exactly what I want.”

Pleased with herself, Willow glanced down at Declan’s penis and noticed a definite bulge in his pants. The obvious arousal she was able to elicit from him was even more of a turn on than the sweat that was starting to form at the top of his forehead. She was torturing him, and she loved every little moment of it.
 

“I think we’re good,” Suri, the director of the photo shoot said, as she got out of her director’s chair and walked toward Willow. “We got all the shots we needed. Willow, you were fantastic. Thank you.”

With an infectious grin, Willow replied, “Thank you. I had fun.” A production assistant took her bass and handed her a robe that she loosely wrapped around her body, still allowing a great view of her cleavage to show, something Declan couldn’t stop looking at. “Please keep me in mind for future shoots.”

“We will,” Suri said, while shaking Willow’s hand and then walking off to talk to Pete.
 

Turning toward the man whose eyes were blazing over her skin, she leaned toward him and played with the collar of his shirt. “I had a blast, Declan. I’m sure your assistants have my number?”

Nodding his head slowly, while blatantly staring at her cleavage, he said, “Yes, love, they do.”

“Can I assume that you will be using it?”

Biting his lip, he nodded. “You can fucking count on it.”

“Good,” she patted his cheek and winked at him. “I look forward to it, sexy. Thanks for a fun time, today.”

The need to leave him desperate for her touch was overpowering, so she leaned in and lightly ran her fingertips up the zipper of his pants. The rock hard length she felt underneath the jean material was an aphrodisiac, spurring her on to want more of him, but instead of taking what she wanted, she left it at that, a slight touch…and walked away. She wasn’t stupid; she knew the art of seduction.

While she walked to her dressing room, she could feel the heat that was pouring through her body. The slickness between her thighs and the light throb that was building up in the pit of her stomach were begging her to take care of the intense sexual chemistry she’d just shared with Declan. She denied herself, though, because she wanted to leave Declan begging and hungry for her, and by the look on his face, she’d done just that.

When she got to her dressing room, she scooped up her phone and started working through her emails. Their last tour was a huge success, not that their first one wasn’t; it just hadn’t ended as well as she had hoped.
 

After Rook pulled the biggest asshole move on the planet, both bands separated, finished up the tour, and went their own ways. Occasionally, Kaid and Landon would hang out, or she would see the guys, but they never spent too much time together, with the exception of one person.

One of the Shattered Souls actually spent many nights with her, which she couldn’t be more pleased about, but their relationship was purely sexual with no strings attached, just the way she liked it.
 

Now that their second tour was over with, they had a little more free time on their hands. Hence, the photo shoot for
Playboy
. So, she was either helping Maisy and Kaid on some beats for songs or getting fucked up against her headboard.
 

The unexpected turn in Willow’s life from bottom feeder to fame was a twist she accepted with open arms. She loved every single aspect of the public eye; she relished it and the way people would fawn over her when she was around. It was about damn time she had a break from the rotten cards she was dealt in life.
 

Foster care wasn’t all daisies and sunshine; no, it was beyond fucked up. The only reason she survived was because she met Kaid and Maisy, and even then they had it rough. They were still abused, locked in closets without dinner, and cold for a percentage of their lives, even though they lived in Southern California.
 

Once they left the foster care system, they had no education, no opportunity, and no savings; all they had were Willow’s breasts and a dream. She might have flashed her way to stardom, but she wouldn’t take it back for a second. She would have done anything to get to where she was now, wrapped in a silk robe, eating from a basket of fruit, and drinking purified water. It was the simple things that she appreciated.
 

When Maisy came back to their hotel room after that horrible day, Willow, for sure, thought all her dreams were shattered right then and there because the dickhead, Rook, couldn’t keep it in his pants. But, for some reason, Shattered Souls rallied around Rook, put on a professional face, and moved forward with the last couple of concerts.
 

That was the one thing that Willow couldn’t quite grasp, why Grey, Cruz, and Landon would all defend Rook. He cheated on Maisy, blatantly planned it and cheated on her. It was despicable.
 

After the tour was over, Shattered Souls dispersed in all different directions. Grey went back home to be with his parents and get away from everything, Quinn and Landon took off to some exotic location, Rook bolted and has yet to be found, and Cruz, well…

There was a knock on her dressing room door that startled her from her thoughts. She gathered her robe together, set her phone down, and went to her door. When she opened it, she wasn’t expecting to see Cruz standing on the other side of the door.

“Hey, Willow,” he said, while cocking an eyebrow at her. His hair was styled high and to the side, his chest was encased in a white shirt that clung to every last inch of his body, and he was wearing a pair of skinny jeans that made Willow’s heart beat at a rapid rate.
 

“Cruz, what brings you here?” she asked casually, even though she felt like shivering in his presence. He was a seriously good fuck, and right about now, she could use one.
 

Ever since the first night they were together in the hotel, before everything blew up, Willow had become addicted to the man’s touch. She swore to herself that she would never be with the infamous Cruz, but after being entirely too desperate for a man’s touch, she gave in and it was one of the best decisions of her life. Since then, they’d been fuck buddies, and he was, by far, the best fuck buddy she had ever had.
 

It was easy with him. They did their thing, maybe a couple of times, kept each other company, and then were on their ways. They saw other people, kept it casual, and never got jealous; it was the perfect relationship. They didn’t talk about their bands, given the fallout they had. Instead, they just kept their meetings to sex and light talk. Willow looked forward to their meetings, which were also very spontaneous, making each time they met up even more exciting.
 

Cruz had been gone for some time, on vacation somewhere. So, to see him standing in front of her in her dressing room was a big surprise, but a fantastic one.
 

“You know exactly what brings me here, Willow,” his voice rumbled through her body as he pushed his way into the room and shut the door.
 

With one swift pull, he undid her robe, and said, “Get naked, Willow, because I’m horny and need to fuck that sweet mouth of yours.”

**Cruz**

All Cruz needed right now was to be buried deep inside of Willow, because the past two weeks had been a living nightmare. Cruz told Willow that he was going on vacation, when in reality, he spent the last two weeks searching everywhere for Rook. No one had seen him or heard from him in six months, and now it was to the point where all three guys were convinced he was dead. They checked every rehab center they could think of and all of his old stomping grounds, but they came up with nothing.
 

They tried to track his cell phone down, but the mother fucker left it on the bus after they parted ways when they got back from the tour. When they pinged his phone and it lead them straight to the bus, they all sighed in relief, thinking they’d found him, but when they found the bus empty and his phone in the room in the back, they knew they were in big trouble.
 

To say the band was on hiatus was an understatement. Cruz knew the band was pretty much non-existent. Landon and Grey were barely speaking, thanks to Quinn, Rook was gone, and none of them were meeting up to even write. They all went their separate ways, and even though Cruz was one to care less about things, his band was his life, and he hated seeing it all torn apart.
 

The only reason Cruz hadn’t flown off the deep end was because of the little blonde-haired sex kitten standing in front of him. He relished getting lost in Willow’s body and warmth. She had this uncanny ability to help him forget about everything that was going on in his life, and he soaked her up every time he had a chance.
 

With slow movements, Willow pushed Cruz up against the door of her dressing room and fell to her knees. She looked up at him with those pouty lips of hers while she undid his belt buckle and jeans. She slipped her small hands into his pants and pulled out his erection, ever so slowly.
 

Knowing what he demanded of Willow, and the fact that she listened to his demands, he was already excited and ready to go. So, the fact that he was sporting a massive erection wasn’t a surprise to him nor Willow, since she was used to his desire for her.
 

With lust clouding his eyes, Cruz watched Willow lick her lips and then stick out her little tongue that was pierced on the tip, toward his erection. Her silver barbell peeked out and lightly licked the tip of hic cock, sending his head back against the door.
 

The cool metal of her tongue piercing had him heaving for a breath of air every time. She gave amazing head, the best fucking head he’d ever experienced, and he wasn’t sure if it was from her tongue piercing or that fact that she knew how to suck the fuck out of him, but whatever it was, he looked forward to fucking her mouth every time they were together, and not once did she ever deny him.
 

With the swirl of her tongue around the head of his cock, Cruz buried his fingers into Willow’s soft hair and watched as her head bobbed up and down, off of his cock. The light sheen of her saliva and his pre-cum that caressed his length was intoxicating to observe.
 

Trying to drive him crazy, Willow made Cruz spread his legs as her hand went up to cup his balls. She rolled them with ease in her hand, as the palm of her other hand ran up and down his length with great force. The pressure was undeniable; it built right there in the pit of his stomach, the center of his being.
 

Being a giant tease, Willow ran her hand up the back of him and played with his ass, something he wasn’t ever opposed to, and she knew it. They never went too far, but she would tease him on occasion, and the little vixen knew exactly what it did to him.
 

The light tease of her fingers had him breathing heavily and moving her head faster on the length of his cock. His balls started to tighten and he was going to orgasm in seconds if he didn’t pull away.
 

Two more thrusts, he told himself, that’s all he would take. But when her teeth grazed his cock, he pulled out quickly and held her away. He wanted to come, more than anything, but he wasn’t about to come into Willow’s mouth, so he pulled her up from the ground and led her to the couch that was calling his name.
 

“I would take you back to my place and fuck you blindsided, but I know there is no way in hell my cock will be able to hold off burying itself deep inside of you. I need you now, Willow.”

“Then, take me,” she said easily, waiting for him to make the move.
 

Cruz sat on the couch, pulled his pants down, and pulled Willow onto his lap.
 

“Condom,” she reminded. He nodded, grabbed his pants and pulled out a condom wrapper.
 

“Do the honors?”

“You know I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she said, as she opened the package, placed the condom in her mouth and then pulled his cock in her mouth, rolling the condom down on his length the best that she could. It was a trick he’d never seen before until, of course, Willow came along. There were few things Cruz didn’t know about sex, and what he didn’t know, Willow did and introduced him to them. Hence, the condom tongue roll. It was sexy as fuck to watch, and she really was a pro.