Not the One

Part 7

Stevie felt like the goodbye kiss was show off-y on Dave's part in the hotel lobby, but she couldn't blame him. Before his visit, they hadn't seen each other for nearly two months and now he was on his way back home again, weeks left before they were going to be reunited. Stevie enjoyed having him with her, even if his stay was very short and Lindsey was constantly on her mind. 

Speaking off...

Stevie was a woman on a mission. Good thing Fleetwood Mac had a night off, so she was almost sure that Lindsey was relaxing in his room. She could have allowed herself in, but since he wasn't expecting her, Stevie decided to knock on his door instead.

Shortly, they were face to face. A small smirk on Lindsey's lips irritated Stevie. She guessed that whatever he was about to say, she wasn't going to react well to it.

"So, boy toy has left already?"

Determined to get back at him for his antics at dinner last night, Stevie shoved Lindsey back into his room and shut the door with force behind her. Puzzled and intrigued at the same time, he didn't question her, allowing himself to be walked backwards and pushed on the bed. Sure that Dave was unable to satisfy her needs, Lindsey went along with it, his hands gripping her hips as soon as she stood in between his legs. He believed she was desperate for him.

"I've missed you too, ba-"

Stevie didn't let him finish, cutting him off with a forceful kiss. She didn't play around, prying his lips open without much effort. He enjoyed, when she took control, so it came as no surprise to either of them, when he was instantly aroused by her actions. 

"Whoa, what's the rush?" Lindsey managed to ask, when Stevie broke their lips apart, while she pulled his T-shirt up and over his head. 

"I want you." She leaned in to whisper seductively in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

Before he could reach to hold her again, she was down on her knees, eyes on him, while she worked his belt buckle. That got him really excited. He just hoped that he guessed the next course of her action correctly. 

Still with the same ferocity, she hooked her fingers around the belt loops of his jeans and tugged down, making him raise off the mattress a bit to help her out in removing his clothes. She didn't bother, however, leaving his jeans in a heap around his ankles. The lack of emotion on her face, scared him a little, but he wasn't about to make her stop either.

Lindsey shivered, when her long red nails scored the skin of his thighs, leaving slightly visible marks. Her delicate hand pushed at his middle, making him lie down flat on his back, but he was still able to watch her every move. Her lips pressed against his skin everywhere around, but not exactly where he ached for her. He feared to embarrass himself and come the second, when he finally moaned at the velvety warmth of her mouth. Drawing in a sharp breath of air, he tensed up, when her tongue swirled around a particularly sensitive area. He thrust his hips, his hand gathering up her hair in his fist, in hopes to move in a bit deeper. The air from his lungs started coming out in short gasps as she continued building tension within him.

He groaned, disappointed, at the loss of her around him as he opened his eyes and saw her stand up to her feet, fixing herself up. She made a show of wiping her mouth, making him frown.

"Steph? Baby?" 

"Go to hell, Buckingham." She said, turning around towards the door. "You can finish the job yourself."