Seduction by Song (30 page)

“Man,” Dante says, finishing a story that I had tuned out, “I’m still jealous you got Louise in the end, though. Girls just fucking flock to you like—like magnets, or some shit. Look at this one you’ve got here—.”

I startle as I feel a foreign hand suddenly cupping my breast, squeezing tightly. My eyes shoot wide open and I scramble away from the edge of the hot tub. When had Dante gotten so close to me? How had I been so out of it to let him put his
hands
on me?

I’m not given a chance to process any of this, to answer any of these questions for myself, before Romeo stands abruptly, water sloshing all around him as he glares Dante down. I don’t even realize that Romeo had hit Dante’s hand away from me until I see Dante clutching his fingers, glaring at Romeo.

“If you
ever
lay a fucking hand on her again,” Romeo says, his previously amicable mood disappearing in a second, “I’ll make sure you never see another spotlight in your lifetime.”

Dante curses, but doesn’t rise to the challenge.

We leave him stewing in his own drunkenness, all alone in the hot tub now, as Romeo wraps an arm possessively around my waist to drag me back towards the elevator.

“Wait, Romeo—wait!” I wince, my feet scraping against the ground as I try to keep up with him. “Hey, slow down! You’re
hurting
me!”

That final declaration seems to break through to him. He stops for a moment and just stares at me before finally nodding and continuing on towards the elevator, slower this time. We make our way to our room in silence, and he doesn’t remove his arm from around me until our door is shut securely behind us.

“That son of a bitch,” Romeo mutters under his breath, hands clenched into fists. He looks up at me, anger still flaring in his eyes. “He’ll apologize—I swear.”

I shake my head and try to muster a smile for him even though I
do
still feel rather…violated. It was silly, though—Dante hadn’t done anything
too
terrible. He was simply drunk and got a bit handsy. No big deal.

This is exactly what I say to Romeo, but it doesn’t seem to help—his anger only flares as he looms over me.

“No big deal?” he whispers. “No big
deal
? It’s a big fucking deal, Erin! No one,
no
one else is allowed to touch you.”

Lust storms into his eyes, mixing fluidly with the rage as he pulls me in close to untie my bikini top. The skimpy fabric falls away, revealing my breasts to the cool air conditioned room temperature. I gasp, my nipples hardening instantly as Romeo cups his hands around my breasts.

He bows his head, pressing a kiss to each one in turn. Then, he slowly and deliberately sucks each of my nipples into his mouth, swiping his tongue over them. I groan, writhing and feeling myself soak through my already damp bikini within seconds.

“These,” he says, his voice lowered to a growl, “are
mine
.”

I nod, helpless to do anything else. “Yes—
I’m
yours.”

“Prove it,” Romeo says, stepping back. He shoves his own swim trunks down, pumping his erection a few times to get it fully hard.

I know exactly what he wants without having to hear him say it, and it’s
exactly
what I had been craving, too. I drop to my knees in front of him, craving the taste of him in my mouth. I lick over the head of his dick a few times before wrapping my lips around it, muffling a surprised gasp as he thrusts into my mouth the slightest bit.

He curls his fingers in my hair and controls my movements completely. He’s careful not to hurt me, not to make this uncomfortable, but he presses in inch by inch until I feel precum coating the insides of my mouth.

“
God
, you’re so warm,” he breathes out, grunting as he tightens his fingers in my hair for a moment before pushing me back and letting me go. “On all fours,
mi amor
.”

I shiver at the command, turning instantly and dropping to my hands. The floor is cool beneath my knees, but I can’t even bring myself to care as I feel him kneel down beside me, tugging loose the string holding my bikini bottoms together to reveal my arousal.

I wait, anticipation overloading my mind, for him to enter me, but the sensation of fulfillment doesn’t come. Instead, I hear him shuffling around behind me until his hands are at my thighs, spreading them apart. Then, suddenly, his mouth is on me, drawing a sharp, loud groan out of my mouth.

He licks at my wet folds, teasing at my entrance before moving to swipe at my anus, teasing the tight ring of muscles there. He repeats these ministrations until I’m writhing beneath him, moaning his name and
begging
him to let me come.

“No,” he says, the demand just as fierce as any other order. “Not yet. You’ll come when I say, with my cock buried inside of you.”

I gasp, nodding and lifting my hips higher for him. “Yes,
God
, yes—
please
.”

“Say it,” he whispers as he leans over me, the head of his dick finally pressing up against my entrance.

I draw a complete blank as to what he could possible want me to say for a moment, but the heat of his body above mine reminds me of an absolute truth:

“I’m yours, Romeo.”

He shoves inside of me in one firm stroke, proving that the right thing to say. I nearly scream at the sensation of fulfillment and climax right then and there, having been brought so close to the edge by his mouth. He continues to pound into me, hard and fast and utterly
perfect
until we both climax again, in unison this time.

Without taking a moment to recover, Romeo scoops me up in his arms and carries me into the bathroom, settling me down in the tub while he runs the hot water to fill it up. He steps in after me, settling back to let me lean against his chest. His hands wrap around my breasts again, massaging them as though cleaning away the stain of another man’s hands.

“All mine,” he whispers into my ear.

I nod and, silently, I promise him,
forever
.

Chapter
Thirty-three

Romeo wakes me up for a slow morning fuck, making love to me lazily as though we had all the time in the world. We didn’t, though, and our little romp made it so that we were almost late to the concert that night. I rush to my seat as soon as we get to the stadium in Atlanta as Romeo is ushered off to prepare backstage.

The show goes off without a hitch, the band sounding as good as they ever do. My eyes drift to Dante and Vince, though—the two are clearly displeased with Romeo. Perhaps for being late, perhaps for some inner band issue I haven’t even heard of. They don’t let their disagreements get in the way of their performance, though, and I relax. It was good to know that Romeo was able to work with professionals, even if they (well, Dante—Vince hasn’t proved to be a complete tool) acted like children sometimes.

As the energy of the crowd begins to wane, I know that the show is drawing to a close—and that, more important, “Why I Need Your Love” would be played at any moment now. I felt my pulse quicken with arousal as I thought back on Romeo’s promise of taking me right there on stage—would he truly do such a thing? Would he do it
tonight
?

My face heats up as I realize that I’m standing in a sea of thousands of people, soaking through my panties. Romeo catches my eye, making me blush even harder as he sings straight to me.

Then, the moment is there—no more waiting. The potential point of no return. I hold my breath as Romeo strides back and forth across the stage, eyes skimming the crowd. He stares at me for a long moment before finally looking away, extending his hand to a stocky, freckled girl who was…not exactly conventionally attraction.

I smile, feeling my heart warm. Romeo knew I wouldn’t feel jealous,
and
he knew he was giving this girl the night of her life. The poor thing looks like she’s about to pass out up there as Romeo serenades her with his most powerful love ballad.

I manage to ignore my arousal for the final few songs, though it doesn’t diminish in the slightest. Even though Romeo had taken me mere hours ago, seeing him strut around on stage like the sex god everyone claimed he was made me want him so badly that I couldn’t help pressing my thighs together for some much needed friction.

But it wasn’t enough—I needed
him
.

The show couldn’t be over quickly enough.

My anticipation grows as the band leaves the stage. I knew they would have to come back and do a few encore songs, but it wouldn’t be long before I got to see Romeo now.

I startle when my phone buzzes in the side pocket of my skirt. I pull it out expecting to see one of the girls demanding an update on my situation (I had called them a few times to reassure them that I was okay, that things were working out with Romeo), but, much to my surprise, it was a text from Romeo that flashed across the scene.

Backstage. Now.

The two simple words send a shiver down my spine. I can hear his voice whispering the command into my ear, and I’m powerless to resist. A security guard must have been alerted about my being summoned backstage because they let me through without any argument. It takes me a minute to find Romeo’s dressing room, but I barely have to knock for even a second after I do. Romeo pulls me inside instantly, pressing me up against the door and hiking my skirt up.

Before I’ve even gotten a single word out of my mouth, he’s plunged two fingers into my aching pussy. I gasp and groan, writhing down against him instinctively.

“
Dios
, you’re so fucking wet already,” he breathes out against my hair, his mouth curling up into a smile again. “I knew you wanted me as much as I wanted you—how could I resist? Seeing your pretty little face staring up at me from down there.”

I groan again, the sound the most coherent response I can muster as he pulls his fingers back and undoes his belt. Regaining some shred of logic in that brief moment, I hiss, “What are you
doing
? You have to go back out in five!”

Romeo shrugs as his cock springs loose of its confines, throbbing against my opening. “I don’t care. I need you—
now
.”

As he says that final word, he thrusts up into me. I gasp again, loudly, as the weight of gravity drags me down onto his dick. I couldn’t protest any longer—the need to be filled by him had been plaguing me all night, and I wasn’t about to give up this chance. I roll my hips and move with him, our rhythms falling into perfect synch within a few thrusts.

It takes us both no more than ten minutes to climax, with Romeo pinning me up against the wall and me supporting myself with my arms wrapped around his shoulders. We breathe hard and heavy for a moment longer before Romeo finally steps back to let me back down onto my feet, making sure I can stand steady before letting me go.

We get dressed quickly, smooth out each other’s hair, and share one last passionate kiss before I’m ushered back down into the crowd. My heart is still beating like a drum in my chest, overwhelmed by the exhilarating thrill of quick, rough sex in a dressing room where literally
anyone
could have walked in.

As I return to my seat, Romeo returns to the stage. He apologizes, offering the crowd a charming, dimpled smile and a vague excuse about some technical difficulties. I see, in the corner of my eye, that Dante and Vince are even angrier than before, but I can’t quite bring myself to care.

Chapter Thirty-four

After the show, I’m escorted backstage once more with the rest of the all access pass holders. I start to make my way to Romeo’s dressing room again, hoping to either find him there or wait for him there. However, I don’t get far—no one does. A huge shouting match has broken out just behind the curtains.

The security guards act instantly, ushering all of the fans invited backstage back out again. The girls all complain, but the guards are firm. They try to push me out, too, and I’m just about to comply before the one who escorted me in earlier notices me. He pulls me away from the others and clears me to go backstage.

Before the angry fans can
mob
or something, I slip back into the band’s resting area. Almost instantly, I wish I was
anywhere
else.

“Your little
bitch
is going to cost us
everything
!” Dante is screaming, shoving Romeo back hard.

Romeo snarls, bringing his hands up to shove him right back, only stopped by a few roadies that dare to get in the way. Vince is standing at Dante’s side, looking none too pleased—although he, at least, isn’t verbally shouting.

None of them seem to have noticed me, frozen by the entrance and unable to make my voice work.

“Don’t you fucking
dare
—.”

Dante interrupts, “No, don’t
you
fucking dare,
rock star
. You think you can get away with just about anything, don’t you? You think you can take a break whenever you want, for however long you want, to fuck your slutty little plaything—doesn’t matter what it does to us, to the
band
. All that matters is your
dick
.”