Hot Summer Lust (10 page)

Vaughn walks in
. He hands me a
cold beer, even though I’m already drinking one.
“Ten minutes, Elias.”

He watches as I chug the beer then finish the one I was already drinking. I slam them both onto the table.

“What the fuck’s up with you tonight?” he says. Vaughn knows me
very well. He’s been my manager since I was a lean, hungry misfit kid. He knows my whole backstory, probably more than anyone ever even wanted to know.
“Something goin’ on you’re not telling me?”

I try
to act blasé about the whole thing, brush it off and concentrate on the music and the gig. This is proving more difficult than I’d hoped. I didn’t even take a shower. I can still taste her on my lips. I can still smell her on my skin.
The memory of her … the way she moved, the way she
tasted
when my tongue was inside her, that tight, sweet, clenching … it’s fucking
breaking my heart. The way she moaned for me, chanting my name when she came.

Vaughn’s watching me.

“Nothing’s up,” I say. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine. You seem agitated.”

“Nothin’ a beer or two won’t fix.”

“You’ve hardly said a word all night and you look … messed up.”

I glance at
a small mirror hanging on the wall and check my hair. It
is
messed up, but that’s nothing new. My hair’s practically black, sort of wavy. Chicks dig my hair
for some reason. They always go on about it and want to touch it and run their hands through it. I try to smooth it down a little but it doesn’t do much good. I’m wearing jeans, boots and a black seventies-style t-shirt that I bought at a thrift store
in that small town I’m now a part-time resident of, for two dollars.
Even though I have more money than I’ll ever know what to do with, it’s hard to break old habits.

“Are you pissed off because I brought Trevor to your place?” Vaughn
says.
“Is that it?”

“As long as he keeps his mouth shut I’m fine with it.
One pa
parazzi shows up, though, and he’s fucking toast.”

I can hear the crowd out front, chanting my name.
The opening act finished twenty minutes ago and the audience is restless.
It’s almost time.

“Saddle up, boys,” Vaughn says. To me, “You’re on, Hayes.”

I lead the way.
The roar starts as soon as I step onto the stage. I take my place at the microphone
.
The spotlights are on.
Everything’s dark except for me in my own circle of light.
Some girl yells I love you.

I strum the first chord. The lights go up and the crowd goes wild.
The first number is an upbeat
hit they all know. They cheer and yell and sing along. The girls in the front press up against the stage. I know from experience that any
one of them would do anything I say. Anything.
I can see the stars in their eyes as they swoon and sing and try to get noticed.

Tonight, it’s all I can do to remember the lyrics. My thoughts are full of hot sunlit beauty and summer lust.

I miss her.

I let myself into his house.
It’s unlocked.
Quiet.
It feels strange to be a
lone in this spacious, grand
house. I can’t help wondering what it would feel like to live in a house like this, one that’s not cluttered and crowded. One where everything’s new and updated
and doesn’t need fixing or painting or a new roof because the old one leaks in six places.

My body feels quietly electric with anticipation. I didn’t sleep much last night. When it finally came, in fitful dozes, I dreamed about him. Sweet, sexy dreams that left me hot and wet.

I’m so in lust I think I might be going crazy.

But I don’t
feel
crazy.
I feel sure of it. Sun-touched and fiery.

This is what I’ve decided: I’m going to ma
ke love to Elias Hayes today.
If he wants to.

I think he might.

Last week, I would’ve had to confess that I’d had impure thoughts, recite a whole bunch of apologies about it and pray for my sins. This week, I’m about to seduce the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen into having sex with me.

I’m blaming it all on the music. And on Elias Hayes, with his devil-blue eyes.

Even though I’ve never, ever done anything like this before, I know what I’m going to do.
First, I’m going to kiss him
.
I’m going to touch him, an
d run my fingers over his chest. To his stomach.
Under his shirt, to that tantalizing line of hair. Then I’m going to unzip his jeans and reach down to caress his thick length with my fingers.

I’m going to give him whatever he wants.

I want to feel him …
inside me.
Where his fingers were. And his
tongue
, when he licked me like that, pushing into me
.
God.

The thought of him doing more is a little sca
ry, to be honest.
He’s
huge
. I imagine what he’ll feel like inside me
when his big cock jerks like it did when I sucked on him. When he comes.

I’m starting to soften and dew again just thinking about it.
He’s so big and so
hard
.
His muscular body is toned and perfect. It’s impossible not to get turned on
when you look at him. To want to get naked just
so he can see you.
T
o want to taste him and lick that rock-hard …
manhood
that’s so smooth and hot. So big and silky and
fascinating.
And responsive, the way it leaks a little bead of moisture and sort of pulses when you touch it and touch your tongue to it.

I wasn’t sure what to wear today, but I think he’
ll like this.
I wore a fitted sundress, with nothing underneath.
If he knows I have nothing on under my dress, he
might get hard again. That’s what I’m hoping will happen.
I’m pretty sure it will.
He seems to be hard most of the time.
All
the time, in fact.

Then, if he’ll let me, I’m going to push his jeans lower onto his hips so I can hold him in my hands and
feel
him. Play him with my fingers
.
I think he’ll like it.

I mean, I don’t have much experience with these things – who am I kidding, I don’t have
any
experience with these kind of things – but he seems to
love
it when I touch him.
His eyes get all dark and he looks at me with that wolfish awe.

Then, if I’m brave enough, I’m going to lift my dress a little and lightly touch the head of his cock to me, so he can feel how wet I always am when I’m with him.
Then he might push it into me a little. And a little m
ore. I haven’t told him yet that I’m already on the pill, but I will
.
So it’s okay if he pushes all the way into me, and spills all that warm, milky liquid inside me.
I hope he does it
. I want to
feel him, big and slick and powerless to resist me
. I’m going to do everything I
can think of to entice him.

I may not be worldly when it comes to sex but I feel different today than I ever have
. Powerful and potent
in an
entirely feminine way. Like I hold the key to the universe.

I can’t wait to see him.

Before that, though, I have work to do. I decide to take a look upstairs to see what sort of state it’s in.
But first … I can’
t resist. As I walk past the grand piano,
I sit. I let the music trickle out my fingers, where it comes
to life.
Another song. The one I started hearing after I woke from that sticky dream I had about Elias last night
.
It flows easily and I play it all the way through, singing softly along.

If I get a chance, I might sing my new songs for him, later on.
I wasn’t sure what he thought of my singing the other night. He was a little hard to read, after. He stopped strumming his guitar and just stared at me for a while.

Humming, I climb the grand staircase. I find his bedroom.
I don’t think he’d mind. He’s hired me to clean his house, after all.

I wish I knew a little more
about him.
I know that he thinks of himself as cool and in control of everything. Ar
ound other people, I bet he is. He has a
softer side, too, though, and this is the
side that kills me. It’s like I’ve reached past his defenses or something. Like he couldn’t say no to me even if he wanted to. It’s
so sweet.
So
irresistible.

The anticipation of seeing him again is practically unbearable. I can’t wait. I crave him with an intensity that’s making me feel reckless
.
I want to make him feel good. To entice that sexy half-smile he can’t hold back when I say something or do something he wasn’t expecting.
I want to run my fingers through his hair again. And kiss his lips. He kisses with his mouth open. He always wants to put his tongue in my mouth. I love it when he does that. It makes me
feel hot-blooded and beautiful and fiercely alive. Then again, pretty much everything Elias does to me has that effect.

His bedroom is enormous. There’
s a big, four-poster bed that’s unmade and an open suitcase on the floor.
The view from the window is idyllic, extending over the rolling, tree-covered hills. I go into the
connecting
bathroom. There’s his toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste sitting next to the sink. A
towel and bottle of shampoo. He might have only slept here one or two nights. He travels light.

I decide to start in here. I clean the bathroom until it’s gleaming. I change the sheets on his bed. I vacuum and dust the windowsills in all the upstairs bedrooms, which there are five of. There’s also a roomy office and a slightly larger second living area. By the time I’m done, it’s after three o’clock. I hadn’t realized it’d gotten so late. I wonder what time Elias will be ba
ck and I remember what he said.
He was so intense about it:
Wait for me. Don’t leave til I get home.

I promised I’d wait.

It’s so hot. My hair is damp from sweat and so’s my dress.

I think about going for a swim but if he comes home and finds me gone, he might think I’ve left for the day.

So I decide to have a shower instead
, to cool off a little. In
his
shower. I don’t think he’
d mind.

I take off my dress and hang it over a towel rack next to the window. Then I step into the shower and turn it on. It’s the fanciest shower I’ve ever been in
. Tiled in
glossy black and white squares
.
There are nozzles not just overhead but also coming out of the sides of the shower, like a car wash.
One d
ay, when I get a recording deal, I’m going to have a shower just like this.
And a big house with lots of rooms. And a grand piano.

I pour some shampoo onto my hair and lather it up. As I turn, the nozzles spray little jets out of the sides of the shower; they
caress my body in all kinds of crazy places. I can’t help but laugh. Even Elias’s shower is an erotic experience.
The water drips down my breasts and off my budded
nipples in little rivulets.
One of the soft jets hits me right
there
, between my legs. As I rinse, I let it center there. I start to g
et warm, tingling lightly. My intimate
petals
start to swell and open.
God
. I gently tilt my hips
, letting the warmth build. I
touch myself, feeling the silky folds of my body, the tiny hooded nub. I remember what his tongue felt like, licking me there.
Sucking on me.
I turn and the jet
s
hits my buttocks, and between them. He even licked me
there
. His
wet,
probing fingers pushed into me. I’d never imagined anyone doing
that
to me.
Or how good it would feel, when he put his fingers and his tongue into every part of me.

The jets are making me a little wild
.
If I stand her much longer, I’
m going to come.
I wonder if it’s possible to die from it: from this strange, sweet kind of longing. I want him so much.

Then I hear something. Heavy footsteps.
The bedroom door slamming.

Oh, God, he’s here.

Elias is home.

He’s walking into the bathroom.

He opens the door of the shower.