When Fangirls Lie (15 page)

“Did you like that?” he drawled huskily, his voice arousing her even more.

“Yes,” she gasped out.

“What else do you want?”

Saffi bit her lip.

“Say it like a hot G with a dirty mouth,” he whispered.

She blurted out, “Please…fuck me. Shove your dick inside me. Take my---”

“Goddammit, H.” He was in even before he finished speaking, her unexpected words arousing her to such heights he had completely lost control. Staffan had never thought someone like Saffi could say things like that, and that she was doing so, to him, made him thrust harder into her, his dick sinking deeper and deeper into her welcoming heat.

As Staffan’s thrusts became harder, rougher, and wilder, she bit back a scream, knowing that his entire crew was outside. Some of them might even have their ears to the door. The thought was scary and exciting, and it made her wriggle her butt again, desperate for the kind of heavy pounding that she knew Staffan could give her.

“Ready, H?” he growled against her throat.

Before she could nod, he was indeed pounding into her, his dick jettisoning inside Saffi like a relentless hot rod that her sex couldn’t get enough of. She held on to the window sill desperately, knowing if she let go she would be flying.

“Scream for me, baby.”

She shook her head, biting her lip harder.

He reached out for her breasts, which swung with every deep and hard thrust he made. As he pinched her nipples, he gritted, “Scream.”

She screamed. He left her no choice, not with the way he was making her mindless with pleasure. His thrusts went deeper and faster, and she started to sob, feeling her climax so close but somehow not near enough.

Staffan suddenly gripped her legs, pulling it up until she was practically lying horizontal in the air. When his cock rammed back into her, she needed no further prodding.

“Staffan!” His body shook at the way Saffi screamed his name.

“Oh, God, oh, yes, please, Staffan. Staffan!” Her eyes fell close as she felt her body start to tremble with her impending release.

His fingers dug into her ass, loving how smooth and firm it was at the same time. His eyes roamed on her legs, all the way back. And that was when he saw it, remembered it --- his Saffi March still had her sexy kitten heels on.

Fuck!

“Come with me, baby,” he growled as he felt his cock tense, preparing to shoot out his cum. He quickly lowered Saffi back even as he thrust in and out of her, one of his hands going under to find her sweet little nub. He pinched it as he came with a shout and Saffi followed closely behind, sobbing his name out as her body was wracked with great heaving tremors.

“Staffan,” she cried out, loving the way he kept on jerking into her, making her feel so incredibly hot and full. She pressed her thighs together, wanting to prolong the feeling.

And then she felt it, a soft but unmistakable touch as her heart slowed down to normal.

A kiss on her spine, just a tender touch of his lips.

Her eyes closed. Staffan Aehrenthal liked his women slutty and not sweet. And if the reports were to be believed, he was the same. He was an animal in bed, relentless, ruthless, and ravenous. But he wasn’t sweet.

Yet what else could that kiss be but sweet?

She bit her lip to keep the words inside, but it didn’t stop her heart from racing, didn’t stop her mind from wishing for the impossible. Could she let herself hope about the two of them?

When they went out of the room an hour later – and it took that long because he had wanted to have sex again and of course Saffi had wanted it too - her legs felt so weak and she was so wobbly in her heels that she had to lean on him like a baby.

“Did you really tell me the truth about being experienced, H? How can you be this weak after just two orgasms?”

She was so physically tired she just said the truth. “I think it’s because you’re bigger than most and your stamina is unbelievable.”

Staffan laughed, and her toes curled at the sound. “Bob will take you back to the hotel. I want you to rest while I rehearse. Later tonight – what do you want to do aside from fucking?”

She pretended to think about it. “Mmm…give me a private concert?” When he didn’t answer, she looked up at him nervously. “I was just joking?” Staffan suddenly looked odd, almost furious, like someone had walked over his grave.

“I’m sorry. It’s…not personal. I just don’t sing if I’m not paid to do it.”

The answer was curious to say the least, but Saffi was beginning to understand him and she knew by the look on his face that she shouldn’t push it. “No harm done,” she said lightly and quickly changed the subject. “I want to do something you haven’t done with any other fan-I mean groupie.”

“A fivesome?”

His dick twitched when she blushed in response, but he ignored it, knowing she would be too sore if he made love to her again. Staffan lifted a brow. “Well?”

“There’s something else I want but it’s going to be selfish of me,” she admitted. “Is that okay?”

God, she looked so fucking sweet when her eyes went big like that. Had she realized he’d give her the fucking world if she kept looking at him that way? “Yes,” he said gruffly. “That’s fine. So what it’s going to be?”

“But it’s not terribly exciting.”

“That’s fine.”

“And it’s not---”

“Get to the point, H.”

“Watch TV with you.” Saffi immediately held her breath, unable to predict what Staffan’s answer would be. She knew that was more a fangirl’s answer than a groupie’s but she couldn’t help it. She only had this weekend with Staffan. If he was giving her a chance to do what she really wanted with him the most, then she was going all in with making her daydreams come true.

She would have loved to enjoy an ordinary date with him, but she knew and understood that would be selfish of her with him on a tour. Also, he was Staffan Aehrenthal and she was Saffi March. At least with a date behind locked doors, Saffi wouldn’t have to worry about what others would think upon seeing them together. She’d also get to enjoy more alone time with Staffan, and that was always a plus.

When he still didn’t say anything, she added helpfully, “We can watch whatever you want. I can go rent a movie or download something. Do you, umm, have any request?”

Staffan shook his head, still incredulous. Was he really having this conversation? He had a fucking private jet at his disposal---did she forget they could go anywhere with it? He had all the money in the world, too. Wouldn’t she at least want to spend even a few thousands of it?

Saffi suddenly giggled, the sound startling him, and the carefree look on her face mesmerizing him. Staffan looked around and saw Carson grinning at her as he used his body to mimic the actions of having sex. The other man quickly stopped when he realized Staffan was staring, making an about face in an instant and walking away.

Asshole. He was going to fucking donate Carson to another rockstar as soon as this tour ended. No fucking way was he going to let that guy in the same state with Saffi after this. His eyes drifted to other men, narrowing when he saw that most of the others were also staring at his Saffi. Jealousy caused him to stiffen, and Staffan cracked his knuckles as he looked at them one by one.

Saffi jumped at the sound of knuckles cracking. “Staffan?”

He only allowed himself to look back at Saffi when he was satisfied that everyone had gone back to their respective jobs – or at least they were fucking pretending to. Staffan stifled an exasperated sigh when he saw how Saffi didn’t even seem to realize she had everyone in the room entranced.

She truly appeared to have only eyes for him, and her expectant hopeful gaze chipped another wall from his heart as she said, “I really just want to be with you.” She chewed on her lip. “Unless you think it’s totally boring? Because if you do, we can always---”

She shut up when he kissed her. Hard.

He pulled away. “TV it is.”

She beamed then she remembered she was supposed to be a G and groupies did
not
beam. She hastily rearranged her expression and tried to look sultry instead. “Great.”

Staffan smothered a laugh. Around them, he could hear the crowd doing the same, but this time he didn’t mind. He couldn’t fault them, after all. Saffi March was irresistible at times like this. He kissed her again, unable to help it, his tongue demanding entrance to mate with hers. She gasped against his mouth, her hands clutching his shoulders desperately as she felt her entire body melt.

When he moved back, the stars were back in her eyes.

It was a punch in the gut, tempting him to forget all about his plans of teaching Saffi about her role in his life.

“That was so…” Her admittedly sparse vocabulary of groupie slang failed Saffi and she said simply, “Sexy. That was so sexy.”

The sincerity in her voice made Staffan feel worse and better at the same time, his gut clenching even more when Saffi took a step back, a tiny frown marring her forehead. And then her eyes twinkled. It was all the warning he got.

His dick stirred in anticipation as Saffi moved back towards him. When she reached his side, Staffan raised a brow but she did nothing, continuing to move forward as if she was about to walk past him. What the fuck---

And then he felt it.

Saffi had slapped his ass, and when he turned around in disbelief – no woman, not even Chloe, had ever dared slapped his ass because all of them had been too intimidated by him – Staffan saw Saffi practically skipping her way out of the stage area.

He didn’t have to see her face to know she was smiling happily to herself, and Staffan certainly didn’t need to look around to know that his entire crew was enjoying their little exchange. Most women had a flair for turning their lives into soap operas but Saffi – only Saffi – was able to turn her life – and his - upside down and make it into a fucking sitcom.

Saffi gasped when someone suddenly cupped her elbow from behind. In a second, every inch of her body was pressed against Staffan and he was looking down at her with unreadable eyes.

Oops
. Was he mad? She had thought that ass slapping was a very G thing to do, but maybe she was wrong?

He bent down unexpectedly, making her jump. Every nerve ending in her body tingled as Staffan whispered into ear, “I know what I want us to watch now.”

She relaxed. “What?”

He moved back, his eyes glinting as it met hers. “
Porn.”

Her mouth opened and closed for several times.

“As a very experienced G, you’ll surely have some great ones I probably haven’t seen yet.” He caressed her face, doing his best not to smirk when he saw her pale at his words. “Impress me, mm?”

“Mmm…” she said weakly.

He turned around. “Now go and rest. I’m looking forward to our TV date later.”

She turned around, jumping with a surprised yelp when he slapped her ass hard just before she walked away. The laughter of the crowd didn’t bother her, not when she was already in a daze.
Porn. Impressive porn
. She let out a mental wail. What did that even mean?

He watched Saffi walk away, no longer skipping. Instead, she walked like an elderly amnesiac, and knowing the reason behind it tempted him to grin. Staffan’s phone rang and he answered it distractedly.

“Staffan?” It was Constantijin.

He forced himself to concentrate as Saffi disappeared from view. “Yes, what is it?”