When Fangirls Lie (16 page)

“Yanna told me she got your confirmation about the fan date.”

Staffan frowned at the questioning tone in his friend’s voice. “Is there a problem with it?”

“No, nothing. I simply wondered if she understood you correctly.” A pause. “Is she still with you?”

Staffan stiffened at the question but saw no point in pretending he didn’t understand who the other man was referring to. “Yes.” But it was all he was willing to say.

A longer pause followed before Constantijin spoke carefully, “I’ll only say this once, my friend. Whatever it is you’re planning – it will turn out badly.”

He said tersely, “You don’t fucking know what you’re talking about.”

“I do know. I can’t help but know because I was an ass to Yanna once – the same way it seems that you want to be with her. But I also know you well enough that when you have made up your mind there is no changing it.” Constantijin sighed. “Just think about it more. That’s all I ask.”

Saffi March uploaded a new photo.

Staffan and me.

Visible only to Myself

It was close to two in the morning when Staffan unlocked and opened the door to his hotel suite as quietly as he could. Guilt weighed down on him at the silent darkness that greeted him. Although Staffan had informed Saffi as early as possible about the extended hours of rehearsal, he still regretted having to break his word.

Walking past the hallway, he shrugged off his jacket as he reached the living area.

The lights suddenly turned on just as a voice shrieked, “Surprise!”

“Motherfucking son of a goddamn bitch!” Staffan’s heart had nearly jumped out of his chest when Saffi came out of nowhere, her arms outstretched.

She froze at the look of furious shock on Staffan’s face. “Oops?”

“Goddammit to hell, Saffi,” Staffan roared. “You almost scared the shit out of me.”

She bit her lip hard at the sight of Staffan white-faced and breathing hard. But after a minute, Saffi couldn’t help it. She burst into laughter. “Oh my God, I actually scared you.”

“You fucking didn’t,” he snapped.

“Oh yes I fucking did!” she retorted with such childish glee it slowly melted his anger.

“Goddammit, H.” But his words had absolutely no heat this time and they both knew it.

Saffi smiled up at him. “Welcome back.”

God, she was fucking sweet.
Staffan had expected her to greet him with tears of exaggerated hurt and disappoint, to pretend sleeping or even to find her actually asleep because he had done the unforgivable. But he hadn’t expected this –
any
of this.

His every favorite dish was on the table, steaming hot, teasing his nostrils and making his stomach grumble. “Did you ask Bob about what I liked to eat?”

“Nope.” A Cheshire cat smile played on Saffi’s lips.

The sight of it alone made Staffan want to haul her into his arms and kiss her until she was gasping. He valiantly reined in his impulses to jump on her like a starving maniac, not wanting to put all her planning to waste. “How did you know what to order then?”

Because she was his #1 fangirl, that was why
, Saffi thought a little ruefully. But if she said that, he would probably think she was a stalker. Instead she answered cheekily, “Gs never tell their secrets.” She was rewarded with a rare kind of grin, the one that made her want to clutch her chest.
Oh. Oh, oh, dear oh.
Be still, my heart.

Uncomfortable at how Saffi was looking at him, Staffan glanced away, and this time he noticed the projector waiting on the coffee table. He nodded to it, surprise evident on his tone as he asked, “And that?” He walked past it to get one of the ice-cold beers on the dining table, pulling the table as he asked, ‘How did you manage to get a projector here?”

Saffi answered blithely, “I gave the guy in the front desk a blowjob.”

Staffan spewed a mouthful of beer.

Oops.

Cringing, she said weakly, “I was just joking?”

He glared. “It wasn’t fucking funny.”

“Sorry?”

“
At all
.”

“Super sorry?”

A million words ran in his mind, and he wanted to say all of them to Saffi. Things like how she was the fucking sweetest girl in the world, that every little thing she did or say just made Staffan more fucking obsessed with her, and goddammit, he fucking wished he had met her from the very start---before Chloe had gotten her claws in him.

But Staffan couldn’t say any of those. He wouldn’t and shouldn’t say any of those, which left him only one thing.

She gasped when Staffan suddenly swept in his arms without a word and immediately headed to the master’s bedroom. “I know you wanted us to watch porn,” he whispered to her.

Saffi gasped again. “I did
not
!”

Ignoring that, he continued, “But I have a better idea,
min himmel.
” He gently lowered her in the center of the bed. And then he was looming over her, never taking his gaze off Saffi as he slowly undressed himself.

Fuck-me eyes.
She had remembered reading those words, which were used frequently to describe Staffan’s gorgeous hazel orbs. And those words were so very true, making Saffi writhe restlessly under his gaze. She couldn’t stop staring, still unused to the sheer perfection of Staffan’s body, the way every inch of it was sleek and hard, bulging with muscles that tempted her hands to roam all over his beautiful golden skin.

As he got rid of his briefs, Saffi couldn’t help looking down, unconsciously licking her lips as his dick rose proudly, like it sensed her fascination.

He stroked himself, surprising her, arousing her, and she whimpered.

“Do you know what we’ll do instead, baby?”

She shook her head, mute with desire. Her eyes widened in confusion when he slowly backed off the bed. As Staffan walked to the chest drawer below the huge wall-mounted TV, opening one of its drawers, Saffi couldn’t help but stare at his bare ass. She had never understood what women found so sexy about men’s butts until she had seen Staffan. It was, in one word, beautiful.

When he turned around, he caught her staring. She blushed at his knowing look and then she saw what he was holding. “Wh-what is that?” That he had his own SLR and tripod didn’t surprise Saffi – she wasn’t just his #1 fangirl in name after all, and her diligent research all these years had made her privy to little-known trivia about him. For one thing, few people knew that he was fond of photography. Which was cool. But the fact that he was holding his camera and tripod now? That was
not
cool.

“Staffan,” she said weakly, warningly.

He responded with a smirk.

Her jaw dropped. “No.”

Staffan began setting it up. “Yes.”

“NO.” She shook her head wildly even as wetness flooded the triangle between her legs.

He pressed the red button that started recording. And then he looked at Saffi. “I’ve never done this with any of the other Gs.” It was true.

Her heart stumbled at that, but she had led a very sheltered life, and what he was asking also meant throwing everything she knew about right and wrong to the wind. “Staffan,” she begged.

He stood at the edge of the bed, the desire in her eyes and voice causing his arousal to reach a fevered pitch even though they hadn’t yet touched. “I want to have sex with you in front of a camera, baby. I want to have a chance to watch myself fucking you, to see your face as you come any time I want.”

She moaned, her body writhing restlessly again and she could only struggle half-heartedly as she felt him pushing her thighs wide open. “Will you let me?”

Her eyes fell closed, her heart succumbing to the dark command of his voice. “Yes,” she whispered.

His chest swelled at the sweetness of her surrender. “Look at the camera, H.”

She looked and bit her lip immediately, the knowledge that she would later see herself looking at the camera sending a wave of pure heat to hit her body.

“Say that you’re going to let me eat your pussy.”

She swallowed. “I---I’m g-going to let Staffan eat my pussy.” Another wave of heat washed over her body, and the heat only intensified as he pushed her thighs to open wider until she was completely stretched.

“
Staffan
.” She moaned his name as if she was able to make love to it.

And then he was doing what she had said, his tongue performing its beautiful magic on her skin and all Saffi could do was gasp. He jerked his head up. “Say you’ll play with your breasts while I eat you.”

Her lips parted in shock even as she became wetter at what he was saying.

His eyes darkened. “Now.”

Saffi looked at the camera again as she slowly lifted her hands to her breasts. She couldn’t help but whimper as she pinched her own nipples, her voice hoarse with desire as she said, “I’ll play with my breasts while I let Staffan e-eat my pussy.” She ended with a gasp since Staffan’s head had dived back down, his tongue delving deep, causing her to knead her breasts almost desperately. When he moved up to suck on her clit, she screamed and instinctively pulled on her nipples at the same time.

Staffan sucked harder and longer at her flesh, loving the wetness and scent of Saffi’s sex as her screams filled the room. “Are you ready to come, H?”

“Y-yes!”

“Then say it.”

This time she didn’t need any coaching. She looked down at Staffan then at the camera, gasping, “Staffan is going to make me come now!”

He thrust one finger inside her as his teeth clamped hard on her clit.

“Staffan!” She screamed his name over and over, her back arching at the strength of her orgasm. And then he was pushing her up the bed, his dick sliding into her warmth. He felt even more enormous than usual, and so, so hot that she could only gasp and clutch him as her body continued to jerk with her juices flowing out.

Staffan started ramming into her. His movements started at a controlled leisurely pace but when she raked her nails on his back with a gasp, her back arching to meet his thrusts, his movements soon became uncontrollable, his hips moving furiously over hers.

“Please!” She held him more tightly to him, not knowing what she really was begging for.

Staffan pulled out just to throw her legs over his shoulders and then he was shoving his dick into her again, the new position causing his dick to penetrate her even more deeply, its tip brushing against the mouth of her womb.

“Oh God. Please!”

He closed his eyes, shuddering at the sound of Saffi driven crazy with desire. Knowing that he was responsible for it pushed him closer to exploding, and he quickened his tempo, making sure to drive into her harder, faster, and deeper with each thrust.

Her head lolled wildly. “Staffan,
please
!”

“Fuck!” He came with a roar, his hips furiously pumping as he came, and Saffi screamed his name again, her body reaching its second climax.

“God, baby.” Staffan was the first one to speak, his voice hoarse as he pressed a kiss to her hair. Doing so felt wrong and right, but right now he didn’t care. He just had the most fucking amazing night of his life and knowing that it was just the start was…mind-blowing.