“It’s kinda creepy,” Kathy says, staring at him. He grins vacantly back at her. 

“Don’t be like that,” he says cajolingly. “I can’t help staring at cute girls.”

Kathy giggles, and my hackles on the back of my neck rise. Hold on, why is he flirting with my best friend? He should be flirting with me!

I grab his arm possessively. “You looked really good up there on stage tonight,” I say. Which is the truth, but I’ll admit it – I am telling him because I want him paying attention to me. 

He looks up at me with soulful eyes and whispers, “You look good every night.” I try not to roll my eyes. It’s a pretty OTT thing to say and I know that he doesn’t mean it, his drugged-up mind is saying it, but a tiny part of me gets a little shiver of delight at his words.

I didn’t realize I was such a sucker for cheesy lines until now. Or maybe it’s just cheesy lines being said by Stone, I don’t know.

“Well, we should get going,” Ashley says loudly, pulling on Kathy’s arm, yanking her into an upright position. “Good to meet you, Stone.” She drags Kathy off over Kathy’s protestations, and I silently thank Ashley for that. I’ll have to do something amazing for her as a thank-you gift later.

“Where are they going in such a hurry?” Stone asks, staring at their retreating forms, Kathy turning back and waving at him as Ashley drags her away. She, on the other hand, is going to get coal in her Christmas stocking this year, if I have to track down a coal distributor myself.

“Oh, just had to head home,” I say lightly, waving my hand in the air dismissively. “So your pill – did you take it after the show?”

“I did!” he exclaims, surprised. “How did you know?”

“Just a guess,” I say with a naughty grin. “So Stone, whaddya say about visiting those bathrooms again tonight?”

“You have to go pee?” he asks.

“Nope, but I think you’re going to like what I do have in mind. C’mon.”

* * *

I’m still reeling from that performance. Stone, live, singing like that? I mean, I like music. I like music a lot and I’ve been to a lot of gigs. Huge concerts, intimate little performances at Chateau Marmont. But this? Stone? Singing that song, and putting my name in it, and looking at me. In a really obvious way looking at me so that everyone in that room knew that he was talking about me. Singing those lyrics to me? My heart hasn’t stopped racing since. This all feels so surreal. It's almost like I’m in a very strange, foggy dream instead of really present in this club. The dark mood lighting and eerie feel that all clubs have, it really doesn’t help with that, you know?

But after that performance Stone just gave, I’m feeling emboldened. I want to take a risk, take a chance, and take a leap down the rabbit hole and see where it leads. Doubts weren't what got me anywhere with Stone in that hotel room. That was pure going with the flow, something I almost never do because I'm a control freak in just about every aspect of my life. But being with Stone forced me to let go ... and it wasn't that bad at all.

Who am I kidding? It's the most exhilarating feeling in the world.

I couldn’t help but get coy with him for just a moment. Like, how does he not know what I’m up to right now when I tell him we’re going to the bathroom? He’s following me and his hand is in mine and I look at him … holy shit I've never seen a man so good looking. Stone's body takes my breath away. What he does to my body makes my heart beat so damn fast, I could be having a heart attack. I take his hand and pull him back to the bathrooms. I feel like there's a rising tide of fire in my veins. I'm a pretty intense gal but this feels like the boldest, most confident move I've made. I can't help but go crazy for Stone. I guess I'm letting that Guitar God thing go to my brain because I'm having a total slut moment. I drag him back to the bathrooms.

That's right, I'm going to fuck a rock star in a club bathroom. I'm thinking about the wild things we did the other night at his room at the W. I'm thinking about how he sang with every drop of soul he could in his voice, he even looked at me, sang my name ... of course my panties are so fucking wet. I need him, now, and something as simple as going somewhere else is too much to be concerned with. How could I think about anything else? I give his hand a little squeeze in mine as we work through the crowd and get to the bathrooms. I'm a little surprised that people don't seem to immediately recognize him. They aren't paying close attention or they would—but he was right. People don't expect him to be out here. I certainly didn't. I didn't expect anything about how he sang to me. I didn't expect to feel the way that I do right now, or to be able to act on it.

But we're at the bathrooms.

The big bad rock star doesn't realize until just now that after he literally serenaded me in a room full of people that I'm taking him back here to the bathrooms to have wild sex with him. He's about to get a much better picture though.

"So, Gisele,” Stone says my name slowly like he’s tasting it. I can tell by the look in his eyes that I know that he knows exactly what we’re about to do. “You had something very particular in mind?" Stone says with an almost silly grin across his handsome face. This teasing will get him everywhere with me, I know. Well, we're already clear on that though, aren't we? I mean, I can't imagine anything other than giving him everything my body can handle. Stone takes me to new places when we're together. He did before ... and the way I feel now, it makes my breathing go ragged just thinking about it.

I mean, that cock ...it's big. Beautiful. Delicious. And he knows exactly how to use it. When Stone takes my breath away, it's because that monster cock is deep in my throat or buried in my pussy ... or I'm thinking about the next time it will be.

I look at him and I’m grinning widely too. How can I not with that smile? "Well, I didn't need an escort to go pee," I say, unable to suppress a giggle. It seems so strange to me, to be able to be coy like this and also have so much sexual tension coursing through my veins. He's such an animal during sex, yet he's this sweet fun, guy.

"I guess not." Stone's eyes take mine in as I pull him into a stall. There's a lusty gaze in his eyes that I recognize from before, and I’m thrilled because that experience with him in his hotel room was like nothing I had ever experienced before in my life. I don’t know what exactly is going on in that head of his, but I know that I want to follow wherever his dirty mind leads. "You want me to fuck you, beautiful girl?" Stone presses my back into the wall of this stall. We're in the last one so we have a wall and not just the stall walls to contend with.

Sure, Stone has cheesy lines. And calling me beautiful like this may also be cheesy. But after how he sang tonight, singing a song with my name in it, looking at me, coming into the crowd and hanging out with me? I want all the cheesiness that I can handle. Stone has me totally hung up on him in the worst way. Or is it the best? The thrill running through me now says that it's the best way to feel.

"Yeah, Stone," I say. I feel my eyelids get heavy, lust pulling me under. My lips part slightly and I'm hyper aware of my breathing. If Stone is an animal in bed, then I become his prey. I can feel desire completely taking over every cell in my body. I'm aching for his touch. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard, right here in this bathroom stall in this club."

"Right after I just sang for you, huh?" he says, every bit as smug as he can manage.

I lift my hands up and wrap them around his neck. He hikes up my dress to get access to me. I hitch my leg up some to help him. I can't wait another second longer to have Stone deep in my pussy. If he doesn't want to tease me like he did before, I have to seize the moment because my body is on fire for him.

Moaning, I shut my eyes in anticipation, blinking them back open because I don't want to miss a thing.

Taking in the sensual view of Stone touching my pussy just enough to make me tremble, I see Stone rub his knuckles over my panties. Tantalizingly slow, he brushes against my sensitive folds. Arousal blooms wet on the cotton fabric, betraying just how much of an effect he's having on me. I crave his touch. Propriety and reason have no say in this moment. I'm aching for his touch and Stone knows this. I'm sucking in my lower lip and he's smiling wider by the second. My mouth goes dry and I start to pant, and still he just runs his knuckles over my pussy. I'm shaking with need and he's taking the slow train to fuck me town. But after the animal he unleashed before, when we fucked in the hotel? I'm resisting the urge to beg for two reasons. One, I don't want to poke the bear. I don't want further torment him should he slow his roll even further because of my insistence. Two, I trust that Stone has a high-level degree in the art, the business, and the science of how to fuck me in the most satisfying, heart-racing, blood-pumping way. Stone knows exactly why he's doing this to me, and I trust his teasing to lead to exactly what I want.

Stone takes his hand away and runs his knuckles under his nose. "I can't wait any longer to be deep in that pussy. You smell like heaven, Gisele," Stone says, and he licks his knuckles. "I'm going to own that pussy. I'm going to fuck you so hard you wanna scream, and you're going to bury your face in me so that I can feel your whole body vibrate while I dive into you." The way he says those naughty words, looking me right in the eyes, melts me right on the spot. I'm so fucking wet for him and I need everything he's offering.

Licking my lips, I nod in acquiescence and excitement. Stone's wicked mind could endlessly surprise me. I never know what filthy thing is on his mind. And that fucking thrills me. I'm along for whatever wicked ride he puts on the table.

Or the bathroom stall, as it were. I would fuck Stone anywhere. At this point, if we hadn't made it to the bathroom yet, I would've pulled my panties to the side and bent over in front of him on the dance floor. That's how badly I need his cock in my pussy.

Tasting his skin while he fucks me is a kind of primal delight. And Stone is right when he says vibrate. When that massive cock bottoms out into my pussy and his balls are slapping against my ass, my pussy is going to strangle his cock and my whole body will shake. Screaming against his skin, the salt of his sweat and the masculine musk of his body on my tongue? My mouth is watering at the idea. I need to taste his sweat. I need to feel his cock take over every inch of my pussy. I need to scream against his skin and let every shiver lead to him fucking me deeper.

Stone tears my panties off, wadding them up into a ball and shoving them down his pants pocket. He undoes his pants, and brings that massive fuck rod right up to my pussy and strokes my slippery folds with it. The teasing makes me moan. Makes me want to beg.

I can't take it any longer. I want to beg. My lower lip trembles and I look at him. His eyes are full of desire and he slides his cock between my folds. 

I cry out at the sensation of his throbbing hot cock sinking into my pussy. I rock my hips and take him deeper. Stone's hands dig into my hips, clutching me and pulling me down on him with an instant ferocity, his own need matching mine. We're groaning, sighing, bouncing off each other. Every delicious slide of his cock deep into my pussy brings us higher and higher toward the most incredible sensations that I've ever experienced. His massive cock fills up every inch in a way that nothing else could. I'm shivering and trembling and taking every inch, and he keeps fucking harder and deeper into me. He's slamming that huge cock up in my pussy so hard that we both shudder with delight at the ecstasy of him hitting me so deep. My pussy swallows up every inch of that massive, incredible cock, though. Every second he goes deeper in me, the pleasure expands between us. We're hot, sweating bodies slamming into each other. Nothing else exists in the world, just the two of us. My whole body feels like an extension of my pussy, made to take his cock again and again.

"Fuck!" I cry out when the intensity builds such an erotic pressure in me that I feel might burst.

Stone slams me hard into the wall and his cock fucks all the way up inside me again. With the wall between us, there's absolutely no give and I'm taking his cock even more hard and raw. I almost curse again, but my lips are quivering from the intensity of all the stimuli. I have to try to breathe, because it isn’t coming easy right now. My eyes are rolling back in my head and I feel like I'm high on some kind of drug at this point. That's how good his dick is! I'm taking it and he keeps giving it and I'm dizzy, sweating, burning up inside for him.

I feel every inch of that magic cock piping inside my pussy and watching me stretch around him to accommodate the massive girth. His cock is a challenge I’m happy to swallow up. My eyes roll back in my head. I groan. His fingers sink deeper into my flesh and squeeze around my neck. I shake around him and feel I already need to scream out from the ecstasy of his cock. I'm trying to be a good girl for him, and I press my mouth against his neck. I lick a long stroke up his sexy skin, tasting him, and then I scream the inevitable shout against his skin. I'm trembling all over him, the fury of my shout against his neck matching the shaking of my pussy around him.

And then suddenly what does he do? Oh my God, Stone is the best and worst tease all at once. He drives me to this point ... and takes it all away.

I can't believe this! 

Well, I can. I whimper and moan with need that he can do such a thing.

He pulls that heavenly cock out of me. I pull my hands down to scramble down his back and shove his cock back inside me, my instant reaction, because I need him. How can he tease me like this? I was being so good. I didn't want to incite his devilish teasing. But it's unavoidable! He's such a damn tease. And goddamn despite myself I love every second of his erotic torture.

"Stone!" I whimper out. I don't care how pathetic I sound. I'm shaking, trembling with need. He's holding me still or I might fall over. I have to beg, even though reason would've told me not to. If I beg, he might make me wait longer. But I'm not thinking that right now because I'm driven with the singular need to have his cock back in me.

Stone looks at me with that smug confidence that melts me and makes me crazy all at once. "I don't want come in that magic fucking pussy yet. Look at what you've already done to my cock," Stone teases me more. I look down his body and see that his gorgeous cock is covered in my creamy arousal. I let go and I pull open the door, even thought I'm sure there are other people in the bathroom. I don't care.

I'm sucking his cock and I'm not doing it in a stall. Like the handicapped stall might be free but like someone needs that stall for more pressing reasons I'm not getting in their way, you know? I'm grateful that floor in this bathroom is pretty damn clean because I drop down to my knees and suck his cock so deep down my throat I gag a little against it. I keep swallowing. I'm a girl on a fucking mission.

"Damn, teasing you is dangerous, Gisele," Stone groans. He angles his hips and thrusts his cock deep in my throat. Yeah, he's not fucking concerned. He brings a hand to cup my chin. Kinda sweet. Sweet as sucking a rock star's cock in a bathroom can be. I'm crazy for doing this, but I'm crazy about doing this, too. It just washes over my body, the urge to devour his cock, and I continue bobbing up and down, and swallow. 

He wants to tease? I'm going to torture. I won't even deny him anything. I'll let him, and he can cum right down my throat. Our juices mix and I taste his precum with my own arousal and I'm so fucking wet just thinking about it. The salty sweet taste of us together makes me moan. That moan shoots a thrill through Stone's throbbing cock. Stone squeezes my hair, fisting a big handful and groaning. Mister in control is in my hands ... and my mouth and throat right now. Stone's at my mercy right now. Because no way he's not going to rocket a hot load down my throat.

Well, of course, I had to go and think that. Because you know what he does now?

Yes, he pulls his cock out of my throat with a loud wet popping sound through the air. He lifts me up and pulls me down on his cock and while we start toward the stall, he seems to give up that idea and instantly he has me against the wall. I pull my legs up high as I can. If he's going to keep taking that cock away, I'm going to take him as deep as I can while I still have the chance. I clamp down on his cock with my pussy. I'm dripping down my thighs. Shaking. I bite my lips and groan.

Licking my lips, I savor the taste of him while he fucks me, in, out, he's keeping me on his cock and bouncing me up and down with a loud slapping sound. I hear a gasp in the background ... someone saw us. But I don't care. Much.

"We need," I pant out. I'm trying to say more but I can't form words

"Yes?" Stone says, and he's laughing and already walking and carrying us both back to our stall.

I hear a few giggles, but like hey, I'm getting mine and I don't really give a shit. Can you blame me? Stone's cock is like a magic wand made for fucking. Like, he's great on stage, but he's even better at performing when he's inside of me.

That equally magic mouth of his closes over mine. Our kiss crashes together, and I can feel him smile while his lips are over mine.

Can he read my thoughts? The way he kisses me makes me feel like he's some kind of robot programmed for my absolute pleasure. He seems to know every single way to touch me to make me fall apart around him. His cock is pulsing inside me, so hard and making my eyes roll back in my head. His tongue over mine is sensual I could just cry. Fuck Stone feels so good. I'm close to being totally overloaded by the sheer ecstasy of his touch, but I'm going to savor every moment of this until I can't take it anymore. Then I'm going to suck it up and continue having the time of my life.

Sucking him up. I love tasting my pussy on Stone's cock. Every inch of him covered in every drop of me? There's almost something poetic in that, if not just totally sensual. I hate to be the one to tell Stone how to do his job, but maybe his song needs another verse and the sweet needs of something filthy in it.

I can't compose more music right now. I can't fathom any level of composure. I break our kiss, gasping for air and panting at his cock sliding in and out of my soaking pussy. A low moan escapes my lips but I dive against his collarbone and cry out against it. Stone shivers and pulls me closer, and the feel of his jutting cock shivering inside of me makes me clamp a vise grip down on his cock.

"Fuck, I can't decide how I want to die," Stone growls in a low voice that makes my nipples tingle just hearing it. "Fucking your face while that throat holds me in tight, or your pussy strangling the life out of my cock. Either way sounds perfect."

"I think you're forgetting a third option," I say before I realize what I'm saying. What? I'm spurned on our desire and I'm over here purring something totally lurid into his skin. Oh, we both know what I mean by that.

Yes. I'm the girl who just asked the doped up (un-doped?) rock star to fuck my ass in a public restroom in a club, which he just performed in. I gotta say, I regret nothing.

Stone grabs my chin and pushes it up so that I'm looking him in the eye. There's a wild, pure joy in his eyes. "Ya mean...?" Stone trails off.

"Big bad rock star," I say and inhale, exhale, riding the rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of me so deep and so hard and so far. "You can't say that I want you to fuck my ass if you want to die fucking me? Give me a real run for my money, right here, right now," I say. I don't know where I just found the motherfucking gumption to say that, but the truth is, I'm proud.

I'm not sure I've ever done anything this hot before.

"I don't have any lube though, Gisele, and I don't want to hurt you," Stone says, gripping my upper arms and looking in my eyes.

I wiggle on his cock. "Babe, you feel how slippery my pussy is right now? You can slide right in my ass right now."

"Oooh girl get it!" A lady exclaims inside the bathroom and I bust out laughing.

"You don't want to disappoint an audience, do you?" I say with a laugh even though I feel my face heat up. Yeah, I'm kind of embarrassed. But kind of proud. I've never done anything so daring before. Something so hot...

Stone laughs. A real, hearty laugh that makes his six pack abs glisten in front of me and makes his cock jump a little inside me. I could get used to this sensation. But, of course, I'm not going to, because now we have a very naughty plan underway.

"I'm about to leave that pretty pussy," Stone purrs, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. How he mixes that very sweet act with him pulling his cock out and then pressing right at the tight ring of my ass? I don't know. It all comes off as sweet, somehow, but I try not to let myself ponder it too much. I'm here for the ride, I tell myself. I mean, I'm more exhilarated than I've ever been in my life. But I can't let myself read too much into this. Nothing says I'm nothing more than some kind of groupie slut than fucking him in a club bathroom, right?

Okay, this is so not the reaction I wanted to have.

Stone must've noticed the shift, because he stops from pushing his cock up my ass and looks me in the eyes, holding my face up so that our eyes meet. "You okay?" he asks. And there's nothing cocky or joking in the way Stone asks. I believe that he cares and wants an honest answer.

So why can't I just give him one and tell him that I'm so conflicted? I need to push these thoughts out of my mind. "I'm fine. Fuck my ass, Stone, right here in this club bathroom," I say, my voice getting husky with lust when I think about what we're about to do.

"Okay, Gisele, you don't have to tell me again," Stone says with a half grin. He pulls me up again, pressing his cock at the ring of my ass and shaking between my thighs, holding my ass up at just the right angle. His cock is still soaked with my arousal and it's more than enough for a slick entry into my ass. I groan out an inhuman sound of need and desire. Why on earth did I want this enormous pole impaling my ass of all things, and not even lying down, but in a bathroom and standing up?

Oh, that's right.

Because this heavenly cock is filling me up so good that I can't see straight.

Having him down my throat is delicious. Having his cock buried in my pussy is unholy good. But his massive monster of a cock rammed all the way up my ass like it is now is pure sinful nirvana. I've never felt so full in my life. So aroused. He pumps into my ass and I'm already shaking with an intense orgasm.

"I've got you, Gisele," Stone says, that tenderness breaking in his voice. I'm glad to hear it, and not just because it makes my clit twitch when Stone says my name. Because I'm coming, hard, and I can't hold myself up, even with the assist of the wall. I'm gasping for air and my whole body is quaking through the erupting orgasm. I'm having such an intense orgasm that my thighs and our stomachs are drenched in my cum. Soaking wet, dripping, sticky arousal floods all over us, and I'm ready to scream. I remember the taste of him and I sink my teeth into his shoulder. I'm groaning, whimpering, shuddering around him. His arms are wrapped around me in a bear hug and his hips are fucking up in my ass so damn good I'm dizzy.

"I've got you," Stone repeats. I hear him say it several times. I'm floating, falling through the heady sensations of the orgasm overtaking my body. He keeps fucking me and I keep gushing cum all over us. My ass is milking his cock and he's still rock hard inside me. When he does come, this watercolor sunset of an orgasm riding through me is just going to blend together. I see rainbows and sunlight behind my eyes, my whole body trembles. I'm hyper aware of how close we are and how hot we are and I'm unable to breathe for a few seconds. The intensity is dialed up to eleven. How did we get here? "Oh God," I groan against him and keep riding him, my hips lazily joining his intense exertions fucking up my ass.

"Death by Gisele's ass is the best fucking way to go," Stone says, his lips kissing my forehead.

It's so tender, and every sensation I'm already feeling has me on overload, I almost feel like I'm going to cry. I take a deep breath and push away that feeling. "You feel so amazing," I manage to say instead.

Stone's thumb strokes my cheek. "You do," he says. His voice is low. "I'm going to fill your gorgeous ass up with my cum. You're going walk out of here loaded up with everything my cock has to offer. Only you and I will know what a hot secret that'll be," he says, and he sucks in his lower lip and captures it with his teeth. I'm stilling rolling through fields of the endless orgasmic sensations that his cock in my ass seems to put on repeat, but watching him come undone is making me shake harder. I thought him singing my name was sensual? I feel his balls load up against my ass and his cock go from rock hard, to steel hard, to hot titanium, and I'm stunned. Hot, thick loads of his cum shoot deep inside me. The raw, primal sensation of him coming in my ass is so erotic. But his face is the most sensual, beautiful, incredible thing I've ever seen. Stone is practically etched with visual poetry, the way his face contorts in pleasure at the massive orgasm he unloads in my ass.

Stone's eyes capture mine, and hands dig into my back. He growls, loud, a roaring sound for a thundering orgasm that he's pounding into me. I'm falling apart around him and he's nearly emptied his balls into me. Without his death grip holding me up, I'd flop onto the floor like a pile of limbs.

When he's finally coming down from his own intense orgasm, he pulls his cock out. I gasp loudly when I'm empty ... well, his cock is gone but my ass is so full of his cum, I guess I couldn't exactly call me empty. Stone yanks my dress down and pulls me against him, holding me. "You okay, Gisele?" he asks me.

I'm trembling in the aftershocks of our incredible adventure here. Holy fucking hell, I can't believe what we just did. I can't believe how hard I came. I can't believe how much he came inside my ass. I can't believe how goddamn sexy he looked unloading in my ass. Or how hot the way he held onto me before and is holding onto me now is.

"You okay?" Stone repeats.

I snap back to reality. He asked me that already. Guess I should respond instead of dozing off into la la land thinking about his magic cock and the never-ending orgasms.

"Oh, yeah," I say. My eyes go wide. "That was incredible," I say with a small laugh.

"Yeah, I've never fucked like this in my life. You do something to me, Gisele. Something you are welcome to do any time." Stone flashes that wide grin that makes me feel like I have legs made of jelly all over again. I straighten out my dress as best as I can. My thighs are sticky, my pussy is aching so good from use, and my ass is so full of Stone's cum I may weigh an extra pound with it inside of me.