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This Time Around	By : Daisygirl1315 Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 11904 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Perched on a couch between Simon and Randy in the green room, we were giving interviews about thirty minutes before we were scheduled to appear on The Late Show with Jay Leno.

"I have a horrible confession to make," Simon said to the camera. "And you’ve gotta close your ears to this."

He looked at me, and I cocked my head to the side slightly.

Looking at him curiously.

Unsure what he was about to say.

He continued.

"I wouldn’t do the show again without these two."

I paused.

Waiting for some sort of punch line.

But there wasn’t one.

He shot a glance at me.

An expectant one.

Almost like he was waiting for some sort of response from me.

Or from anyone.

But no one said a word.

This was the first time we’d ever heard something that…heartfelt come from Simon.

We were all shocked.

God, two years ago if anyone had told us we’d even be sitting on the same couch much less talking about not doing the show without each other…we would have laughed in their faces.

That thought made me giggle.

"What’s so funny?" he smirked, the right side of his mouth curling up as he watched me curiously.

It was almost as if he was a tad insecure after the confession he had just made.

"Nothing," I replied coyly, using my right hand to rub his lower back as I leaned towards him, propping my head on top of his.

"What?" he asked again, almost as if it were a challenge that I wasn’t telling him what I was laughing about.

"Okay," I began.

"I never thought I’d be saying this," I said, looking at the camera instead of him, "but I actually miss them…when we’re not working," I finished, erupting into another round of giggles.

"Why’s that so funny?" he asked, feigning hurt.

However, whatever answer that I may have been formulating was cut off as Simon burst into laughter, pulling me towards him.

On top of him.

More giggles cascaded past my lips as I fell back on him.

He pulled me towards him, tickling my neck with tiny kisses.

A tingling began to form between my legs.

Not now, I warned my hormones. We don’t have time for that now.

However, it was too late. My folds were already becoming drenched.

Involuntarily I ground my hips into him.

Immediately I felt him growing hard beneath me.

The way he was holding me, his hand lightly cupped my breast.

I could feel him fingering the flower that held the material of my dress together.

Suddenly the flower popped off, causing the material covering my breasts to fall to the sides, completely exposing me.

To Simon, to Randy, to the cameraman, to the camera.

With a horrified gasp I screamed, quickly making an effort to cover myself.

"Annnd…cut," the cameraman said, quickly turning the camera off, his face blushed crimson.

Making an obvious effort to avoid looking at me.

"Thanks for the interview guys," he said, quickly grabbing his equipment and exiting the room.

"What the fuck Simon?!" I screamed, hastily snatching the flower from his hand and unsuccessfully attempting to put it back in place.

To my dismay he just laughed.

In fact, Randy was laughing too.

Both of them doubled over, tears streaming down their cheeks.

"So this is funny?" I asked incredulously.

"Y-yes," Simon attempted to answer between gasps for air.

"Drop your pants," I demanded.

"W-what?" he asked, still doubled over.

"Both of you. Drop them."

Both men’s laughter suddenly ceased and they stared at me curiously, as if I had grown a third ear.

"I’m serious."

"Why?" Randy asked, wiping a stray tear from his eye.

"You saw my breasts, I get to see your penises," I answered simply with a shrug.

"Pau-la," Simon warned.

"I’m serious," I repeated, seething.

"Let’s just do it dawg," Randy said to Simon.

"What? Have you lost your bloody mind Jackson?"

"It’s only fair-" he began, looking at me sympathetically.

"Oh God, come on Simon, "I said, placing my hands on my hips. "It’s not like I haven’t seen-"

"Okay, okay," he interrupted me, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

"-it a million-," I continued.

"Okay!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening.

Randy looked back and forth between the two of us suspiciously.

I shook my head at him.

"C’mon, drop them."

With a sigh Randy stood up and unbuckled his belt, letting his pants drop to the floor.

I looked him up and down.

"Not bad Randy," I said, admiring his size, "I’m impressed."

"Uh, thanks Paula, "Randy responded with an uncomfortable chuckle.

"Your turn Cowell," Randy said, turning to look at Simon who was still sitting on the couch, his hands strategically placed over his crotch.

"Whatcha hiding over there," I asked, my voice going up an octave as if I were speaking to a small child.

"Do we really have to do this?" he asked.

"What’s the big deal Cowell?" Randy asked. "We’re all adults here."

"Fine," Simon said, standing and hastily undoing his jeans.

His pants dropped to the floor, revealing his rock hard erection.

This time it was mine and Randy’s turn to laugh.

"Fine, okay? Okay. You’ve had your fun," Simon said, reaching down to retrieve his pants.

"Woah dawg, I think that’s my cue to leave," Randy said, pulling his pants back up and exiting the room, his jovial cachinnation echoing down the hallway.

I giggled, making my way towards Simon and reaching down to caress his lengthy cock.

"Thank you," I said softly as I lightly trailed my nails along his shaft.

"You owe me big for that, Ms. Abdul," he groaned.

"I owe you?" I giggled, "You’re the one that exposed me on camera."

"I’ll give you that," he responded, leaning down to kiss me.

Instead of kissing him back, I stuck my bottom lip out as far as it would go, pouting dramatically.

"I’m sorry," he said, placing a finger underneath my chin and tilting my face upwards. "And remember this moment, because I never apologize," he drawled, his voice dropping an octave.

"Mmm," I sighed, standing on my tiptoes and pulling his face to mine, tracing his lips softly with my tongue.

Softly he pulled me forward until we were back on the couch, my body on top of his.

"C’mon", I said as I patted his thigh, regretting what I was about to say, "Let’s get out of here. We’ve probably only got fifteen minutes or so before it’s time to go on."

I went to move but Simon clasped his arms tighter around my body, securing me in place.

"But that’s fifteen minutes we could put to good use," he protested.

I laughed.

"Seriously, we’ve gotta go."

Cause if we don’t, I’m gonna fuck you here and now, I thought to myself.

"Fine," he relented, releasing me from the prison of his strong arms.

I stood and swirled around to face him.

"Help me up?" he asked, extending a hand.

"Oh, you’re such a baby," I said, grasping his hand and pulling with all my might.

However, instead of me helping him up, he pulled me down, so that I was again sprawled across his body.

"Yes, I like this much better," he smiled, wrapping his arms around my lower back and holding me in place.

I giggled.

"You’re so bad," I laughed, as I placed sporadic kisses on the cleft in his chin, along his jawline, working my way towards his ear.

When I found his earlobe I took it in my mouth, suckling on it, flicking it with my tongue.

"Oh, yes, I’m a very naughty boy," he groaned. "Maybe if I’m really bad, I’ll get punished later," he hinted.

"We’ll see about that," I laughed, releasing his earlobe from my mouth and moving my face so that we were nose to nose.

He kissed me gently on my lips once, only moving back a centimeter to look into my eyes.

I moved in to kiss him again, longer this time, using my lips to part his.

I took his upper lip in my mouth, sucking on it and flicking it just as I had done with his earlobe.

He stuck his tongue out, tracing my inner lips softly.

I moaned, my hips involuntarily gyrating against his hard cock, needing to feel pressure against my throbbing clit.

"We really don’t have time-" I started.

"I told you, you owe me," he reminded me.

"Besides, who gives a fuck. It’s just Leno," he said between kisses, his hands moving down lower down my back to grab my ass, massaging the cheeks between his large hands. "Randy can just go out there alone and talk about his bypass surgery or something," Simon replied nonchalantly. "They’ll never miss us."

"Wow, Simon Cowell giving up the opportunity to be in the spotlight and the center of attention? You really do want this don’t you?" I asked, feigning surprise.

"Mhmm," he moaned into my mouth, our tongues meeting and swirling against each others.

Tasting and exploring as if it were the first time.

Neither of us caring where we were or what we had to do.

So I gave in.

My hormones had won the battle.

I kissed him a little more urgently, implying what I wanted.

Gingerly he reached down, pulling my dress up and reaching underneath the material to caress my ass.

He then moved his fingers between my folds, fondling the flesh he found there.

I groaned- lifting myself up to straddle him.

With a hasty tug he yanked the flower off once again.

Revealing my breasts.

Once again.

So apparently he’s not a fan of the flower, I mused.

I smiled as I leaned forward, allowing him to take a nipple into his mouth.

Using his tongue to tease it, he imitated my earlier ministrations.

I moaned as I laced my fingers through his raven hair, lifting his head and pulling it as close as humanly possible to my breasts as he nuzzled his face between my cleavage.

Reaching down I found his cock and I ran my hand up and down the length of his hardness.

Using my thumb I massaged the head, his hips bucking off the couch in response and causing us both to slide off the couch and on to the floor.

I giggled as I landed softly on my back, Simon now towering over me.

Gingerly he grasped the thin material of my thong, sliding it gently down my legs.

The moisture had drenched my panties, which unfailingly caused a huge smile to cross his handsome features.

"Are you just always wet whenever I’m around?" he asked smugly.

I only smirked at him in response, rolling my eyes and returning my focus to the feel of his deft fingers trailing up and down the length of my inner thighs.

Clasping his hands together he formed a fist and placed them under the small of my back, lifting my hips upwards and causing my legs to spread even farther apart.

He licked his lips as he pressed the head just inside my opening, causing me to sigh impatiently as I waited for the teasing to stop.

He pulled completely out and I opened my eyes to look at him questioningly.

"Patience is a virtue Paula," he teasingly reminded me.

"This from the man who fucks me every time we’re alone," I countered, flashing him a smile.

"Ooh, touché," he said, seconds before he slammed all the way into me.

Right before I shrieked from surprise he clamped his hand over my mouth, concealing my screams.

He stilled inside me, removing his hand slowly from my lips.

"Thanks," I mouthed, suddenly unable to make any audible sounds.

He nodded as he began to slowly thrust.

Long and deep he slammed all the way in before pulling out again.

I groaned, tilting my head back into the floor as I arched my back, focusing on finding the rhythm of his thrusts.

After a few seconds our motions became synchronized, hushed gasps and moans of pleasure filling the room.

Raising my legs I lifted them high in the air, draping them across his shoulders in order to let him penetrate deeper inside of me.

He groaned as he was able to pound longer and deeper.

I gasped as we adjusted to our new position, lifting my hips higher and higher every time he slammed deep into my core.

I bit my lip, making my best attempts not to scream with pleasure as his thrusts sped up, faster and faster, until the anticipation of my dizzying orgasm was upon me.

This time it was different though.

Much more intense.

I could barely breathe.

Barely think.

I was barely even aware of where we were or what sounds I was making.

I couldn’t even be sure if I was still being quiet or not.

I opened my eyes, wanting to watch his face while I came.

He’s never more gorgeous than moments before orgasm, I noted, admiring him.

The way his pupils enlarge, making his eyes so black, it’s like looking into a pool of swirling dark chocolate.

The way all the blood rushes to his face, causing his cheeks and lips to become lightly flushed in a gorgeous crimson color.

The way the sweat formed on his face, highlighting his dark features.

Almost making him glow.

And of course the way his body looked as he was thrusting into me.

Muscles rippling as he pulled in and out again, his entire body and mind focused on that one goal: to bring us both to climax.

Suddenly I couldn’t think at all anymore as I felt myself getting lightheaded.

Every nerve alive but almost numb, all at the same time.

I was only aware of the way he felt between my legs.

The perfect way he fit when he was there.

When he wasn’t inside of me, it was literally like a part of me was missing.

As cliché as that sounds, it was just…right.

I wished we could stay like this for the rest of our lives.

I gasped and dug my nails into the carpet, my hips bucking in frenzy as the edge neared.

I wanted to say something, anything, to let him know how good he made me feel.

How perfect it felt for him to be inside of me.

However, as I exploded around him, I wasn’t prepared for the confession that was about to accompany my mind-blowing orgasm.

"Oh God, Simon, I- I love you!"

We both froze.
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