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"Are you nervous?" I whisper, once we're backstage. I'm trying not to stare at her, except it's really hard not to when she's looking like nineteen fifties glam, like she just stepped off the set of an old movie. It was on purpose, her mother's idea to channel a time characterized by wholesome American values, a reaction to the fact that we went running off together on a road trip. A few people uploaded videos of Addy singing at the bar, and they went viral.

Our parents went ballistic -- not because of me and Addy, though. I don't think she suspects us of anything like...well, having sex on the beach. The Wicked Bitch and the Colonel were angry, accused us of being rebellious teenagers "playing hooky." Hooky from what, I'm not sure. But there was no hint that anything else was happening other than Addy dragging her bodyguard to the beach for a little friendly fun.

"No," Addy says, as I escort her to her dressing room. I'm careful not to touch her on the small of the back, the way that I want to in the middle of all of these people. The backstage area is crowded with performers, workers for the show who bustle about, weaving and winding through the stars, taking purposeful steps. People say hello to Addy, squealing and air-kissing her. She doesn't seem nervous at all. She seems calm, and that makes me happy. I know crowds make her anxious, but she's not even doing her regular counting thing.

Inside the dressing room, she kisses me as soon as I close the door, her arms around my neck. "Careful, Addy-girl," I warn. "Unless you want me to fuck you right here in your dressing room before your performance. Is that what you want?"

"Mhmm," she murmurs. "That's what you should do. It's good luck, you know."

"Oh, is it, now?" I back her up against the wall. "I wouldn't want to ruin this dress."

"No," she says, her voice soft as she looks up at me. "It's from the designer. I'm pretty sure it costs as much as a car."

"So I should be gentle, then," I say. But the last thing I'm about to do is be gentle with her.

"I hope not," she says. "I'd be disappointed if you were." Then she reaches for my pants. "I really like you in a tux, you know."

"I'd rather be out of it," I say. "But not yet."

"Are you going to make me beg for it?" Addy asks, feigning disappointment and giving me an exaggerated sigh.

"Isn't it better when you tell me exactly how much you want it?" I ask, sliding down to my knees in front of her, pulling up the edges of the gown and placing my hands on her ankles. I want to rip this dress off her and take her right now, but that's what she wants me to do too, so I'll make her wait. At least for that much.

"Hendrix," she says softly. "I want you inside me."

"I'm going to be inside you," I say. "After I lick that sweet pussy of yours until I'm satisfied. Tell me that's what you want me to do. Tell me you want my tongue on you, licking and sucking, your clit in my mouth, until you come on my face." I slide my hands up the inside of her legs, pushing the fabric of her dress up until it's over my head and it falls over the top of me. "Tell me."

Underneath her dress, her scent is intoxicating. I don't know what it is about her, but I could keep my face buried between her legs all the time and be a happy man. I can't get enough of her.

"I want you to touch me," she says, and as I reach between her legs, lightly grazing her pussy lips with the tips of my fingers, she moans. My cock is rigid against the fabric of my tuxedo pants at the mere act of touching her, and I want nothing more than to plunge myself deeply inside of her tight pussy. But I wait.

"What else?" I ask. I want her to tell me what she wants. I like to hear her speak the words.

"I want you to lick me," she says, so I touch my tongue gently to her, licking the length of her, pressing my tongue against her clit, sucking it into my mouth as she makes little moaning sounds. Being between her legs like this is my idea of heaven, I think, as I slip my fingers inside her and she moans louder. I'm stroking her, bringing her higher and higher until she's urging me on, commanding me.

"Fuck me," she begs. "I'm so ready."

"Come on my face, first," I order.

"Shit, Hendrix, I'm going to – oh, holy shit!" I fuck her harder with my fingers, feeling her pussy muscles squeeze around me as she begins to orgasm. Then she smacks the back of my head.

"Oh, yeah, you like that," I say.

"Hendrix!" She's coming on my fingers, smacking my head underneath her dress and I'm groaning, telling her how much I want to put my cock in her. "Get up!"

"Hendrix!"

I stop cold, my blood practically turning to ice in my veins, fingers paused inside her, unmoving, feeling Addy throb around me.

That was definitely not Addy's voice.