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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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"So you’re planning on spending the night with me, huh?" I whispered softly in Simon’s ear as he, I, and Randy made our way down the red carpet at Fox’s party.

He turned to face me, a shocked but amused look crossing his handsome features.

"Eavesdrop much?" he asked, poking my sides.

"I wasn’t eavesdropping," I giggled, trying to sound innocent. "I just happened to hear as I walked by your room."

We paused our conversation, posing and smiling for a group of photographers that had gathered around us.

"Oh, you just ‘happened’ to?" he smirked when they finished.

"Yeah, that’s what you get for leaving your door open," I continued as we made our way down the walk.

"Well, I’m sorry to tell you, you may have to be bunking with Randy tonight," I began, trying my hardest to keep from laughing.

"Why’s that?" he asked.

"What?" Randy interjected, suddenly paying attention when he heard his name mentioned.

I giggled.

"Nothing Jackson," Simon said quickly.

Randy shot the both of us a quizzical look before returning his attention to more photographers approaching us.

"I’m afraid I’m having someone over tonight," I whispered in a tiny, poor-you type voice.

"You’re not," he scoffed, smirking at me as I tried to keep my composure together.

"I am!" I replied, a smile beginning to crack when my eyes met his.

"You’re lying!" he exclaimed, tickling my sides.

"Not me," I giggled, trying to look innocent.

"I may have to punish you for that tonight," he growled, the timber of his voice low and raspy as he leaned forward to nibble quickly on my earlobe.

"Mmm, and how do you know I’ll let you punish me?" I teased him.

"Oh, you will, you won’t be able to resist me."

"Hmm, maybe I don’t like being taken for granted," I smiled, leaning away from him when he tried to kiss me, eyeing the photographers as they knelt down in front of the three of us.

"And maybe I don’t like being teased," he growled, leaning forward again.

And I, once again, leaned away, winking as I stretched just out of his reach.

Wrapping my arms around the Simon and Randy’s waists, I smiled for the cameras.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Simon leaning forward and before I had a chance to react he planted a firm, warm kiss on my lips, which puckered purely out of habit.

The kiss lasted only a matter of seconds before he leaned back, smug and satisfied.

Bastard.

~**~

I clicked the up button the television remote for what seemed like the hundredth time, bored out of my mind.

With a sigh I glanced at the clock.

2:28

11:28 pacific time, I translated.

No wonder I was so tired.

I was always in bed by 10:30 on most nights.

Unless I was with Simon, of course.

But tonight he wasn’t with me.

Where WAS he?

Here I was, decked out in my black negligee, positive he’d come by to serve me my "punishment".

However, we’d finished Upfront a while ago and been back from dinner for over two hours, and I hadn’t heard or seen him since.

"Screw it," I said out loud, flipping the television off with the press of a button.

I just as I reached over to turn off the bedside lamp, I heard three definitive knocks at my door.

"Finally," I thought with a sigh as I nearly leapt from the bed, stopping only quickly to check the peep hole and make sure it was, indeed, Simon and not Randy or someone equally as disappointing.

Relieved to find it was Simon, I opened the door quickly, expecting him to nearly barrel me over as he burst in the room and devoured me.

Instead he only quietly peeked behind me into my room.

I shot him a puzzled look.

"Oh, you mean, I’m not interrupting anything?" he asked seriously.

"What in the world could you be interrupting?" I asked. "You’re outside and dressed."

"Oh, I thought you had someone coming by tonight," he teased with a smirk.

I giggled as the realization hit me that he was kidding.

"So first you tell me you’ve got someone coming by and then I figure out you were lying to me, sounds like you deserve double punishment," he growled, shooting me a seductive look.

"Oh, I’m a glutton for punishment," I replied, using my best sex kitten voice, leaning my body seductively against the door.

"Oh you are?" he asked, eyebrows raised. "Well, then your punishment is that I’m going to leave and not fuck you tonight," he smirked, turning and pretending to walk away.

I reached out and grabbed his arm, holding on with a death grip.

He turned around slowly as I spoke.

"I don’t know, Simon. I’ve always learned my lesson much letter if I’m punished physically. You know, rough, raw, skin slapping skin," I spoke slowly, seductively, and I swore I watched him grow harder and harder with each word I spoke.

Without another word he devoured me, slamming my body against the wall as his hands went straight for my breasts.

I gasped as his mouth pressed firmly against mine, his tongue slipping inside and thrusting in and out with such force it took my breath away.

He tore at the slinky silk material of the negligee, slipping a hand inside, the warmth of his fingers and palms caressing the sensitive flesh he found there.

I groaned as he used all his weight to press me against the wall, my pelvis crushed sensually against his.

I threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling his head closer to mine as his tongue thrusted feverishly into my mouth.

His mouth quickly made its way down my neck, nipping and sucking hard as I leaned my head to the side, giving his as much access as possible.

My breathing was labored and loud—gasps and sighs filling the silence of the room as he kissed in all the right places, his hands massaging and caressing in just the right ways.

I screamed as he bit down, hard, on my shoulder, causing me to grip his biceps, the intense pleasure of his hot mouth sending ripples of pleasure through my body.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, gyrating my pussy against his hardening cock.

He groaned, his wet lips sliding up and down my neck in a repetitive motion as his hand reached below me, cupping my ass hard in his palms, squeezing the flesh between his fingers.

I wrapped my arms tight around his neck, guiding his face down to my ample cleavage which was pushed up as far as humanly possible.

He nuzzled his face in the flesh he found there as he backed off the wall and moved us over to the bed, where he slung me down, falling down quickly on top of me.

My legs spread wide as I silently begged him to touch me.

But he didn’t.

Instead he remained motionless, kneeling on the bed, chest heaving.

Staring at me.

I writhed, unsure of what was going on in his head and why the hell he wasn’t fucking my brains out.

Instead his hands wrapped around my ankles, slowly trailing up each leg as he caressed my skin.

"Simon," I pleaded.

"Yes?" he replied smugly, completely aware of what he was doing to me.

"Punishments are supposed to be quick and easy…" I begged. "You know, get it done as fast as possible."

"Oh trust me love, this is part of the punishment."

I only groaned in response, spreading my legs wider each time he neared my center, only to retreat back towards my knees each time.

He pushed the slinky silk material of the negligee above my hips, bunching it right above my breasts, baring my naked pussy to him.

He leaned forward, making me think he was finally going to bury his face between my dripping lips.

Instead he moved his face upwards, kissing and sucking on my hip bones as he slowly…torturously…made his way downward.

He suckled the tender flesh that adjoined my thighs and my pussy, biting down softly, sending waves of pleasure coursing throughout my body.

I screamed with frustration, lacing my fingers through his hair and forcing him to bury his face between my lips, gasping when he finally DID make contact.

And did he ever.

Suddenly the torture was over, his mouth suckling and biting in the perfect rhythm.

Two seconds later he slammed two fingers inside my core, without any warning whatsoever.

I screamed, reaching above me to grip the headboard as my head fell back with ecstasy.

He pumped his fingers furiously inside of me, adding a third one when my walls had stretched to accommodate the size.

I thrust my hips upward with his motions, screaming as he contrasted the pumping of his fingers with the sucking on my clit.

I opened my eyes when he released my clit from between his teeth, his focus suddenly on the work of his fingers, pumping and angling in just the perfect way, his thumb massaging my throbbing bud in sync.

He curled his fingers forward as he pulled them back out, each time bumping against my g-spot, causing a loud scream to emanate from my lips each time.

I watched his face as his eyes bore into mine, dark and swirling as he worked hard to bring me to climax.

His brow was sweating and his hard on pressed as far as it would go against the confines of his jeans.

But he wasn’t concerned about satisfying himself.

It was like satisfying me was his only mission.

My hips bucked for what seemed like the thousandth time as he bumped against the rough bundle of nerves inside my core.

I could barely handle it, tightening my grip on the solid headboard behind me as tossed my head back again, thrusting against his hand over and over, matching his rhythm.

Suddenly he removed his fingers, wrapping his hands around my thighs as he pulled me off the bed.

"All fours," he commanded when I slid to the floor.

I shoot him a "you’ve-got-to-be-fucking-kidding-me" look as I wondered if my shaky limbs could even manage to move, much less hold my body in the position he was demanding.

Instead of moving I only stared up at him, using my own fingers to circle my clit in order to compensate for the loss of contact from him.

"Paula," he growled as he fumbled with the button of his jeans, attempting to slide them off his hips as fast as possible. "Do you want to be punished?"

"I thought this WAS my punishment," I offered, my eyes falling shut as I slid a finger inside my core.

He reached down and pulled my hand away, pinning it and my other hand above my head, his hard cock pressing firmly against my inner thigh.

Leaning forward he nipped my upper lip, sucking on it, giving me the opportunity to taste my juices.

"All fours," he repeated, leaning back to rest on the balls of his feet as he stared at me expectantly.

I groaned, rolling over on my stomach as my clit throbbed, my entire body on fire with arousal and sexual frustration.

I pushed myself into kneeling position, placing most of the weight on my palms as I spread my legs as far as possible.

Without warning he impaled hard and full inside of me, his hard cock stretching my inner walls as far as they would go.

I screamed, unable to contain the relief that surged through my body as he was finally inside of me.

I panted, my entire body damp with perspiration as Simon wrapped his clammy hands around my waist, getting a good grip before he began pounding inside me.

He grunted and groaned with each penetration, the sounds mixing with my screams of pleasure as each time his cock found a new and even better angle to fulfill my consuming desire.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I felt it.

The resounding slap on the bare skin of my ass.

Delectation consumed every fiber of my being.

Again and again, over and over, he spanked me.

Forceful slaps for deep thrusts.

Soft spanks for shallow thrusts.

Alternations in between.

My clit was throbbing.

Pounding.

Needing to be touched.

As if he knew what I wanted, he stopped the spanking quickly, reaching around to grab on to my pulsating bud, giving it a hard squeeze each time he impaled his hard length into my wanton core.

I screamed as my nails dug into the rough carpet of the floor, my walls clenching and unclenching, my whole body pulsing as his thrusts gained momentum.

He grunted behind me, releasing my clit to grip my hips between both of his hands again as we thrust against each other.

What had started off as fun and playful had now turned animalistic and primitive.

"Fuck Simon, oh god, oh oh oh god," I moaned, breathing labored and heavy as I focused all my energy on not allowing my orgasm to tear through me quite yet.

He groaned in response, his hips thrusting and pounding as fast as they could go.

Both of us letting go with wild abandon.

"Fucking good Paula, so…fucking…good-ah!" Simon cried out, his orgasm suddenly exploding inside of me, the warm serum shooting out and warming my walls.

"Oh GOD Simon!" I screamed, letting go as my orgasm over took me, every inch of my body spasming and pulsating as the climax ripped through me in waves of white heat.

My arms buckled and I fell to the ground, my face muffled in the rough, abrasive carpet.

Simon’s limp cock slid out of me, the juices of our sex sliding down my inner thighs when he pulled out.

"Holy fuck," I said. "Holy shit."

"And that is what you get for lying to me," he breathed heavily, slouching against the foot of the bed.

"Then for God’s sake," I replied, "remind me to lie to you again, every single day, for the rest of my life."
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