Owen nodded against my breast and slid his fingers out of me, undoing his jeans and pushing them down with his boxer briefs in one motion. He sprung loose and took my hand, placing it so that my fingers wrapped around his hard cock. I gasped, feeling his size and girth in my grip as he kissed me. I gently stroked him back and forth with a light, playful touch, and he lay down on the bed, kissing and fondling my breasts, flicking his tongue against my now erect nipples.
Slowly, he moved up on the bed so that his dick was near my face. He didn’t have to say a word; I desperately wanted to taste him. I let him slide past my lips and he let out a deep groan as I pulled him in all the way. Owen twisted his fingers into my hair with one hand, the other reaching down between my thighs with softly probing fingertips. I swirled my tongue around him, enjoying his broad girth in my mouth, and using tortuously slow strokes of my tongue.
For this, I was rewarded with another deep groan as he gently thrust his hips toward me. I could feel his desire swelling almost to the point of explosion, but I continued to tease him slowly, drawing the moment of ecstasy out as long as I possibly could. His fingers tightened in my hair when I took him deeper.
“Ohhh, God, Nalia.”
I shivered at the sound of his voice moaning my name.
He pulled me back up toward the head of the bed and kissed me hard, pulling my skirt off my waist before running his hands over my body and down my legs. “God you’re beautiful,” he moaned, trailing kisses down my chest and stomach. “More beautiful than I could ever have imagined.”
Owen pushed my legs apart and flicked his tongue against my clit, sliding two fingers inside of me again. A whimper of pleasure escaped me, and this time, I was the one grabbing at his hair. He lapped at my clit, working his fingers inside me back and forth. The pleasure was so intense, I simply couldn’t hold back the moans escaping from my eager lips. He groaned against me and the vibration ran right through me, making me writhe and twist on the bed as I reached for him.
He climbed up the bed and kissed my lips as he reached for his nightstand, pulling out a condom. He kissed me hard as he rolled it on. When it was ready, tight over his throbbing and sizable length, he positioned himself between my legs. I tried to prepare myself, fully aware of his size, but when he thrust into me, I wailed as he stretched me.
He moaned, kissing my cheek as he slowly moved inside me, letting me accommodate his size. I wrapped my legs around him, moving with him, kissing his lips as we fell into a gentle rhythm. He felt unbelievable inside me. Each thrust seemed to bring more pleasure than the previous one as his thick member continued to push me to the limits of what I could accommodate.
Owen deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around me as he thrusted harder and more vigorously. His breathing grew heavy, and his tanned skin glistened with sweat from the effort. I dug my nails into his back, moaning and arching my back as I grasped at him. I felt myself getting close to release as I pressed my cheek against his, panting and moaning in his ear.
He seemed to be able to read me and know precisely what to do to heighten my pleasure. He lifted me up so that I was in his lap, then began to thrust even harder and with even more fervor. My moans were uncontrollable as his powerful thrusts slammed into me. I couldn't remember even having felt so full before, having felt so turned on as I was at this moment.
He kissed me hard, tugging at my bottom lip as he maintained the intense rhythm. I could no longer hold back, and I came hard, my muscles tightening around him as my thighs trembled. I felt the pulsing of his cock as he released inside me, groaning into my hair, mumbling my name as he came.
We both rode the waves of pleasure together, holding on tight until they passed. Afterward, he lay on top of me for a few moments, breathing heavily. The feel of his hard, damp, muscular body against mine was amazing. Gently, he laid me down on the bed and slid his condom off, discarding it in the wastebasket before cuddling up behind me. He kissed my cheek and wrapped his arms around me. I turned so I could look up to him.
“This isn’t part of the job, right?” I asked with a mischievous grin.
He smiled and kissed my lips again. “Not unless you want it to be.”
I smiled up at him, not sure what to say. I did enjoy it, but was this really going to be a good idea with us going on tour for three to four months? He seemed to read my unease and smiled.
“You don’t have to say anything. We can see how things go. We have a lot going on with the tour; I know that more than anyone. Still, I won’t lie. It’s going to be difficult not to want to drag you into a room alone. You’re pretty amazing. This was pretty amazing,” he said, gently brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
“It really was,” I agreed. “But we also have to keep in mind that we both have a job to do. I don’t want anything to get in the way of that. Even intense, mind-blowing connections like this was. You were...wow. So much more intense than I expected.”
“And, you are the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on,” he responded. “But you're right; we have to put the job ahead of everything else. But whatever else happens, I'm just happy that I'm here with you now, that we experienced this amazing moment together.”
I couldn’t argue with him.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Owen
It had been two weeks since I’d hired Nalia and, lo and behold, things were running smoothly.
She straightened out everything with the tour bus company, got radio interviews, YouTube interviews, chats with bloggers and vloggers, and she managed to get all sorts of other appearances lined up, as well as accommodations set and reserved. She’d even done stuff I hadn’t even thought of, liking putting packing lists together for everyone. She’d gone to each of the guys’ places and helped them think about what outfits and such they wanted to wear for the tour and created lists of things each of them would need.
She kept everything organized and, as a result, everything was falling into place. She was incredible, beautiful, and sexy as hell to boot.
When I hired her, I expected help, but this had all made my life so much easier than I could have imagined. For the first time in, well, I didn't even know how long, I wasn't stressed out and worried about this tour. And, that is pretty much the only thing I could remember feeling in regards to the business side of the tour since we’d begun preparations for it — a sense of immense worry that things were gonna go wrong, that the guys would fall off the wagon and go off the rails, that we'd let our fans down, that the whole thing would turn into this gigantic, embarrassing fiasco.
But now, with Nalia's help, all of those worries had been put to rest. I finally knew that everything was going to work out like it should. This tour wasn’t just going to work out okay – it was going to be awesome. It was going to be the best tour we ever did. I just knew that the shows were going to rock — and when I say rock, I mean totally rock, tear the roof off the place kinda shit. With Nalia handling everything I'd worried about before – and handling it with such precision and efficiency – I could do what I did best, without any stress in the back of my mind. I would be able to focus purely on the music and the performance.
And it was all thanks to Nalia.
The more I thought about her, the more I felt myself being pulled to her. In fact, it was becoming more and more difficult for there to be a moment in which she wasn't running through my thoughts.
We hadn’t slept together since the first time, but I thought it would be better to not let it turn into something else or put any pressure on her. We were about to go on tour in two weeks, and I didn’t want her feeling like she was obligated to me, or that she had to be a certain way with me. And, I certainly didn’t want her to feel she had some sort of ownership over me.