Page 160 of Secret Obsession
This is a do-or-die situation—and I amnotabout to mortify myself on live television. I touch the in-ear monitor again, checking that it’s still there. It’s blocking out the sound of the crowd, if there is any. Maybe they’re all silent, waiting for me to begin.
There’s a clicking in my ears. A metronome. And a voice that says, “National anthem in three… two… one.”
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Willow’s fucking killing it.
She looked terrified until she stepped up to the mic, and it was as if all that fear just dissipated. My girl rose to the challenge.
Her voice is sweet like honey, but there’s power behind it. Her eyes are half-lidded, and I think she’s on autopilot as she sings her fucking heart out. She’s so fucking sexy, her face on the big screen. My hand is pressed over my heart, and I should have my eyes on the flag. But all I can focus on is her.
The last huge notes swell, and my chest loosens at the harmonic melody.
Holy shit.
I thought she was going to stab me for a minute there, but this is totally worth it.
The crowd goes absolutely fucking nuts for her. She pulls out her in-ear monitors and lets them drape down around her neck, and she stares in awe at the packed arena.
Yeah, they’re cheering forher.
She turns and comes back, and I take both her hands. She’s staring at me with a mixture of giddiness and guardedness.
I reel her in and kiss her. Her lips move against mine, so she’s not mad enough that she’s going to become a statue. A little stiff, sure. But when I nip her lower lip, she sags into me.
“You were perfect,” I tell her.
The assistant is at her back, removing the battery pack and wires. And then she’s gone, and I lead Willow back to the elevator. Well, almost. There’s a storage closet that I spotted on our walk from her dressing room, and I drag her into it.
She lets out a squeak, and I slap the light switch. The single bulb over our heads flickers on, casting us in odd shadows.
“You’re so impressive,” I tell her. I back her into the door and duck down, kissing the corner of her lips. Her cheek, along her jaw.
She tilts her head, and her hand slips up the side of my neck. Her fingers dip into my hair, nails catching my scalp. I groan and nip her sweet skin, flicking my tongue out and tasting the slightly salty tang of sweat.
“Leggings off,” I order. I undo my jeans. “Turn around, put your forearms on the door.”
Her lips part, but she does exactly what I say. She spreads her legs and braces, sticking her ass out at me.
I slap it, thesmackresounding in the small space, and she gasps. I soothe the area, then spank her again. I resist the urge to lean down and bite her ass cheek, although a bite mark there would help erase the sight of her in my friend’s jersey.
You’re wearing his jersey, too, I remind myself.
I part her ass cheeks and stare down at her pink asshole, and my dick twitches. I should’ve brought the plug with me. Fucking her with it in, with it vibrating… shit. Precum leaks out without even touching myself. I press my thumb to the puckered hole, and I slide the head of my cock down her center.
She groans, shifting and arching her back. I do it again, watching for her shudder.
“The game is about to start,” she pants. “Just fuck me already.”
I snicker, teasing her for another long moment before pushing slowly inside her pussy. Her head bows forward, and she moans. I don’t know how one girl can feel so fantastic, over and over again.
I’m never going to get tired of her.
I pull almost all the way out, leaving her clenching at the tip of my cock.
“Say thank you,” I tell her.
