Beautiful Music (2 page)

She closed her eyes and leaned back, forming a picture in her mind of the tall, sexy stranger. What if he’d been waiting at the table when she came off stage? She would have sat at his table. He would have offered a drink. She would have smiled her thanks and then…

“You were wonderful tonight,” he says.

“Glad you enjoyed it.” She gives him her sultriest smile, gazing right into his eyes.

“Oh, I did, for sure. And I really wanted to meet you.”

“Oh?” Oh yes, she’ll be that coy. “I felt you watching me.” She’s almost purring.

“It’s hard not to,” he says with a grin.

She raises an eyebrow and makes a point of glancing at the obvious bulge in his pants. “Well, something’s hard anyway.”

He laughs, not embarrassed at all. She likes that.

“Will you let me take you out for dinner?”

“I could eat,” she says playfully.

He looks at her mouth and licks his lips. “I just bet you could,” he says.

They’re at the restaurant, in a nice romantic dimly lit corner. It’s quiet and private, and he wastes no time. As soon as they’re seated, he pulls her close and captures her mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue and hers fight for dominance as the kiss deepens.

She can feel the juices pouring from her, no doubt wetting her pretty silk panty’s crotch. She squirms, wanting so much to increase the stimulation and seek some relief.

She slides her hand onto his knee then up his leg until she is cupping his hot, thick cock through his pants. She lets her fingers explore. He’s quite thick, which pleases her. He’ll be able to fill her up. And he feels long—a good eight inches if she’s not mistaken. Her pussy pulses her pleasure at the thought of how good he’ll feel plunging into her with that machine.

They continue to kiss, uncaring of where they are or who might see them. It’s all about the sensations their lips and tongues are creating.

She moans when she feels his hand slide up her leg and slip under the hem of her dress. He wastes no time, intent on his target. She eases his access by sliding her hips forward and relaxing her thighs. His hand slips between her smooth thighs, and she gasps as his fingers first touch her pussy lips.

He slides his index finger between the lips and is able to insert the tip into her slick wet vagina.

He lifts his head and groans. “You’re so wet and hot, baby. You feel so fucking good.” Then he rubs his knuckle on her clit, and she damn near jumps out of her seat.

“Oh my God. Yes. Touch me there.” She throws her head back, and he nuzzles her neck, his fingers doing clever little things to her sensitive core.

Not to be outdone, she manages to unzip his fly. She reaches in, working her way through the slit in his briefs as well until she can wrap her hand around his pulsing heat. He growls deep in his throat, and she revels in her power to move him. She knows how to make him feel really good. She wants to suck that beautiful cock. She works her hand back out through the fabric, keeping a tight grip on the object of her desire until it is standing tall and free for the taking.

She sucks his tongue into her mouth and mimics what she wishes to do to his cock. She is stroking him from head to base, giving gentle squeezes with each down stroke. He moans and flexes his hips pushing his cock against her hand. He knows what’s coming and is indicating his eagerness. She lowers her head and…

A sharp rap on her dressing room door abruptly yanked Nyree from her daydream. For a brief moment, she was confused. Her fantasy had seemed so real. She could still feel his fingers on her pussy. Saliva was filling her mouth in anticipation of sucking his dick.

Another knock finished bringing her back to reality.

“Yes?”

“Miss Grant? It’s Julie.” Her assistant.

“Yes?”

“Um...I’m here to get your gown? And we need to go over your agenda for tomorrow.”

Nyree sighed. The mundane facts of daily life pushed the remainder of her lovely vision from her mind. “Okay Julie. Just give me a second.”

She stood and went to the door, releasing the lock. She spared one last thought for her handsome stranger and that was to hope that he would come back to the club again very soon.

****

Jack flopped back in his office chair and rubbed his eyes. He’d been staring at the damned computer screen for hours, and he could feel the beginnings of a headache in his temples. He opened the middle drawer of his desk and fished out a bottle of Advil. Popping two in his mouth, he washed them down with the cold coffee left over from lunch.

“Hey boss.” Sam, Jack’s lead foreman, stuck his head in the door. “We’re all set in the conference room.”

Jack sighed. He needed this meeting like a hole in the head, but it marked the end of the whole problem with the new supplier, so he couldn’t blow it off. “’Kay. I’ll be right there.”

Sam nodded and exited.

Jack logged off his computer and stood, stretching to ease the stiffness from sitting so long in one position. “You need to get back to the gym, old man,” he mumbled. He picked up his jacket and slipped it on, then straightened his tie. Confident he was presentable again, he headed to the conference room.

His team was already in place, as well as the reps from
Atkin Buildall
, the new suppliers who had caused all the kerfuffle this past couple of days. He made his way to the head of the table pausing to shake hands with the visitors before taking his seat and turning over the meeting to his foreman to run.

It was all information he and Sam had gone over earlier in the day, so he found his mind wandering as he tuned out.

It had been two days since his aborted attempt to meet Nyree Grant, and he was anxious for another opportunity. She had not been far from his thoughts since that night, and in fact had graced a few of his hotter dreams this past forty-eight hours. Once this meeting was over, he was planning to try again. This time, though, he’d be smart and turn off his phone.

Sam’s voice droned on, and as Jack allowed his attention to wander further, his foreman’s voice seemed to get fainter and fainter. In his mind’s eye, a picture of
The Crystal Loung
e formed and he could swear he heard notes of a familiar blues song echoing in his mind. He followed the echo until…

He’s there at the same table. She’s on the stage, caressing the mike like it’s a phallus as she sings the final words of the sultry ballad. As the music comes to a halt, and in the moments before the applause starts, she looks straight at him and smiles.

His heart starts to thud in anticipation. Finally the moment has arrived. She thanks her audience, steps from the stage and walks directly to his table. He stands up to wait for her.

“Hi,” she says, looking up into his eyes.

“Hi yourself.” Not terribly witty or clever, but all that’s needed. The eyes and body language are saying so much more.

He holds her chair for her, then takes his own seat. He waves to the waitress who comes to take their drink order.

Already he can feel he’s hard and getting harder. What she does to him!

She glances down and sees the swell in his lap. “I see you enjoyed the performance.”

He’s not embarrassed. Rather, he’s proud of what he can offer her. “You have quite an effect on me,” he says.

“I can see that.” She grins.

“Let me show you more clearly.” Oddly, because it’s a dream he supposes, no one blinks an eye as he unzips his pants, reaches in and pulls out his rigid cock and heavy ball sack.

She gazes at his offering and licks her lips, which has a direct effect on his cock causing it the swell to even more heroic proportions. He strokes it and watches her face. He can see she’s excited, as turned on as he is. No doubt her pussy is slick with her juices.

Her gaze comes back up to his eyes, and he reads her hunger there. She stands and sidles around the table until she is pressed against his knees. Then, with a smile that speaks of naughty intent, she straddles his lap and slides her pelvis along his thighs until her legs flank his hips and her heated core is pressed against his balls. His cock is hugged between his belly and hers, and she undulates her upper body to gently massage the hypersensitive organ.

He hisses, his breath catching in his throat.

“Careful,” he says with a moan. “I’m pretty close.”

She angles her head until her lips are by his ear. “Don’t worry. I want you in me when you come.”

Just the thought of that is almost more than he can bear. He grabs her ass cheeks and squeezes. Her lips descend to his and lock on, the suction of her kiss and the intrusion of her tongue bearing promise of what comes next.

He slides a hand along her hip and inserts it beneath the hem of her dress, now resting high up on her legs. He slides it between her soft thighs and aims for the heart of his desire. He is delighted to discover that she’s bare to his touch. No panties for his girl.

He finds her center and caresses the hard little nubbin of a clit eliciting the sexiest throaty moan from her. He can feel his cock pulse in response and knows that it is oozing pre-cum, preparing to drive home into his lover.

She breaks off the kiss and stands, smiling at him as she reaches for his turgid length and guides it into her.

“Oh yeah, baby,” he says, more than ready for this moment.

With a little cry, she lowers herself onto his cock, taking all of his thick inches in until her ass is once again resting on his knees.

“Oh my God, you are so wonderfully big,” she says, resting her face against his chest as she slowly begins to rock her pelvis.

He matches her rhythm with subtle thrusts of his hips, driving his cock ever deeper into her cunt. Their breathing is labored as they both begin to feel the rise to the ultimate pinnacle. And then he hears it. She’s singing to him—a worthy accompaniment to their sexual dance. It excites him even more, and his fucking becomes more frenzied.

He can feel his release coming fast—that moment when he’ll shoot his seed deep into his woman’s body, marking her as forever his. She’s bouncing now in his lap, their skin slapping together with each thrust and she sings…she sings...

Jack jerked out of his fantasy world and for a moment was disoriented. Sam still held the other men’s attention which, once Jack grasped where he was, made him grateful. He realized he was sitting there with a full blown erection, and had the daydream gone on longer, he would have no doubt blown his load right then and there, an embarrassment he’d rather not experience.

Thankfully, no one seemed to have noticed either his mental absence or his unfortunate physical discomfort. He pulled his chair closer to the table to hide the bulge in his pants, and began deep breathing, willing his body to settle back down.

He couldn’t wait to see Nyree that night

****

Nyree was thrilled when she saw Jack sitting in the audience again. As she stepped up to the mike, she caught his eye and they shared a smile. She kept her eyes open this night, and sang to him, putting all her longing and attraction for him into her performance. This time at the end of her set, when she left the stage and walked to his table, he was waiting.

She felt the slick moisture between her legs and knew her nipples announced her arousal to anyone who cared to look. The closer she got to him, the stronger the heat coursing through her body. He was delicious to look at. His eyes traced over every ripe curve of her body and felt to Nyree like a caress.

With the merest lift of an eyebrow, she signaled her desire for him to follow her. And follow her, he did. She felt his eyes watching the sensual sway of her ass. Anticipation started to build. Would he be a tender lover, or rough? Would they talk first, or just attack each other? Would she lead the way, or he? She licked her lips, and ran her hands down her curves.

She led him into her dressing room, firmly closing the door and locking them in.

“I don’t want us to be disturbed,” she purred.

“And just what did you have in mind?” he said, his slow sexy smile telling her he knew very well what she was doing.

“You can’t tell?” she said, pressing her ample breasts against his chest and running her hands down his arms.

“Your body language is very clear, Nyree,” he said. He ran his hands down her back and cupped her buttocks, pulling her against his obvious erection. “How’s mine.”

“Impressive,” she said. She slipped her hand between their bodies to feel the hard, hot length of him. “Very impressive.”

“It’s getting hot in here,” he said throatily.

“Then let’s get more comfortable.”

She slid her hands up his shirt front to his collar and began to slowly release each button, peppering little kisses on the skin she exposed. He seemed to hardly breathe, his fingers pressing into the cushion of her rounded hips as he watched her bare his chest and stomach.

When she reached his waist, she grabbed the shirt fabric and gave impatient tugs to pull the tail from his waistband. That free, she ran her hands around his waist, feeling his muscles twitch at her touch and hearing his gasps of excitement.

“I like your smooth chest,” she said, pressing her face there, then playfully nipping at his hard little nubbin of a nipple.

He hissed through his teeth. “Fuck!”

“In good time, lover,” she said. “In good time.” She sucked on his other nipple.

Her hands went back to his shoulders and she pushed his jacket down his arms till it fell in a heap on the floor. His shirt soon followed.

“My turn,” he growled, grabbing her wrists.

He turned her around and with one long pull, unzipped her gown. His impatience was evident by the haste he used to push the garment from her shoulders until it was puddle at her feet. A quick twist of his fingers, and her bra followed.

He reached around her and cupped her heavy breasts, pulling her back against his hard chest.