This Time Around | By : Daisygirl1315 Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 11904 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“What in the world is wrong with you?” I giggled, as Simon pinned me to the wall of the stage, his feet firmly planted to keep me from escaping.
He flashed me a toothy grin, his face so close to mine, I could feel his short, warm breaths on my skin.
I giggled again, softer this time, unsure of his intentions.
Without a verbal response, his face grew serious as he inched his face closer, pressing his mouth softly to mine.
I parted my lips with a contented sigh, allowing his tongue entrance into my welcoming mouth.
No matter how many times he kissed me, each time seemed to be better and better than the last.
The kisses were spellbinding.
Almost hypnotic.
I kept my eyes open, momentarily watching him, before allowing them to fall shut, enjoying the delectable feel of his velvet mouth caressing mine.
Taking our time, our lips and tongues massaged each others, and I moaned softly as he pressed me harder against the stage. His hands ran down the length of my sides, taking residence on my ass, where he cupped my cheeks and fondled them softly.
I groaned as I opened my mouth wider to him, my hands cradling the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me.
He pulled back abruptly, smirking.
“What?” I asked, bewildered.
“Why don’t you just admit you’re in love with me?”
I groaned with feigned irritation, clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouth.
“Because I’m not,” I answered with a giggle, emphasizing the last word.
“If the way you kiss me is any indication, I’d say you were lying,” he responded with a cheeky smile.
“Well maybe I’m just a really good kisser,” I countered, raising my eyebrows.
“Or maybe,” he drawled, “you’re in love with me.”
I curled my fingers into a fist and punched him playfully, as he lifted me up with one swift motion and placed me on the stage.
I spread my legs, making room for him in between them, and wrapped my small hands around his large biceps, pulling him towards me.
He rubbed my thighs softly as his mouth met mine again, his tongue delving deeper into the slickness of my mouth, the urgency of our kiss growing.
One of his hands made its way to my breast, groping the tender flesh he found there, as he used a thumb to massage my nipple, which was suddenly hard as a rock.
Cupping his face in my hands, I closed my mouth slightly, catching his upper lip between my teeth as I sucked and nibbled on it.
Quickly breaking the kiss, he hoisted himself up on the stage with a grunt, pushing me backwards so that he towered over me before he recaptured my lips again.
His hot, velvet mouth was warm and inviting, and I found myself opening my mouth as wide as I could, allowing him to explore every crevice with his tongue.
His fingers trailed lazily down the expanse of my stomach, slipping quickly underneath the hem and traveling upwards towards my breast where he kneaded it softly, rolling and tweaking the nipple between the pads of his fingers.
A stream of cool air brushed my stomach as he lifted my shirt, exposing my breast and capturing that same nipple with his mouth.
I arched my back, pressing my breast into his hot mouth.
After nibbling and sucking on it, he removed the warm encompassment, blowing a cool puff of air on my hardened nipple.
I gasped with surprise, my salacity growing as my panties became wetter by the minute, the throbbing between my legs almost more than I could handle.
After giving the same lavish attention to its twin, he made his way back towards my mouth, trailing a line of kisses up my neck and along my jaw.
Gyrating my hips against his pelvis, I could feel his erection coming to life. With a small smile, I kissed him harder, wrapping my lips completely around his tongue and sucking it into my mouth.
With a muffled moan, his right hand quickly found my mound, where he cupped it hard, massaging my throbbing clit through my jeans and pressing his palm roughly against my center.
I moaned at the sudden pressure, his actions causing my panties to become thoroughly soaked.
His touch alone was nearly enough to bring me to orgasm, which was probably one of the reasons why the sex was so amazingly mind blowing.
Just thinking about sex with him, combined with the way his fingers were working my erogenous zones, made more carnal than I had been in a long, long time.
My libido sprang to life and I reached down, fumbling with the buttons on his trousers, suddenly not wanting to wait another moment to have him inside of me.
But then I halted, momentarily, suddenly remembering where we were.
We weren’t at my house, or in our dressing room, or in his pool.
We were on the Idol stage at the CBS studios.
Probably not the best place to give into our desires if we wanted privacy.
As if he were reading my mind, Simon spoke.
“Don’t worry love, there’s no one else here.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, everyone else left hours ago.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” a voice said from the back of the room. “Looks like it’s a good thing I’ll be separating you two tonight.”
With surprise we both shot up, looking around frantically for the voyeur who had discovered us.
Suddenly I saw him.
A tall, lanky figure in the shadows.
Oh great.
It was none other than Quentin Tarantino.
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