She stood from the velvet couch, smoothing the hem of her dress. “Alright, that’s my cue,” she said, turning to Kelly. “Let’s head out before sunrise creeps up on us.”
Kelly, currently straddling the drummer’s lap, looked up through heavy-lidded eyes, grinning. “Oh, babe, you can go. But I’m staying.”
The drummer, smirking, ran a hand down Kelly’s thigh. “Yeah. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her.”
Kylee rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out. “You better. Or she’ll ruin your life in the morning.”
She turned toward the door, grabbing her clutch only to find Rio already there, blocking the exit with that same easy, magnetic confidence.
“You sure you want to leave?” he asked, his voice husky from the whiskey and hours of performing.
“Come back to the hotel with me. I promise, no expectations. Just... don’t end the night alone.”
His gaze held hers, soft but relentless, like he already knew the answer and was just waiting for her to admit it.
Kylee’s breath caught. Her body begged her to say yes. Every part of her ached to be reckless, to let go, to forget. Jake had broken his vows in the cruelest way. Why couldn’t she even thescore? But her heart still had walls. They may have been cracked and weathered, but they were still standing.
She gave a small, sad smile. “I can’t,” she whispered, more to herself than him. “Even if he didn’t respect what we had... I still do.”
Rio searched her eyes, then nodded, like he respected her more for walking away. “No hard feelings,” he said, voice low. “But if things ever change... you know where to find me.”
Kylee gave him one last glance, then turned and walked out heels clicking, head high, heart heavy.
The ride back felt endless, the silence too loud in contrast to the roaring energy she’d just left behind.
Kylee stepped into the quiet hotel room alone, shutting the door with a soft click. The absence of sound wrapped around her like a blanket or maybe a weight.
Her heels hit the floor first, then her panties slipped off her waist in a slow rustle, pooling at her feet. Her body still hummed with the ghost of Rio’s attention the way his eyes had followed her all night, the gentle graze of his lips against hers, the tension that had nearly snapped between them.
The marble floor in the bathroom was cool beneath her bare feet, a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin. She turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until the water was just right hot enough to steam the mirrors, but not so scalding that it burned. Stepping inside, she let the water cascade over her, washing away the sweat and glitter of the night.
Her fingers traced the curves of her body, absently massaging her shoulders as she closed her eyes, letting the warmth envelop her.
As the water ran over her, Kylee’s thoughts drifted to Rio. His smile, his laugh, the way his eyes had lingered on her at the party it all replayed in her mind like a highlight reel. She hadn’t expected to feel this way, but there was something about him that drew her in, something magnetic and undeniable.
Her fingers moved lower, sliding down her torso to her hips, and she bit her lip as she thought about his hands doing the same. The shower’s steam fogged the glass, creating a private world where her fantasies could run wild.
She stepped closer to the wall, pressing her body against the cool tiles. Her breasts flattened against the surface, the water running over her nipples and making them harden. She let out a soft sigh. Her hand moved between her legs, her fingers brushing against the damp curls of her pussy. She was already wet, her body responding to the memories of Rio’s gaze, his touch even if it had only been fleeting.
Kylee’s fingers dipped lower, parting her pussy as she teased herself. She moved slowly, savoring the sensation of her own touch. Her other hand braced against the wall, her head tilted back as she let the water run over her face. The sound of the shower filled the room, a white noise that drowned out everything but her own desires. She thought about Rio again, about what it would feel like to have him there with her, his hands on her body, his mouth on hers. Her fingers quickened, her breaths coming in short gasps as she imagined him watching her, his dark eyes hungry and intense.
“Fuck,” she whispered, her voice muffled by the water. Her fingers slipped inside her, her pussy clenching around them as she began to move in earnest.
She was alone, but she didn’t feel lonely, not with Rio in her mind, not with the way her body was responding to her own touch. She imagined him kneeling in front of her, his lips parting her folds, his tongue tracing her clit. The thought sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and she moaned softly, her hips bucking against her hand.
The water ran over her, mixing with the slickness between her legs as she fucked herself with her fingers. She added a second finger, then a third, stretching herself open as she sought deeper satisfaction. Her clit throbbed, swollen and sensitive, and she used her thumb to rub it in slow, deliberate circles. Her breaths came faster now, her body tense with anticipation. She was close, so close, and the thought of Rio pushed her over the edge.
“Rio,” she gasped, his name a prayer on her lips. Her body shook as her orgasm ripped through her, waves of pleasure crashing over her like the ocean. She cried out, her voice lost in the sound of the shower, her fingers still moving inside her as she rode out the climax. Her legs trembled, her knees threatening to give out, but she held herself up, her forehead pressed against the cool tiles.
As her orgasm subsided, Kylee leaned against the wall, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. The water continued to run over her, washing away the evidence of her pleasure. She felt a mix of satisfaction and longing, her body sated but her mind still racing with thoughts of Rio. She wondered if he was thinking of her too.
Stepping out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel, the fabric soft against her skin. The bathroom mirror was fogged over, but she didn’t bother to wipe it clean. She didn’t need to see her reflection; she knew exactly what she looked like, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from biting them. She felt alive, her body buzzing with the aftermath of her orgasm.
Kylee sprawled across the sheets, the faint buzz of the city humming outside the window. Her skin was still warm, her body spent but there wasn’t a trace of guilt in her. If anything, she felt… frustrated. Empty. Not from what she had done, but what she hadn’t.
She’d fantasized, pleasured herself to the thought of Rio’s mouth, his hands, his voice. And while her body still tingled from the release, she couldn’t shake the jealousy twisting in her chest.
Kelly was probably tangled in sweaty sheets right now, living out what Kylee had only dared to imagine. The drummer had made his intentions clear. Yet Kylee came back to this room alone, wet and aching, and settled for the shadows of what she truly wanted.
