Gisele Vs. Guitar Hero

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Gisele

“It’s kinda creepy,” Kathy says, staring at him. He grins vacantly back at her.

“Don’t be like that,” he says cajolingly. “I can’t help staring at cute girls.”

Kathy giggles, and my hackles on the back of my neck rise. Hold on, why is he flirting with my best friend? He should be flirting with me!

I grab his arm possessively. “You looked really good up there on stage tonight,” I say. Which is the truth, but I’ll admit it – I am telling him because I want him paying attention to me.

He looks up at me with soulful eyes and whispers, “You look good every night.” I try not to roll my eyes. It’s a pretty OTT thing to say and I know that he doesn’t mean it, his drugged-up mind is saying it, but a tiny part of me gets a little shiver of delight at his words.

I didn’t realize I was such a sucker for cheesy lines until now. Or maybe it’s just cheesy lines being said by Stone, I don’t know.

“Well, we should get going,” Ashley says loudly, pulling on Kathy’s arm, yanking her into an upright position. “Good to meet you, Stone.” She drags Kathy off over Kathy’s protestations, and I silently thank Ashley for that. I’ll have to do something amazing for her as a thank-you gift later.

“Where are they going in such a hurry?” Stone asks, staring at their retreating forms, Kathy turning back and waving at him as Ashley drags her away. She, on the other hand, is going to get coal in her Christmas stocking this year, if I have to track down a coal distributor myself.

“Oh, just had to head home,” I say lightly, waving my hand in the air dismissively. “So your pill – did you take it after the show?”

“I did!” he exclaims, surprised. “How did you know?”

“Just a guess,” I say with a naughty grin. “So Stone, whaddya say about visiting those bathrooms again tonight?”

“You have to go pee?” he asks.

“Nope, but I think you’re going to like what I do have in mind. C’mon.”

I’m still reeling from that performance. Stone, live, singing like that? I mean, I like music. I like music a lot and I’ve been to a lot of gigs. Huge concerts, intimate little performances at Chateau Marmont. But this? Stone? Singing that song, and putting my name in it, and looking at me. In a really obvious way looking at me so that everyone in that room knew that he was talking about me. Singing those lyrics to me? My heart hasn’t stopped racing since. This all feels so surreal. It's almost like I’m in a very strange, foggy dream instead of really present in this club. The dark mood lighting and eerie feel that all clubs have, it really doesn’t help with that, you know?

But after that performance Stone just gave, I’m feeling emboldened. I want to take a risk, take a chance, and take a leap down the rabbit hole and see where it leads. Doubts weren't what got me anywhere with Stone in that hotel room. That was pure going with the flow, something I almost never do because I'm a control freak in just about every aspect of my life. But being with Stone forced me to let go ... and it wasn't that bad at all.

Who am I kidding? It's the most exhilarating feeling in the world.

I couldn’t help but get coy with him for just a moment. Like, how does he not know what I’m up to right now when I tell him we’re going to the bathroom? He’s following me and his hand is in mine and I look at him … holy shit I've never seen a man so good looking. Stone's body takes my breath away. What he does to my body makes my heart beat so damn fast, I could be having a heart attack. I take his hand and pull him back to the bathrooms. I feel like there's a rising tide of fire in my veins. I'm a pretty intense gal but this feels like the boldest, most confident move I've made. I c

an't help but go crazy for Stone. I guess I'm letting that Guitar God thing go to my brain because I'm having a total slut moment. I drag him back to the bathrooms.

That's right, I'm going to fuck a rock star in a club bathroom. I'm thinking about the wild things we did the other night at his room at the W. I'm thinking about how he sang with every drop of soul he could in his voice, he even looked at me, sang my name ... of course my panties are so fucking wet. I need him, now, and something as simple as going somewhere else is too much to be concerned with. How could I think about anything else? I give his hand a little squeeze in mine as we work through the crowd and get to the bathrooms. I'm a little surprised that people don't seem to immediately recognize him. They aren't paying close attention or they would—but he was right. People don't expect him to be out here. I certainly didn't. I didn't expect anything about how he sang to me. I didn't expect to feel the way that I do right now, or to be able to act on it.

But we're at the bathrooms.

The big bad rock star doesn't realize until just now that after he literally serenaded me in a room full of people that I'm taking him back here to the bathrooms to have wild sex with him. He's about to get a much better picture though.

"So, Gisele,” Stone says my name slowly like he’s tasting it. I can tell by the look in his eyes that I know that he knows exactly what we’re about to do. “You had something very particular in mind?" Stone says with an almost silly grin across his handsome face. This teasing will get him everywhere with me, I know. Well, we're already clear on that though, aren't we? I mean, I can't imagine anything other than giving him everything my body can handle. Stone takes me to new places when we're together. He did before ... and the way I feel now, it makes my breathing go ragged just thinking about it.

I mean, that cock ...it's big. Beautiful. Delicious. And he knows exactly how to use it. When Stone takes my breath away, it's because that monster cock is deep in my throat or buried in my pussy ... or I'm thinking about the next time it will be.

I look at him and I’m grinning widely too. How can I not with that smile? "Well, I didn't need an escort to go pee," I say, unable to suppress a giggle. It seems so strange to me, to be able to be coy like this and also have so much sexual tension coursing through my veins. He's such an animal during sex, yet he's this sweet fun, guy.

"I guess not." Stone's eyes take mine in as I pull him into a stall. There's a lusty gaze in his eyes that I recognize from before, and I’m thrilled because that experience with him in his hotel room was like nothing I had ever experienced before in my life. I don’t know what exactly is going on in that head of his, but I know that I want to follow wherever his dirty mind leads. "You want me to fuck you, beautiful girl?" Stone presses my back into the wall of this stall. We're in the last one so we have a wall and not just the stall walls to contend with.

Sure, Stone has cheesy lines. And calling me beautiful like this may also be cheesy. But after how he sang tonight, singing a song with my name in it, looking at me, coming into the crowd and hanging out with me? I want all the cheesiness that I can handle. Stone has me totally hung up on him in the worst way. Or is it the best? The thrill running through me now says that it's the best way to feel.

"Yeah, Stone," I say. I feel my eyelids get heavy, lust pulling me under. My lips part slightly and I'm hyper aware of my breathing. If Stone is an animal in bed, then I become his prey. I can feel desire completely taking over every cell in my body. I'm aching for his touch. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard, right here in this bathroom stall in this club."

"Right after I just sang for you, huh?" he says, every bit as smug as he can manage.