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Heather’s heart pounded in anticipation as they walked off the elevator and down the hallway towards their rooms.
He’d been touching her in some small fashion since they left the restaurant. His fingers on her wrist, his hand on her back. His arm brushing hers. She didn’t want it to stop.
“How about a drink in my room to celebrate our last night on the road?”
Her mouth went dry. Alone, in Asher’s room sounded exactly right. Her body wanted to say yes, but her mind wasn’t quite on board. How would this turn out? Could they have sex just for sex and leave it at that?
Why was she overthinking this?
Just say yes, Heather, and have fun, she thought.
There was something mysterious and a little dangerous about Asher that turned her on. Plus, he’d been a perfect gentleman all weekend, ensuring she was having a good time, and observing the productions in the way she wanted to. Fancy dinners. Wine. Laughter. It had been perfect. And that kiss on the docks after dinner had been the nail in her lusty coffin.
She wanted him. No matter how this turned out afterward.
They rode the elevator to his suite in silence. The pulse of her racing heart filled her head. Asher’s sexy cologne made her mind swim. Finally, the doors opened.
“After you,” he whispered.
“So...” she trailed off and nibbled on her bottom lip, locking into his green eyed gaze.
“So...” he interrupted as they stepped into the hallway.
He grinned. “You first.”
The sexual tension between them was so dense it nearly choked her.
“Thank you for dinner,” she said.
“You’re welcome,” Asher placed the keycard to the room on the table next to the television. “It was my pleasure.”
She wanted to give him a secret pleasure of his own now.
His features were veiled under the shadow of some kind of private thought she couldn’t divulge. She sat on the edge of the bed while he grabbed a bottle from the ensuite wine fridge and uncorked it. The muscles of his back and arms worked smoothly beneath the fabric of his shirt. Her body heated to a breaking point. Fanning her face, Heather shifted in her seat.
Turning, he handed her a glass. She reached for it, but he was slow to let go.
“You are so beautiful, Heather.”
“Thank you,” she practically purred.
She edged closer to him. The heat of desire swelled between them. Her eyes trailed down to the enormous bulge in his pants. At this level, she had a perfect view. His gaze followed hers, his lips parting slightly as she caught him looking.
“Heather, be careful how you look at me.”
Her brows darted up. “How exactly am I looking at you?”
He set the wine down on the bedside table and cupped her face in his hands, leaning down to her, so the warmth of his breath washed over her forehead.
“Like you want to fuck me.”
Her breath caught in her throat and she swallowed it down. “Maybe... maybe I do.”
When had she become so brazen? Her hands moved to his belt and she began to ease open the belt. Asher straightened to give her better access. She halfway expected him to stop her, was pleased when he didn’t. With three tugs, she worked his pants down his sculpted thighs and dropped them to his ankles. Her cheeks heated as his thick, long manhood sprung free.
His girth was phenomenal. She stared at him in awe, wondering how she would ever get that massively thick prick down her throat.
She glanced up at him, the glazed look in his eyes telling that he understood exactly what she wanted to do with him.
Slowly and sensually, she swathed her mouth around the tip of the head of his shaft. Using slow licks, she slid her tongue up and down his shaft.
He groaned and gently grabbed onto the back of her head, coaxing her along by tenderly pushing on her head, making her take more of him inside her mouth. Her mouth began to leisurely slide up and down his hardened manhood, pulsing with desire that she caused. It gave her a thrill to know she was the reason he was so turned on. She began to pump up and down with more vigor. Asher thrust his hips with enthusiasm, all the while keeping his hands on the back of her head.
His groaning became wilder, more urgent. He panted as she grazed her tongue up and down on the sensitive flesh of his cock.
“Incredible...” he trailed off in a shaky voice.
Then, the eruption happened. An explosion of hot cum poured down her throat as if it had been shot by a cannon. She guzzled down every drop, then licked her lips and wiped her chin when he was finished.
“You’re a fucking goddess.” His voice wavered, his thighs shaking with the aftermath of his orgasm.
Wiping the back of her hand over her mouth, she stood and kissed his cheek. “I hope you enjoyed it. Just a little thank you for bringing me along this weekend.”
“Are you kidding me?” He pushed her up to a standing position and kissed her with enough passion to light up the room. “You have a very talented mouth.”
That made her laugh. “Thanks,” she said.
He gently took her shoulders and moved to lay her down. “I want you to have the same satisfaction,” he whispered into her ear. She shuddered. “It’s your turn, Goddess.”
Nerves settled deep inside her. She was completely satisfied with what they’d just done. To do more, suddenly, seemed like too much.
“No reciprocation required,” she said easily. “But I’ll definitely take a rain check.”
His face went serious. “I’ll never pressure you, Heather.”
Cupping his face with her palm, she placed a soft kiss on his lips. Then she excused herself and went to hide in the restroom.
She became ambushed by a plaguing realization. Heather didn’t want to be the kind of girl who was associated with giving out sexual favors in exchange for dinner. She hoped Asher wasn’t that type of guy, but she would have to be mindful of her behavior from now on.
She couldn’t help herself at the time. It had felt natural, right, comfortable to pleasure him. The ecstasy on his face had been totally worth it. She had made the right decision, but she needed to be careful.
By the time she came out of the bathroom, Asher was sound asleep, lying flat on his back. She didn’t know if she should curl up next to him or not.
She opted to stay in her own bed for now. Maybe if she left the dividing door open, he’d come crawl into bed beside her later. It had been a long time since she’d had a decent spooning. It would be nice to be able to experience that kind of intimacy with a man again.
She just needed to remind herself that it was still early in the relationship. If she just coasted along, things would fall into place perfectly, just the way they were meant to be.
The people who said patience was a virtue might actually be onto something.
***
THE NEXT MORNING, HEATHER waited until Asher got into the shower to call her roommate Stephanie to get her up to speed on the events of the weekend. Plus, she was in dire need of advice from her bookish friend. Stephanie didn’t have loads of experience with men, but she had clarity and that meant everything to Heather. Stephanie’s advice was normally something Heather viewed as solid gold.
Heather wrapped herself up in her favorite pink terrycloth robe and dialed Stephanie’s number. She answered on the second ring, her voice groggy.
“Hey, Heather. How are things going?”
Heather sighed and walked over to a royal blue chair tucked away in the corner beside her bed. She would have loved to go stand on the balcony outside, but she was afraid of being spotted by greedy paparazzi cameras.
“That’s what I called to talk to you about,” Heather whispered even though she could still hear the rushing sound of the water coming down from the shower faucet in the bathroom.
“Uh-oh...” Stephanie sounded apprehensive and disappointed. “What happened?”
“Nothing,” Heather quickly recovered. “We’ve been having fun together.
“Then what is the problem?” Stephanie asked.
“I just...” Heather trailed off and paused. “I’m having trouble figuring him out Steph. I feel like I’m 14 again and can’t wrap my head around his intentions. Does he like me? Does he not like me? Is he interested in taking this to the next level?” Heather leaned back in the chair and placed her flattened palm to her forehead. “Silly, right? I know, the grown-up thing to do is just ask him, but I feel like it’s too early for that.”
Even though she’d just had his glorious cock in her mouth. Wasn’t too soon for that, apparently. She gave a low groan.
“It sounds more like you are just overthinking things again,” Stephanie mentioned in an encouraging voice.
Heather nibbled on her thumb nail and stared at the closed bathroom door. “I know.”
Stephanie chuckled. “He wouldn’t have asked you to join him on an overnight trip if he wasn’t into you.”
“That’s what I keep telling myself,” Heather agreed.
“Did you guys have sex?” Stephanie took the plunge and jumped right into the juicy stuff.
Heather’s cheeks felt hot. She knew she must be blushing. “I gave him a blow job.”
“Wow,” Stephanie sounded surprised.
“What?” Heather’s voice rang defensively. “He bought me a lobster dinner and kissed me on the dock while we watched the sunset.”
“That sounds romantic,” Heather admitted.
“It really was. I guess you could say that last night my actions reflected what my heart wanted and not what my mind told me to do.”
“Let me guess; your mind is telling you to take it slowly with him?” Stephanie asked.
“Right.” Heather nodded.
“I would listen to both, but your head is probably the smarter choice to go with,” Stephanie said.
Heather groaned. “Why the hell are you always right?” She teased playfully.
“It’s a gift I guess.”
Heather smiled as she pictured Stephanie humbly shrugging on the other end.
“I know I sound like I’m doubting myself—”
“A little bit,” Stephanie chuckled.
“It’s just...he makes me feel adventurous. He’s kind of quiet. I feel like he might be my little challenge. Maybe I can open him up more.”
“Not to mention, he’s sexy,” Stephanie joked.
“You’re damn right.”
“Just trust your instincts. What do they tell you?” Stephanie asked.
Heather sighed and stood up. She began slowly pacing the room. “My intuition is to trust him. He seems like a decent guy; he’s just really private.”
“That’s probably because he’s used to women fawning all over him,” Stephanie admitted.
Heather rolled her eyes. “I’m just a drop in the bucket.”
“No, you aren’t,” Stephanie protested. “You are a career motivated, unique and strong, independent woman. He recognizes that, or he wouldn’t be into you at all.”
“You’re my life coach,” Heather laughed, then gasped. “I have to go now Steph,” she whispered hurriedly into the receiver. “I just heard the shower shut off.”
“Okay bye,” Stephanie also said in a hushed voice. “Let me know how it goes.”
“Thank you,” Heather said, smiling as Heather wished her good luck and they hung up.
Heather sighed and composed herself. Afraid they’d be late for their departure; she hurried into her own bathroom and dressed. Then, going to the full length mirror, she gave herself a once over.
He knocked on the dividing door before pushing it open. He was wearing a black t-shirt and boot cut jeans. He looked rustic to her, so exceptionally handsome with a hint of stubble shadowing his face.
“Hi,” she squeaked.
“Hey.” Asher nodded in her direction. “Do you want to get some breakfast downstairs before we go?”
“Sure.” Heather nodded vivaciously. “I’m starving.”
“Great.” Asher nodded approvingly and shoved his room key into his back pocket.
“Just give me a few minutes?” Heather requested.
Asher looked her up and down. She blushed, a demanding tingle starting between her legs.
“That’s fine.” Asher sat on the edge of the bed and began scrolling through his phone.
Heather shut the door to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. She needed to get a grip on her emotions. Last night at dinner, Asher had told her he grew up poor. She knew he had a rough childhood and was probably trying to overcompensate for what he lacked growing up. She understood where he was coming from. Essentially, she was doing much of the same thing. Maybe they had more in common than she initially discovered.
A few minutes later, she came out of the bathroom ready to go.
Asher gave her a dazzling smile that gave her some encouragement. “We’re going to meet up with bandmate Roman and his girlfriend Chloe for breakfast. Is that okay with you?”
“Absolutely.” Heather grinned. She’d yet spent any real time with anyone other than Asher.
Heather had met Chloe briefly. She reminded Heather of Tinkerbell from Peter Pan. She was petite and sassy but seemed ultimately friendly. Chloe was the type of girl who would easily be able to keep the conversation flowing and Heather appreciated that.
She didn’t know much about Asher’s band mates. They seemed nice enough, but some of them looked at her with guarded caution. She began to wonder if Asher might have the same conflict.
When they were alone, he gave her the attention that she craved, but he was slightly aloof around other people. Had he too gone through a painful breakup in his past, but he just didn’t want to mention it? Was he afraid of wearing his emotions on his sleeve in front of his friends?
Heather was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. She wanted to see what was hidden behind his gorgeous eyes. He wore a mask, but she wanted to peel off the layers and strip away his inhibitions.
When they arrived in the lobby, Chloe and Roman were waiting for them. Chloe beamed with a welcoming smile.
“Hi Heather,” she said. It was as if she had already accepted Heather as a member of their group.
“Good morning.” Heather cast the pair a sociable wave.
“Who is ready to put back away some eggs and bacon?” Roman asked.
Chloe rolled his eyes and grinned at me. “Don’t mind him.”
“He’s always like this,” Asher said.
“Okay,” Heather chuckled. They were a charismatic group, that much was certain.
They walked into the restaurant attached to the hotel. It was crowded. People packed the place from every angle. The chatter of conversation buzzed through the air.
Asher’s bodyguard Raphael met them right outside the door.
As the hostess sat them in a booth in the back, Heather noticed various people along the way staring at them. Her lips curled into a smile. She couldn’t help herself. She knew it was Asher and Roman who were being gawked at, but the attention had a thrill on her anyway that left a lasting effect.
She didn’t want to get her hopes up, but she could get used to this lifestyle. She tried not to pop her own happy bubble. She was determined to enjoy all of this for as long as it lasted.
It was about damn time something good happened in her life.