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The man on stage	By : DianaBrooke Category: Individual Celebrities > Josh Groban Views: 2046 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Josh Groban. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-The man on stage
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She watched him from the front row; her seat was almost directly in front of him. She knew he saw her, knew he wanted her. She looked directly into his eyes her chin resting on her hand, her head tilted up enough to shift his attention to the plunging neckline of her dark red dress that hugged her curves perfectly. With languid movements she leaned back in her chair removing her chin from her hand sliding a single finger from her chin down past her breasts to rest on her center. All the while she watched his reaction, he reacted almost immediately his faced became a little more flushed and he took sip of his water to disguise his need to swallow deeply. She looked around her, the little girls thought he was looking at them; she smirked to herself at their foolish displays of unfounded affection. She did not want his affection, nor did she want to give him any, she wanted him, and she always got what she wanted.
He glanced down at the woman who sat in the front row. He noticed her from the moment she sat down, he saw what she did to gain his attention and keep it on her. And she knew exactly what she was doing. Each movement was slow and meant to torture the one it was directed at. He watched as she looked around herself and gave a very self satisfied smirk, the small gesture only making her all the more sexy and desirable. Her dark hair flowed in waves down her back, her skin tanned to perfection, appeared soft and torturously kissable and her eyes sparkled with a predatory gleam that excited him more than he ever thought possible. In his musings he almost forgot where he was when the drums banged behind him to get his attention. To his relief it was time for the last song, one he would play on the piano facing her. He turned away from her to make his way over to the nearby piano positioned himself comfortably before he announced the last song.
She knew he would turn from her in a matter of second to perform the last song, it was one of her favorites, Remember When it Rained. She watched him turn away with barely veiled reluctance. He seated himself facing her though it was not on purpose she was still pleased but she would not distract him from his song. The music began; she closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly to listen reverently to the sound of his incredible voice. Just before the song ended she looked at him again and found his eyes on her and smiled seductively. The song ended beautifully and a security guard came by and took twelve people from the front row, which included her. She followed behind the rest and would be the last to walk in.
The song ended and he addressed the crowd and told them goodnight and quickly made his way backstage hoping the guard had gotten the right woman along with the other eleven to avoid suspicion. Quietly he sat and waited for the few fans selected to file into the room, when he didn’t see the woman from the front row immediately he began to feel a little disappointed and got up to receive his fans. But then she walked in last with that same smile, and a knowing look that told him he was the object her mild amusement when he sighed audibly in relief. No one noticed except the two would be lovers. With polite haste greeted his fans then he looked to her then to a small washroom in the back of the room and signaled her to hide in there and wait for him. She went without question unknown to any one in the room.
Once in the small washroom she checked herself to see if everything was in order. She could hear his voice and the voices of the others chatting aimlessly about nothing. She was beginning to get impatient when she heard him say he needed to get going. She peaked from the door and noticed the small protests before a guard interceded and escorted them out to exit making sure every one of them were gone. But not before she heard someone say something else.
“Hey weren’t there twelve?” said a young sounding man.
“No there were eleven,” answered the guard who had brought them to this room. “I brought them myself.”
“Oh okay then, I’m going to head back to the hotel then, Josh are you heading back now?”
“No, I’m going to wait for him to come back and then do some checking around then probably head back.” Josh answered.
“Okay I’ll see you tomorrow then, bye!”

As the young guy left the room, Josh headed to the small washroom at a hurried pace threw open the door and grabbed the woman from inside and pulled her to the middle of the room. Setting her on the couch then following her he kissed her roughly. She responded instantly her hands finding their way to his hair, he moaned into her mouth and moved her on top of him so she straddled him. Breaking the kiss they both struggled to regain their breaths just staring into each others eyes.
“Ahem,” a slightly embarrassed guard coughed to get the couples attention. “Your manager is gone will we be heading back to your hotel room?” he asked.
“I don’t know about you, but me and her will be.” Josh answered still slightly breathless as he disentangled himself from her and pulled her with him. “When we get back to the hotel don’t let anyone come near my door.”
“Sure thing.” He answered as they began walking to the Porsche sitting outside the back door.
Quickly he escorted the woman to the passenger seat and took the wheel and sped off to his hotel. Once they reached the back entrance the guard went first to check for unwanted visitors, signaling it was all clear Josh grabbed the woman’s hand and head straight for the elevator and made sure to close the door behind them.
He turned to her again and pulled her close after pushing the button for the 20th floor. He looked at her and asked quietly
“Your name?”
“Brooke.”
“What do you want from me?”
“Just you.” She answered as she kissed him again with far more urgency than before. She couldn’t wait to get up to the room so impatiently she undid his shirt, popping a few buttons wanting to feel his skin on hers. His hands made their way to her skirt as he pushed her against the wall. Bringing up her knee he cupped her bottom and thrust his pelvis against her to show her how much he wanted her. She moaned loudly into his mouth and met his thrusts. His mouth left hers and trailed wet kisses to her ear and down to her neck where he lingered at her pulse point sucking and nipping at her flesh.
The elevator rung as it reached the floor they were heading to. Without letting her go he put his hands on her waist and pulled her into the hallway and towards his door. Fumbling a little with the key he jammed it into the slot and dragged her in. Kissing her again she removed his jacket and shirt and flung them carelessly in the sitting room. Upon reaching his bedroom he moved her to the bed and unzipped her dress letting it fall to floor. Eyeing her appreciatively he lowered her to bed and moved on top of her.
“What do you want?” He asked hoarsely. As he trailed kisses along her and down to the valley between her breasts.
“Touch me, Taste me, hurt me.” She said, her breaths becoming shorter and faster.
He smiled against her skin, She liked pain, he thought to himself as he moved to her right breast and began sucking and nibbling it while his hand played with the other. She moaned his name arched her back to meet his mouth as shocks of pleasure made it’s way to her core. Seizing his torture on her breasts he continued moving down placing tentative kiss along her ribs and abdomen before coming to a slight stop at her womanhood. The very sight of her aroused him to no end. He wanted to taste her already wet cunt until it drove him mad with want. Extending his tongue he parted her slick folds with his fingers and licked the small bundle of nerves with purposely slow strokes.
She gasped and arched when he finally started to suck her clit. She moaned his name and scraped her nails on his scalp and shoulders.
“Oh! Josh Yes…..mmm..don’t stop!” She panted.
Suddenly he inserted two fingers into her and pumped in and out of her hot wet passage. She cried out in surprise and bucked her hips to meet his hand. Shortly he could feel her walls closing around his fingers and she came hard screaming his name. He lapped up her juices greedily as she came down from her high and hovered over her.
“I Need you now.” He whispered into her ear.
“Yes, take me” She breathed out still dazed.
With one swift thrust he buried himself within her reveling in the feel of her tight sheath surrounding him so completely. He pulled out almost fully and thrust again and again as she met each and every one. Their moans echoed throughout the room as she scraped her nails down his back. His mouth once again went to her throat and he bit down enough to cause pain but not draw blood. She screamed in ecstasy loving the feel of him thrusting violently within her and his teeth on her neck.
“Faster….Harder…mmmmyess,” she pleaded with him. He responded by flipping her on her hands and knees thrusting into her from behind. Mewling loudly and pushed against him wanting to find her release. She could feel it coming with each thrust. He bent over her his head resting on her back as his hand slid around her to stroke her clit. He stroked her in time with his thrusts began pounding into her harder when he felt her walls begin to tighten around him again. With labored breathing she surrendered herself like never before begging him for release, he steadied himself and with one final thrust both were sent over the edge screaming each others names.
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