Encore (Stereo Hearts Book 2) (9 page)

Yoshi took a deep breath, doing everything he could to bite his tongue.

“We’re also going to drop your last name. ‘Cho’ is too Asian, and we want people to wonder what you are. Your being an orphan actually works in our favor. Since your look is so ambiguous, you can simply claim that you don’t know your lineage.”

“I
don’t k
now my lineage.”

“Fantastic!”

Yoshi blinked, getting a distinct feeling of déjà vu.

“So, from this day forward, you’re Yoshi. Just Yoshi.”

Yoshi searched his eyes, rolling the dial of the lighter he’d pulled from his pocket.

“Can I welcome you to the Sony family?” Simon wagged the pen.

Just as Yoshi leaned across the desk and took the pen, a knock rang out.

Simon raised his eyes to the door with a jovial laugh.

Yoshi followed his eyes, and he sat tall.

The caramel-skinned beauty lingered in the doorway, still in red heels and nothing else. She leaned on the doorsill, her long legs crossing at the ankle, twirling a piece of blonde hair around a red fingernail.

“Carmen,” Simon purred, leaning back in his chair and motioning to the white leather sofa at the far wall of his office.

Carmen pushed off the doorway, holding Yoshi’s eyes as she sauntered over to the couch. Instead of sitting on the cushions, she went gracefully down to the floor, never breaking her green gaze from his as she leaned back on the couch. With that coy smile, she tossed her hair over her shoulder and spread her slim thighs wide, revealing her glistening pussy. She stroked the slippery lips of her heat with a soft giggle, then let her middle finger dip inside.

Yoshi snapped his head back to Simon, clutching the pen in a death grip. He cleared his throat, feeling her eyes drinking in his face from the side, and took hold of the arms of his chair, going to stand. “Uh… I can come back later….”

“Come back later? Don’t be ridiculous.” Simon laughed, motioning to her. “She’s here for you.”

“I, uh…” Yoshi’s eyebrows jumped, and he couldn’t help shooting her another look. The moment his eyes hit her, he looked away again.

“Don’t sit there and act like you’ve never seen a pair of tits before,” Simon said. “As if you didn’t do this every night with The White Keys.”

Yoshi couldn’t deny that. Still, the girls who degraded themselves for the attention of The White Keys had always done so willingly. Of their own volition.

But this girl….

His gaze went back to her just as her slick fingers slipped out of her pussy, glistening with her juices. Burning a hole through him with her eyes, she opened her full lips wide, her tongue dipping out to taste the moisture on her fingers. She moaned and then wrapped her lips around her fingers completely, sucking audibly, never looking away from him.

Yoshi’s eyes hit the floor.

“What?” Simon voice was filled with amusement. “You don’t like her?”

Yoshi kept his eyes down, running one hand through his hair, the other tugging at the zipper of his jeans.

Simon chortled, noticing the tug. “Oh, he likes you all right.”

“I don’t know,” she purred from the floor, giving Yoshi a sly smile, her manicured fingers back to stroking her velvety lips. “I’m not sure he likes it….”

Her voice was deeper than Yoshi imagined it’d be. Surer. He knew instantly that she was smart. He could tell by the way she spoke. He lifted his eyes back to her.

She spread her pussy open, revealing her dripping cunt, so tight and wet one would never guess she’d taken at least two dicks in the last fifteen minutes. Her smile lit up her face and made her look much more innocent than her lower half conveyed.

Simon’s voice rose. “Don’t you like black girls? She’s half black. I thought you’d be happy!”

Yoshi couldn’t tear his eyes from Carmen, muttering, “I thought you said blonde hair… Light eyes… Big tits?”

Simon nodded. “I did say that. Then I went to bed and thought on it, and I came to the conclusion that a biracial girl is a wiser choice for your solo debut. Black girls will convince themselves you love the black side of her, white girls will convince themselves you love the white side of her, every girl in-between is just happy she’s a minority, and every last deluded one of them will buy the album regardless. Moral of this story—we win!”

Yoshi tried to look at Simon, but that time, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Carmen, stuttering.

“Oh, yeah,” Simon laughed. “He definitely likes you.” He snapped a finger at Carmen without even looking at her.

Without a word, she stood, gave Yoshi one last lingering look, and then strutted towards the door.

That broke Yoshi from his reverie, and his distracted gaze followed her as she made her way to the door, clutching the doorway and throwing him a look over her shoulder. She blew him a kiss then disappeared around the corner.

“And she’s only the beginning,” Simon said, motioning to the contract that still sat on the desk between them. “Are you ready for your life to change, Yoshi? Because the moment you sign, your life will never… ever—” Simon pointed to the doorway “—
ever
be the same.”

Yoshi leaned forward, staring down at the contract. He brought the pen to the page and hesitated, the inky ball lingering a breath away from the paper. It trembled in his hand, leaving a runaway scratch on the stark white page.

The sight of that accidental scribble snapped something open in him, because in the next moment, the pen was on the paper.

And Yoshi signed his life away.

6

Yoshi knew he should’ve controlled himself when she threw a piece of asparagus at him in the kitchen of their mansion. He should’ve stopped himself from lunging for her when she jetted away with a squeal. He should’ve contained himself from chasing her through the grand foyer, up the winding staircase, and into the master bedroom. He should’ve dug deeper when she leapt onto the white duvet of their king-sized bed. He should’ve held back leaping in after her and ripping off her clothes, down to her underwear, followed by his own.

He should’ve stopped himself, because now, nestled on top of her, feeling her soft brown skin brushing his, his tongue swirling deep and slow in her mouth, battling with hers, he knew nothing short of a miracle was going to get him off her. The stereo system playing love songs that wafted softly through the air wasn’t helping matters.

“Aria…” he moaned, warm breath mingling with hers as his dick found solace between her tightly closed thighs, moving in time with their languid tongues. A shot of pleasure zoomed through him, and another shred of his sanity left him. “
Fuck
….”

He sat up on his knees, never breaking their kiss, needing to get his hardness away from her, even if only for a moment, before he lost control and did something he’d regret. He’d told her six months ago that it was okay if she wanted to move slow. That he’d waited his whole life to have her, and he would keep waiting as long as it took.

Even if she was lying below him, half-naked and panting, the scent of her pussy tightening his skin with need, looking like nothing short of a queen.

She raked her long nails through his hair, accepting his gentler, sweeter kiss. Even as he tried to rein himself in, she tugged him back, pulling his mouth deeper into hers and tilting her head. Yoshi let his eyes blink open, lids heavy with desire, and when he saw hers shut, brushing her cheeks as she moaned breathily, he couldn’t help himself. He lay back down on top of her and pushed one knee between her closed thighs, forcing them apart. His other knee joined in, spreading her completely and giving her all his weight. Her slim thighs splayed on either side of him as he planted his dick squarely where it always wanted to be. Where it had yearned to be for six long months.

She gasped at how quickly he’d moved, and the brand-new territory they now treaded, all in a matter of seconds.

Yes, he definitely should’ve contained himself sooner. Because when, instead of stopping him, her ankles locked at the small of his back, and a sweet moan left her lips—deep with an intent that he’d never heard from her before—he nearly pushed down his white briefs and fucked her right then. He tasted the salt on the skin of her neck, knowing his heat and weight were overpowering her, making her sweat. If it bothered her, she didn’t show it, spreading her thighs wider, giving him a perfect cocoon to snuggle his dick. And he did, letting his hardness sink into the crease of her panties. The cotton swirled easily as he ground his hips, aided by her wetness.

She spoke moments before he snapped, whimpering into his hair. “I don’t want to be a tease….”

“You’re not,” he grumbled, his shadowed jaw tickling her neck as he took his kisses to the sensitive skin under her jaw, thrusting himself against her, blinded by the amazing sensation, even with the thin fabric of their underwear serving as a barrier. “Just let me feel you…” He couldn’t finish as he swirled his hips, his brows plunging deep and his jaw tightening as he moaned into her skin.

His hot kisses traveled down, biting and sucking until he arrived at the beginning swell of her pert breasts. He took the left cup of her coral bra in a greedy palm, lapping her soft skin so furiously the sound permeated the room along with their heaving gasps.

He slid his hand behind her back and snapped the bra open.

Her shy laugh sent butterflies assaulting his stomach as he tried to pull it off. She crossed her arms over her chest, keeping the cups in place. When she met his eyes, they smiled at each other, even as she covered his insistent hand with hers.

“I want to see you.” His free hand left her hair and moved to the patch on her eye. He hesitated for a moment and then lifted it from her face, removing it and tossing it to the floor. He drank in her eyes, blue then brown, and his smile broadened when she allowed him to remove her bra next. “You’re gorgeous…” He didn’t look down once the bra was off, too taken by the gleam in her
eyes
—the trust, the adoration. His lips descended on hers as he tossed the bra away. It landed on the white pillows next to them as their kiss grew deep—deeper than it had been all morning.

The sweet purr that parted her lips left him undone. His lips revisited the skin on her neck, leading a trail to her nipple, which he took in a greedy kiss. He drew it into a long, slow suck until he felt it tickling the bed of his tongue in its expansion. Until her purrs moved to moans. Pulling back, his hooded eyes drank in her dark brown bud, standing tall, glistening with his attentions. He sucked it between his lips again, harder, twirling the other with his thumb and forefinger.

He gazed up at her as he moved across her chest and tugged her other nipple in his mouth, tasting that one as well, egged on by the soft feel of her nails tickling his scalp. His words were gravelly and muffled as he nibbled her, apologizing with a flick of his tone in the next instant. “Feels good?”

She swallowed above him, the heels of her feet thrusting against the sheets, only able to manage a quick nod past her heaving gasps. Her nails moved down his back, digging deeper and harder as he suckled her, circling her nipple with his tongue, keeping it in his warm mouth until he felt it harden.

“Aria, I want you so bad.” Blindly, he trailed his kisses down the deep line in the middle of her tight stomach, reaching her coral panties in seconds, taking in her scent, the one that had driven him wild for months. The one that had driven him so far over the edge that morning he couldn’t stop.

“Yosh…” Her voice sounded strangled.

He lingered at her fragrant pussy, noting the moisture at the seat of her panties while pressing gentle kisses up the inside of her thighs, all the way up to her knees.

He was drawn back to her center in seconds, burying his greedy tongue straight into the wet fabric, finding her clit.

Her thighs clapped around his head, fingers back in his hair, tugging.

She whimpered. “I thought….”

“Don’t.”

“Yoshi… I think—”

“Don’t think.”

“We said we wanted to wait—”

He shushed her, tucking his finger into her panties and moving them to the side. The moment his mouth was on her slick walls, skin to skin, any protest left on her lips vanished, and he was eating her for the first time. Her flavor, just as sweet as he always imagined, made his dick jump in his briefs, and he reached down to adjust himself as his tongue flicked at her bud.

“Oh my…
God
!” she screamed, her back arching.

Yoshi smiled, reaching up to cup her breast with one hand while holding her hips firm to the mattress with the other. His own moans grew muffled against her skin as her cries soared. Her hips began a slow swirl against his tongue; when he looked up, he saw her with a hand over her head, gripping the pillow behind her in a death grip. Her other hand remained buried in his hair, and he was sure she was seconds from tugging it out. He chuckled.

She came in moments, her body taking on a seismic roll as she accepted every last shudder his mouth and tongue served. Yoshi drew in every last one, lips eager, until she finally collapsed, her voice hoarse from screaming.

After catching her breath, she sat up, chest panting and eyes full of awe. Their eyes met from where his smiling mouth was still buried in her wetness, his tongue still taking slow samples, her fingers still tangled in a chunk of his hair.

She leapt for him like a cheetah, making him cry out with boisterous laughter as she put him on his back. She straddled him and tasted herself on his lips with a passionate kiss.

Hard as a rock, never so horny in his life, Yoshi’s hands were instantly back on the panties he’d yet to remove, dipping into the waistband and palming her ass. He moaned into her mouth when she sat down on his column, his hips involuntarily thrusting up to meet hers, cursing under his breath as they rocked together.

She lifted her head, breaking the kiss and searching his eyes.

He drank her in, taking in her eyes, lips, cheeks, nose—anything he could get his hungry eyes on, pushing her cottony hair out of her eyes.

“You taste better than I ever imagined. I’ve already written a song about that beautiful pussy in my head.”

Their smiling lips met again, slower that time, softer, and she wiggled her hips.

“Okay,” he breathed. “I know you’re not ready, so I highly suggest not doing that—”

“I’m ready,” she whispered. “I mean… I think I’m ready.”

“I don’t want you to think. I want you to know.” He massaged her back.

“I don’t want to be selfish. You just made me feel so… so….”

“I wanted to.”

She seared another hot kiss on his lips before dragging her kisses down to his neck, speaking against his skin. “Why did it take it so long for us to get here?”

“We’re fucking idiots.”

She giggled, moving her kisses lower.

She brushed her lips on all six of his abs, making each one twitch, moving closer to the tent in his briefs every second.

“Looks like Noodle called it from day one,” she whispered, inches away.

“Can you please not say Noodle’s name right now?”

Her head shot up, eyes wide. “Holy shit.”

His eyes grew big too. “What?”

“I just realized we live in a world where Noodle was right.”

He chortled. “Scary.”

“Terrifying…” Her gaze fell and then grew vacant, her fingers playing absently at the waistband of his boxers. It seemed like she’d drifted off into another world.

His fingers went to her hair. “I know you miss them, baby….”

She lifted her eyes back to his, held them for another moment. Then a devious smile crossed her face, and she was trailing heated kisses along his waistband again.

“I mean it. I can wait.” He paused until her eyes met his again. “I’ll wait forever for you.”

She dipped her fingers into the briefs, tugging just enough to reveal a patch of trimmed black hair. “I want to.”

But in the next moment, the streaming radio station playing on the stereo system came back from commercials.

She froze in the midst of pulling his shorts down. Then, in the next second, she released the waistband completely, letting it slap against his skin as she frowned towards the radio. Her breathing ground to a halt.

So did Yoshi’s.

Their wide eyes met, gasps flying from both their lips, meeting in the air between them.

Aria cupped his lean waist, her eyes growing bigger every second, legs kicking against sheets on either side of his body as she leapt to her feet on the bed. A scream escaped her lips and she bounded into the air, landing on the mattress on either side of him.

“Oh, my fucking God, Yoshi! You’re on the radio!”

Yoshi shot up, taking the back of her thighs in his hands, staring into space in disbelief. His eyes hit the stereo at the corner of the room just as the beginning strings of his song faded, ebbing into the first verse.

And it finally hit him.

Something
snapped
in him.

“Holy shit, I’m on the radio,” he said, arms still cradled on the back of her thighs, unable to move as the chorus of his very first single, “Kings and Queens,”
floated through the speakers. “Holy
shit,
I’m on the radio!”

“You’re on the fucking radio!” Aria screamed. “Oh, Yoshi, I’m so proud of you—”

She couldn’t even finish before he’d yanked at the back of her thighs, biting his bottom lip, forcing her onto her back.

She landed with a pop, crying out with laughter as he moved between her legs and kissed her deeply.

Then, his cell phone rang from the nightstand.

And her phone rang from the bathroom.

Every phone in the house rang from different rooms. The sound echoed through the house.

Their eyes met, and Aria cupped his jaw.

“It’s happening,” he said.

She nodded, burying her fingers in his hair.

They kissed between excited moans, and then Aria shoved him. “Go!”

Without another word, Yoshi leapt off the bed, zooming across the room and snatching up his phone. A moment later, Aria’s arms came around his waist from behind, and he covered them with one of his, tears stinging his eyes.

When Yoshi answered, his new manager, Gus VanSant, along with Simon Brady, greeted him on a conference call.

“You’re on the radio, my friend!” Simon shouted.

“I heard it…” Yoshi was barely able to speak, taking both of Aria’s arms in a death grip under his trembling hand. “We heard it.”

“Congratulations,” Gus said with a smile in his voice. “Today is the first day of the rest of your life.”