Crescendo

Chapter 30

I straddled Daniel, my legs parting as I kissed him. His sweater lifted underneath my wanting hands, begging me to undress him. I refrained, barely able to comprehend the little voice warning me not to go too far.

Being with Daniel was a slippery slope, and if I wasn't careful, I'd end up right where I started, wanting more than he could offer. But when he grabbed me by the waist, dragging me into his chest, my better judgment melted away.

This isn't smart, I thought as my lips parted. Daniel guided my face back to him, cupping my cheek and drawing out the kiss. I moaned against him, and he moved his grip to my ass, securing my legs around his waist before standing.

I wrapped my arms around his neck quickly, scared of falling onto the antique coffee table that was a housewarming gift from Tessa. "Oh God." My eyes widened in surprise.

"It's a little early for that, isn't it?" he laughed, his grip tightening as he began carrying away from the couch.

"You could've warned me."

"But then you wouldn't have clung to me." He had a point.

I buried my head in the crook of his neck, giddy from sucking face for the better part of an hour. "Where are we going?" I asked, content to let him carry me anywhere except-

"Your bed."

Wait.

I jolted up, but it was too late. Daniel set me down on my bed and scanned the wall of my bedroom. A poster from his first concert tour hung above my dresser, along with a CD. I sucked in a breath, waiting for his reaction. But all he said was, "Oh." I knew I should have taken that down.

"I can explain," I said, already frantic.

He raised an eyebrow. "Go ahead."

This is going to be harder than I thought. "My mom and I, well, mostly me, we were fans. And one year, my mom was in remission, but not for long, and-"

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"What?" I glanced up at him.

"Your mom. She was sick, right?"

Oh. "Yeah," I said.

He nodded, then kissed my cheek. "Continue."

I blinked in surprise but forced words out, anyway. "Oh, um, she knew I liked you, so for my birthday, she took me to your concert downtown. Only our tickets were fake, apparently. We found out at the ticket booth. But since we have already come so far, she bought me a poster, a CD, and a..."

Daniel watched me intently, his lips twitching. "Yes?"

Jesus. "There was a T-shirt."

A smile spread over his face. "I see. Do you still have it?"

"Absolutely not," I lied. It was at the back of my closet. Not that it'll ever see the light of day again.

"Shame," he said.

"Why?"

"It'd be cute to see you in it."

Heat rushed to my face. "I mean, I wasn't a superfan or anything." Daniel ignored me and began kissing down my neck. His focus shifted to my chest, more specifically, unclothing it. "Are you paying attention?" I asked. He hummed against me, most definitely not paying attention. "Daniel," I whined as he unbuttoned my shirt.

"I know, I know," he said finally, prying himself away from my tits long enough to respond. "You're obsessed with me, darling. There's no need to be embarrassed."

I groaned, but Daniel continued down my body, unclasping my bra with one hand and groping me with the other. I wanted to be frustrated, but damn, he knew how to distract me.

"We'll talk about it later," I said, arching my back and tossing my bra to the floor.

"Sure," Daniel said at the edge of the bed, waiting on his knees. His fingers looped underneath the elastic of my panties, and he tugged them down. "Or you can keep going."

I frowned. "But won't that be distracting?"

He kissed my inner thighs, lifting them so they rested on his shoulders. "No." Before I could respond, doubting him, he nipped my thigh, startling me. "Keep going, baby," he said, licking along my pussy and siphoning a moan. "I'm listening."

"There's not much to say." I tangled my fingers in his hair, guiding him to my clit. "I just had a small crush." His tongue pushed into my pussy, fucking me slowly. "Okay, maybe it was a bit more than that."

His grip tightened on my hips, dragging me to the edge and shooting electricity down my spine. I wrapped my legs around his head, pushing his tongue deeper. Fuck. "It's definitely more than that now. I mean, that's not why I agreed to-"

Daniel replaced his tongue with his fingers, sucking on my clit until I writhed against him. Holy crap!

His eyes flicked up, watching my reaction as he rolled my nipple between his thumb and index finger. Best interrogation ever. 

***

I curled up on Daniel's side, aching, but satisfied. I wasn't sure if I'd ever get accustomed to the soreness between my legs post-fuck, but I was willing to find out.

The sunset brightened my beige walls, shining through the stained-glass hummingbird I hung in the window. A rainbow of colors danced along the ceiling, captivating my attention until Daniel kissed my forehead and sighed. "I should get going."

"Stay," I said, lying on his chest and unwilling to pry myself away from him.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice softening. Maybe he thought I was still angry with him.

I moved my leg over him, entangling us further. "Please?"

He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close. "I won't leave until you want me to." If that were true, he'd be waiting a long time.

I laughed. "What about when you go on tour?"

Daniel huffed. "Come with me."

"Are you serious?" I asked, staring up at him. His green eyes met mine.

"You asked what I wanted to be after our deal is over?" I nodded hesitantly. He continued, "We can be whatever you want, as long as I'm with you."

A smile formed on my lips. "I'd like that."

"Good," he said, holding the leg I had perched on top of him. I thought of responding, but the moment was so nice. I'd hate to ruin it. Silence fell over us, and the ceiling fan spun above us, lulling me into a sleepy stupor. My grip loosened on his arm, and I relaxed inside his embrace until his voice snapped me out of it. "Is that why you took my class?"

My eyes snapped open. "What?" Surely he wasn't bringing this up again. Not while his cum was dripping between my legs.

Daniel snickered. "Because you're a crazed stalker girl?"

I sat up, facing him with renewed energy. "I am not crazed."

He smirked, and I realized it was a trap. His arm snaked around my waist, and he flipped us before I could react. My legs parted as if they knew no other way to behave around him. "I can fix that," he said, kissing me, silencing any complaints with his lips.

Not that I had any. Especially when his cock hardened against me, promising round two.