Shiraz (7 page)

Ryan got off the bed, dropping to his
knees pulling my whole body forward as if I weighed no more than
the stick he beats his drums with. His defined arms spread my legs
apart, and he stared at my pussy as if a freshly prepared meal. I
watched him lick his lips in anticipation, and just when I thought
I couldn’t take it anymore, he lowered his head into my
lap.

I don’t know if I have the vocabulary
to describe what he did to me, but it was impeccable. He traced
symbols across my labia, drawing caricatures on my lips like it was
his personal canvas and his tongue was the paintbrush. Every inch
of my vagina was his to explore, along with the insides of my
thighs, and he went on an adventure. His tongue managed to wet my
pussy even more, and I groaned in pleasure every time he approached
my clit. He was a fucking professional; if he ever wanted to give
up music, he had a long career ahead of him in cunnilingus. He knew
how to make me beg for it, darting his tongue just over the hood of
my clit every time he moved within an inch.

Finally, he not only went to work on
my clit, he pulled the hood back in my direction to expose the most
sensitive area he could find. I was not expecting this so I
screamed in response, probably alerting the rest of the hotel as to
what was happening in this very room. He glanced up for a minute,
checking to see if I was okay. I nodded at him to continue, now
accustomed to his level of expertise.

He continued to go down on me for what
seemed like heaven’s definition of forever. He was such a master
that I almost didn’t want to finish, I just wanted this to last
into the morning. As he continued to lick me, he kept one of his
hands in place for my hood and used the other to work its way
inside me. His fingers found my g-spot as quickly as if it were a
vacation home. I cried out in joy as I could feel myself rapidly
approaching an orgasm. The musical combination of his tongue and
fingers working their own separate magic was too much for me to
handle, so I dug one of my hands into his head and squeezed my left
tit with the other. I sailed over the edge, emitting short bursts
of air as he pulled his tongue and fingers even deeper inside me as
my entire pussy shook in absolute pleasure. His fingers massaged
the insides of my walls like he wanted my whole vagina to swallow a
pill. I continued to writhe in orgasm, finally stopping and
collapsing deeper into the sheets, damn near
hyperventilating.

He kissed the top of my pussy,
satisfied with his own job a job well done. He continued to rub his
hands across my legs, squeezing every bit of flesh he could before
finding my tits again. My nipples could have murdered someone, they
were so sharp. I opened my eyes again and pounced on his face,
sucking his tongue back down my throat. I pulled away from him just
long enough to stare at his crotch. He had me at full attention,
his cock pointing at me through his underwear as if it were
accusing me of a crime.  

I stood up from the bed, wrapping my
arms around his waist and forcing him to sit at the edge. It was my
turn to steer. I got down on my knees, thankful that the bed was at
just the right height. I ran my hands up from his ankles to his
legs, caressing the fur on his shins back up to his thighs. The
base of my right palm slid across his shorts, rubbing the weight of
his cock. I could feel it throbbing inside his underwear. I slid my
fingers into the waistline as he had done to me, pulling the shorts
away from his ass and letting them crumple to the floor as he
helped.

His cock was alive, twitching and
veins pulsating, beckoning my mouth. I stared in awe, amazed that
it had grown from the already impressive size I had first seen
outlined against his underwear. His pubic hair was trimmed as well,
and his balls were completely smooth and free of any stubble. He
may have just shaven them before I arrived. I grabbed it in my
hand, admiring the girth and warmth of his member. He inhaled
sharply, responding to my touch like an electric shock. I stroked
the top, tracing my index finger underneath the “v” formed
underneath the head. I pawed at his balls, engorged fleshy orbs
that begged for as much attention as his cock.

I shot him a confident smirk and took
his cock into my mouth. I ran my tongue all the way from the tip to
the very bottom of his shaft while I listened to him exhale in
delight. I took my tongue back to the top and swallowed his cock,
bobbing my neck up and down as he placed a hand on the back of my
head. He grabbed another handful of my hair and pressed down on my
head, forcing his cock into the back of my throat. I coughed and
sprayed saliva all over him, leaving me no choice but to come up
for air. I rubbed the spit all over his cock; stroking it and
feeling it harden even more as his toes curled into the carpet.
 

I got up from the floor and he
followed suit, moving toward the center of the bed. Still nursing
his dick with my mouth, I crawled to his waist and resumed
servicing him. I could taste his love juice already seeping through
his hole. I lashed my tongue across it, eager to lap up his nectar.
I felt his right hand grasp underneath my thigh, tugging in the
direction of his face. I followed his lead and swung my hips
around, planting myself on all fours and shoving the bottom of my
pussy toward his mouth.  

While I continued to suck his cock, I
felt his tongue once again exploring my pussy. He knew his way
around and inside of me as if we had known each other for years. He
reared back with his right hand while gripping my hip with his left
and smacked my ass, sending out a gagged yelp from the back of my
throat. I arched my back, freed myself from his cock and looked
over my shoulder, loving the view of him once again feasting on me.
I violently spit on his crotch, spraying his cock and balls with my
own personal lube. I had to take him inside of me.

He must have read my mind. He took me
by the insides of my thighs again and rolled me over on my back,
splitting my legs open. He began to stroke his own cock while
eyeing up my pussy, and I joined in, massaging my clit with my
fingers and feeling like I needed to orgasm all over again. The
lighting in this room was amazing, his nipples were glistening as
they stood still, so hard and perky. He watched me play with myself
for a few more moments before inching forward, wrapping two fingers
around the base of his cock. He had found the treasure chest inside
my pussy and was determined to mine for all it was
worth.

He ducked his head down and drooled a
fresh vat of saliva all over my labia, readying my insides for his
glorious entry. Still over me, his abs flexing, he took his cock
and poked the head against the outside walls of my pussy. I invited
him in, and he filled my chambers in a way I never thought
possible. He was gentle at first, sliding the entire length of him
into my passage several times in and out, letting me experience the
width that he possessed. As he continued to slide in and out of me,
I clenched his cock with my vaginal muscles while he gripped my hip
bone with one hand and cupped my right tit with another.

We danced with each other in perfect
harmony, increasing our rhythm as I sat up and kissed his mouth
again. My nails scurried their way into his shoulders, burrowing
deep enough that I should have come up with skin underneath. He
shifted our weight, taking me back with him in a sitting position.
Switching, I was now the pilot, riding his cock like a carnival
attraction that showed no signs of ever closing for the night. My
hips gyrated against his as if we were trying to make a fire in the
woods. He was impaling me, stabbing my uterus over and over again,
permanently tattooing himself inside of me.  

He allotted me control for some time,
but I could tell he wanted to get behind the wheel once more. I
hoisted myself off, stopping to clench him once more with my hand.
He and I were both drenched in sex from head to toe. I licked my
hand and taunted him with my pussy, rubbing my clit with two
fingers. He responded exactly as I wanted, bending me over and
positioning me at the head of the bed. I felt him enter me from
behind, a forcible penetration that sent a brand new wave of
ecstasy through my nervous system. My g-spot was begging for mercy.
He gripped my hips as if his life depended on it, pounding my ass
with his pelvis and generating shockwaves of pleasure throughout my
body.  

I felt it coming again. I gave in and
cried out, riding the wave of a second and even more powerful
orgasm. He slowed his motions to allow me full access to his
penetration, hugging his cock with my pussy while I came down from
the clouds. I was in utter disbelief at his ability, and wanted to
reward him properly.

I shuffled forward and turned around,
remaining on my knees. I faced his cock and swallowed it, revolving
my tongue around the head and spitting on the shaft like I was
auditioning for a role in a porn film. I could feel the veins in
his base thickening, rapidly approaching his own climax. I wanted
to taste everything he had to offer. I combined my mouth and hand
into one fluid motion, hoping to send him over the edge.
 

His vocal outburst was my
only warning. He growled and snarled as his cock began to twitch
violently in my mouth, and his hole erupted at the back of my
throat, a sharpshooting of his man juice that might as well have
produced an exit wound. I held my grip on the base of his cock
while he continued to spurt and spasm, sucking down every drop like
I was drowning and his balls contained oxygen. When he finally came
to a rest, I licked my lips savoring the very last drop of his seed
and ran my tongue across my chin.

I lay down on the bed next to him,
completely spent. I had no idea what I had been looking for when I
first came to the show tonight, but he had the answer and gave it
to me in droves. Nothing else crossed my mind during our afterglow
period, I was in utter bliss.

“
I’m glad you decided to
come.”

Ryan’s deep, manly voice reverberated
through the room, jarring me out of a peaceful silence and making
me realize we had not exchanged a single word since I first entered
his room. Jesus, that was hot.

He sat up, leaning to his left and
peering down at my body.  “You . . . fit the role perfectly.
 Exactly what I thought when I laid eyes on you.”

I blinked. “Am I that
predictable?”

He squeezed my hand and stood up from
the bed, his limp but still impressive cock flapping against his
thigh. “Don’t misunderstand, love. I was hoping that sort of beast
existed somewhere inside you. It’s what I sensed when I saw you
from the stage. I’m willing to bet you have never explored that
side of you, yes? Giving yourself over to whom is, more or less, a
complete stranger?”

He was pouring my favorite wine into
both glasses. I suddenly felt the room shrinking in on me and the
desire to cover up as I was still completely nude. “I’m not a
whore. I don’t just jump into anyone’s bed, if that’s what you were
expecting.”

He set one glass down on
the nightstand closest to me and kept one for himself.  “Min,
that’s not anything close to what I was implying. You have the
sexual energy of a goddess, and everything that I said to you in
your car
before
you made the decision to meet me here, is true. If I wanted
to take some random fan back to my room, I could have easily yanked
any woman from the front row, given them a key, and sent them on
their way as soon as we were both spent.”

I reached for the wine, taking a sip.
“You make it sound like that sort of thing has happened
before.”

He sat back down on the bed and
stroked my hair. “No, fangirls bore me. I was drawn to you because
of who you are, also because of the fact that you had never heard
of us before tonight . . . and the fact that you liked it, that
definitely helped.”

I was focused on Ryan’s forehead. His
eyebrows pointed upward, a comical expression as he stood naked
inches away from me while drinking wine.

“
I,” I started. “I felt
you before we even met. It was like you could sense me while you
were playing. I felt a raw feeling. I wanted you before you almost
knocked me over in the hallway. Is that how you felt?”

He took my chin in his palm. “I told
you. I felt a special energy between us when I first made eye
contact with you. Call it whatever you want . . . karma, fate,
luck. Whatever it is, I’m so stoked we played here tonight. If not,
I wouldn’t be with you at this very moment.”

I blushed in agreement. Once again, I
was transported back into teenager mode. Minutes ago, he had been
pillaging and conquering my insides like he owned me, and now he
was stroking my face like a new pet. What was his plan?

“
Ryan, I . . . holy shit,
what time is it?! I have to—“

His arms seized my shoulders without
warning and he planted another deep kiss on my lips, reigniting the
blaze inside me. “No, you don’t have to go anywhere. This room and
bed is big enough for both of us, and I don’t want you to go. You
are going to sleep here tonight, wrapped in my arms until we wake
up. And I may just have to fuck you again in the morning. Until
then, you and I can both recover . . . you can tell me more about
you and your rounds at hospital. I want to hear all about your
life, dreams, and ambitions.”

I opened my mouth to protest, and
realized quickly I had nothing to say. Ryan had not only defeated
my body, he had enslaved my brain as well. I had given every inch
of me over to him in the last hour, and still felt the need to
share more.