Backstage Pass Page 4

  "What's so bad about that? I'd be a great husband and father. I love Wanderlust, but eventually I want to settle down and teach music.” Alan Price as a small town music instructor—the image was too comical.

  "Oh, dear, it's so late you must be dreaming! Caffeine is what you need, Alan, it'll clear your muddled brain.” Nora dashed off to the kitchen and started filling the coffeepot. She needed time to think.

  Back in that grungy stockroom, she'd had a wonderful time, and it was because she'd given Alan so much pleasure. The feeling of power was a real rush, but there was something else, too. When his control broke, and he surrendered to her, she'd never felt so close to anyone in her life.

  From the kitchen, she could see Alan relaxing on her couch. No doubt about it, he was a sexy man. She was lucky to find someone who looked so good to begin her erotic adventures. He picked up one of her flowered pillows and examined it idly, before replacing it and skimming her stack of professional journals on the end table. Was he as nervous as her?

  Nora returned to the living room with coffee, plunking a cup in front of each of them. Alan took a swallow and turned to her. “I'm really sorry about what happened tonight. I didn't mean to take advantage of you, and I apologize."

  Alan's voice was sincere and Nora had no doubt he meant what he said. But the powerful bulge he was sporting told her a different story. He'd do it again in a heartbeat if she offered.

  "I think you should know that I'm on the pill,” Nora offered. “I have been for a year now, hoping the occasion might arise when I would need to be."

  He sat thinking for a minute. “I've never had sex without a condom before tonight ... before you did whatever it was that you did to me."

  "Hey, that means you don't need to wear one with me!"

  He closed his eyes, lost in some dark thoughts. “That would be great,” he whispered.

  "Okay, what do you want me to do?"

  "Let's start over and take it from the top.” His eyes lowered to her breasts. “I didn't get a very good look at those when you had me pinned. May I?"

  His hands were already tugging at her hem. Nora raised her arms and he slid her shirt off gracefully. His eyes widened at the sight of her red lace bra. “Pretty seductive underwear for a virgin."

  "One never knows, does one?"

  "You're becoming more and more of a mystery, Nora."

  "Uncover me, then.” She tried to sound wanton. Alan responded by unhooking the clasp and letting her breasts fall loose.

  His pupils dilated until the pale blue was hardly visible. He licked his lips and let out a low whistle. “If I had any idea how beautiful you were, I'd never have taken no for an answer all those years."

  "But then we wouldn't have become friends like we are. You would have gotten what you wanted and dumped me, boobs or no."

  "Maybe now is the perfect time for us,” he said. “Especially since I've gained some maturity."

  "Maturity? I hadn't noticed. And you're taking an awful long time to get down to it. Derek didn't take this long."

  He pulled back with a tight smile. “Ah, Derek's paid tribute to your breasts, has he?” Alan mocked. “How could I hope to follow such a class act?"

  "Don't worry, Alan, I'll let you know how you rate.” His eyes turned to steel.

  Anger hovered in the air, dark and electric. Alan's face hardened, and for a moment, Nora thought he would go for the door. He tensed. She waited. Instead, he threw back his head and laughed.

  "I'll do my best, honey. I only hope I'll measure up to your exacting standards—yours and Derek's, I mean."

  Smug bastard. She'd hurt his pride, but did he think that no one in the world could make love better than him? Maybe she should take Alan down a few notches. This would be her only chance, since Derek hadn't gotten further than her breasts. Alan gazed in amusement.

  "So what did Derek do, if I might ask?"

  "He touched them, and it was nice."

  "Nice? That's the word you'd use, nice?"

  "Great, then,” Nora slammed. “So great, I could feel it to my toes!"

  "Bet I can make you feel it somewhere else, my little virgin."

  "I hate you, Alan.” The words had barely fallen from her lips before his thumbs started circling her nipples. A sigh of pleasure escaped before she could catch it.

  "See? I haven't even started,” he murmured, “and already, you're primed to pump."

  "What's that supposed to mean?"

  "It means that if I were to put my hand in your pants right now...” Alan held her eyes, slowly massaging her nipples as he talked.

  "And I were to push inside your sweet folds..."

  Nora managed the worst, most dangerous frown she was capable of making.

  "My fingers would come back chapped from how wet you are!” The smile he'd been holding burst into laughter.

  "Alan, you are the most vulgar man alive! I thought sex was supposed to be serious—lots of moaning and groaning, not laughing and joking."

  "I never know the women I'm with well enough to joke.” Alan turned serious now, in tone and expression. “But you inspire me, Nora. I want to be a better lover with you."

  His words spiked the pleasure that was already building. No lightness of mood could hide the fact that Nora's flesh was on fire, burning under his masterful touch. Her nipples were flushed deep rose from just his slightest attentions. He was merely stroking her breasts, but Alan was right, she could feel the moist aching between her thighs.

  "What feels good to you, Nora?"

  "Everything. You're setting my preferences, Alan. Whatever you do to me now will be what I'll always prefer."

  Alan didn't reply, but pressed his lips to hers in the first kiss they'd ever shared.

  His kiss was surprisingly shy; his lips swayed gentle on her mouth, moving lightly, angling for a perfect fit. He sought her bottom lip and pulled it between his, flicking his tongue within the soft rim. Nora sighed against him when he brushed his tongue over hers in a sweet, lingering caress before he released her. When her eyes fluttered open, he was gazing at her in wonder.

  "And I never kiss a woman like that, ever."

  "Why not? You do everything else."

  "I have sex with women, period. It's not an act of love. I don't share that kind of intimacy."

  "Okay ... well, let's move on then; what should we do next?"

  Alan's eyes dropped to her breasts, swelling with the force of her breathing. He smiled slightly, strangely. “Maybe we should concentrate on kissing tonight."

  "But you just said—” Something in Alan's face didn't allow her to finish. His eyes were guarded, and Nora could tell he was struggling. The kiss unnerved him, yet he wanted more.

  "I'd be honored for you to kiss me, Alan. But I should warn you, I'm quite good."

  "I already know that."

  Nora's eyes sparkled. “Here's an idea—why don't I run us a nice, hot bath? You can join me. I'll bet there's room for two in that old iron tub."

  "Are you crazy? If I get your hot, soapy body next to mine, do you think I'll be able to stop at kissing?"

  "Maybe that's all I'll let you do,” Nora said, as she led him down the hallway.

  "No, wait! I'm giving the lessons here—how did this get all turned around?” Alan groused, but followed her into the bathroom. Leaning against the doorframe, he shook his head when Nora invited him in. She opened the faucets full blast and water gushed from the tarnished brass spigot.

  Since she was already topless, Nora thought it would be fun to draw out the action as long as possible. Bending her head, she took a lime green towel from the rack and wound it to bind her hair. She hoped the color would make her eyes glow like emeralds—though Alan was not interested in her eyes.

  He was still transfixed by her breasts, and Nora ran her palms over her nipples and sighed before she unbuttoned her jeans. Alan sank to the floor without blinking, as steam filtered throughout the room.

  "Hope it doesn't get too hazy in here for you to wa
tch.” She poured some gold liquid into the tub that erupted in a mountain of bubbles. “Sandalwood—very masculine scent. In case you change your mind about the bath."

  She didn't wait for a reply since Alan's mouth gaped speechless. Remembering the little she'd seen of strippers, Nora turned her back while loosening her jeans. She worked the zipper down leisurely, notch by notch. She didn't hear him breathing anymore. She let her jeans fall to her ankles and kicked them aside, careful to give him a nice long look at her lacy panties before dropping them, too.

  Primping unnecessarily in the foggy mirror, Nora wiped away just enough to see Alan's reflected agony.

  "Turn around, Nora.” His voice was ragged with desire. “Let me see you."

  She turned slowly, deliberately. Alan had both thumbs jammed on either side of his zipper and was squeezing hard to keep himself under control. At Nora's stare, he pushed harder. “Don't do this to me,” he begged. “Ah, you look so ... perfect."

  Her self-consciousness dissolved at his awe. Nora had never stood naked in front of a man before, and imagined she'd feel a lot less confident than she did. Oh, Alan made it so easy for her, he was all but drooling.

  "Your hair is like flame,” he gasped, staring at her mound. “It's beautiful, so bright, and..."

  "Fiery? I've heard that one before."

  Alan looked at her questioningly.

  "Firebush—you know—I have red hair ... men just assume. You're the only one who knows for sure."

  "It is like fire; it's incredible,” he whispered. “Come closer, Nora. Let me touch you."

  Nora shifted until her pussy was within inches of his face before moving beyond reach and stepping into the tub. She sank down languorously. Her sigh of pleasure mingled with his groan of outrage.

  "I should have known there was some reason a girl like you would still be a virgin!"

  Smiling at his distress, Nora simply crooked a finger and beckoned him in. “The water's getting cold. Come in and heat it up for me, won't you?"

  "I'll damn well do that, Virgin Nora,” Alan said, yanking off both shoes and socks. “And when I get in there...” Next came the shirt, which he flung against the wall with some velocity. “...I don't expect to be teased."

  He undid his belt in record time. His erection was so formidable, he had to protect it with a hand before he dared unzip. Nora held her breath. When Alan stepped out of his jeans, he was naked.

  "Stop!” He froze mid-step.

  "Just give me a second to look at you.” Nora couldn't believe how perfectly perfect he actually was, all taut honey-colored flesh from head to toes. Yes, even his toes were flawless. And his cock was just plain amazing.

  "I didn't realize you were so big.” Nora's eyes grew wide as saucers.

  His humor improved quickly. “I'm not that big. Just over average, I'd say.” But the pride in his voice betrayed the truth. Alan was well hung and knew it. Hundreds of women had probably told him. Had probably moaned it.

  "You are a sight.” Nora shook her head in wonder. “I have to be the luckiest woman alive at this moment.” He'd probably heard that a hundred times before, too.

  If he had, he didn't show it. Her praise seemed to genuinely please him. As he stepped over the side of the tub, Nora caught a fleeting look at the dark sacs between his legs. Very mysterious; she'd have to examine them later.

  Alan settled in at the opposite end, facing her. His height made it hard to negotiate even a generously sized tub. Leaning back, he stuck one foot on her lap, while the other one burrowed beneath her buttocks and wiggled.

  "You've got a great ass, Nora, my toes never lie."

  "Had them up lots of women's asses, have you?"

  "I've never been in a tub with a woman before,” Alan said. “I think you have some mistaken ideas about one-night stands. For one thing, they don't last all night, there's no loving preliminaries, no basking afterglows. I'm as much in the dark as you are about all this romantic stuff."

  "So you'd consider toes-on-women's-butts romantic?"

  "I'd say yes. It's pretty intimate, don't you think?"

  "Intimate to me means having sex, Alan."

  "You're wrong there, but I hope you never find that out. This is far more intimate than I've ever been with anyone."

  "It's uncomfortable for you, isn't it? That's why you're not all over me like you should be."

  His laugh reverberated off the tile walls. “Give me a break, Nora! I want to do this right; it's important."

  "Just do whatever you have to do so it doesn't hurt. That's all I ask—no pain."

  "Well, I've never been with a virgin before."

  Nora almost jumped from the tub. “What? You must be joking! Here I thought you were this paragon of sexual expertise, and all you keep telling me is you haven't done this or that. What the hell have you done that's going to do me any good?"

  Alan was doubled at the waist laughing. He was in hysterics. His arms motioned for Nora to sit back down, and reluctantly, she did. He rose to his knees and held her shoulders as if he were afraid she would bolt before he finished laughing.

  "Stay, Nora,” he said, patting her shoulders. “I'll do better, I promise.” Saying that only made him laugh harder.

  Nora was doing a slow boil at his glee. “Aren't you just the funniest thing, Alan Price? It's damned amazing you've ever had sex the way you spend all your time laughing instead of fucking."

  That set him off again. “I ... I ... never...” he sputtered.

  "Let me guess—you've never laughed like this with other women, right?” Nora was fuming now, and seriously thought about leaving Alan to drown in his own hilarity. But she had invested too much into this enterprise to let it go without a fight.

  While Alan was trying to recover, she reached out and took his balls in her hand. That, at least, clogged his laughter immediately.

  "These are interesting,” she said, as she pulled them first to one side and then the other.

  "Easy there, you got my life in your hands right now."

  "I need to be tender with these?"

  "Tender, very tender,” he wheezed.

  He moved Nora's hand and laid it on his chest. She could feel his heart thumping a wild rhythm. Leaning forward, he kissed her, winding his arms around her waist, letting them slip to her buttocks. His fingers slid over the firm curves, sweeping delicately over the crease.

  Alan's kiss was an intoxicating pleasure. Wildly arousing, yet poignant at the same time. He said he seldom kissed that way, and what a shame since he was so excellent at it. Covering her lips with a sigh, his tongue slid past her teeth with a deep hunger to explore her mouth completely. Their breaths mingled as his tongue stroked eagerly, first soft and curious, now deep and thrusting. He suckled her tongue, urging her to join in the sensual foray.

  Her tongue played against his, stroking and parrying, taking in taste and texture, until she took possession of his mouth fully and completely. All Alan could do was hold on and moan, his fingers kneading her behind urgently. She liked being in charge, enjoyed the feeling of Alan capitulating to her skill. Nora might be a virgin, but she was no novice kisser; in minutes, she had him trembling. Then, pleading.

  "We've got to stop,” he gasped. “You don't understand ... please?"

  "Why should we stop? This is what we're supposed to be doing."

  "Too quick, it's too quick,” he said.

  Alan was to the absolute breaking point. Impossibly, his penis was even bigger and harder than it had been when last Nora had looked. Rivulets of soapsuds flowed from the valley of his groin, the blonde pubic hair now stained water-dark brown. His cock stood flushed and trembling, painfully stiff.

  Nora wasn't sure what she was feeling but it was something instinctual, her body was drawn to his almost magnetically. She had to touch him. Rubbing up against him elicited a deep groan. He set his jaw firm, bracing for Nora to do her worst.

  Instead, she handed him a bar of soap and smiled. He might have sighed in relief; at any rate,
he took the soap and began rubbing her in small whorls. His other hand found a washcloth and scrubbed softly. She marveled that Alan could be so nurturing. He bore no resemblance to his musician counterpart; the one who commanded on stage, the one who chose his lovers from the dozens willing.

  Working the washcloth over her breasts, he made her sigh. His fingers pinched her nipples lightly and Nora's back arched in desire. His lips nuzzled her neck, sending another burst of longing up her spine. She clung to him as he kept up his ministrations, limp with desire. He eased her into a kiss as he grazed the washcloth over hips and thighs. She tensed when he skimmed it between her thighs. A wave of heat flashed from her insides out. “Oh,” she said, and Alan pulled away.

  "I'm just going to wash you, Nora. I won't do anything else before you're ready, I promise.” Dangling the soapy cloth in front of her, he nodded before continuing. She rolled her lips in concentration as he worked the warm, rough cloth between her legs.

  Alan studied her every response. He seemed fascinated. When he touched an especially sensitive spot, she flinched in spite of herself. “Do you want me to touch you there again?” His voice was low, thick with emotion.

  "No, it feels ... too much."

  "I can fix that,” he whispered. “Can I get rid of the cloth, and do the rest by hand? It's better for those hard-to-reach spots."

  Nora knew what was coming, yet never expected the electricity that buzzed through her the instant Alan touched her. Closing her eyes, she leaned against him, burrowing her face in the refuge of his neck. His masculine scent rose to her nostrils like steam, so musky and feral it made her gasp. She burned now to have him inside her.

  "Shhh, it's fine. Everything is just the way it should be, darling."

  Falling, Nora caught herself in alarm as Alan eased her back in the tub. Her spine held to the curve of the tub, Alan beside her, on her, his elbows corralling her. Hungry and hard, he laved her nipples with an intensity that stunned her. The water splashed at her waist, across his golden back as he sucked the hard tip of her breast until Nora felt her entire body become unglued. Warm and liquid, her bones dissolved like gelatin.

  His hand slid between her legs, cupping her mound as his fingers explored lower. The force he exerted was exquisite, a sensual pain that grew into hot pleasure as he pushed evenly on her clit. Nora's head swam in ecstasy.