The Last Love Song (A BWWM BDSM Romance) (7 page)

Finally I found my voice. "No. Yes. Sort of." I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands, smearing my makeup. "It's a taunt."

"Who's Camden?"

"Nevermind who he is," I snapped. "It's nothing. He's nothing."

"We need to get you out of here," he said, casting his eyes about for the rest of the security team. He raised his radio to speak, but I grasped his wrist and stopped him.

"It's okay," I said, my head finally clearing. Vaughn was there. I had nothing to be afraid of, not with him. "It isn't a threat and it isn't about tonight. I'm going to need extra security for the Relevance Awards, but that's weeks away and something I need to discuss with Pauline."

Finally, he seemed to relax. "All right," he said, "But I still don't think you ought to stick around here."

"No," I agreed, "Get me back to the hotel."

Less than an hour later, I was safely back inside my room, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling. I was exhausted but I couldn't sleep. The day had been too much, I was too wound up, too anxious still after all the excitement.

I had some sleeping pills stashed in my suitcase but I didn't want to turn to them. Not if I could avoid it. I'd had issues with them before.

Instead I called Gavin's cell phone. "Hello?" he said, his voice scratchy with sleep. Poor guy.

"Call down to the lobby and have them unlock the pool for me," I said.

"Okay," he said, then asked, "Security?"

"I'll be fine."

"Mmm. Until that mob outside gets their hands on a battering ram." He groaned - probably sitting up, getting out of bed. I almost felt a little guilty. "Want me to come?"

"No," I said, "You get back to sleep. Send one of the guys, whoever's awake." I toyed with the idea of asking for Vaughn. I considering asking specifically for anyone who wasn't him. I settled for choosing nothing. It shouldn't matter who was sent, I shouldn't care, I couldn't actually start seeking the man out.

This was about swimming a few laps until I could get to sleep.

"I'll have it arranged," Gavin said.

"Thanks. Goodnight."

Whoever Gavin ended up calling, I beat them down to the pool. The lights were dim and the water was blessedly cool. A hotel employee left a towel on one of the seats and quietly slipped out, leaving me all alone.

I dove beneath the water and thought fleetingly of my poor stylist dealing with my hair the next day. I wore a swim cap to keep the water off, but it was squashing the hell out of my curls But the water felt too good to deny myself the pleasure. I don't know how many laps I swam before I finally took a break. When I did, I saw a figure at the far end of the pool lounging on one of the chairs. I swam a little closer and mentally cursed when I realized it was Vaughn.
I should have asked Gavin to join me after all
.

Vaughn offered a small wave but didn't seem interested in moving or bothering me at all. Still, I was drawn to him as if by strings. Getting closer, I noted the tattoos on his bare arms - winding black designs, symbols I didn't recognize. Between them, his sheer size, and the bald head, he looked like someone that nobody would want to mess with. The perfect bodyguard.

I swam to the side of the pool where he sat and rested my arms on the ledge.

"I didn't think you'd mind if I didn't wear the suit," he said. He was wearing black basketball shorts and a tight black t-shirt that said "security" in yellow on the upper left.

I suddenly felt too exposed in my black and gold bikini. If I bobbed any higher out of the water he'd see the tops of my breasts, and if I swam off, he'd have a pretty damn good view of my ass.

Not that my costumes onstage were any less revealing, but this was different. We were alone.

"Did Gavin wake you?" I asked.

"I wasn't asleep just yet." He gestured toward something at the foot of his chair. A shiny silver flask.

It was nice to know I wasn't the only one who had trouble sleeping.

"Have enough to share?" I asked with a mischievous smirk.

He smiled. "Of course."

He slid from the chair and sat on the ledge, letting his feet dangle into the water next to me. The man's calves were like tree trunks; I had to resist an urge to feel them up.

He uncapped the flask and held it before me. When I reached for it, he snatched it away. "Nope, your hands are wet, you might drop it." He spread his knees and pointed to the water before him. "Here. And I'll feed you."

I couldn't believe I was warming up to this. For me to follow his orders - me! Of all people - for me to swim around to where he pointed between his knees and open my mouth like a baby bird - it was just unfathomable. It felt like breaking the rules of the universe, going against everything that everyone knew about me.

It was so very oddly liberating.

He poured just a small amount into my waiting mouth. The whiskey burned as I swallowed and watching him take a swig himself, his throat working as he drank.

"You like whiskey?" he asked.

"You ask that after you've already poured it down my throat?" I laughed.

He smirked. "I didn't ask you if you'd drink it. You will if I tell you to. I'm just asking if you like it."

I offered no reply to that.

The smirk faded. Holding up the flask again, he said, "Open."

I did, tilting my head back just a little without breaking eye contact. He poured another shot's worth of the amber liquid into my waiting mouth while a hunger burned in his eyes.

I swallowed, and licked my lips.

"Lift yourself up," he said, "I want to see your bikini."

I narrowed my eyes at the order but I obeyed without hesitating. Planting my hands on his knees, I lifted my weight partially out of the water - just enough so that he could see my bikini top. Droplets rolled down the soft, dark skin of the tops of my breasts.

"I'm going to take my cock out," he said with a hint of warning, "I want you to stay just as you are."

My eyes widened. I shifted just a little, making my arms more comfortable, then nodded. He nodded back. He reached for the elastic band of his shorts and tugged it down, just partway, revealing a thatch of dark hair.
Oh. He's not a blond, then.
The thought made me giggle.

"Silence." The sound died in my throat.

He pulled his shorts lower. I could see the base of his shaft, now.
He's really going to do it. And I'm not going to stop him
. He was watching my eyes, watching for a reaction. I nodded again.

He pulled his erection free. Holding it in one fist, he stroked the huge organ, revealing its full length and girth to me.

I tried to keep my face composed but I was throbbing between my legs. This is actually happening. He was well-endowed, to say the least. I thought of one of my dirtier songs for some reason - the one where I described a lover's member as

a battering ram come to pound down the

walls

and

a great long rocket come to blast me to pieces.

The cocks that I'd been referencing did not compare to his.

I marveled at the color of it, too. I'd only been with black men before and sort of assumed there wouldn't be much difference, but I was surprised that I could see the colors of his veins. Surprised, but not turned off - not even a little. If anything, my mouth was watering.

But I remained just as he'd instructed me to. His eyes locked on my breasts, now pebbled with goosebumps as the water evaporated. He stroked himself slowly, growing harder right before my eyes.

"Untie it," he said, nodding toward the string that went around the back of my neck. If I untied that, my breasts would spill right out.
Can I do it? Do I want to start losing clothes with him?

I did. I felt like I could trust him. He was giving me orders but he wasn't making a move at me himself. He was giving me an out every step of the way. Realizing that, I felt safer there with him than I ever had with my ex.
Don’t even think about thinking about Camden right now.

I let myself drop deeper into the water so I could reach the string and tug the knot loose. I never took my eyes from his cock - I couldn't. It was so formidable, so impressively huge... so perfect. I wondered how it might feel throbbing inside of me, and I flushed with heat.

Top untied, I lifted myself back out of the water with one hand on each of his knees. Water cascaded from my bare breasts as I rose., nipples hard and tight as they were exposed in the cooler air. The tiny garment hung loose around my ribs.

"Very good," he said, his voice a little huskier now. He stroked himself with more force.

My dark nipples crinkled tighter under his hungry gaze. Every inch of my skin buzzed to life. This was so much hotter than I could have imagined - and we weren't even really touching. I was just supporting myself with his knees, but that wasn't much. Yet I was more turned on than I was willing to admit.

He grunted with one particularly rough stroke. "Kiss it," he said suddenly.

"Kiss it?" I asked. "Are you serious?”

"Mmm." He picked up speed for a moment before slowing, backing off just a touch. He was in no rush to just shoot his load and get out of there, that was for sure. "Don't question me. Just kiss it."

I shifted forward, holding myself up between his thighs. I looked to him for encouragement, and he nodded. "Go on."

This is crossing a line
, the alarm bells in my head warned. But I was under his spell. I leaned forward and gave the tip of his cock a light, airy little kiss. He was smirking when I straightened back up.

"Again."

I kissed the tip again, lingering just a breath longer this time. "Again," he said immediately. I swiped him once with my tongue lightly as I kissed it once more. "Again." Further between my lips, more tongue, more wetness. "Again. Again." He groaned as took the spongy head of his cock inside my mouth and sucked. I swirled my tongue around the ridge, and over his slit, tasting the salty fluids of his arousal. He was fucking delicious.

I felt his hardness swell between my lips as I dipped lower and lower. He removed his hand and placed it on the concrete next to him, letting me take over. My saliva coated his shaft as I bobbed down, and I realized suddenly that there was no way I would fit all of him. He was just too damn big.

So I sucked him as best I could, massaging him at the same time with my tongue. I moaned around my mouthful of his flesh. I felt a little out of my mind - wild and wanton, not at all like myself. I relished the heat and the hardness, the taste of him, everything about the magnificent cock in my mouth. I wanted to make him feel good; I wanted to make him come. A simple goal in my crazy, crazy life. I couldn't please everybody, but I could sure as hell please him.

I dipped as low as I could and swallowed around the swollen head. "Off!" he barked. I pulled away with alarm. Had I done something wrong? He grabbed his cock in his fist as I sat up and furiously stroked himself. The muscles of his neck strained and his eyes were narrow and dark. It took less than a moment - then his hips were lifting from the ground and he was groaning, growling with his orgasm. His whole body shuddered, head to toe. I watched with fascination as he caught jet after jet of his milky fluids in his other hand. I'd helped make this happen. I'd helped make this powerful man lose control. I'd never felt so pleased about someone else's orgasm in all my life.