Big Girl Backstage Pass (Rock Star BBW Erotic Romance) (6 page)

“So you know what comes next?”

“I’ve got an idea.”

“Well, then, play it for me!” Shannon turned on the couch and sat up.

“I can’t,” Julian said. “Not yet. Not until I have it all figured out.”

Shannon crossed her arms.

“You,” she said, narrowing her eyes, “are a goddamn
tease
.”

Julian burst out laughing.

“I don’t think anyone has ever accused me of that before,” he said.

“Well, it’s true.”

“Oh, is it?” Julian put his arm around Shannon’s shoulder, but she shrugged it off.

“
Tease
.”

“Come on, beautiful,” Julian said. “I’ll write the end soon and let you listen to it. Nobody else has even heard the first part yet.”

Shannon’s heart jumped at his words. Both at the idea that she was beautiful, and at the idea that he would share something so private with her. Something that he hadn’t shared with anyone else.

“I want to hear the end of that song.”

“You will.” Julian grabbed her hands and pulled her up off of the couch. She came reluctantly.

“Where are we going?”

“Well,” Julian said, his arm around her, “I thought I should dispel all those terrible rumors.”

“Rumors?” They were at a door, and Julian spun her around, pressing her up against the oak. He kissed her hard, and the ache of desire that ran through her made her instantly wet again. His hands ran down over her body, crumpling the shimmering fabric between his fingers. He lifted the hem of her dress slightly, running his hands along her buttocks. She squirmed.

“There’s this terrible rumor going around,” he said, whispering in her ear. “That I’m a tease.”

Shannon blushed, but before she could say anything he had opened the door and they were stumbling into the bedroom. Julian lifted her onto the bed as though she were weightless, and she gasped at his strength. Then he was on top of her, kissing her, his legs pressing insistently between her thighs. Her dress was hiked up to her hips, and she felt herself burning with longing.

The bed was huge; she was like a miniature person lying atop the fluffy comforter. It was the most comfortable bed she had ever been on, and she writhed underneath Julian, letting her body sink into the padding. Then Julian pulled back and sat up.

“Look at you,” he said. He gestured to the side of the room. The closet door was a giant sliding mirror, and in the dim lights Shannon could see herself lying down, Julian between her legs. She flushed. He was so handsome, and as he unbuttoned his shirt her lips parted slightly. Unconsciously her tongue flicked out and licked her lips.

He ripped off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. The man was built like a Greek statue, all muscle and no fat. Every part of him was toned and tan, the perfect model of a man. A rock star.

“Don’t look at me,” Julian said, watching her eyes in the mirror. “Look at you.”

Shannon didn’t want to. She tore her eyes away from Julian and prepared herself to look at her own reflection. When she did, she knitted her brows in a frown. Her thighs were humongous, and her stomach seemed to push out against the fabric of her dress in a stupidly unflattering way. Everything about her seemed wrong.

“It’s all wrong,” she whispered to herself.

Julian noticed her expression.

“Agreed,” he said. “All wrong.”

Shannon felt a lump rise into her throat. For the first time since she had arrived in the apartment, she felt confronted with her own appearance. She hated it.

“You have entirely too many clothes on,” he said. “It’s horrible.”

Shannon smiled wanly and turned her eyes back to Julian. She wanted all of the lights to be off, she wanted the mirror gone. He reached down and unzipped her dress, pulling it up over her hips. She tilted herself back, letting him take off the slinky dress. His hand slid around her back and unhooked her bra expertly.

“We really need to fix this,” he said. “What is all this fabric doing? It’s in the way.”

He threw the bra down next to where his shirt had landed. Shannon expected him to take off his own pants, to get it done quickly, but he just sat back after taking off her bra, staring down at her body.

She felt totally vulnerable. Even in the dim lights, she could see everything, every part of her that was wrong or bulging. Her arms came up awkwardly against her sides. She couldn’t hide it. She felt invaded by his eyes.

“My god, you are gorgeous.”

Shannon couldn’t help but laugh once, hard.

“I think you need glasses,” she said. There was no hiding the bitter note that crept into her voice.

“No.” Julian shook his head decisively. “I could just look at you forever.”

Shannon twisted uncomfortably on the bed.

“I’m sorry,” Julian said. “I’m sorry. But you have to see what I see.” His hands stroked her legs, her thighs. She thanked heaven that she had shaved earlier.

He bent forward and kissed her on the forehead. Her body relaxed slightly as she felt the warmth of his chest against hers. He caressed her cheek, gazing deeply into her eyes, then tilted her head towards the mirror.

“Look,” he said. She could just make out the sliver of space between their bodies as she watched in the mirror.

“What do you see?” Her whisper was almost inaudible.

“The most beautiful woman in the world.” He kissed her neck, his tongue sliding slowly across her skin. She felt her body stir with desire.

“Keep looking,” he said. “Don’t stop.” She obeyed.

He bent over her and kissed the spot between her breasts. She watched the mirror as he moved his mouth over her skin, his tongue circling her areola. His lips sucked hard at her nipple and she moaned. When he retreated, she could see the nipple perking up erect.

“These are perfect,” he said. His large, strong hands cupped them and she watched as he pinched the erect nipple, rolling in between his fingers. She whimpered in agony. God, she was wet.

He licked them, kissed them, and as she watched in the mirror she felt the ache between her legs grow. It was almost as though she was watching porn, only no porn star was as handsome as Julian. Most guys skipped the foreplay when they took her home, and so this was a refreshing change, even if she did have to watch herself alongside him.  It wasn’t so bad, really. Especially now, when he wasn’t looking directly at her.

Then he moved down farther, and before she could protest his face was buried in between her thighs. Colorful flashes obscured her vision and her back arched against the soft bed.

Oh god.
Oh god oh god oh god oh god.

Never. Never anything like this. No guy had ever done this to her, not the first time, not without her having to beg and plead and reciprocate a dozen times over. This was... incredible.

His mouth sealed itself around her, his tongue moving slowly across the small hard nub that was sending electrical shocks of pleasure through every nerve ending she had. She writhed under his touch.

“
Julian
,” she said. The words scratched at the air and her heart raced. Was this really happening?

It was – he was licking now, letting his tongue drag over her most sensitive regions, over and over again. The pressure eased and then bore down, and she felt as though she would explode with the ache of her desire. At every change in his tongue’s direction her inner self twisted in pleasure, and no matter how she tried to suppress her body’s wriggling she found that she could not.

“Such a perfect pussy,” Julian said. Shannon giggled. Then he breathed on her, right
there
, and she shivered at his breath which was warm against the cool air of the room.

“Everything about you is perfect,” Julian said. He raised his head slightly and kissed her –oh god—on the stomach, and then he was bent down again and sucking hard and she cried out
loud in blissful agony.

Shannon had kept her arms at her sides, but as she let herself give into her urges her fingers scrabbled at the blankets, twining themselves into the fabric. She longed to run her hands through his dark hair, but no, that would be too much. She couldn’t.

Julian’s hands were under her, lifting her ass and kneading the flesh in a slow massage. His tongue moved in circles around and around her clit, teasing her. He would push forward, then back away just as she felt that she was on the precipice. Her heart beat loudly in her ears and her breath caught in her throat on every other inhale as he moved his lips over her. He pulled away for a moment, and her heart skipped a beat in her chest.

“Julian,” she moaned.

“Mmmmm,” he hummed, his lips slightly touching her most private area and vibrating them with the shivers of his lips. It was indescribably delicious, but the touch was so light that she felt she would die if he stopped right then.

“Please,” she gasped. “Oh god, please.”

Julian reached over and took one of her hands from the bedspread, entwining his fingers around hers. He brought her hand to his head and she let her fingers slide through his perfect hair.

“Show me what you want,” Julian said.

Then he bore down fully, his mouth sucking hard at her clit so that she cried out. Unconsciously, her other hand came up to his head as well and she gripped his hair tightly, her body twisting of its own accord under the incredible pressure.

“Oh god!” she cried out. She felt as though she would accidentally kick him, her muscles were twitching with such force. He did not stop licking her, his tongue now flicking her clit in a fluttering motion.

“Julian!” she moaned.  She could feel it, feel herself coming to the edge. She was almost there. Almost—

He pulled away just as she was about to come, and she let out a gasping cry.

“No!” she cried. “Don’t stop!” Her body was wracked with shivers of desire, the agonizing pain of want rippling through her nerves. Her hands pulled at his hair and her legs tightened around him. If she had not been so turned on, she would have been ashamed at how needy she was, but Julian seemed to enjoy it.

He paused to look up at her between her breasts.

“God, you’re beautiful. Tell me what you want.”

“Please... please...” she whimpered. She craved the release, needed it. Needed him. Her hands were tearing at his hair, pulling at his shoulders.

“Yes?”

“
More
,” she gasped. “Just a little more.”

“Anything for you,” he said. He bent his head and renewed his task with full vigor, and Shannon was immediately propelled back up into the heights of pleasure.

“Oh god,” she moaned. “Yes. Oh god yes, right there.” She had never been one to talk in the bedroom, had always felt embarrassed about her moans and noises. For whatever reason, here on the soft bed of a famous rock star, she felt something inside her shake free of its chains and break loose.

“YES!” She screamed aloud as Julian sucked hard. She did not even try to suppress the thrills running through her body. “OH YES!” She was rising higher, higher than ever before, and she knew that the orgasm that would soon hit her was going to shake her to the core.

Then Julian plunged two fingers into her wet, dripping slit, and she came immediately, her moans and screams sounding alien to her, far away. Her entire body shuddered and clenched around him, and he worked his fingers deeper, pressing out so that she was filled completely.

The waves of her orgasm did not seem to ever stop. Julian’s lips were sucking her clit hard and her body rocked against him, arching and twisting as she moaned his name. Her blood was pumping through her veins and she shivered, coming again and again as he pressed his fingers into her.

“Julian, oh god! Julian!”

Her breath was ragged against the air when she finally felt the orgasm subside. Julian wiped his mouth against his arm and bent over, kissing her
there
once more, lightly. She shivered, now ticklish in every nerve down there.

Oh god, what he must think of her? Screaming like that... moaning his name? But when Julian slid next to her, wrapping one arm under her body, she saw that he was smiling. She rolled over slightly with him and he kissed the back of her neck.

“Shannon, you are so beautiful,” he murmured. She looked up. The mirror was right in front of her, but she could not even recognize herself in it. Her hair was mussed, her face flushing red with the heat of her orgasm, but she looked... beautiful.

His hand slid up and down the side of her hip, caressing her skin, and she felt at that moment that she could do anything, be anyone. It was impossible, but here they were. She was in Julian Bremmer’s arms, and she looked beautiful.

“You taste so good,” he whispered into her ear. She felt her body shiver again, as though another small orgasm was shaking her. “So hot.”

Shannon had never imagined a man who could be turned on by going down on her, but Julian was stroking her, caressing her, and she knew that he was telling the truth. He kissed her neck again and she moaned.

“Oh, Julian.” She began to turn around so that she could return the favor, but he stopped her.