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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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"Why don’t you admit you’re in love with me?"
"Give it up Simon," Randy groaned, as we stepped up into the private plane, preparing for our flight to New York to appear on Howard Stern’s show.

"I mean really dawg," he continued, "You’ve been teasing her about this for three years. It’s old. Pick a new joke."

"Yeah, Simon, pick a new joke." I echoed.

He shot me a don’t-push-it-or-I’ll-tell-him-everything look.

I bit my lip, choking back a giggle.

"Wow, this is nice," Randy noted, looking around the cabin of the airplane. "Look Cowell, there’s the mini-bar for you."

"Yeah, go drown in your sorrows, cause I’ll never be in love with you," I quipped without missing a beat.

"Paula," he warned, drawling the last syllable of my name.

I raised my eyebrows and widened my eyes, feigning innocence.

When Randy turned his back, Simon mouthed, "Don’t worry, I’ll prove it."

"Prove what?" I mouthed back.

"That you’re," he began, pointing to me, "in love with me," he said, finishing with a grand heart shaped hand motion and then pointing at himself.

I rolled my eyes dramatically.

"Please," I mouthed mock-arrogantly.

He scrunched his nose at me, amused.

"Just wait and see," Simon said loudly before he stepped off the plane, holding up his Kools.

Randy turned and watched with a confused look as Simon retreated from us.

"Wait and see what?"

"Nothing," I said, shaking my head. "Nothing at all."

"Uh, okay."

"Yeah," I replied, flashing him a bright smile, attempting to avoid the awkward silence.

However, the awkwardness was upon us and we both stared at each other for a few uncomfortable moments, neither of us knowing what to say.

"So how’s this sleeping arrangement going to work?" Randy asked, clearing his throat as he glanced at the three different beds.

I studied them too, trying to decide where I wanted to sleep.

"Why don’t you take that one over there?" I suggested, pointing at the bed on the far end of the cabin.

The one farthest away from the other two beds.

"Are you sure Paula, because that means your bed would be closer to Cow-"

"I’m sure," I interjected.

Randy raised an eyebrow at me but said nothing as Simon stepped back into the room.

"That bed’s yours," I said, pointing to the one on the left side of the room, as I plopped down on the one opposite it.

"But that one’s the smallest!" Simon protested.

"No it isn’t, they’re all the same siz-," Randy began.

"Yep, it is the smallest. Sorry. You snooze you lose," I interrupted, shrugging my shoulders.

Doing my best to get a rise out of him.

Maybe, just maybe, if I was lucky, I could get some angry sex tonight.

"I’ll be right back," I announced in a sing-song voice as I grabbed my bag, padding to the bathroom to change into my pajamas.

I smiled as I removed the clothes from my bag, admiring the skimpy tank top and boy-cut underwear I had packed to sleep in.

I changed quickly, pulling my breasts into the cups of the top, making sure I had ample cleavage showing.

I pinched my cheeks a few times, to get that "natural" blush, before I retreated from the restroom.

To my disappointment, when I reentered the room, it was pitch black, Simon and Randy having already turned out the lights.

I pouted. He couldn’t even appreciate my cute outfit.

With a sigh I dropped my things, and walked to my bed.

"Night guys," I said, before I crawled in to discover a body already occupying my pallet.

I gasped with surprise.

"Simon, what are you doing?" I exclaimed.

"Shh, love. Jackson’s sleeping."

As if on cue, Randy began snoring.

Loudly.

"Simon, get out of my bed," I protested, lowering my voice.

"That one’s smaller," he said. "You’re smaller than me. It’s only fair."

"I called this one first," I said, suddenly feeling like I was back in third grade.

"Ooh, what’s next Paula? I have cooties?"

"Well, actually, yes." I shot back. "Now get out!"

"No."

"No?"

"No."

"Fine. I do Pilates. I’ll pull you out."

"Ha. Ha. I’d like to see you try."

With a huge heave-ho I grabbed his upper arm, and using all my might I dragged him out until we both collapsed on the floor.

My body pinned beneath his.

One of our classic positions.

How ironic.

"I’m impressed," he said, sounding truly surprised.

"Good, you should be. Now get off," I demanded.

"No."

I sighed.

Agitatedly.

"Get. Off."

"No."

"Why?" I asked with frustration.

"Not until you admit you’re in love with me."

My head fell back on the floor with a defiant thud.

"God, Simon, let it go."

"Not until you say it."

"I already said it once," I seethed. "You won’t hear me say it again."

"But it’s true, right?"

"No. I was out of my mind when I said it. Now get off!" I exclaimed in a stage whisper.

His only response was his dead weight as he relaxed on top of me, crushing my body into the floor.

"Fine, I’ll just sleep like this. If I can get my arm…out," I said, attempting to pull it out from between mine and Simon’s bodies.

When I did, he grabbed it and my other arm, pinning my hands above my head.

Even in the darkness I could see his brown eyes, like swirling pools of dark chocolate, boring into mine.

"Admit it and I’ll move."

I sighed again.

"No."

"Now, you admitted in the throes of raw, passionate, loooooooove making," he drawled. "You should admit it now, too."

"Or, not," I said, using all my might to shove him off of me.

As soon as I felt the relief of the absence of his weight I leapt towards my bed, jumping in before he could beat me to it.

"Shall I take that as a challenge?" he asked from the floor.

"You can take it any way you like," I responded. "But I’m going to sleep. Goodnight Simon."

And with that I rolled over on my side, facing the wall, my back to him.

Not two seconds later I felt him crawl in the bed beside me.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting in the bed with you."

"Because…there is more room sharing a bed with me than the other "smaller" bed you’d have all to yourself?" I asked dubiously.

"No, but it’s annoying you, and that’s really what my sole purpose in life is anyway, right?"

"Well, I’ll give you that. Little do you know I can pretty much sleep anywhere, so, goodnight," I said, grunting and groaning as I attempted to move into a more accommodative position.

My backside spooned against him; I could feel my ass pressing into his crotch.

Mischievously I wiggled it slightly, just to see if I could get a "rise" out of him.

Literally.

And I did.

I could feel his half-erection pressing against my bottom.

With a grin, a thought occurred to me.

"You know," I said with a whisper. "I think the reason you want me to admit I’m in love with you is because you’re in love with me."

He scoffed.

"Yeah right Paula."

I gasped as if the thought was just really beginning to sink in.

"That’s it, you’re in love with me!"

"No, I’m not."

"Just admit it, you are!" I whispered devilishly.

"Simon Cowell doesn’t know the meaning of love," he replied simply.

"Oh yes you do."

"No I don’t."

"You’ve been in love before."

"When?"

"Well, besides the obvious, me, there’s Jackie."

"I wasn’t in love with Jackie."

"Yes you were."

"No I wasn’t."

"Yes you were!"

"No. I wasn’t."

"Simon, you were! I read your book, I saw how you talked about-"

"Wait, you read my book?"

"Well, I snuck in a bookstore and read parts of it. I wouldn’t actually pay good money for it," I teased.

"Oh sure. You probably bought eight or nine copies, one for each room in your house."

"Ha, right Simon."

"I bet you gave them to all your friends as Christmas presents!"

"Yeah, the ones I don’t like."

He laughed.

"You know, you’re getting better at this, Paula."

I paused.

"Better? Better at what?"

"The banter. I’ve taught you well," he said proudly.

"Oh please. Ryan taught me everything I know."

That only made him laugh harder.

I cleared my throat.

"Anyway…you were in love with her."

"Jackie was a challenge, not love."

"Was?" I asked. "Or is?"

"Was," he emphasized.

"Then why do you keep her around? She’s the only girlfriend out of 100+ you still take on vacation. Explain that."

"She’s a good friend."

"You’re in love with her."

"No I’m no-"

"-And you’re in love with me," I said, moving the conversation back in the right direction.

"I’m not in love with Jackie. And I’m definitely not in love with you."

"Well, the Jackie part I might believe. But the part about me? No way. You’re in love. Plain and simple."

"No.I’m.not," he said, emphasizing each word.

"Of course you are. That’s why you want to be in my bed tonight. That’s why your cock is getting hard," I said, turning to face him as I reached down, fondling his growing hardness.

"It’s okay," I said softly, as if I were speaking to a small child, stroking his cock. "It happens to a lot of men who are around me. I’m just the type of girl men can’t resist."

"And that’s why you’re still single at forty five?" he asked, groaning as I pulled my hand away.

"Forty two. And they just didn’t realize what they were giving up."

"Oh, that’s right. I’m sure that’s what it is."

"It is!"

He laughed.

"Okay, okay. I’m going to my smaller bed now," he said with a dramatic sigh.

"Goodnight Paula," he said, kissing the top of my head before he vacated my bed and headed to his own.

"Goodnight Simon," I responded serenely.

I laid there silently, listening as he tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position.

When I heard him grow quiet, I spoke.

"I still think you’re in love with me."

He sighed.

"There’s no rest for the weary around here is there?"

"Not when you’re in love with me."

"You know, this whole ‘turning-the-joke-back-on-me’ isn’t working, Paula."

"Seems to be working to me," I responded. "If you weren’t in love with me you wouldn’t be this annoyed."

"Or maybe I’m just annoyed because you’re annoying," he retorted lightly.

"If you think I’m so ‘in love with you’," he mimicked, "I’ll be waiting for you to prove it."

"Oh, and I will," I responded smugly.

"Sure. I believe you," he retorted sarcastically.

Without a response I silently I got up and snuck across the room, kneeling beside his bed.

Gently I slid my hand underneath the sheets, not wanting him to feel my movements until my hand reached his cock.

When I found it, I discovered he was completely nude.

Huh, I noted. Terri wasn’t lying.

His body jerked as I slowly trailed my nails up and down his length, trying not to giggle.

He groaned.

"Mmm, what are you doing?"

"Proving it," I whispered, pushing the sheet back to reveal his cock, growing more and more erect by the second.

"Just because I like how your hand feels on my cock doesn’t mean I’m in love with you," he pointed out.

"We’ll see about that."

Crawling into his bed, I straddled him, gyrating my pussy against his building hardness.

"Paula...we can’t...here? Randy…," he protested.

"I can be quiet," I said, "Can you?" I asked, leaning up to pose the question against his ear, allowing my hot breath to warm his earlobe.

When he didn’t answer I shimmied back down his body, rubbing his cock between my breasts, causing him to grow even harder.

Then I devoured the head in my mouth, deliberately torturing and teasing him by not taking more of him in.

His hips involuntarily thrust against me and I heard him gasp as I wrapped my lips sucked on the head, delving my tongue into the slit.

"Mmm," I moaned, knowing the effect the vibrations had on him.

He wrapped his hands around the back of my head and pushed it down, encouraging me to take more of him in.

I pressed my tongue against his penis as my wet lips slowly slid down the shaft.

"Oh God, Paula," he gasped as I felt him reach full erection in my mouth.

When I reached the base, I deep throated him only for an instant before I reached behind me and released my head from the prison of his hands, also releasing his penis from my mouth.

I slid up his body, gyrating the lips of my pussy against his cock as I had done the first time.

"Ready to admit it yet?"

"Admit what?" he asked, sounding completely incoherent as he slid his cock back and forth between my dripping lips.

"That you’re the one in love with me."

"No."

"No? Okay then."

I slid back down his body, flicking my tongue against the head, starting the whole process of taking him into my mouth painstakingly slowly all over again.

"Paula, please," he groaned.

I mentally laughed.

I already had him begging.

I released his now-throbbing erection from my mouth again.

"Ready to admit it now?"

"No. Blow me a little more and maybe…"

"Or maybe I’ll just go to bed now," I grinned, as I got up from his bed and plopped into mine.

"Oh, you’re an evil little vixen aren’t you?"

"Goodnight Simon!" I said cheerily.

Not two minutes later I felt him flop on top of me, pinning me beneath him again.

"If you can play this game, I can play too," he grinned, as he reached for my hands, again pinning them above my head.

I writhed beneath him, the feeling of his hard cock pressing into my thigh causing me to become even more drenched.

His teeth nipped at my lips and I opened my mouth wide, allowing him to delve his tongue in.

Exploring, biting, teasing, thrusting, the kiss was long and passionate, and after a few moments we both had to break away, in need of oxygen.

"Besides, we all know you’re the one in love with me," he said. "Especially since you actually said it."

"Chalk it up to a moment of insanity."

"No. I’ll just make you say it. If I did it once, I can do it again," he said.

"Is that so?" I asked as I arched my back into him, hoping to find some pressure against my clit.

I could feel him slowly slithering down my body, taking my clothed, hard nipple into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.

I groaned.

"That’s so," he said, releasing my nipple from his mouth and moving farther down on me.

He pushed the bottom of my shirt up, revealing the smooth skin of my stomach to his lips.

He blew three cold puffs of air onto my belly button before he delved his tongue into it, imitating the intimate thrusting motions I hoped we’d get to later that night.

"I-I don’t…believe…you," I protested, unsuccessfully attempting to sound convincing as he trailed hot, open mouthed kisses below my belly, on my hips.

I could feel his fingers toying with my panty line and I waited with bated breath for his mouth to come down on the place I needed it most.

"Oh, you believe me. You’re just in denial," he said right before he yanked my panties aside and his mouth came down on my clit.

"I’m not..ooooh!!" I hissed.

He released the throbbing bud from his mouth.

"Admit it."

"No," I protested, both my breath and my voice shaky.

"Fine."

His mouth came down on me again, sucking and nipping my throbbing bud, his fingers rubbing me up and down.

"Admit it."

"No!!"

This time used his fingers to pinch my clit as his tongue flicked my soaked center, but not delving in.

"Admit it," he growled.

"No….way," I gasped.

"Fine, then <>I’ll just stop," he said, sitting back on the balls of his feet, looking at me smugly.

I gave him a look of desperation before a small grin curled the corners of my lips upwards.

He really was playing my game.

"Simon, please. If you finish me off, I swear, I’ll give you the best blow job of your life," I promised.

When he didn’t budge, I jumped from the bed, heading towards the bathroom.

"Fine," I whispered. "I don’t need you, I can finish this myself!"

He leapt from the bed, slamming me against the wall.

Without missing a beat, he covered my mouth with his own, delving his tongue in my mouth.

I moaned –loudly- as my tongue met his, thrusting furiously.

God he tasted good.

So.fucking.good.

At that same instant he shoved two fingers inside my core and began thrusting feverishly, as I bounced up and down against the wall.

"Oh god, oh god, oh Gooooooooood," I moaned.

"Shh, Randy," he reminded me.

"Fuck Randy," I responded.

"Do you really want him to hear you orgasm?" he asked.

"Because," he continued, lowering his voice. "You will orgasm. You’ll orgasm hard," he growled.

I groaned then bit my lip, attempting to hold in my moans of pleasure.

We both halted, listening for any indication of Randy’s awakening.

However, his chorus of snores never ceased.

"How is he still asleep?" Simon asked, truly puzzled. "You are so loud!"

"You’re not all that quiet yourself," I reminded him.

"I’m quieter than you are."

"Don’t challenge me again, Simon," I warned. "I can prove you wrong about that, too."

"I’m not wrong on either accounts, my love," he said. "You are in love with me and you are louder than me!"

"Oh God Simon," I said, suddenly not caring who was right, "Cut the shit and fuck me."

"My pleasure, sweetheart," he growled.

With that he slammed a third finger deep in my core.

I gasped as he thrust his fingers inside of me.

Suddenly we heard a rip.

We both froze.

My panties were hanging on by a few thin threads.

He looked down at them and then up at me, apologetically.

"Rip them," I moaned.

"Really?"

"Yes, rip them off."

With that he tore the panties off, dropping them to the floor.

My pussy was now completely naked and I spread my legs farther apart as he shoved his fingers back inside of me.

"Oh God!" I groaned, barely able to keep my voice at a whisper.

"Bite my shoulder," he said, halting the thrusts yet again.

"What?" I asked, frustrated with the constant interruptions.

"When it feels good, just bite my shoulder," he said as he resumed the thrusts, slamming over and over and over.

My mouth came down on the bottom of his neck, my teeth sinking in to his hot, sweating flesh.

I bit down as he removed his fingers and, without missing a beat, shoved his cock into me fully, not even giving me time to adjust to his size before he began slamming into me over and over.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him as close as possible as I sunk my teeth into his skin even more, fighting the screams that threatened to spill past my lips.

"So good, Paula. You feel so fucking good and tight," he groaned as he thrust me against the wall.

In response I clenched his cock even harder, gasping as I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling my body growing numb as I felt my climax coming on.

I curled my toes, attempting to hold on as long as possible.

He pushed my top up, bunching it under my armpits as he gained access to my full, tender breasts.

He tweaked the nipples between his fingers as he massaged my breasts, his fingers squeezing and releasing over and over.

And over.

Meanwhile, it was his moans and groans that were growing louder.

His motions were becoming more and more frenzied, his thrusts becoming longer and deeper inside of me.

I clenched him with each motion, using all the muscles inside to hold onto him and squeeze his cock as tight as I could.

He groaned as his mouth came down on my shoulder, his teeth sinking into my flesh as well as he fought his own sounds of pleasure.

Suddenly, I had an idea.

"Simon," I gasped.

"Shh, love."

"No wait, stop."

"Stop?" he asked. "Darling, if you’re still trying to prove a point, fine I’m in lo-"

"No, just, trust me," I said, looking into his eyes.

Warily he pulled out of me, letting me slide to the floor.

"I’m your poodle, right?"

"Right?" he echoed, confused.

I knelt down on the floor, getting on our fours.

I looked back over my shoulder at him, just able to make out his smile in the darkness.

I wiggled my ass at him.

"What do I need to do, bark? Fuck me!" I giggled.

Without another word he entered me from behind, thrusting feverishly into me as he gripped my hips with all his might.

I knew I’d have bruises but I sure as hell didn’t care.

My knees and palms rubbed uncomfortably against the coarse carpet as Simon slammed wantonly into my throbbing core.

However, the burning sensation only intensified my feelings of pleasure.

I grabbed a pillow from the floor and smothered my face into it, doing my best not to make any sounds as I felt myself growing closer and closer to climax.

I began thrusting back against him like a woman possessed.

Frantically he was thrusting back into me just as hard, faster and faster, until our rhythm was nothing more than animalistic penetrations.

Frenzied almost.

I knew it wouldn’t be long.

I heard Simon gasp behind me as his mouth came down on my back, his teeth sinking into my flesh as his cock tightened inside of me, then squirted that warm, sticky liquid inside my tight walls.

With that I exploded around him, squeezing my face and clenching my fists, doing everything I could to remain silent.

But I couldn’t hold it in.

"Oh God, oh ooh oh Goooooooooooood," I moaned, letting it all go.

Simon joined me in my release, groaning loudly as his the repercussions of his orgasm and my moans engulfed him.

With that we both collapsed on the floor, the sweaty, sticky juices of our sex pouring down my thighs as his cock returned to its flaccid state and he slid out of me.

For several moments we remained silent, the only sounds we heard were our gasps as we attempted to regulate our breathing and, miraculously, the up and down rhythm of Randy’s obnoxious snoring.

"How did we not wake him up?" I giggled.

"Who knows, because you were still loud as ever," he teased, trailing his fingers up and down the length of my left side.

I choked back a chortle, burying my face in his chest.

"Then again, who can blame you? It was me who was fucking you. There’s no physical way for anyone to remain quiet when they’re being fucked by Simon Cowell."

"Hey, I didn’t hear you complaining either," I countered, pinching his nipple.

"Watch it!" he yipped, swatting my hand away. "Besides, I never said fucking you was a miserable experience."

"That’s what I thought," I grinned, satisfied.

Slowly I got up and grabbed his hand, moving us both into my bed.

"Hey, Paula?" he asked, moving so I could snuggle comfortably against him.

"Hmm?" I asked sleepily.

"Just so you know, I still don’t admit it."

"Good," I replied simply.

"Good?"

"Good, because I don’t either."

"Well, you already did, but oookay,"

I giggled.

"Yeah, but it was a moment of insanity, remember?’

He laughed.

"Maybe I’ll just spank you and get you to admit it," he teased, lightly slapping my ass.

"Oh right, beat it out of me. That’s the way to a woman’s heart," I said sarcastically.

"Hey, don’t tempt me."

I giggled.

"Who me? Paula Abdul? Temping you? Never!"

"Well that part is true."

I pinched his nipple again.

"Hey! Stop it!"

"Why?" I giggled. "It’s fun!"

I pinched it once more.

He laughed and grabbed my wrists, holding them together in one hand while he used his other one to mercilessly tickle my sides.

"Stop," I begged through my laugher. "Stooop!"

"Stop pinching my nipples?"

"Can’t promise anything."

He continued to tickle me relentlessly.

"Okay! Okay!"

He paused, fingers inches above my sides.

"Okay, what?"

"Okay, I promise I’ll stop!"

"That’s better," he responded, releasing my hands.

We fell silent for a moment, the fingers that were once tickling my sides were now caressing them, in long, soft, tender strokes.

"So," he said.

"So," I echoed.

"You know I’m going back to London next week."

I nodded against his chest.

"I know."

"Will you miss me?"

"Part of you."

"Which part?"

"This part," I said, reaching down to stroke his cock.

"That’s the only part you’ll miss?" he asked, pretending to be hurt.

"Well, there might be other parts," I confessed.

"Like what?"

"Like these," I said, caressing his fingers.

"And these," I continued, stroking his arms.

"And these especially," I finished, kissing first his top lip then his bottom lip.

He smiled against my mouth, kissing me back tenderly.

"What if I said we’d like for you to come see us in London?"

I paused, considering it for a moment, then burst into a fit of giggles.

"That’s really funny Simon! Wow, you almost had me going there for a min-"

"I’m serious," he said, tracing my lips with his fingers. "I want you to come."

"Really?

"Really. In case you haven’t noticed, I do sort of fancy you," he whispered, his tongue snaking out to outline the shell of my outer ear.

"Besides," he continued, "Terri won’t be with me for the first two weeks that I’m back. That’d give us plenty of time to do more of this."

Then he kissed me.

Tenderly, his lips barely moving against mine.

Then he slipped his tongue in, sensually caressing and exploring my mouth.

I broke the kiss.

"I’d love to."

"Good," he said, tracing my jaw line and kissing me lightly once more. "Besides, I’d hate to see what kind of shape you’d be in, going two months straight without being able to fuck me."

I scoffed.

The arrogant Simon was back.

"Oh yes," I said sarcastically. "I might just die."

"You might! I’m addicting, you know."

"So I have discovered," I giggled, placing featherlike kisses along his jaw.

"Okay, Paula. I’m going to bed. I don’t want to be cranky on the show tomorrow," he said, softly squeezing my ass cheeks before sitting up.

"Oh yes, we wouldn’t you missing out on your beauty sleep," I replied derisively.

"I’m actually doing this for your benefit," he teased. "I don’t want you missing yours."

"Gee, thanks."

He laughed.

"Goodnight Paula," he said, kissing my forehead.

I tightened my grip on his shoulder.

"Wait."

"What?"

"Stay."

"Here?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

He settled back in my bed, curled up against me, and that’s where he remained until we arrived in New York.
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