Undone, Volume 2 (25 page)

“He’s the sexiest
fucking man on the whole fucking planet,” a girl next to me
exclaimed with her tongue practically lolling out onto the floor. I
wanted to tell her to roll that tongue right back up into her mouth,
that was my man. But I really had to agree, he was the sexiest
fucking man on the whole fucking planet. The way that unbuttoned
shirt teased the crowd, sometimes slipping down one of his broad,
tattooed, muscular shoulders. The shoulders I’d bit and dug my
nails into. The way he thrust his hips, rolling them, probably
sending half the audience into heat. It was worse knowing how good it
felt when he did that hard rocketing straight into me.

By the time they’d
finished their set, I’d practically melted into a puddle on the
damn floor. Ash rushed off, electric adrenaline practically shooting
off of him. A guy took his guitar from him, another removed his
microphone, and another handed him a towel, but he locked his eyes on
me and never looked away. He grabbed my hand and pulled me, fast and
urgent, through the backstage crowd and into a room for the band.

“You’re driving me
crazy!” He dragged me in and locked the door after us. “Dancing
backstage in that dress.” He was on me in an instant, his lips
crushing mine, licking, sucking, biting down my throat. What did I
do? I did what every woman and half the men in that audience had
wanted to do for the last hour and a half. I reached up, grabbed that
damn shirt and ripped it right off of him, baring his magnificent
chest for me to devour.

I sank into him like a
starving woman, running my tongue along his pecs, licking the hollow
of his neck. He tasted like salt and man, all power and sex.

He grabbed my hips and
pulled me with him, over where he leaned back against a table. “Are
you worked up, Ana?” he growled in that low, sexy voice he’d just
used to make thousands of people go wild.

“Yes!” I growled
right back, grinding my hips into him. My dress was short enough that
his hands instantly found my bare upper thighs, then pulled it up for
more. After having watched him on stage, felt his magnetic presence,
let him get me worked up the way he did everyone, I couldn’t
believe I got to sink my teeth into him. So I did just that, right at
his shoulder, the one he’d occasionally flashed to the crowd. Now
it was mine.

“Yeah, that’s it.”
He pressed me against him, loving every second of it. He pushed my
panties to the side and found my wet heat, melting liquid for him.
“Oh, you want it, don’t you, Ana? You want my cock?”

“Yes!” Hands down
at the waistband of his pants, I tore at them. I could see the bulge
of him, pressing against the leather. He’d been teasing us all with
that. Teasing time was over.

“Do you want to come
on my cock, Ana?”

“Yes!” Finally, I
got his pants unzipped, finally down off of him and wrapped my hands
around the most delicious cock I’d ever fantasized about in my
life. “Ash, I need you.”

“That’s right,”
he groaned as I stroked him, admiring his long, thick shaft. He was
so big and knew exactly what to do with every inch.

“I need you inside
me.” I grasped him more firmly now, swirling a drop of precome
around his wide crown.

“Ride my cock, baby.”
He rested back against the table and watched as I stripped off my
panties, stepping out of them in my heels. He took out a condom and
rolled it out over his length. Then he brought a large hand to my
thigh and helped me straddle him, bringing my wet sex right up to
where I needed it. I stood up at my full height, a hand at his
shoulder to steady myself.

Looking him full in the
eye, I impaled my wet pussy down over his rock-hard cock.

“Ash!” I called
out, throwing my head back at how much he filled me, the intense
stretch of his huge shaft going into me deep.

“More,” he bit out,
and I realized I hadn’t taken him all the way in, not yet. I
straddled him wider and sank myself down full into his lap, taking
him in to the hilt. I screamed out at the feel, almost painful, as he
pushed into me so deep.

“Ride me, baby.”
Ash brought his hands to my hips and I couldn’t have stayed still
if I’d tried. I didn’t try. I wanted to move so I did, thrusting
myself against him, working myself up and down his long, hard cock. I
could angle him exactly right so he hit my sweet spot every time. I
panted as I worked, sinking myself down onto him again and again.

“Use my cock, Ana.”
Ash panted, sweaty, watching me work my pussy along his slick length
again and again. “I want you to make yourself come on my cock.”

Grunting, I clung onto
him for leverage, straddling him wide and moving faster. Pushing the
strap of my dress to the side, he took my breast out so he could
squeeze it in his large hand. I moaned as I bucked against him,
frenzied.

“So hot, you like
this.” With one hand at my waist, Ash kept his eyes fixed on where
our bodies joined, where my slick juices lubricated our fucking. I’d
never felt so crazed, so uninhibited, so overcome with animal lust. I
was using his cock just like he’d told me and it felt so good.

Fixated on my pussy
coming down again and again on his huge cock, Ash asked me, husky,
“Are you my little slut, Ana? Are you my slut for me, getting off
on my cock?”

“Yes,” I moaned, so
close, the throbbing in my sex pushing me so close.

“Say it,” he
demanded.

“I’m your slut,
Ash!” I cried, thrusting down on him. He squeezed my breast hard
and dug his fingers into my ass, pushing me down even harder.

“Show me,” he
commanded.

When I came, it felt
like every fantasy I’d ever had engulfing me, backstage with this
rock god, and together we exploded. He clasped his hand over my mouth
as I screamed, muffling my cries of ecstasy as I felt him shudder and
come inside of me. He buried his mouth in my neck, on my throat, a
visceral, guttural groan coming out of him as he brought his cock up
deep, so deep inside of me.

A knock sounded on the
door. Panting, the roaring tide still rushing around us, we both
still heard it.

“One minute, Ash.”

That’s right. He
still had more of his show to do. He’d finished his set, but still
there was more. And I played a starring role.

“You know what’s
next?” he asked me. He brought his forehead against mine and we sat
there, panting, our faces so close together. I nodded.

“Are you ready?” he
asked me. I pulled back and we looked into each other’s eyes. But
before I could answer, there was another knock.

“OK, coming,” Ash
answered. He helped me climb off of him and pointed out where I’d
flung my panties, over in the corner.

“Thanks,” I said as
I hustled over to put them on.

“I always try to be a
gentleman.” Ash winked at me and I had to laugh as he buttoned up
his leather pants and I straightened out my sparkly dress after our
nasty, dirty, backstage quickie.

We stepped out and Lola
stood there next to the bouncer who’d summoned us. Her eyes shot
out daggers.

“Christ! Look at
you!” She was talking to me. It didn’t matter if Ash Black had
the just-fucked look, but I was supposed to be a goddamned librarian.
Lola snapped her fingers up in the air. Two ladies came at her beck
and call. “Tame it!” she demanded and they set to work on my
hair, brushing and combing and spraying while also moving me toward
the stage with Ash.

One of the girls
whispered in my ear, “Is he as good as he looks?”

The other girl answered
for me. “I’ve heard he’s huge. Aimee had him last year.”

Oh, that felt great. I
wondered how many women had shared my Ash in the past? How many would
in the future? But now wasn’t the time for wondering, now was the
time to stand up in front of thousands and put on a show.

“You ready?” Ash
took my hand, looking into my eyes. I wish I could say that
everything else fell away as I stared into his twin pools of liquid
love. But that wouldn’t be true. I was about to go out on stage in
front of tens of thousands of people. I felt like I was going to
throw up. But I swallowed and nodded yes, even though I really felt
like yelling, “No!”

But then it happened.
He pulled me out on my wobbling legs onto the stage. The band was
already in place, just like Lola had told me. Everything was going as
planned.

“Sorry to keep you
all waiting,” Ash spoke into the microphone he had attached to his
earpiece, apologizing to his screaming fans. “I couldn’t keep my
lady waiting. If you know what I mean.”

The crowd roared its
bawdy approval and my cheeks turned a bright shade of scarlet because
not only had he just made a dirty reference to me, it was 100% true.

“Tonight’s a big
night! It’s New Year’s Eve, people!” The crowd went wild. I
stood, deer in headlights, a broad fake smile plastered to my face.
Ash was as natural as I’d ever seen him, though, talking to the
huge audience like it was no big deal. Like he wasn’t being
photographed and videotaped and viewed by thousands, make that
millions by the time this video spent some time up on YouTube.

“Now how many of you
have heard about my girl, Ana?” He held up my hand, making me step
forward with him in the spotlight. Thankfully, he then wrapped his
arm securely around my waist, propping me up. I wondered if he could
tell how close I was to toppling over.

“She’s too good for
me, I know that. But tonight, I have a very special question I want
to ask her.” The crowd’s fevered pitched cranked up another notch
I hadn’t even thought possible.

Then Ash bent down on
one knee. We were flanked by four huge cameras trained right on us
with their wide, black, blank lenses. I broke out in a sweat,
trembling, feeling the seconds drag on, endless.

Ash took out a box and
held it in the palm of his hand. Then he lifted up the top. Two
cameramen rushed in to get an up-close shot. With so many flashing
lights, the sparkles and shimmers practically shot off of the rock.

Ash looked up at me.
Speaking clearly, he asked the question, “Ana, will you marry me?”

Right then, more than
anything I wanted off that stage. It suddenly felt like everything
was too much, the ring, the crowd, the cameramen, even the calm and
composed way in which Ash displayed our fake romance. That was all
this was, a big, public display for his image, and yet I’d just
climbed up and humped him backstage like a monkey in heat.

A flicker of nerves
passed over Ash’s face. “She’s making me wait,” he told the
crowd.

Right, I was supposed
to respond. I nodded my head like a good girl. “Yes,” I
whispered. They hadn’t fixed me up with a headset, though. Smart of
them. They knew I was a wildcard.

So Ash had to announce
it. “She said yes, people!” he declared to thunderous roars of
approval. He took my hand and pushed a ring with a gigantic,
cockroach-sized diamond sticking out of it onto my finger. He held it
up for the cameras.

I might have managed to
still smile. If I did, it was merely because I could no longer feel
my face. Whatever expression had been on it a minute or so ago was
the one I still had on, might have on for the rest of the night. I
didn’t see this shock wearing off any time soon.

“You’ve made me a
happy man!” he exclaimed to me, for the crowd, then sent me packing
with a kiss so he could launch into a few more songs.

I stumbled off the
stage, my legs wooden, my head throbbing. Lola was there to meet me.
I was now wearing a nice chunk of the Ash Black asset portfolio.

“Don’t you fucking
lose that,” she said with a smile, her arm around me protectively.
“Look, don’t touch, ladies.” She offered my hand up like I was
a marionette to the surrounding throng of groupies, all clustered
around to see my rock.

“I’m so jealous I
could kill you!” one of them exploded in admiration.

“I hate you!”
another offered.

“Thanks,” I
managed. With friends like these…

Lola posed me for a few
photos, displaying my rock. I felt like a Barbie doll in the hands of
a five-year-old, only we were having much less fun.

“You’re doing
good,” she encouraged me as she swept me down into an after-party.
“Now work the crowd. Show me you’re worth every penny.”

Ick. Now I felt like a
pole dancer with a twenty stuffed into my thong.

“Ash’ll be here in
a few,” Lola told me as she disappeared into the crowd.

So many celebrities, so
little time. Had I thought I’d seen some big names earlier? That
was before the show. Now, things really exploded. Faces from TV,
movies, hip hop stars, popstars, a few guys I figured had to be
professional basketball players, nearly seven feet tall and built
like brick shithouses.

“Ten, nine, eight!”
the crowd started chanting. It was seconds away from midnight. Ash
must still be on stage, counting it down with the fans.

“I want to kiss Ash’s
girl!” a girl in a tiny scrap of a dress squealed.

“No, I want to!”
another girl in an even tinier scrap of a dress bitch-slapped her
rival across the face and leaned in as she screamed “Two! One!”

Amidst the din of horns
and yells of “Happy New Year!”, she puckered, pressed in close
and planted a big one on me.

“Girl on girl!” a
guy next to us called out with glee. The woman trying to have her way
with me wrapped her hands around my waist. Somehow, I twisted out of
her grip, lurching to the side and away into the crowd. Streamers and
confetti fell from the ceiling. Every face looked familiar but yet
there was no one I knew.

A cold hand reached out
and grasped my wrist. I flinched, wondering if it was the girl, back
for more.

It wasn’t. It was
former
American Idol
winner singing sensation Mandy Monroe.

“Hello, Anika.” She
smiled at me, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. When people used
my full name Anika, it almost never meant anything good. Occasionally
my mother would use it kindly, but it usually heralded the beginning
of a long inquisition about something I’d done wrong. My Uncle Yuri
used it from time-to-time in a neutral manner, as in, “Could you
pass the herring, Anika?” And, come to think of it, Ash had called
me Anika a few times in a good way. But out of Mandy’s sneering,
cherry red lips, I could tell it did not bode well.