𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

I was up there

• sexual content (blowjob, licking, orgasm)

It's been two years since I fell out of tracks and blacked out. Since that day I took one year of rehabilitation and another year of trying to come up with new music.

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose as I sit in my studio, spinning the chair to the left and to the right. This has gotten a routine. Sitting here but actually doing nothing. My head is simply empty and besides that my manager Sarah is pressuring me to come up with new hits.

"Come on Y/n, there must be at least a line." She tries to plant something into my mind that just isn't there yet. Maybe my career is done and the blackout was just the final cut back then. Who knows.

"Sarah, there's nothing. Well, there's this one thing..." I mumble along, biting my lower lip as I turn the chair so that I am directly looking at Sarah on the couch.

She tilts her head, unsatisfied with what's to come now again. "No, Y/n, don't."

"Why not? What's stopping us? I'm lacking, you're overwhelmed with my lack." I speak with conviction, but also a hint of begging in my low voice. I know she can't resist me.

"Fuck, you suck." Sarah grumbles as she stands up from the couch and walks over to where I sit, leaned back into the chair.

"Not quite correct. You suck." I whisper with a smirk, unbuckling my belt nearby. My manager's hands are on each side of the chair, while she leans closer to my face.

"Cause you're a sucker for it, aren't you?" Her voice comes out hoarse, clearly affected by the tension that's in between us now again. I hum, clearly nodding my head.

As soon as I start to slide down my jeans, Sarah kneels down in front of me to help me undoing my boxers as well. My 9 inches jump free, excited to get sucked all so well.

My manager's hands gently fist my length, slowly stroking all the way up and down. Hoarse moans leave my mouth, as I lean my head back in pure satisfaction. "Faster baby..." I demand, barely above a whisper and Sarah strokes my dick faster and tighter. Her long nailed hands play with those 9 inches and my balls, edging me just the way I need her right now.

As my orgasm nears, I tightly grip onto the chair. "I'm gonna cum." I warn Sarah in between heavy breathing and moans. Different to other times, she doesn't pull her head away but cups my tip with her lips and swirls her tongue around it as I am left back stunned. "Oh God yes, so good." I breathe out, my voice grumbling as I shoot my load into her mouth. "Ahh, fuck!"

Sarah swallows down every bit of my seed, a seductive smirk playing around her lips. "Mnh, such a good taste." She whispers, before she stands up and places a hand on my flushed cheek. "Am I in for a treat now?"

"Yes. Yes you are." I tell her as I'm still panting a little. Sarah kisses my cheek and walks back over to the couch, while she already strips her slip and lifts her skirt as she lays down. Her eyes burn from lust.

I don't hesitate to get up, pull up my jeans again and head over to get comfortable in between her sexy legs. My smirk still present as I lean down and kiss every spot very close to her dripping cunt.

"Don't tease me today." She demands in a breathy voice, running her hand through my hair to grip it tightly and pull my face into her. I do as I was told and run my tongue through her wet folds, collecting every bit of juice from her.

My lips capture her clit as my tongue moves around inside her tight and wet cunt. Sarah moans like a pornstar, intertwining her hands with mine as she wants something to squeeze the life out of.

"Right there, fuck yes yes yes, please, oh God Y/n don't stop!" My manager begs in between heavy breathing and desperate moans. Her body is squirming and shaking underneath me as she comes undone all over my mouth and the leather couch.

Sarah's hand fists my collar, pulling me further on top of herself. My crotch presses against her still sensitive cunt. Smirks playing around out both's lips as I just look down at her. "Oh God Y/n." My manager breathes out, grinding on my slight buldge for more friction. "I can't take any more, but I want you..." She speaks with a quiet whine, digging her nails into my shoulders.

I chuckle sensually, shaking my head as I push myself off of her body. "Let's not ruin our thing, alright?" My voice careful to not make her feel rejected or worse.

Luckily my manager nods, sitting upright on the couch as she puts her slip back on. "It's better this way, you're right." She agrees in a calm tone, smiling softly at me.

My gaze is thankful for her understanding, as I sit back into my chair and spin it around to face my mixing table, with my laptop on it. The writing program is still opened and an still empty side begs to get fulfilled with something. Anything.

"Maybe if you go out and do something with your friends, your ideas will come from alone." My manager tries to calm my nerves down. She's now standing right behind me, soothingly stroking my chest while she leans down to kiss my cheek softly. "Something has to be there. Anything." Her fingertips then massage my temples.

"Sarah, I know you don't mean this to pressure me, but your conviction kind of pressures me. It's like you're knowing that I can be up there again." I open up about my feelings, also showing Sarah who's the first place on the Billboard charts which was to be me two years ago. I sigh deeply.

"I was up there and I will probably never get back up there ever again. You know how this music business works. Once you're off the charts, no one remembers you." My concern is just as present as the sadness in my voice. My manager nods and hums, acknowledging that she's listening carefully to my outcome.

Her hand firmly lands on my shoulder, squeezing it encouragingly. "You have been in a very dark place, Y/n and it took you one year to recover in rehab and another year to even sit back here these past few months. It seems to me that you are stressing yourself out now already again and I don't like seeing this. Maybe you should... consider my idea from last week."

Sarah's words hit me different. I understand her concern about my health and I also understand that if I don't come back into the charts again, I can definitely quit my life as singer and songwriter. I hate it. This is my life, my passion. I groan.

"I don't want to sing anyone's song. If I ever come back, it should be my lyrics. My confessions and my mind speaking. Sarah, I won't take someone else's songs." I firmly decline her idea from last week. Obviously Sarah wanted me to let someone else write songs for me, which I'll just record and publish then. That's absolutely not me.

The next hour was spent just like the hours before I got into the studio. I sat there an did nothing, until I eventually gave up once again and went home. Maybe I should go out with my friends and the ideas will come flying in like airplanes in the airport.

I was up there, having number one hits over months and I am not giving myself up just yet.