I close my eyes, her presence and sweet smell filling the space instantly with peace. I listen while she removes her stage clothing and then peels back the covers, sliding into the bed next to me completely naked and wrapping her arms around me tightly.
“Hi Dallas.”
Chapter 26 – Paloma
“Are you alright?” Dallas asks, his fingers trail over my smooth brown skin sending goosebumps tingling all over my exposed body.
I was riding the adrenaline of another sold-out concert and desperately wanting him to be on top and inside of me but I know that we need to have a serious discussion first. I could tell that what happened during the concert rattled him, and though I’d be lying if I said it didn’t scare me too, this wasn’t the first time that my fans had gotten rowdy and thrown something towards the stage, accidentally hitting me in the process. It was unfortunately part of the job.
“I’m fine. Areyoualright?”
He shakes his head, “This isn’t about me. It was selfish for me to react that way, but I wanted to kill that guy for hurting you.”
“It really didn’t hurt. Just shocked me more than anything.”
“He deserved worse than what I did to him.”
I look up at him and stroke his face gently, moving towards his eyebrows and rubbing at the tension that’s formed there. Hisbrown eyes are full of concern as he stares at me, his hands expertly examining every part of my chest as if he’s checking for injuries.
“I’ve never had someone protect me in that way. Sure, I’ve had plenty of body guards over the years, but they’re doing a job. Focused on security as part of their gig. Having you there felt like I actually had someone concerned for more than a paycheck. I liked it. A lot.”
“I’ll do a lot worse if you’ll let me,” he rasps out. “But you deserve someone who can control their temper better. I’m not going to hurt your career with my possessiveness and protectiveness towards you, Paloma. I was kicked out tonight because I crossed a line, and I can’t say I wouldn’t do it again.”
I shake my head. “I know you’d never do anything to hurt my career.”
I shift my body, attempting to coax his hips to move on top of me. He flips over, straddling my legs before easing me to roll onto my stomach and pinning me to the bed with one of his large hands pressed firmly in the middle of my back.
I hear the unzip of his jeans and then feel the wide tip of his warm, soft cock stroke down between my ass cheeks and over my slit.
“Gonna take you so hard in this bed that you can’t walk straight tomorrow. So, when you’re dancing around on stage performing, each movement makes you think of me. Yeah?”
“Yesss…” I hiss out, needing this badly.
I look over my shoulder, watching as he strokes his wide shaft in one hand, his other dancing between my wet folds and finding my clit from behind.
“Brace yourself,” he warns and then in one long, firm thrust, he pushes into me with a grunt, forcing me to rock forward in the cramped, tour bus bed.
My body instinctively clenches down as he pulls all of the way out and forcefully presses back in again.
“You’re so incredible, Paloma,” he praises, “Seeing you perform, watching you be in your element is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I was quickly realizing that if I had a kink, it’d be a praise one and not just from anyone, but from Dallas. The words of adoration on his lips cause my body to fill with desire and I hum in pleasure as he presses in again.
“I’ve always loved performing, but knowing you were watching made tonight even better.”
“I’ll watch every single one of your concerts from now on. Even if we aren’t together physically, I’ll be watching.”
I attempt to push up on to my knees, but he presses me back down into the bed firmly. “There’s not enough room in this bed and my knees are too old for you to move like that. Plus, I want this to last, and your hot, tight cunt is not making that easy for me.”
I ease down onto my stomach, his hands reaching around and circling my clit firmly as he thrusts into me over and over again. I wasn’t sure if my band mates had joined the bus yet but wouldn’t even care if they had and were hearing the loud noises I was making. I wanted everyone to know what we were doing.
Add voyeurism to the list of kinks.
“You’re my girl, Paloma. You know that, right?”
I nod my head breathlessly as he grips my hips again, pushing in punishingly while whispering words of praise repeatedly into my ear.
“Tell me where you want me to come.”
