STAGESTRUCK - The Complete Series (23 page)

The party finally started winding down around midnight. That’s considered early in New York, but most of the guests were from the theater and everyone was exhausted. I was surprised that my family made it through the evening without falling asleep, and relieved that I didn’t have to take them back to their hotel.

“We can get in and out of a taxi on our own, darling.” My mother told me as I walked them outside. “We’ve had a wonderful night. Our flight leaves early tomorrow afternoon, are we still doing breakfast at your apartment?”

“Yes, it will be ready at eight.” I promised. “Sleep well, I’ll see you then.” I hugged them goodbye and waited to make sure they got into the cab safely. I watched them pull away from the curb and then ducked back in to Syd’s. Janette, Parker, and Mark were taking down the decorations while a few stragglers lingered around the bar.

“Can I help with that?” I asked Janette.

“This is your night Kate, we can handle the cleanup. Besides, someone’s waiting on you.” She replied, nodding to the back corner of the bar. I turned and saw Dylan sitting at a small table. He smiled and gestured for me to join him. I lifted one finger and mouthed “Just a second.”

I took Janette by the arm and pulled her towards the ladies’ room. “I need to talk to you for a second.” I whispered. We stepped into the room and I locked the door behind us.

“What’s going on?” She asked. I told her about the conversation Dylan and I had had in my dressing room just before show time.

“And now he’s out there waiting for me. He’s so hot, Janette. When we were on stage together tonight, I felt like I was falling for him. But I don’t know if that was real, or if it was the excitement of the show, or…”

“Kate, you’re over thinking this.” Janette insisted. “Dylan spent the whole night charming your family and now he’s out there waiting for you. Just sit down and talk to him, and see where it goes from there. Do whatever feels right.”

I took a deep breath. “Okay, I can do that. Thanks Janette.”

“No problem,” she said as she pushed open the door. Janette joined Mark and Parker at the front of the bar while I made my way to Dylan’s table.

“I took the liberty of getting us one last drink.” He told me as I took my seat. “I noticed you were drinking Manhattans earlier.”

“Thank you,” I smiled. I was already pretty drunk and I knew that the Manhattan would push me over my limit, but I drank it anyway. “Dylan, I know that you want to finish our talk, but I’m just not…”

“Kate,” he interrupted, “the last thing I want to do right now is talk. Do you want to get out of here?”

“Yes I do,” I replied without thinking.

A broad smile spread across Dylan’s face. He stood, took me by the hands, and helped me to my feet. “Peter’s outside with the car.” He explained as he led me to the door. We stopped to say goodbye to my friends; Janette and Mark gave me knowing smiles as I left with Dylan, but Parker just looked disappointed.

“I don’t think your friend Parker likes me very much,” Dylan observed as we slid into the back of the limousine.

“He’s just protective of me, he’ll come around.” I assured him.

Dylan wrapped one arm around me and gently caressed my bare shoulder. He leaned over, kissed my neck lightly, and brought his lips to my ear. “You were absolutely amazing tonight Kate.” He whispered.

“You were pretty amazing yourself.” I said through heavy breaths. “I think we make a good team.”

Dylan flicked his tongue against the soft flesh behind my earlobe and I melted into him. I squeezed his upper thigh as his left hand slipped under the top of my dress. Giving in to the moment, I moved my hand north and massaged his stiff cock through his slacks.

“Oh Kate,” he groaned. “I can’t wait to get you home.”

As if on cue, the limo slowed to a halt. Peter lowered the blacked out glass divider and announced that we’d arrived. Dylan and I pulled away from each other; he thanked Peter and helped me out of the limo. I gasped when I saw the building in front of us and realized where we were. I was certain that Peter had made a mistake and stopped on the wrong block.

“Home sweet home,” Dylan smiled as he walked towards the arched entrance.

I followed behind him, dumbfounded. The Dakota is perhaps New York’s most iconic place to live. The historical landmark has been home to some of the world’s most famous and talented people. It also had a notoriously difficult selection committee.  Roberta Flack, John Lennon, and Judy Garland had all called the place home; Billy Joel, Melanie Griffith, and Carly Simon had been rejected by the board. I wondered how Dylan had won their approval. “I can’t believe you live here.” I gasped. 

“I do,” Dylan grinned. “I take it you’re impressed?” He held the door open and I stepped into the lobby. The marble room was breathtaking, with high gables and paneled ceilings. Dylan said hello to his doorman and stepped into the elevator; I remained rooted in place, amazed by my surroundings.

Dylan stuck his head out of the elevator. “Kate, are you coming?”

I snapped my attention back to the moment and nodded. “I’m sorry,” I explained; I joined him in the elevator and he hit the button for the fourth floor. “I’ve read so much about the building but I never thought I’d actually see it for myself.”

Dylan nodded. “I felt the same way the first time I came here. You’ll get used to it after awhile.” He assured me.

“Who are your neighbors?” I asked him, trying not to sound too star struck.

He laughed. “An investment banker and an heir to an oil fortune, no one you’d be interested in running into in the hallways. You don’t have to be famous to live here, just rich and willing to jump through their hoops.”

The elevator chimed and the doors swung open. The hallway was as beautiful as the lobby; I couldn’t imagine what to expect when Dylan swung open his door. We stopped at the second door to the right and he pulled out his keys.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said as we stepped through the doorway. “I’ll pour us one last drink.”

The apartment was bigger than the house I grew up in. We stood in a giant, open room that had a kitchen and dining area on one end and a living area on the other. Windows lined the far wall, providing views of the courtyard below. Dylan moved to the wet bar on the far side of the living area; I followed slowly behind him and took a seat on the rich, chestnut leather sofa. Dylan poured a double shot into two highball glasses and joined me. I took a glass from him and he lifted his in a toast.

“To the first of many nights together, on stage as well as off,” he said with a sly grin. He took a sip of his whiskey, set his glass on the coffee table, and turned to embrace me. I busted out in hysterical laughter.

“Kate?” Dylan asked, confused by my sudden outburst.

“I’m sorry,” I said through my fit. I laughed so hard that tears filled my eyes and I lost all control of myself. Soon, the tears of laughter became tears of embarrassment but my giggles wouldn’t subside.

“Kate, I don’t understand what’s going on. Are you all right?”

I struggled to take a deep breath and calm myself. After a few moments, the tears were still falling but I was able to speak again. “I’m sorry,” I said again, wiping my eyes. “I can’t do this.” I took a long drink of whiskey to calm my nerves.

“What can’t you do?” Dylan asked softly.

“Any of this,” I explained. “This isn’t me Dylan. I’m not the girl who gets driven around in fancy cars and has photographers line up to take her picture. I’m the girl no one talked to in high school. The show and the clothes and the press… it’s all so much to take in. And now there’s you… it can’t all be real. This kind of stuff happens in movies, not to girls like me.”

Dylan gave me a kind smile. “I remember that feeling; I had it for the first two years of my career. I know it seems impossible right now Kate, but all of it is real, you deserve it, and it’s only going to get better from here. You’re beautiful, and sexy, and if people didn’t talk to you in high school it was probably because you intimidated the hell out of them. You are the most talented actress I’ve ever worked with and I think that together, we could be unstoppable.” He finished softly.

He leaned into me and put his soft lips to my neck once more. He kissed me softly and pulled away letting his mouth hover just above my skin. He blew lightly, leaving me squirming and longing for more.

“Would you like to see the bedroom?” He whispered.

I nodded and let Dylan pull me to my feet. He held my hand and walked me down the hallway into the plush master bedroom. The furniture matched the mahogany floors and cream colored linen bedding kept the room from feeling too dark. Like the other rooms of the apartment, the far wall was lined with windows.

Dylan walked me to his four-poster bed and turned to face me. He leaned down and gave me another soft kiss before pulling away and staring into my eyes. “You’re so beautiful Kate, like a piece of art. I want to study you.”

He wrapped his arms around me and easily unzipped my gown. He brushed his fingers lightly over bare skin as he moved his hands to my shoulders and pushed the small satin straps to the side. The crimson gown fell to the floor, leaving me in my black lace bra and panties.

Dylan took a few steps back and admired my body. I gave him a devilish smile and slowly turned in a circle to give him a glimpse of every angle. When I returned to center, I stared boldly into his clear green eyes and waited for him to make his room.

Dylan returned my smile and we held eye contact as he stripped out of his clothes. I could see the outline of his lean, toned body but I didn’t want to be the first to break our stare. Finally, Dylan moved forward and took me into his arms.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies moving instinctively against each other as we rolled to the middle of the mattress. I felt Dylan’s erection press against my hip and I struggled to free him from his boxer briefs.

“Slow down,” he whispered. He took my hands into his, lifted my arms over my head, and pinned them to the mattress. He released me and I held the position as his mouth traveled to mine. He kissed me slowly again, teasing and pulling away before finally parting my lips with his tongue. I kissed him back hungrily, swirling my tongue around his then backing off to lightly nibble his lips.

Dylan grabbed my hands and pulled me upright. He released the clasp of my strapless bra and tossed it to the floor as he buried his head between my breasts. He licked and teased my breastbone before taking my right breast into his mouth. He sucked forcefully and softly bit my nipple; I wrapped my fingers through his sandy hair and gently tugged.

Dylan pushed my arms above my head again and lowered his face to the waistband of my panties. He let his mouth over me again, teasing me with hot air and the anticipation of his tongue. He lightly licked my clit through the soft lace and I cried out in passion.

“Take me Dylan, please.” I moaned.

I lifted my hips off of the bed and he gently slid the panties down my legs. Instead of diving into my pussy like I longed for him to do, he took my left calf into his hands and gently massaged it.

“You’ve had a long night on your feet.” He explained. “And I want your legs relaxed and flexible.”

He continued the massage and I wondered what he had in store for me. He moved up to my thigh and then on to my right leg. My muscles relaxed under his touch and when he finally turned his attention back to my pussy, I was wet with desire.

“You smell so amazing.” Dylan said as he let out a deep breath. He lightly kissed my left thigh, then my right. He moved back and forth between them, landing higher each time before finally arriving in the middle. He pushed my legs apart as widely as possible and plunged his tongue into my aching hole.

The sensation of his mouth against me was amazing and I squirmed beneath him as he teased my clit with his thumb. Just as I felt an orgasm building inside me, he pulled away from me abruptly and replaced his tongue with two long, wet fingers.

“Do you like that, baby?” He asked.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Do you want me?”

“Yes… yes, I want you so bad.”

Dylan used his free hand to slide out of his boxer briefs and then climbed on top of me. He used one hand to guide his cock to my waiting tunnel and pushed his way inside. My first thought was that he wasn’t as big as Max; I was ashamed of myself and forced the memory of my ex out of my head.

“You feel so good,” I told him as he moved above me.

Dylan buried his cock as deep as possible and then slowly started rising to his knees. He gripped my legs firmly, lifting me until my thighs were pressed to my chest and my feet rested on his shoulders; suddenly, the leg massage made perfect sense.

Dylan slowly slid the entire length of his cock out of me and then just as slowly pushed back in. He slowly increased his pace; with my legs next to his head and my hips off of the bed, my movements were limited. I flattened my hands against the headboard to brace myself and squeezed my cunt muscles around Dylan’s cock as hard as I could.

“Oh my god,” he groaned. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum.”

I was nowhere close to release so I relaxed my pussy; I was a moment too late. Dylan moaned in ecstasy as he spilled his love juice inside me. After two final quick thrusts, he slid out of me and collapsed by my side.