Off the Rails (13 page)

Sandra continued clinging to him, belting out the words as she shoved her tits in his face, beaming with the false assumption that every guy in the room wanted to have her nestled up against him. It wasn’t just Drew’s stiff shoulders and tense jaw that gave his true feelings away. He wasn’t leaning in to her and he sure as hell wasn’t smiling. Not really.

Madison took a step back.

Ohh.

So
that’s
what it looked like to take the moral high road. It only took her a second to realize Drew’s polite-even-though-he-wasn’t-happy approach clearly had advantages over the get-pissed-and-cause-a-fuss approach she was considering. His was easier on all involved and clearly had less long-term repercussions. Once the song was over, they’d all forget it even happened.

And so Madison turned her devil stare away from Sandra and looked out over the crowd, pretending she didn’t care the least that the nasty troll was pawing at her guy. That’s right—
her guy
. As she and Sandra came together for the song’s last lines, Tia gave Madison a wave then ducked out the door, Pet Boy close on Tia’s four-inch heels. Madison backed up and planted herself beside Sandra, who was still clinging to Drew. Finally, the song ended with a grand crescendo and the beginnings of applause. The second Sandra loosened her grip on Drew, he shook himself free, grabbed Madison, swept her into an embrace, and covered her mouth with his.

There was nothing gentle about the kiss. He made full use of his height, taking advantage of the angle to ease her mouth open so that he could invade with firm sweeps of his tongue. After kissing her breathless, he turned to crowd, many of whom were cheering and shouting rude but silly comments. It took Madison a minute to recognize Tony Harwell, who’d stuck his index fingers between his teeth and was whistling.

Madison loved it. Caught up in the madness of it, she forgot to be anxious or stressed, and waved back. Dozens of people laughed and clapped. She peered around Drew’s shoulder. Ms. Sandra was trying to pretend that two people hadn’t just made out on the stage next to her. And stolen her applause. She did not look happy, to say the least.

Drew whispered into her ear. “Meet me at the Pepsi machine?”

When he stepped back, Madison saw Mr. Sandra lingering behind the curtain. “Yep. I just have to get paid first.”

Drew nodded, and her heart did a silly flip when he winked at her.

Drew was right there, waiting in the glow of the Pepsi machine. Madison swallowed hard, realizing it was the two of them, together, finally, after all these years. What was stopping her from getting what they both wanted?

Nothing.

Madison wrapped her arms around his neck, flattened herself completely against him, and zeroed in on his mouth, unapologetically staring at his lips.

Laughing this time, as he smiled, he held her back. “Whoa—hold on.”

“Wait? Hold on?” Madison scoffed, still hanging on as she wiggled in to nestle herself between his thighs. “I don’t think so.”

He took her waist in his hands, pushed her back a few inches. “Just so I know where we stand… What
did
you say that was so horrible?”

She ran her fingers across the strong column of his neck, and shaking her head, she offered him her cutest smile. “Never mind that itty bitty little thing.”

Down the hall some guys were shouting and laughing, enjoying the reunion. A DJ started up, filling the ballroom with dance music that would have everybody on their feet in seconds. But Drew kept a tight grip on Madison’s waist, his gaze still firmly fixed on hers. “I need to know what kind of girl I’m getting involved with.”

Madison’s softened her smile. “So now we’re getting involved?” she asked, sliding her fingers into his hair.

“I don’t know yet,” he said, his voice husky and low. “I think you better tell me what you said. And the truth. I always know when someone is lying to me.”

“You aren’t going to let me off the hook just this one time?”

“Not on your life. Spill it.”

Madison sighed. “Fine.” She leaned in. “Come closer,” she whispered.

He eyed her carefully, a roguish glint shining in his gaze. “I don’t trust you yet,” he said finally.

Then, instead of doing as he’d been told and coming close enough for her to kiss away his request, he backed her away from the Pepsi machine into the stairwell. The heavy metal door closed with a solid thud, shutting away the whole reunion and making them the only two people in the world that mattered. Madison tottered in the dark for a few seconds until her eyes adjusted to the light that was only bright enough for her to see the sun streaks in Drew’s blond hair and the flash of white teeth.

“Okay,” he said, pressing against her. “Now that we have privacy, I can chastise you properly if you do something naughty.”

Some nicely naughty images flashed through Madison’s mind. All so wonderfully vivid and tempting she couldn’t decide which one she’d want to bring to life first. She whispered, “Come closer, Drew.”

When he did, she arched against him, offering him an eyeful of cleavage. Then, speaking softly, she repeated the words she’d been carrying around in her mind for five long years. But at the same time, she ran her fingers up and down his cock using long, promising strokes to let him know what she’d really rather be doing. By the time she finished repeating the lamentable phrase, he’d gone from hard semi-erect to rock-hard. And her pussy was slick and hot.

“I don’t want to talk anymore.”

He thrust his hips forward, rubbing his cock against her fingers. “What, I didn’t—”

Gliding her palm across the zipper confining his awesome shaft, she looked him straight in the eye. “Do you want me to stop, Drew, and repeat myself? Or do you want me to quit talking and use my mouth for something else?”

“Is that a trick question? Is this some kind of test?”

“Hell, yes, it’s a test,” she replied, loosening his belt with quick tugs then shoving his pants and boxer briefs out of the way. “You better take notes.”

He started to reply, but his words evaporated as she dropped down to cover his jutting cock with her mouth. She curled her tongue around him then pulled away. The tip of his dick brushed against her cheek as she spoke. “I didn’t realize you were the blow job-in-the-stairwell type of guy.”

Groaning, he stumbled back, hitting the wall then sagging low enough for her to take him all in. Madison followed him back and again took him into her mouth.

He was even bigger than she’d imagined, and Madison let years of fantasies be her guide. She planned to enjoy every last lick of him.

A deep throated groan rumbled out of his chest, encouraging Madison to continue taking control of him.

Skimming her temples with the tips of his fingers, he said, “There’re a lot of things you don’t know about me, Madison.”

She moved back, releasing his dick long enough to reply. “You better get ready to start showing me.”

With that, she took him into her mouth again, coaxing his huge tip over her tongue then taking his shaft deep into her throat. As she moved him in and out, licking and sucking faster, he matched her motions with his hips, rocking along with her rhythm. She welcomed his thrusts, opening her mouth wide enough to accommodate his thick cock.

Madison was thrilled to be in control, and giving him pleasure offered her the chance to show him how she felt about him. The taste and solid hardness of his dick was making her hot and wet, and as she stroked him with her mouth, she imagined his heavy body on top of her, pounding into her pussy with long, hard thrusts.

“Wait, you— Stand up, pull your dress up so I can…”

He didn’t need to finish because Madison was already on her feet, wiggling her red dress up over her hips then wiggling her ice blue thong all the way down to the floor. Thank God for the heels, the shoes made her tall enough that when she wrapped her left leg around Drew’s solid hips, his cock slipped right between her pussy lips. Bit by bit, he pushed his shaft into her, gradually filling her wet channel. Her body rolled with liquid heat, she could’ve melted right there in the stairwell.

He moaned into her neck, the deep sound vibrating across her skin, making her nerves zing and snap. “If I’d known you felt this good—”

But Madison stopped his words by pulling his lips to hers. He got the idea, angling his head so that he could invade her mouth with the same demanding force that his cock was invading her pussy. He kissed her deeply, thoroughly, then moved his mouth so they could both catch their breath.

The strokes of his dick started out slow, as though he wanted to find the right spots to hit, those places deep inside her that would make her moan. But Madison had waited so long to have him that every nerve ending quivered and her entire pussy ached for his thrusts. She didn’t want deliberate. She needed forceful.

“Faster, Drew,” she said between pants. “Now, I need it.”

His movements turned fierce, and he pumped into her hard and quick, filling her to the hilt with determined perfection. Her breathing hitched, the slickness of her hot pussy dripping onto his cock, making his thrusts faster.

Her release came so suddenly, grabbing her so purely, that her whole body flashed with tension, gripping her muscles then just as quickly letting go. Drew held her upright as the shock waves of pleasure stole her strength. His own orgasm came on sharp and quick, too. Madison leaned into him, and they both used the wall for support as he thrust into her several more times, then groaned as the last spurt of cum emptied his cock.

His breathing settled and she dropped her leg. He let out one last sharp breath, then kissed her thoroughly, only stopping when he had to come up for air. He reached over and adjusted her dress, smoothing down the fabric as best he could.

As Madison finished getting the straps back in place, she began to reconsider what they’d just done. She tried to shrug off the insecurity as it rose up inside her but it was as stubborn as ever. But this time she wasn’t going to let it stew, getting the better of her. “That worth waiting for, Drew?”

“You ask that like you have something to prove,” he said, brushing a lock of her hair away from her eyes.

“I do. That it was worth waiting years to have sex with me.”

“It was. But I’m not willing to wait long for the next time.”

“No?” It was her turn to help him with his clothes, first pulling up his pants then working his belt.

“No.” He took the belt from her to finish the buckle. “Absolutely not.”

“Good, ’cause I’m not either.” She lifted her eyebrows and, half joking, asked, “You don’t care about hanging around an unemployed singer slash actress waiting for her next big break, do you?”

“Um. No. I make some money. I can afford to buy us both some McDonald’s. Or maybe even have pizza delivered. You know. If we want to live it up.”

“That’s okay,” Madison said, only half-listening because she was already imagining what they might do next. If they were lying down.

“Gee. Thanks.” He kissed her lightly on the mouth then picked her thong up from the floor and tucked it into his suit pocket. “I’m glad you don’t mind that I make money because I guess that means you won’t mind that I have the top floor suite.”

That got her attention. “A bed. Excellent.”

“Yes, a bed. With a view of the river. You can see half of Kentucky.” He reached over and shoved open the door. “Let’s get out of here. I didn’t wait all this time to spend our night in a stairwell.” He ushered her through then pulled his key card from his jacket pocket. “Head for the elevator.”

Madison started resisting his gentle push, laughing. “But wait. I never even picked up my nametag. What if I want my swag?”

Drew swung around in front, wrapped her in his arms then swung her over his shoulder. “I have all the swag you need.”

Laughing louder, Madison half-heartedly kicked, pretending to try and get free. “What does that even mean?”

They reached the bank of elevators. Drew stepped into the open one, hit the button and said, “You’re going to find out,” as the doors slid closed.

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What’s her Secret?: Unfinished Business

Isabelle Drake

Excerpt

Chapter One

It’s Thursday night and I’m hanging out at a record store. It’s the kind of place you’d only find in Detroit. Three months ago The Twelve Inch Groove didn’t exist. It was storage area in the back of the bowling alley. I don’t mean just any bowling alley. I mean the Midtown bowling alley that also has an upscale restaurant on one side, a bar filled with regulars up front and a club upstairs where anybody from Whitey Morgan to DJ Assault will be on stage. Two weeks of cleaning and moving crap around, and bammo, it’s a store.

Sure, you have to weave through the bowlers to get here but as long as you keep off the lanes and don’t mess with the barrel-chested guys hurrying to get their next pitcher of Coors before their turn rolls around, traipsing through is no big deal.

“You like this track?”

On my left is what looks to be a walking ad for Goodwill. Baggy pants, huge Red Wings shirt, but short, clean-cut bleached hair. Two-tone Sperrys. It’s like he can’t make up his mind. Can’t commit.

On second thought, maybe I have something in common with the guy. Commitment and I aren’t on speaking terms, apparently. I pay attention to the music blaring from the speakers. “I think it’s from
Criminal Minded
.”

“BDP. Ooooold Skooooool.” He smiles, obviously happy with the way he can stretch out words.

Nice teeth though.

I flip through the Retro Classics, wondering if it’s possible to develop any sort of relationship based on a good set of teeth. Seems doubtful but who knows? Maybe. Anything is possible in Motown. Especially in the spring when everyone is emerging from the winter darkness like—well in this guy’s case—trolls from under a mud-coated, concrete overpass.

He starts talking again, this time about the horrors of new rappers and how they’re all sellouts. Lil Wayne for example. “Take that
Lollipop
song. Stupidest damn song on the whole fuckin’ radio. He should’ve been long gone after that shit. But he’s not. He’s still here. Gettin’ paid.”