Big Girl Backstage Pass (Rock Star BBW Erotic Romance) (5 page)

“Ohhh,” she moaned. “Yes, yes!” He sucked harder, his teeth grazing her skin as he thrust his fingers deep into her, stretching her out.

“Oh yes! Yes! OH GOD!”

At that moment, one of Julian’s fingers curled up to press right against her G-spot and she felt her entire body shake into the most intense orgasm she had ever known. He held her firmly against the seat with his strong arms, his tongue still flicking over her aroused nipple as she came in his embrace, the waves of her orgasm thundering through her body again and again, crashing through her nerves and leaving her shivering with pleasure.

Julian’s mouth moved over her breast, kissing every square inch of her body as she leaned her head against the leather seat back. She was breathless, panting, and as he moved his mouth along her skin and up her neck she shivered again at his touch.

He withdrew his fingers slowly, and she felt the slippery wetness between her thighs. If she hadn’t already been flushed from her orgasm she would have turned bright red just then.

“Sorry,” she managed to choke out.

“Oh, you are
soaked
,” Julian said, nuzzling her hair. “I like that.”

He reached over her and pulled out a hand towel from the bar to dry his fingers.

“I think I need to get you cleaned up before we get there.”

“There?” Shannon said, woozy. “Where?”

“The band decided to splurge and get hotel rooms in the city,” Julian said. “Water Heights. Do you know where that it?”

“Sure,” Shannon said. Water Heights was the biggest, most expensive hotel in the area. It had just been built a few years ago as part of the outer Los Angeles development, right on the edge of the ocean. The views were incredible, so they said.

Julian slid the hand towel between Shannon’s thighs, wiping her clean, and now she did blush. He was so gentle, it was almost a caress.

“Spread your legs a little for me,” he said. Shannon obeyed, her blush now a fierce fire-engine red, and Julian’s hand moved to dry her, patting her softly with the towel. He kissed her on the forehead.

“Good girl,” Julian murmured, his lips hot against her skin. “God, you’re beautiful.”

“Did you... did you want...” Shannon didn’t know how to ask if Julian wanted her to do anything for him.

“I told you what I want,” Julian said. The limo pulled to a stop, and Shannon looked out the tinted windows to see the bright towers of Water Heights looming above her. He took her hand in his, squeezing tightly. His eyes were kind, so kind, and Shannon felt her heart rebel against her body. There was no way he could be this wonderful.

Julian opened the door and got out, reaching back and holding out his hand towards Shannon.

“I want to make you happy.”

CHAPTER FOUR

The hotel room was on the top floor, and Shannon couldn’t contain her excitement when they walked in and she saw that the entire wall was one glass window. It was crazy – the room was as big as a house, so it seemed. She squealed and ran forward to the glass.

The ocean spread out below the night sky, and the moon was so bright that Shannon could see every tiny ripple on the water surface. The boats docked off to one side shone red and green lights from their masts that reflected off of the water, glimmering faintly in the distance. In the distance the ocean cliffs rose up, their peaks hidden by soft halos of clouds.

“It’s beautiful,” she said to herself. Julian came up beside her.

“It sure is.”

“I’ve never imagined seeing the cliffs from up high like this. It’s just incredible.”

“Money can’t buy happiness,” Julian said, his eyes scanning the horizon, “but it sure can buy a view.”

Shannon laughed softly. The water below them was dark except where the moon reflected off of the waves. It must hide vast secrets under its surface, Shannon thought. She had swum in the ocean many time before, as a kid, but she had never thought to imagine how big it truly was. For the second time that night she felt an aching to photograph the scene.

Remember this, Shannon
, she thought to herself.
Remember this for later.

“I wish I had my camera,” Shannon whispered.

“You’re a photographer?” Julian asked.

“A hopeful photographer. I finish college this year.”

“College, huh?”

Shannon flushed. Oh god, he was going to think she was just a stupid college kid.

“Yeah,” she said. “I’ve been doing some outside work too, you know, for weddings and things...” She trailed off lamely.

“I’d love to see some of your work,” Julian said. Shannon brightened. He was so kind.  “Sometimes I wish I had finished school. I had to drop out for the band, you know, because we were touring.”

Shannon nodded, although she didn’t really know.
Wilder Side
had been a famous band for years, and they must all be millionaires ten times over by now. She couldn’t imagine leaving the fame and fortune behind. For what? Assignments and projects? He had definitely gotten the better end of the deal.

Julian had moved back to the expansive kitchen and was opening a bottle of wine.

“Red is good, I hope?” he asked.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Shannon said, a teasing note in her voice. She felt playful, draping herself over the couch leisurely. “What’s the vintage?”

“This lovely Pinot Noir is from the award-winning 1998 vintage in Mont Chablix,” Julian said. He brought the bottle over to her and displayed it in his hands. “From the cellar of winemaster Jacques Pierrot Yvesmartin de Chasle Sudmarron. The Third.” He exaggerated the nasal sounds in the made-up name, and Shannon giggled.

“The pedigree is acceptable,” Shannon said. “But what of the wine itself?”

He uncorked the bottle and waved the cork in front of her nose.

“For your olfactory approval, Mademoiselle.”

“Ah, hints of gooseberries and apple blossoms,” Shannon said. “With an undercarriage of worn leather.”

“Indeed. A most excellent choice for Mademoiselle if she would care to try it.”

“Perhaps just a taste,” Shannon said.

Julian grabbed the two wine glasses and plopped unceremoniously next to her on the couch.

“If it’s red, it’s good for me,” Julian said, filling both their glasses.

“Ooh, enough!” Shannon said, motioning for him to stop pouring. “I can’t drink too much.” She had been trying to cut out empty calories, and wine was definitely an indulgence.

“But of course, mademoiselle,” Julian said. He put down the bottle and clinked his glass against hers.

“What are we toasting?”

“Hm, that’s a tough one.” Julian’s hand rested idly on her shoulder, and he played with a strand of her hair. “How about we toast to the most beautiful, funny redhead I’ve ever met?”

“No!” Shannon arched one eyebrow. “I’m not toasting to that.”

“Alright, then.” Julian reached his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him on the couch. “Then how about we just toast to beauty?”

In his expression, she could see that he was telling her the truth, but she did not know how he could possibly think she was beautiful. Her throat ran dry and she swallowed.

“Yes,” she said. “To beauty.”

They clinked their glasses and took a sip.

“Maaaaahhhhvelous,” Julian said, licking his lips as he looked at her. “So now, tell me more about yourself.”

Shannon felt a rush of anxiety sweep over her. She was nobody, certainly not a girl who could compare to a famous rock star. What could she tell him that was interesting?

“I’m just finishing up at the state school,” she said. “Um, like I said. And I work part-time at an art studio.”

“So you’re a model?” Julian asked.

“No! I just, you know, clean up and take care of the paperwork, sign people up for classes, take care of the darkroom and other photography stuff.”

“Is that what you’re majoring in? Photography?”

Shannon nodded. “My parents were furious when I told them I wanted to do art for a living. But I’ve taken a lot of business classes too, so it’s not that bad.”

God, it sounded so lame when she said it like that. But Julian listened attentively.

“I could tell it was something like that,” he said.

“Like what?” She gulped her wine, which for all their exaggeration was actually quite delicious. It was smoother than any wine Shannon had ever tasted, the flavors as intoxicating as the alcohol.

“The way you look at the world,” Julian said. “When your eyes move over something, it’s like you’re actually seeing it. Most people just walk around like they’re living in a haze. But you pay attention to things.”

Shannon chuckled. “I guess. Not much of a life skill.”

“It’s the same way I listen to music,” Julian said. “Like every little piece of it is so intense.”

“That must be nice,” Shannon murmured.

Julian’s face lit up. “Wait here.”

“What am I waiting for?” Shannon asked, but he was already gone out of the room. Shannon sat patiently, sipping her wine. She was startled when music started to play overhead and the room lights dimmed. Julian came back, pointing to the ceiling.

“It’s not the best sound system,” he said. “But I want you to hear this.”

“What is it?”

“Something I wrote,” Julian said. “Just listen.”

Shannon put her glass of wine on the side table and settled into the couch. Julian came to join her, and she was surprised to feel his arms lift her body up and over so that she was cradled against his chest. She leaned her head against his body, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt. It felt as intimate as though they were long-time lovers cuddling at the end of a normal workday.

At first the song started out with a simple guitar riff. Shannon listened to the strings being plucked, and whether it was the wine or the music or just the fact that she was lying in Julian Bremmer’s arms, she felt as though it was her body being plucked along with the guitar. Her entire being shivered as each new note rang out, each nerve vibrating differently.

Another guitar part came in at a different rhythm. Julian slid his hands around her, clasping them around her waist. She sucked in her stomach automatically.

“Relax,” he whispered into her ear.

Shannon let out a breath. The two guitars were intertwined now, the different melodic structures playing off of each other. Sometimes the parts would combine in harmony, and sometimes they would draw apart, dancing off into their own parts of the musical scale, seemingly ignorant of each other.

Shannon closed her eyes. Each guitar seemed to be weaving its own thread through the air, and when she let herself drift into the music she could see them visually. It was as if the notes were painting the backs of her eyelids, waving ribbons of color around in different patterns. It was beautiful, whatever it was.

She had never listened to music in this way before, trying to tease out the different parts. Songs had always just been something that she sang along to on the radio or in the shower. Here, though, there were only two strands to follow, and it was much easier for her to see how they worked together to form a cohesive whole.

Julian’s hands came up to her breasts and Shannon tilted her head back against his shoulder. Her heart was beating faster as he cupped her through her dress. His thumb slid over her full bosom, brushing against her nipple. She moaned.

“Pay attention,” Julian said, his voice teasing. “This is the best part.”

“You should stop distracting me if you want me to pay attention,” Shannon said. She opened her eyes slightly and saw that Julian had his eyes closed as well. She felt a pang of anxiety in her at the sight. Was she not pretty enough? But then Julian hugged her close and nuzzled against her ear, and she forgot her nervousness. She closed her eyes again.

The guitars were rising now, their dance growing frantic. The melodies crashed together and then pulled apart again, drawing out the tension. The song grew louder and louder, and Shannon saw in her mind the strips of color tearing across a blank canvas, fighting for dominance as they grew louder, faster—

Then there was silence. Julian’s hands were still caressing her breasts, but the music had stopped.

“What happened?” Shannon asked. She twisted in Julian’s arms.

“That’s all I’ve got so far,” Julian said.

“What do you mean, that’s all you’ve got? It stopped right in the middle!”

“I can’t figure out the transition to the next part,” Julian said, laughing at her fierce tone.