teased.
“Well,
if it's for the band...”
“Neither
one of us can go another second being tortured like this – I can feel it, you
can feel it. If we're going to play together, we've got to get this desire out
of our systems, this second...”
“Right
this second.” His skin tasted sweet and salty, tantalizing me as I nibbled his
chest and shoulders, making my way hungrily to his lips.
Just
as his fingers were fumbling with my jeans zipper, I heard the phone ring.
“Damn...”
I muttered, silencing it. But it kept on vibrating – the caller calling back
again and again.
“Oh,
who is that?” Danny groaned, frustrated. “Just turn it off.”
I
looked down in horror as I saw the caller ID. The one name you least want to
see when you're about to have wild sex with the guy you’ve been fantasizing
about every day.
“It's
my dad.”
Chapter 12
O h, shit. My face was bright scarlet, a
combination of pulsing desire and absolute humiliation. Just as I was about to
get busy with Danny Blue – making all of my erotic dreams come true at once – I
was interrupted by the single worst possible intrusion: my dad on the caller
ID. I was pretty sure he'd seen the pictures of me playing at the gig – and
with it, figured out that I was a rocker just like dear old dad, bound to end
up on that same track which my father was utterly convinced could only lead
inexorably to lots of sex, lots of drugs, and plenty of diseases. The second
two I minded – at this second, I couldn't imagine that the first would bother
me too much. Still, I had to get home right away, to deal with this crisis
before my father personally had me and the rest of the Never Knights banned
from every reputable club in the country. And knowing my father, that wouldn't
be difficult. Even if he wasn't a rock star – he knew enough to threaten the
club for having allowed four under-twenty-ones unlimited access to their
“champagne suites” and bottle service – and to threaten to make enough of a
fuss to get their license revoked. I grimaced. I could only imagine what a mess
this conversation with my dad was going to turn out to be.
Danny
had evidently picked up on my distress. He came over to me, wrapping his arms
around my stomach as he pulled me to his naked chest, his waist tight against
me, his hard-on deliriously, tantalizingly pressed against my back. He nibbled
lightly on my earlobes, his fingers lightly stroking my nipples where they
escaped from the delicate lace of my bra. I closed my eyes in sheer pleasure as
his fingers relentlessly flicked back and forth, making it hard for me to
concentrate. For a second my body relaxed, instinctively forgetting all my
tension and all my worry as I gave myself over to the warm pleasure of his
touch. “What's the matter, darling?” he asked, his hot breath ever so slightly
tickling my ear, his tongue flecking against my earlobe.
“I've
got to...Danny...” I pleaded half-heartedly, but he wasn't having any of it. No
sooner had I put on an item of clothing – a sock, a shoe, my jeans – than he
took it off, taking advantage of an unprotected area to teasingly slip the
clothing from my body. I tried to concentrate, but I couldn't bring myself to
push him away, let alone to leave. I'd never felt like this before. This overwhelming
sense of desire that clouded my brain and made me want to vanish into his arms,
give myself over to the wealth of physical sensation. I couldn't breathe; I
couldn't think. In a matter of days my life had gone from my number-one
project, the thing I worked hard to control, to spiraling into utter chaos.
Ever since Danny Blue had come into my life, I couldn't do anything but give
myself over to the passion I felt
“Well,
if it's for the band...”
“Neither
one of us can go another second being tortured like this – I can feel it, you
can feel it. If we're going to play together, we've got to get this desire out
of our systems, this second...”
“Right
this second.” His skin tasted sweet and salty, tantalizing me as I nibbled his
chest and shoulders, making my way hungrily to his lips.
Just
as his fingers were fumbling with my jeans zipper, I heard the phone ring.
“Damn...”
I muttered, silencing it. But it kept on vibrating – the caller calling back
again and again.
“Oh,
who is that?” Danny groaned, frustrated. “Just turn it off.”
I
looked down in horror as I saw the caller ID. The one name you least want to
see when you're about to have wild sex with the guy you’ve been fantasizing
about every day.
“It's
my dad.”
Chapter 12
O h, shit. My face was bright scarlet, a
combination of pulsing desire and absolute humiliation. Just as I was about to
get busy with Danny Blue – making all of my erotic dreams come true at once – I
was interrupted by the single worst possible intrusion: my dad on the caller
ID. I was pretty sure he'd seen the pictures of me playing at the gig – and
with it, figured out that I was a rocker just like dear old dad, bound to end
up on that same track which my father was utterly convinced could only lead
inexorably to lots of sex, lots of drugs, and plenty of diseases. The second
two I minded – at this second, I couldn't imagine that the first would bother
me too much. Still, I had to get home right away, to deal with this crisis
before my father personally had me and the rest of the Never Knights banned
from every reputable club in the country. And knowing my father, that wouldn't
be difficult. Even if he wasn't a rock star – he knew enough to threaten the
club for having allowed four under-twenty-ones unlimited access to their
“champagne suites” and bottle service – and to threaten to make enough of a
fuss to get their license revoked. I grimaced. I could only imagine what a mess
this conversation with my dad was going to turn out to be.
Danny
had evidently picked up on my distress. He came over to me, wrapping his arms
around my stomach as he pulled me to his naked chest, his waist tight against
me, his hard-on deliriously, tantalizingly pressed against my back. He nibbled
lightly on my earlobes, his fingers lightly stroking my nipples where they
escaped from the delicate lace of my bra. I closed my eyes in sheer pleasure as
his fingers relentlessly flicked back and forth, making it hard for me to
concentrate. For a second my body relaxed, instinctively forgetting all my
tension and all my worry as I gave myself over to the warm pleasure of his
touch. “What's the matter, darling?” he asked, his hot breath ever so slightly
tickling my ear, his tongue flecking against my earlobe.
“I've
got to...Danny...” I pleaded half-heartedly, but he wasn't having any of it. No
sooner had I put on an item of clothing – a sock, a shoe, my jeans – than he
took it off, taking advantage of an unprotected area to teasingly slip the
clothing from my body. I tried to concentrate, but I couldn't bring myself to
push him away, let alone to leave. I'd never felt like this before. This overwhelming
sense of desire that clouded my brain and made me want to vanish into his arms,
give myself over to the wealth of physical sensation. I couldn't breathe; I
couldn't think. In a matter of days my life had gone from my number-one
project, the thing I worked hard to control, to spiraling into utter chaos.
Ever since Danny Blue had come into my life, I couldn't do anything but give
myself over to the passion I felt
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