Cold Comfort (18 page)

“You still want me?” I asked, surprised. “I
don’t know how to please you.”

“Oh, baby, you’ll please me. You already
do,” he said, taking hold of my hand and pressing it against his erection. It
was like steel. My eyes widened as I felt the girth. Robbie had been half the
size. “No need to be afraid. I’ll make sure you’re ready for me,” he promised. “But
for now sleep. There’s no need to rush anything.” He pulled me into his side,
my head on his chest, as my eyes drooped. Together we slept until late in the
afternoon.

When we finally got up, after Cat had shown
me how to please him with just my hands, I showered and dressed in my own room
before walking downstairs to look for Cat and Eddy. I only found Cat in the
kitchen. “Where is everyone?”

“Eddy went to lunch a while ago with that
boy he met, according to Matt, and the band are down in the studio.”

“I thought you said it was a day off?”

“For me. I do all the work anyway. I
thought the rest of those lazy fuckers could do a bit for a change. They’re
laying down some of the music for a new track, and I’ll do the vocal later.”

“They won’t be annoyed with me, will they?”

“Why would they be annoyed with you?”

“For distracting you from your work.”

“Babe, they’re just jealous as hell. When
you walked downstairs last night in that dress I think every single one of them
got a hard-on. I’ve never wanted to kill my bandmates before, but last night I
came close. Trust me, they understand. And if I hadn’t made it clear you were
off-limits, they’d have been trying their luck themselves, so you have nothing
to apologise for,” he said, kissing me again. “Anyway, if you want to do
something, you can come and help me write that ballad. It’s nearly there, but
there’s just something not quite right still. They want to lay that one down
next, but I’m still not sure it’s ready.”

“Sure,” I agreed happily, delighted I could
help him with his music. I thought the song was lovely as it was, after what we’d
done the other night, but he was the rock star – what did I know?

We walked into the music room holding
hands. That little affectionate gesture, combined with how he wasn’t rushing me
to have full intercourse with him, caused my heart to swell slightly in my
chest. I pulled him close and kissed him, trying to convey how I appreciated
what he was doing. He kissed me back with fervour, forcing himself away when
the intensity became too much. “I don’t want to fuck you for the first time in
here,” he said, breathing hard. “If you kiss me like that, though, I may not be
able to stop myself.” I felt myself grow warm at the prospect.

We sat down at the piano, side by side
again, but this time there was no awkwardness apart from an obvious erection
that was causing Cat some discomfort initially. He scowled at me when I
sniggered, before adjusting himself until he was comfortable.

He played the music first, and then
accompanied it a second time with the vocals, obviously frustrated by the end. I
could hear nothing wrong. It was a beautiful track that showed off the lovely
range to his voice, and I knew his female fans were going to adore it. “It’s
just not right,” he moaned, running a hand through his blonde locks.

“It’s beautiful,” I insisted. “Try it
again.” This time as he sang it he looked at me, and my heart swelled once
more. As he approached the chorus I felt the urge to return the beautiful
words, the need to sing finally overcoming the block that had stopped me for so
long. My voice soared in response, in perfect harmony with his, and for the
first time in a year I felt real joy.

Together we sang the rest of the song, his
eyes wide and fixed on my face as we exchanged lyrics, automatically swapping
round in one verse so I sang the lines while he harmonised with me. The effect was
lovely, and I knew he had found what was missing – a female harmony. On a
personal level it felt amazing to be singing again, to allow myself to let go
for the first time in so long. Once again I had Cat to thank for it happening. As
we sang the final note, holding together until the very end, applause broke out
behind us. The members of Cold Comfort, Eddy and a couple of people I didn’t
recognise all crowded just inside the doorway.

“Fuckin’ ’ell, Cat,” one of the guys I hadn’t
met said the second the note had died away, “that’s a fuckin number one, I’m
tellin’ you. Female harmony… you’re a fuckin’ genius. Seriously, mate, the
girls are gonna cream their panties when they hear you sing that.”

“Delilah,” Eddy said, rushing over. “You really
can
sing. I mean you can
really
sing. Why did I not know this? Why
don’t you sing at uni? You’re amazing, better than amazing,” he said, hugging
me. I hugged him back.

“I don’t know. I used to sing all the time.
I just haven’t felt able to for the last year or so.” I could still feel Cat
looking at me. He hadn’t said anything since we’d sung together. I was worried
he didn’t like it.

“We could approach Perry or Swift or any of
the fuckin’ big names to sing that with you,” the guy prattled on to Cat. “I’m
tellin’ you it’s gonna be massive.”

“I want Delilah to sing it,” Cat said. We
all looked at him in shock.

“Ah, mate, I know she’s your fuck buddy an’
all that, an’ I’m sure you’re a real love, darlin’,” he said, looking at me
patronisingly, “but who is she really?” He looked at Cat this time. “A fuckin’
groupie? She’s no one, Cat.”

Cat was up and moving a second after he’d
finished speaking, his hand gripped around the man’s throat. “Don’t you ever
talk about Delilah like that again, Wayne. Don’t talk about her, don’t even
look at her disrespectfully. She’s no fucking groupie, and unless she’s singing
that with me, I’m not singing that song. And if you want to make a big deal of
it, I’ll be finding the band a new manager.” The room was silent as we all
gawped at him, chins grazing our chests. It solved the mystery of who the guy
was – Wayne Parson, their manager.

“Cat, you don’t have to…” I started, but he
just grabbed my hand and pulled me out the room, past the crowd of people, my
feet tripping along behind him as I tried to keep up, leaving the startled
group standing where we’d left them.

“Delilah,” I heard Eddy call after us, concerned.

“She’ll be down for dinner,” Cat barked as
he led me back up the stairs to the room we had left only an hour earlier.

He slammed the door behind us and then
pushed me against it, kissing me with even greater fervour than before. When he
pulled away he was breathing as hard as I was. “Who are you?” he asked, looking
deeply into my eyes. “You walk into my life, like some sort of antidote to all
the poison that surrounds me, looking like an angel. And then you sing like a
freaking angel too?”

“I… I don’t know what to say. I’m nobody. Just
Eddy’s friend.”

“You’re not nobody, Delilah. You’re
incredible. I can’t believe no one’s noticed you before and snatched you up. I
wanted to wait… but I need to… I have to…” I could feel the hard length of him
pressed against me.

“You don’t have to wait,” I told him. “I
want you too,” I reassured him, trying to sound brave as my heart thumped
wildly in my chest. It was one thing to have a drunken rut with Robbie, but
this… with Cat… this was quite different.

He kissed me again, his hands running all over
me now, touching my body through my clothes, but it wasn’t enough for him. He
started peeling off my layers, and before I knew what had happened I was down
to my bra and knickers. He swept me up in his arms and carried me to the bed,
where he laid me gently down. I lay back, a bit intimidated by his urgency,
unsure what I was meant to be doing. He must have sensed some of my anxiety. “Just
let me make you feel good. You don’t have to do anything.” I nodded, relieved
to have the pressure taken away.

He began by tracing my body with the tips
of his fingers. Goosebumps followed in his wake as my nerves jumped to
attention at his touch. By the time he’d finished he’d touched nearly every
part of my body, following up with gentle kisses. Within moments of stopping
his initial exploration he’d removed my bra. “You’re perfect,” he told me,
gazing down at me with obvious pleasure before leaning forward to kiss my
breasts. When he took the nipple into his mouth, I felt a jolt run through my
core and moaned. “That’s it, baby,” he said, “just feel it.”

I did. As he suckled and tugged my arousal
grew, making me ache for him. My head rolled back as I arched my back towards
his mouth. He grunted his approval, then pulled his head away. I sensed him
moving lower, to… there. With a quick rip he pulled my knickers apart to reveal
me fully to him. Embarrassed I tried to push my legs together, but he wouldn’t
let me. Slowly he opened them again, quieting my protests with a kiss, and this
time I let him. “Fuck, even your pussy looks better than anyone else’s,” he
groaned, before dipping his head down towards it.

I felt his breath on my inner thighs first,
and then the gentle press of his lips moving slowly downwards. He kissed me in
my most intimate place, and while part of my brain told me this was
embarrassing, another part of me – the bigger part – wanted to widen
my legs further and give him more access. That was the part that won. I relaxed
into the sensation as Cat growled with pleasure, the vibrations arousing me
further. He licked and kissed and used his tongue in ways I’d never imagined,
and it felt so good I soon lost all inhibitions and just wanted more. When his
fingers pressed into me I came quickly in a rolling wave of sensation.

In the aftermath I lay there incoherent for
a time, only aware Cat was taking his clothes off. I heard the unmistakeable
sound of a wrapper being opened, and then the snap of rubber as he rolled a
condom on, followed by the feel of his weight moving over me. His erection
nudged at me. “Look at me, Delilah,” he instructed. “I want to know you want
this too.” My eyes opened immediately to find his piercing blues gazing down at
me.

“I want this,” I assured him.

Without taking his eyes from my own he
pressed slowly inside me. I couldn’t help the sounds that rose from me at the
sensation. Eventually he was fully seated within me, making my body feel full
to capacity, stretched exquisitely by his size. His eyes bore into me with an
intensity that caught in my chest. “You feel so fucking amazing,” he told me,
as he ground his pelvis against mine, trying to move even deeper inside. “You’re
so tight. It’s taking everything I have not to blow my load right now,” he
groaned, grinding against me again. I moaned at the sensation as he pressed
hard. Then he pulled out slightly before pushing back in, and the sensations
went up a notch. The second time he did it he thrust into me harder, the third
harder still. Eventually he was relentlessly pulling out and slamming back into
me hard, the pace frantic. He kissed me, his tongue possessing my mouth as he
pushed my knees higher, trying to get ever deeper. I felt my core begin to
tighten at the onslaught, slightly afraid of what this might do to me but
unable to stop it, eventually hitting the top. I threw my head back and heard
myself scream. Cat came as soon as I did with an accompanying roar before
collapsing on top of me.

For a time we both lay there panting, our
bodies slick with sweat. I groaned as he pulled out, and then he disposed of
the condom efficiently before pulling me back beside him. I was draped over his
chest, his head burrowed into my neck. “Now you’re mine, Delilah,” he told me
in the moments before we both fell asleep.

*

We woke a little before dinner. At least he
woke me with the feel of his teeth on my breasts. This time when he entered me
it was less frantic. His pace was more measured but no less relentless, as he
brought us both to orgasm again. He certainly knew how to make a woman feel
good. The thought of how many women he’d learned that technique with made me
feel a little sick, but I pushed it aside, determined not to let my negative
thoughts spoil the moment. We showered and then returned to the bedroom to get
dressed. I looked at what remained of my knickers.

“Go without. You won’t need clothes for
long anyway,” he said, coming up behind me and grabbing hold of my breasts. Immediately
I leaned back against him. One of his hands dropped lower, running over my flat
tummy and down between my legs, and immediately I wanted him again. I felt him
harden once more. “Jesus,” he groaned. “I fucking need you again.” I widened my
legs in response to allow him easier access.

“Cat, Delilah, dinner,” a voice barked
through the door. It was Henry. “Put your fucking dick away for five minutes
and come and eat.”

We both groaned, our bodies in a state of
heightened arousal. It seemed I couldn’t get enough of him. I pressed back
against his body, needing to feel his erection, needing to know he needed me
too. He was rock hard. His finger slipped into me, and he groaned again as he
felt how slick I was for him. “I promised we’d go to dinner. We’ll eat fast.” Reluctantly
we separated and began to dress. I turned to face him when I was ready.

“Fuck, you shouldn’t be anywhere near other
men looking like that,” he growled.

“What do you mean?” I asked, immediately
self-conscious, wondering what was wrong with me.

“You look like a walking advert for
arousal. Your lips are plump, your cheeks are flushed, your nipples are…” he
paused as he struggled for words. “You look like sex on legs, and I don’t want
you near other men.”

“It’s only the band and Eddy.”

“I love them all like brothers, but if one
of them goes near you I may kill them.”

I punched him lightly on the arm. “Don’t be
silly.”

“I’m being deadly serious,” he said without
a smile. “Make sure you eat fast because I need to fuck you.” I laughed, and
then stopped because I realised he wasn’t joking.