The Bad Boy Wants Me

‘Britney?’ he says with an English accent.

‘Yeah,’ she says cautiously.

‘Your brother has arranged for you to meet Tinie Tempah.’

‘What?’ Britney exclaims.

‘Yup, I’m supposed to take you to him. The man has a birthday gift for you.’

‘A birthday present, for me?’ Britney repeats in astonishment.

‘If you want to come with me I’ll take you to him and bring you back.’

She turns to me. ‘Come with me?’

I shake my head and smile at her excitement. ‘You go ahead. I’ll wait for you in Cash’s dressing room.’

Smothering the squeal that threatens to escape the back of her throat, Britney clasps her hands to her face before planting a big kiss on my cheek.

‘This is the best birthday ever,’ she tells me and goes off with the man.

I am still smiling as we walk down the corridor when I spot Cash walking towards us.

‘I’ll be off then,’ Sean says. Lifting his hand in a wave, he starts walking back to where we came from.

I stand where I am, frozen, and watch Cash stride towards me. He seems so different. When he reaches me I look into his eyes and I can see that he is wired up. The performance has left him with an adrenaline high.

I feel my body responding to his. I can almost hear his heart thudding hard in his chest. There is a sheen of sweat on his face and body. His T-shirt is drenched and clinging tightly to his body and every muscle is prominently on display. His skin is tingling as if he is full of static electricity.

His eyes drop from my face to my chest. Then he takes my wrist and pulls me along the corridor until we get to a door. He kicks it open and yanks me into a small toilet. He locks the door and turns to me, breathing hard.

He grabs me by the waist and pulls me hard towards him so I slam up against his body. Then he swoops down on my mouth and fucking devours me. Eats me alive. It’s like the Fourth of July fireworks. My hands come to entwine in his dripping wet hair. I suck his tongue when he sticks it in my mouth.

‘Fuck me, Tori,’ he growls.

‘What, here?’

He shakes his head slightly.

‘I thought fucking in the toilet lost its charm after a while,’ I say.

‘When you come to me looking like this, I’ll fuck you anywhere,’ he says roughly. He pulls my skirt up so it bunches around my waist, rips my panties right off my body, and chucks them to the ground.

‘Oh,’ I gasp, aroused by the violence and urgency in his action.

He swivels me around so I am facing the cistern and my feet are planted on either side of the toilet.

‘Hands on the wall,’ he orders.

I obey immediately and hear the sound of the metal teeth of his zip, and the rustle of his clothes being hurriedly yanked down. Seconds later he pulls my ass upwards and plunges his cock all the way into me, the entire length in one single movement.

‘Oh God, Cash,’ I grunt.

Holding my hips tight he powers into me energetically. Thrusting deeper and more powerfully until it feels as if the whole bathroom stall is vibrating and shaking with his thrusts.

‘This feel good to you?’ he snarls, slamming even harder into me.

‘Yes,’ I gasp.

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ I pant.

‘You’re going to let me fuck you in the toilet again?’

‘Yes,’ I cry.

‘After every concert?’

‘Yes. Every. Concert.’

‘Good.’

‘No more groupies?’ I ask.

He doesn’t pause or still. ‘No more groupies.’

‘Only me?’

‘Only you.’

And then I find myself climaxing. It’s so powerful it stuns me. My body vibrates uncontrollably. Through the waves of ecstasy, I feel Cash’s cock grow inside me. I feel him explode and maybe I even feel his hot seed flood into me. Panting hard and with him still buried inside me, he places his hands over mine on the wall. I turn my head and he kisses me.

‘You’re a bad boy,’ I whisper.

‘You’re a dirty girl,’ he whispers back.

I smile.

Chapter Thirty-four

Tori

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9_n8jakvWU

We are all at Just Cavalli club. It is extravagant and opulent with purple neon lights and girls dressed in angel wings dancing next to metal pillars. The Alkaline party is spread over a large area, some of it flowing into an outdoor area with a huge dance floor and torches. I stand at a little cove and watch the crowd that surges around Cash everywhere he goes. Everybody wants a little piece of him. He looks at me and waves me over, but I shake my head.

‘Going to the toilet,’ I mouth, and point in the direction of the toilets.

Someone calls and he turns away from me after mouthing the words, ‘I’ll be waiting here for you.’

I turn towards the toilets and walk into Gavin.

‘Sorry,’ I apologize.

‘You’re cool,’ he says with a lazy smile.

‘That was a great performance today,’ I say.

‘Thanks. I’m very good at playing the second fiddle.’

My eyebrows rise. ‘You don’t believe that. You have just as many fans as Cash.’

He grins. ‘I suppose you’re right. I definitely have more than I can get through, anyway.’

Not sure how to react, I smile politely.

‘How are you getting on with the others?’

I scowl. ‘Not good. They seem to hate me even before I open my mouth.’

He laughs. ‘It’s not you, babe. Come on, I’ll buy you a drink and tell you how it all works in this business.’

I glance in the direction of Cash and see that he is occupied and will be for some time to come. Besides, I badly want to know what I am doing wrong and Gavin is the only one who seems to like me at all. I smile gratefully at him. ‘Thanks. I’ll really appreciate any pointers you can give me.’

We go to the bar and Gavin taps the bar.

‘Tequila OK with you?’

I nod and he orders two shots of tequila with lime and salt and two bottles of beer. We do the tequila, lime and salt thing quickly. I notice his eyes linger on my mouth when I put the lime between my lips and suck it. Then he picks up his bottle and so do I. He points to a sofa a couple have just vacated.

‘Let’s be comfortable,’ he says.

I follow him and we sit at the table. A waitress brings two more tequilas and we down them immediately.

‘Hoo,’ I exhale. ‘Tha

t’s me done.’

He grins. ‘Lightweight huh?’

‘I haven’t got hollow legs like you,’ I retort.

He laughs.

‘So,’ I say leaning in. ‘Tell me, what am I doing wrong? Why does everyone hate me so passionately?’

‘You’re not doing anything wrong, love. Long, blonde hair, big lips, and seductive, secretive cornflower blue eyes. What’s not to like?’ he asks cheerfully.

I frown at the sexual description, but I have noticed that this is the way all the band members talk. They always seem to be coming on to you even when they’re not.

‘If Cash had taken Ke$ha or Selina Gomez or any other celebrity as his girl, there would be no problem,’ he explains. ‘But because he took an ordinary girl, it turns everybody into green eyed monsters thinking that you have risen above your station and taken what you don’t deserve. As long as you are with Cash you will have to put up with it. It will never stop. They’ll always hate you.’

I stare at him unhappily. ‘That doesn’t sound very hopeful. Isn’t there anything I can do to make the situation better?’

‘Nope. The nicer you are to them the worse they will be to you. Your best bet is to just ignore them and enjoy your time with Cash. Soon enough it will be all over.’

My eyes widen. He sure didn’t pull his punches. I pick up my beer and take a small sip. It’s one thing for me to tell myself that obviously my relationship won’t last. How can it possibly? We are from different worlds. But it is quite another thing to hear it spelt out so succinctly by someone else. I swallow the beer and the lump in my throat and to my horror my eyes unexpectedly fill with tears. Why I am crying I do not know.

‘Hey,’ he says, his face creasing up, and puts a hand on my shoulder.

‘Oh, God, I feel like such a fool,’ I say, gently pressing my knuckles into the corners of my eyes so I don’t spoil my make-up.

‘Come here,’ he says, and suddenly drags me to him. Before I know it he has pulled me to him and is kissing me. On the mouth! It takes a second for me to get over the shock of the fact that I am in his lap, his hands are around my waist, and his hot mouth is on mine. I turn my face away and placing both my hands on his chest I push away from him. I push away so hard I feel myself falling backwards. I land on the floor humiliated and furious. From my prone position on the floor I see Britney is standing over Gavin. Her face is twisted with anger, or perhaps even hate.