Fan Girl (7 page)

Nope. I know those tattoos. I have backlit posters of famous people’s art on the walls of my shop. His chest and back are up there. He’s got black scrollwork with blue accents on one side of his chest, down his right arm and all the way across his upper back, tapering off the lower it goes. On his left arm is more tribal design.

How in the HELL did I manage to get into Deklan Thomas’ hotel room?!
I stare wide-eyed at him as his eyes are roaming my body. “Holy shit,” he whispers.
That is so my line.
His eyes seem to be florescent green, they’re so bright. His dark hair is done in a James Dean roll on top of his head and he’s clean shaven. His cheekbones and jaw are so sharp he looks like a model.

I start to feel lightheaded so I take a deep breath. Deklan gets on his hands and knees and prowls up the bed to me. His muscles all flex and loosen as he moves. I am fascinated. His forearms are veined and corded with muscles. I can see the band on his underwear sticking out of his black pants.

When he gets to me, I breathe in.  That perfect scent again. Of course he would wear it. He lies beside me, leaning on his forearm, with one hip on the bed. His other hand palms the side of my face, moving me toward him. I go willingly, because this is like some dream that I’m going to wake up from.

This man, that I’ve harbored a crush on for over ten years, is finally noticing me. And he’s still the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, that’s for damn sure. He brings our lips slowly together, and it’s the best kiss in the history of kisses. I see bright lights in different colors behind my eyes. It’s close mouthed, no tongues, but it doesn’t even matter. Deklan pulls back, and I open my eyes to see the colors are on his skin too.

“Happy New Year,” he tells me in a deep growl before swooping down and plundering my mouth.
Right, fireworks
.

He leans further onto my body, sliding his hand under my knee, and raising my leg until it rests on his hip. Then he slowly glides his hand up my leg, hesitating on my thigh before diving under my skirt, gathering the hem and sliding it over my butt. I feel his fingers flex on my ass as he rocks into me and groans.

Deklan moves his hand higher until he gets to the band of my black thong. He traces light fingertips over my hip, then back again. I could die right now, and it would be fantastic. Suddenly he sits up on his knees and reaches behind me to slip the dress over my shoulders, using the fact that it’s backless to his advantage. There’s only one lamp on the nightstand, casting shadows, giving off little more than what a glow from a candle would, and bathing us in a golden field.

As he lifts it, the sleeves are tight so they have to be peeled off. When I’m lying on the bed in nothing but a thong and shiny silver shoes, he moves between my legs. My knees are raised, but together, and he puts his hands in between my legs, applying slight pressure in his request, “Open for me baby.” I take a deep breath and relax my muscles, opening myself up to his hips. His knees widen and slide under my legs until they’re on either side of my hips.

Deklan raises his chest and his lust filled eyes follow his hands as they move over my body. From my knees, up to my thighs, over my hips and across stomach muscles that twitch in response. I can feel the callouses on his hands, the marks of any good musician, and the tiny hairs on my body raise in response, making me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt. He lightly runs them over my nipples, then across my shoulders, before palming the back of my head with both hands and lifting me up. My legs instinctively tighten on his hips, and I grab onto his flexed biceps, squeezing tight as he brings our faces together again.

Okay that was the Hottest. Thing. Ever. As I squeeze my legs tighter, it brings our bodies flush together, and I gasp. Since I’m not wearing much of anything, I can feel that he’s definitely turned on. He’s sitting on his heels, with his knees spread. I’m on top of him but he’s so big our heads are level with each other. He gives half a smile before rolling his hips and kissing me again. I think this is the only time I would be able to be eye level with him. Or lip level, as it were.

One hand leaves my hair to grip the small of my back, pulling me into him. Our cores connect, and we moan into each other’s mouths as we do it again and again. I feel like I can’t breathe so I break the kiss by turning my head, and Deklan seizes the opportunity to kiss down my neck. He finds a sensitive spot behind my ear that I’ve never noticed before, and I shiver. I feel his teeth as he smiles and continues to trace that spot over and over with his tongue. I shiver again and rock harder against him. One of my hands is around his neck, and the other is holding on to his flexed bicep.

He finally moves on, right before I turn into a puddle, and works his way down. First to my collarbone, then to my breasts. I gasp loudly as he sucks a nipple into his mouth and flicks it with his tongue ring repeatedly. He releases it with a pop, then moves to the other nipple to do the same thing. I buck up against him as he lightly bites the tip instead of letting it go, and he groans deep in his throat.

Deklan lays me down, bringing both of his arms under my arms causing my breasts to plump up. Propped up with his elbows on either side of me, he gazes into my eyes for a half second, before letting himself down onto me. He’s now between my legs, with his stomach flush against mine.

He feasts on me like he’s starving, and I watch, because I’m not crazy. Deklan, of my dreams, is between my legs, and I’m not going to miss a second. His eyes stay on me too, as he molds my breasts with his hands, and flicks the tips with his tongue ring before sucking them into his mouth. His cheeks hollow out, and I think I get why guys think that’s so hot now. I’m fighting the urge for my eyes to roll back in my head as sensation runs down to my core.

Deklan moves down my stomach and tongues my belly ring, dipping his tongue into my navel again and again. I’m out of breath way before he gets to my underwear. He tips his head to the side and slowly pulls them down my legs with the straps hooked in his thumbs. He isn’t moving to get out of the way of my legs, so to speed things along, I bend my knees so get them off. I struggle to remove them from my heels, but when I try to lower my legs, Deklan catches the back of my thighs in his hands and holds them straight up.

Lifting my head to see what he’s doing, I feel his grip get tight on my thighs, then press them up against my chest. I gasp when I feel his lips on my lips… down there. Then he’s making out with me again, just with a different part of my body this time. He places hot, wet, open-mouth kisses all over where I need him to. My eyes roll back as sparks fly through me.

He finally spreads my legs and throws my stiletto covered feet over his shoulders, pulling me by the hips into his mouth. I squirm until he gets his tongue ring under my clit and sucks. A squeak escapes as I try to scream but can’t get enough air. Deklan rides it out until the last wave is gone from my body, and I really am a puddle. He gives me one more kiss and then brings his head up to mine. I can see his lips and chin are shiny with my juices, and I shiver.

“See how good you taste baby?” he asks me before kissing me again.

My mind is blown. He groans when I suck his bottom lip into my mouth. I feel one of his hands disappear from the side of me and then the other arm is gone too and he’s sitting up. I look down my body at him, and see he’s got his belt undone and has already pulled a condom from his wallet. He’s watching me as he tosses it to the side of the bed and unzips his zipper.

He slides off the end of the bed, then pushes his black boxer briefs off too. I swallow hard. Okay, I know I’m not a virgin, but it must be noted that I don’t remember my first and only experience. One thing I do know is that was years ago and there was no way that other guy was as big as Deklan. He’s HUGE... and long. I don’t know how this is going to work.

I look back up to his face to see him watching me as he licks his lips. He moves until he’s got his knees just under my hips, legs spread. He looks down and starts using his fingers to rub me, getting me turned on again.
As if I ever wasn’t.
It’s magical. Really it’s the look on his face that does it. His eyes are hooded and his cheeks are flushed as he watches his fingers play me. His lips are red and when he swallows his adam’s apple bobs. It’s
all
sexy.

When I arch my back and make a sound in the back of my throat, he reaches for the condom and rips it open with his teeth. As he slides it down his length he rubs the covered tip over my clit in a circle. He positions himself and lifts my hips off the bed to pull me onto him. My breath catches and I wildly think,
what position is this?

Deklan goes slow, which I’m thankful for because he is huge. We both watch where our bodies are connected as he pulls me closer to him, taking it slow. There’s no pain at all, it’s just an intensely full feeling, like I couldn’t possibly stretch any more. Deklan’s teeth are clenched, and I see a muscle twitch in his jaw. His chest and arms are covered in a light sheen of sweat making him glisten.

I feel a gush that lets him slide in a little easier, before I tighten around him.

He looks up at me. “What?” he asks me softly with hair in his eyes, still gently sliding us both together.

What, I don’t know what?
My brain blips for a second. He wants to know what got me hotter. I shake my head. “Nothing, just you.” He smiles before looking down and biting his already red bottom lip between perfectly straight white teeth.

He whispers, “Almost there, baby. You gonna be able to take it all?”

I have no freaking idea. It’s like I can already feel him in my lungs. I give a tiny nod, anyway.

He swallows again before taking a deep breath, “You’re so tight, we have to take this slow first to get to where I want to be.”

I ask him breathlessly, “Where do you want to be?”

He pierces me with his glowing green eyes. “I wanna fuck you so hard…” I stop breathing and he looks back down before adding, “But we aren’t there yet.” Two more thrusts and he’s all the way inside me. He holds my hips still and looks up at me, then without pulling out of me, rolls his hips. My breath catches as I feel him rubbing against my clit, but also giving me time to adjust to his size. He rolls his hips, still fully inside of me, each time getting me wetter, sending me closer to the edge. He watches my face, and I watch him. He’s like a Chippendale’s dancer, you know those guys can get a girl off. Finally he grips my hips stronger before pulling himself out then sliding back in. Then he pulls out a little more until his thrusts are full. There’s something… I can feel a building pressure up top but don’t know what it is.

My legs are shaking from being spread for so long. He grabs my hands from where they were clutching the sheet and pushes them over my head. He holds my wrists and straightens his legs out, keeping our bodies connected on the way down. Now his face is close to mine, and I can feel his breath on my cheek. He grips my wrists with one hand, grabs an ass cheek with the other and pulls me up. “Move with me, baby.”

Right. I should participate.
I move my hips like I do when I’m dancing and he groans, pulling me tighter, then thrusting again.

The friction on top of the rolling he does at the end of every thrust is sending sparks throughout my whole body. He finally releases my hands, and I plunge them into his hair, pulling his mouth down to mine. We gasp and move together. Letting go of one ass cheek he rests his forearm next to my head then grabs my other cheek with the free hand. He uses his elbow on the outside of my leg to pull my knee up a little higher and the changed angle makes me shriek. My body flashes hot, and I can feel the pores all over my body break out in sweat. He pulls his head back to search my face, his eyes now a deep green. “Yeah? Right there?” he asks me and does it again.

I let out the same shrill sound. He makes a humming sound in his throat and goes to work fucking me. I dig my nails into his back and hold on.

In about sixty seconds, I’m falling apart again. Deklan is thrusting hard and fast. He puts a hand where my thigh meet my torso, pulling me into him as he buries his head in my neck, keeping his weight on his knees and an arm by my head, groaning out his orgasm. Even though he’s all the way inside of me, he pushes more without withdrawing, like he’s trying to burrow into my body. He does it over and over until he’s spent. It takes a while to get our breath back but then Deklan slowly pulls out of me and rolls over. I watch him slide the condom off, curious because I’ve never seen it done before… that I can remember. He tosses it over toward a trash can by the bed.

I don’t see where it lands because there’s a silver barbell in the middle of his dick that has caught my attention. It’s vertical and must be called the G-spot search and rescue. I point to it, “That’s genius.”

He rolls on his side with his head resting on his bicep and laughs. “It takes more than the piercing for it to work.”

I shake my head tiredly. “I don’t doubt that.”

He laughs again, puts his arm around my waist and closes his eyes. I look down at the arm around me. It’s the one that only has tattoos to the elbow. The more I look at it, the more I see. They’re tribal chickens! All meshed together so it’s hard to tell where one ends and another begins, but I can clearly see one that’s wrapped around his elbow. It’s the lowest one. Freaking chickens.