He carries me whimpering in his arms to the bed, and launches me onto it. Bouncing, I laugh, but when I look over at where he’s taking off his shirt, my smile fades, replaced with hunger. His chest is so sinewy and muscular, hard knots of skin chiseled into the shape of a man.

A tribal tattoo covers his right shoulder, and I stare at the sharp, bold, black lines of it, wondering when he got it. It’s not in any pictures I’ve seen taken of him onstage.

Unbuttoning his pants slowly, he gives a swift jerk of his chin, staring at my chest. “Show them to me.”

My belly warms and tenses up, and I rise up on my knees to slide off the top of my dress, our eyes locked on each other. He looks down as my breasts fall freely, and his lips part with desire. I’ve never felt so turned on by my breasts before, but the way he’s looking at them has them tingling, the nipples tightening into dusky crests.

“Touch them,” he groans, pulling out his cock to stroke it.

I stare at it, excited by his shamelessness, feeling the space between my thighs ache. I cup my breasts in my hands and massage them for him, watching him pull up and down on his shaft. “Come here,” he says with a low rasp. “But pull off your dress first.”

Quickly, I obey, tugging it over my hips and tossing it aside. With my eyes on the crimson tip poking out and disappearing from between his fingers and thumb, I crawl over on all fours on the bed, my breasts falling naturally, the nipples hard and eager.

“Wrap your lips around and taste me.”

“Oh,” I sigh, feeling myself gushing at the words, so wet. I hesitate, unsure of myself. He’s been with so many women. I’m not good at this aspect of sex. I’ve only done it with Leon, and he was so unsexy as to be ridiculous. It was never any fun. Not like this. “I’ve never done that, Alec,” I lie. “But I want to. Can you teach me?”

The left corner of his mouth tugs up. “Grab the base, like this.” I rise up, kneeling in front of him and staring at his beautiful manhood. Glancing up at him, I wrap my hand over his. He guides me, like when you stand on someone’s shoes to learn how to dance. My hand on his goes up and down with how he likes it, as his low voice instructs, “Firm and slow. All the way up. All the way down. The tip is sensitive, so less pressure there. Then tight around the base. Give that a good tug on your way up. Yeah, just like that. You’ve got it. That feels so good.” He closes his eyes, and I look up at his chest, tracing the lines of it with my gaze. The thin trail of curly hair leading from his belly button down is fascinating to me. I touch it with my fingertips, and he moans, eyes still closed. The way his neck stretches under the pleasure I’m giving him is such a power rush. He’s under my control right now. In this moment as I tug on the thickness of his shaft, he is under my spell. It’s such a turn-on that without further need of instruction I lean in and take him into my mouth, following his moans and my instincts. He guides me to go slowly and I suck on him, enjoying the feel of him filling up my mouth. I tongue the tip and he gives the most guttural growl I’ve ever heard. I’m bent over. My ass is in the air and I’m aching so badly for him to touch me. But that feeling is coming from the power of this. From making him tense and shake as he tries to hold back an orgasm. “Stop! Stop, Rue. Hold on. Oh God,” he gasps, pulling away from my mouth. With my open mouth I reach for it again. He chuckles and smiles down at me as he holds my head away. “Quick learner.”

“More!”

His eyebrows rise and he laughs, reaching to push me back on the bed. “Later. I want to fuck you now.”

“Oh my God,” I moan as he crawls on top of me on all fours. I’m staring at him in pure awe. The way his chest moves. The way his shoulders edge out with muscle and bone. The way he’s looking at me like there’s no one else in the world but me for him. This thought sends a shiver through my body. Suddenly, I’m very, very aware that I don’t want this to end.

“Hey.” He dips and takes my outstretched tongue in his mouth, gently sucking. He releases it and looks into my eyes. From the look on his face, he’s very pleased with my first lesson. A smirk that’s tugging at the corner of his mouth again makes me smile, too. I reach up and touch it, feel a light roughness from the nearby stubble against the edge of my finger.

“I love how your smile is crooked.”

“Crooked?” he laughs. “That doesn’t sound good.”

I press my body into him and kiss him. “I love it.”

The intent in his eyes shifts, and he says, quietly, “As long as you like it… His fingers slide down my stomach, over my belly button, and down over the cropped public hair where he rubs my mound in slow circles. “I noticed at the door. I like this. No panties.”

“I ditched them in a bathroom at the club when I was feeling confined.” He laughs, slipping two of his fingers inside me so quickly that I gasp. I was so in need of being touched that I’m moaning within seconds, and he’s very much enjoying taking back the power, and watching me. My breath quickens as his talented fingers massage, then penetrate, then come out to circle my bean, flicking one of its sides as the burn pools out from his touch.

“Please keep doing that.”

“I wasn’t going to stop.” He thrusts his middle finger inside me and I cry out. Leaning down, he holds me hostage, sucking on my neck.

There’s this moment before an orgasm, where it’s approaching and I’m afraid it won’t arrive, so I strain for it, reaching and making it slip away in the process. He won’t let me do that. He’s got me pinned so I have to just take it. I have no choice but to receive the pleasure and feel the build.

Hoarsely, he whispers into my ear, cupping me and vibrating his hand, “This is mine. I don’t want anyone else knowing how you sound when you cum.” A burning heat makes the whole world disappear, and I cry out in ecstasy. “That’s it. Let it all go.”

I grab onto him, my nails gouged into the muscles of his back as I push my breasts into his skin, feeling the orgasm ripping me apart. I start to scream. He pulls up on me, pressing his hand firmly into my skin. My thighs clamp his arm and the release continues as I rub against him.

Every inhibition I’ve ever known vanishes.

Every fear.

It’s all gone.

I have never known this feeling before. I’ve only heard about orgasms like this.

There will never be a day where I don’t long for his touch. I know that now.

I am his.