I was impressed and in awe of it as much as I was jealous of their desire to have a piece of her.
As she finished up her set, she spoke to them.
“Tonight, I’m gonna sign off with a song dedicated to my HOT new bodyguard.” The crowd screamed, and she threw me a look over her shoulder, smiling.
Even in the foul mood I was in, my dick throbbed at that look.
“You all may know it,” she said. “Because he’s musically challenged, though, I’m just gonna let him know this song is ‘The Girls’ by Calvin Harris.”
She wandered in my direction as the song started playing. She smiled at me again. I resisted the urge to reach for her as she spoke with Sledge for a moment. Then I escorted her backstage, walking her to her dressing room.
As I closed us inside and locked the door behind us, I asked her casually, “Do I get all the girls, in your estimation?” referring to the words in the song.
“Oh, I know you do,” she said, already sliding off the shimmery, blood-red bob wig she’d worn for the show. “The question is, do they get you?”
She turned to me, her heavily made-up eyes looking extra sultry, gazing at me from under the long lashes. I watched as she slipped off her slinky gold dress and let it pool around the sexy, strappy shoes at her feet.
Her lingerie, a matching bra and panties, were black and see-through, with patterns that looked kinda like spiderwebs… I could see her hard nipples through the mesh.
The panties were fucking tiny, and she hooked a thumb in them like she was considering whether or not to slide them right off.
And that was an invitation if I’d ever seen one.
I advanced on her and grabbed her wrists, lifting them over her head and pinning them to the wall with one hand. If anyone was taking off her panties right now, it was me.
I ripped them down as she lifted a leg, eager to be rid of them. I pulled her thigh up around my hip and undid my pants, letting the weight of my belt drop them to my knees. I tore my underwear down and grabbed my cock, angling it right where I wanted it. I was rock-hard already, and I shoved into her.
A few more thrusts and I was buried deep, my balls pressed right up against her heat.
I couldn’t get enough of her… being inside her like this.
I grabbed her neck with my free hand and angled her face to me. I kissed her, sinking my tongue into her at the same time I screwed my dick into her, hard, over and again.
She moaned against me as I hammered her up against the wall.
And fuck… I was already on the edge as she squirmed against my hold.
Summer liked it when I held her down. She was strong and strong-willed, but no match for me, obviously, and she loved feeling my strength. That was clear in every move she made when I fucked her.
I fucking loved that about her.
I’d never been all that turned on by women who wanted me to touch them like they were delicate flowers. That worked for maybe a screw or two, but it got old, fast.
I was what I was. I was a big man, I’d been blessed with a big dick, and I liked to fuck a woman hard. If I wanted her, I wanted to be able to show her how much, and have that lust returned.
Summer gave it back to me with an endless hunger.
She groaned my name against my neck and my balls ached. I already wanted to come so hard… I wanted to blow inside her, make her mine.
I wanted to fuck her right on the stage in the club, where every asshole out there could see who DJ Summer belonged to.
Make her come, screaming my name over the sound system.
Now that would be music to my ears.
“Fuck,” I growled. “I want to come inside you.”
Summer looked in my eyes, panting. Then she tugged at my hold on her wrists. “Let me go,” she whispered.
I released her, and she pulled away, shifting her hips so I pulled out.
Then she dropped to her knees in front of me, grabbing my cock. I groaned, throbbing in her hands. She glanced up as she stroked me, tight, meeting my eyes. “So, come,” she said. Then she took my cock in her mouth.
My eyes rolled back and I collapsed forward, leaning on my arm on the wall. I tried to watch as she blew me, but my eyes kept rolling closed. It felt like there were three chicks down there with their fingers and tongues all over me.
I lasted about ten seconds before I exploded. I gripped her hair and shoved into her deeper, letting go down her throat.
I groaned as my whole body shuddered with the release, and she moaned her approval.
When she was done sucking me dry, she licked her way up my body as I leaned on my arm against the wall, just trying to stay on my feet as my body went limp.
As she kissed my neck, I grabbed her face and pulled her to me. “You’re really something else, you know that?” I muttered, still panting.
She smiled at me sweetly and said, “I know.”
I chuckled.
That smile on her face and the spark of challenge in her pale-blue eyes said, Are you worthy of me?
And beneath that challenge, their was a vulnerability that she hid well. If you looked at her as often as I did, though… it was there.
She was scared, maybe… Of what, I didn’t know. I didn’t know how much of it had to do with the attempted break-in, or how much of it might be something else.
But no matter what it was, I wanted to make her feel safe. It was a
