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  He took my leg by my ankle and raised it into the air, pointing my toes to the ceiling while appraising my leg like he had just excavated it from an ancient burial ground. He ran his fingers across my calf, massaging the muscle as if he were kneading dough. He gently kissed it as he spread my left leg apart from the right and eyeing up the space between my legs. I propped myself up on my elbows in quick attempt to grab his face and bring it closer to mine, but he just as quickly took his face from my grip. Kneeling on the bed, he ran his palm across my corset again, palming the outlines of my tits. I looked down at his package, the outline of his shaft begging to be set free from his shorts. I took one hand and began tugging at his underwear, but he grabbed my hand and set it back at my side.

  His fingers began to unhook each link on my corset, one by one. If this was any other time I would have asked if he had a lot of experience performing such a ritual, but I refuse to kill the mood. My last hook finally free, he parted the corset open, exposing my chest and stomach. With his tongue he teased the imprint of the corset as it left marks all across my torso, exploring the whole surface as he reached for yet another handful of hair. He brought his tongue back up to my chin, down my neck, and across my right breast. His other hand joined in and encircled both of my tits in unison, somehow arousing my nipples even more. I moaned in pleasure feeling the nubs of his fingers drawing circles around my nipples.

  He once again sprawled me across the bed, this time closer to the headboard. I could have cried, he was so fucking good at this. His tongue went rogue, escaping my mouth via the path my neck made for it and found my left breast. For how violated my breast feel he must be obsessed with them. He flicked his tongue like a snake, forcing my back to arch. Clenching my nipple with his teeth, I flinched at the pain. He mimicked this with my other nipple, paying equal attention to the underside of my tits. His other hand clawed across my thigh and squeezed my ass through my skirt. Holy fuck, this was incredible.

  I felt obligated to give him a hand. While he continued to tease and suck at my tits, I unzipped the back of my skirt. He must have heard the unzip of the zipper . . . both of his hands scratched at the skirt, wiggling it down my legs and letting it slide off my feet and drape to the floor. He moved two fingers to the inside of the line of my black panties, letting the elastic snap back against my waist. With each handful he grabbed two handfuls of underwear and yanked, unearthing my pussy that was his for the taking. He ran two fingers along my trimmed hair, sending my juices into a frenzy. I was going to die if he didn’t dive in already.

  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.

  He spoke again, “There’s no need to worry, and this is just the end of Day One . . . out of three.”

  Day 2

  Melinda

  I don’t remember when we had fallen asleep. A small glimmer of sunlight reached through the curtains that otherwise completely blacked out the bedroom of Ryan’s suite. I stirred lightly on the side of the bed closest to the window, my eyes still adjusting to being awake. I was still naked underneath the incredibly comfortable sheets, the heat of the bed kept my body warm throughout the night. My unfinished wine glass sat lonely on my nightstand, and I didn’t feel like I had any lingering ill effects from alcohol, thank god.

  Still facing the window, the mattress adjusted underneath the weight of Ryan’s body. I did not want to see if he was also awake, despite his perfo
rmance last night. I was intoxicated with his touch and I wanted more. I moved my body in reverse, thrusting my naked ass against his stomach. I kept my face turned away from him, beckoning him to take me once more.

  Without a word, I felt his hand slowly wrap around the only accessible thigh. This time he was the one taking the bait. I threw my ass into his body and reached for his neck. He grabbed my arm and tied it behind my back, forcing me to hold my pose. I wasn’t allowed the satisfaction of looking at him. He held my arm in place with one hand while his other dove beneath my legs, finding my clit as if he had never taken his hand off me the entire night. His pointer finger began to massage my hood and clit, inflating my lips and soaking my insides.

  In attempt to turn my face around he forced my head back on the pillow. I could feel his cock waking up as well, rising and twitching against the back of my legs. He shifted his weight and grinded his growing erection against my ass. I spread my legs even wider for him, inviting his hand to take hold of me from the inside. He pulled his hand back and I could hear him licking his fingers, readying them for entry.

  His two fingers first slid around my labia, his favorite spot, teasing the lips before infiltrating my pussy. I moaned aloud, struggling to break free from his grip to take hold of his engorged cock. He was not going to let it happen. He continued to press into my ass, the head of his cock occasionally skimming the surface of my asshole. His fingers worked me over; strumming at my g-spot like he was a guitarist and my body was his instrument. I was so turned on that I didn’t realize how fast he was going to make me orgasm.

  He turned up the pressure on my pussy, bringing me to a screaming fit of pleasure as I bucked against his cock. He was satisfying and teasing me all at once. When I finished climaxing, he took his fingers out of me. He was making room for something else. I felt his cock moving from my back, down and in between my legs. He brought his chest closer to my upper back, licking and biting down on the back of my neck. He kept one hand tying my hands together while he took his wide awake cock and reclaimed my pussy. I once again lost my breath in pleasure as he fucked me, an exercise in restraint as I resisted the urge to dislocate my wrists and free myself from his captivity.