Normally, Seth didn’t respond to orders -- he was the one giving them.But in this case, he was only too happy to comply.He watched her gaze lock on to his hands at his fly, following his movements as he released his throbbing erection.Her lips parted and her little pink tongue darted out to dab at her lower lip.
“Ah… I think my little Scarlett likes what she sees.”Seth couldn’t resist taunting her just a little.
“Of course I like what I see,” she fired back without hesitation.“It’s a big hard cock, and I’m horny.”She lifted one pale shoulder.“What’s not to like?”
Burn.
Seth couldn’t stop the scowl.“You think any dick would do?”He stepped closer to her, taking his shaft in his fist.“I bet it’s me you think of when you’re like this.I’m guessing it’s why you didn’t make even the slightest effort to close your legs to me when I burst in here.Youwantme.Dream about me night and day.”He tilted his head at her.“Is it why you’ve stuck around us all these years?Just to be close to me?”
“Fucker!”she spat, her fingers going so deep part of her hand stretched her little pussy.Scarlett arched to her hand, her other one going to her tits, pinching and tugging her nipples to his avid gaze.“You’re delusional.I stayed because I love the music.I want SnowFyer to succeed because the music is exceptional.You’re just a small part of that.”
“Maybe,” he acknowledged.“But I’m willing to bet you watch me every single day you’re here.”Seth pumped his shaft, moving to stand over her, so close he could come on her if she let him.“I bet you hungered for this --” he indicated his cock “-- like you hungered for your next breath.”
“You know what I think?I think you’re projecting your own need onto me.Just standing there jacking off wishing you could sink yourself balls-deep inside my pussy.”She gave him a little smirk.“You want me.”
He didn’t bother to deny it.He did want her and hoped like hell she wanted him too.Still, he managed to slide her a grin.“But do I want you as much as you want me?”
“You want me more.You can barely keep your hands off me.”She arched her hips, raising them to him as if in offering.“I bet right now you’re wondering what would happen if you reached out and touched me.Where would you want to go most?My tits?”She squeezed one roughly.“My pussy?”She pulled her fingers from herself and sucked them one at a time like she was licking a sticky treat from them.“Or maybe you’d just like to kiss me.To thrust your tongue inside my mouth like you’d do with your cock inside my pussy.”
His hand worked his cock faster.He had to.If not, he might just give in to the graphic images she painted.“Perhaps,” he bit out.“But I bet you’re wondering what my cock tastes like.Right now, you’re debating whether or not to take the head between your lips and suck the precome out of my dick.Hell, I bet you even crave to swallow me down and take every single drop of sticky come down your throat.”
Her lips parted on a gasp as she shoved her fingers back inside herself.Her other hand slid under her rounded cheeks to find her puckered anus.She circled her opening before using moisture leaking from her pussy to lubricate her finger and slide it slowly inside.
“Ah, that’s it, little hell hound,” he praised, never letting up on his shaft as he stood over her.“Are you imagining my cock in your pussy?Or in your ass?”
“Who says I’m imagining it’s you at all?Could be a random guy.Or someone I saw in a porno.”
He chuckled, though he sounded strained to his own ears.“You’re imagining me.Maybe me in your ass while I work your pussy with that dildo you threw at me.”
“Maybe I’m imagining using both dildos on myself.Who says I need a man to fill me up?I’m doing quite well by myself.”
“Sure,” he agreed.“But it’s much more intense when the experience is shared.I think you know that.”
“Just like you want to come when I do?Is that a shared experience?”
“Come with me.Find out.”Seth tried his best to keep the command out of his voice, to make it an enticement instead of an order, but he was very much afraid he failed.However she took it, he saw the exact moment she decided to take him up on his dare.
“Fucker,” she bit out again.“Doesn’t mean,” she gasped, “I want you,” again, “to fuck me.”Scarlett panted several more times, looking from his face to his fist as he pumped his dick over her.“Do it,” she hissed.“Do it!”
Seth felt his balls tighten painfully, preparing to jettison his come across her pale body.Just as he began to ejaculate, Scarlett let loose a scream, her hips bucking convulsively as her own orgasm overtook her.Hot, sticky come exploded from him, painting her skin liberally.Marking her as his.
Her torso bore his seed, pooling in her belly button and the little dip at her neck, and he couldn’t prevent himself from reaching to cup around her hand where her fingers were buried inside herself to catch any of her own come dripping from her pussy.As her tremors lessened, Seth brought his hand to his lips, tasting her liquid heat he’d managed to gather.Then he snagged her wrist, bringing her hand to his face, rubbing it over his shadowed jaw.Marking himself with her come the same way he’d marked her with his.
For long moments they stared at one another, neither of them able to get the upper hand in their contest of wills.Both panted as if they’d run a race.Both sweated with exertion.
Finally, Scarlett jerked her chin at the door.“Get out.And figure out a way to close the fucking door.”
* * *
The next day had Scarlett tied in knots.Not only was she getting ready to make her first professional appearance, but she couldn’t focus on anything other than Seth.
She wanted him.She’d always wanted him, but now the need was so necessary she was afraid she’d beg him.Add to that this performance, and she was a nervous wreck.
As always, she turned to tuning her guitar to settle her mind and calm herself down.She had her main instrument in her dressing room with her -- the double-neck twelve-string and six-string with standard tuning.She also had two guitars with her first alternate tuning, and one guitar with a second alternate tuning.The last six-string was a universal back up with an electronic tuner so she could easily and quickly tune it to anything she needed.Five guitars -- all but the one in her hands in stands on stage waiting for her.Two hours that would be the most important of her musical life.
She took a deep breath and set aside her guitar.It was time to get into costume.Hair, make-up, and, of course, leather were all a must.For this concert, she’d chosen a leather outfit custom made for her.The pants and plunging, lace-up top were the same fiery red as her hair.
The top fastened tightly just above her navel and was held together with laces that crisscrossed up her torso.Her breasts gave the illusion of being barely held in place by the laces, and her nipples were just barely concealed by the eyelet holding the laces, but in reality the outfit was very tight and moved with her body perfectly.Besides, her breasts were small enough to show an abundance of cleavage without overflowing.But, just to be extra careful -- she had to be able to move on stage and this outfit just screamed “wardrobe malfunction” no matter how confident she was in its ability to hold her -- she had pasties the same color as the outfit covering her nipples.It was a tank style with no sleeves so she had freedom of movement without stretching the garment too much.
