Not Quite Juliet: A Club Imperial Novel (Silver Soul Book 1) (31 page)

“Look who’s talking!” Chantal pointed at her.

“Sweetheart, I’m not even pretending,” Cece reasoned.

“Don’t make me give you both shots.” Emmy threat was met with cheers.

Somewhere around my eighth accidental-on-purpose mention of Imperial, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and swiped it to look at the message.

TheDoctorDee:
Come back. Stage left. Alone.

Oh, he was in full rock star sex-god mode. Yum. I slipped the phone back in my pocket and downed the rest of my third beer, belching with pride as I put the mug down. The others whooped and hollered at me as I hopped off the barstool.

“Where?” Nadine asked in our abbreviated drunken communication.

“Booty call, bitches.”

“Oh for God’s sake,” Nicole groaned.

“Seriously?” Allison laughed.

“Damn skippy.”

“Don’t be long,” Lisa said.

I snorted, then waggled my fingers at them as I walked, surprisingly steady, to the stage door on the left very people used. It was closer, thank God, because I was sure I’d have bumped into a dozen tables going the other way. It was also mostly in the dark and half hidden behind a curtain. As I approached, I saw the door pop open just slightly and someone peeking through the crack. I recognized Nick’s eye gleaming at me.

He stood behind the door and held it open just wide enough for me to sneak through sideways, and closed it after I passed through.

“Hey, kitten,” he oozed.

“Hey yourself.” I draped my arms around his neck. He leaned in and caught my mouth, sliding his tongue against my lips. Like I was going to keep him out? I parted them and nipped at his bottom lip, enjoying his soft intrusion.

“You taste like tequila and lime.”

“Problem with that, rock star?”

“I like the way you taste.” He leaned in and kissed me again, covering my breast with his palm and plumping it. “Your friends enjoying the show?”

“What’s not to enjoy?” I slipped my hand down the back of his jeans, and captured his ass.

“Nothing, from this angle.” He pushed me back slowly, against the wall that was hidden there by curtains. “Underburn is going to be on for half an hour.” He nodded to the stage where the teenagers were starting to pick up their instruments. We could only just see them through the curtains and bright lights. They weren’t able to see us at all.

“I see you found your girlfriend,” Jose said from behind us. He walked into the backstage area, pulling the door closed again. Nick turned away from me to face Jose.

“I did indeed.”

“Am I interrupting?” Jose slapped a hand on his shoulder.

“Yes.” Nick answered, his hand still firmly planted on my breast.

“I’ve had a bit to drink.” I smiled at Jose.

“I can see that.”

“You know, you’re cute.” I leaned on Nick’s shoulder, feeling saucy and not taking my hand off his ass. “You need a woman to take care of that hot body of yours.”

Jose laughed. “Got a friend out there for me?”

I snorted. “Oh, you don’t want my friends. They are either attached or way too kinky for even the likes of you.”

“Kinky, eh?” Jose seemed to consider it for a moment. I was drunk. “Are they having fun out there?”

“They are so fucking excited by this whole thing. I think you might have to beat Allison off with a stick.” I pointed at him with my free hand. “But don’t touch her. Emmy will remove your balls and feed them to you. She’s not legal. Oh shit.”

Jose smirked at me. “You snuck her in.”

“We snuck her in.” I nodded. “But she has the eighteen to twenty wraclet. Wrist thingie. Brace. Let. Wristband.” I waggled my wrist. “So she’s not drinking.” I paused. “She and Nicole are getting a good lesson on the inner working of the bdsm lifestyle though. She probably needs a beer. I know I would.” I used my other hand to squeeze Nick’s ass again.

“I can see you have your hands full with this one, Nick.” Jose waved at us, and walked to the other side of the stage. “You need to bring your inebriated girlfriend backstage more often. She’s fun.”

“Go away, Jose.”

I giggled. “That rhymed.”

“You’re drunk, kitten.” He turned himself back around to press me against the wall. “You don’t get drunk very often, do you?”

“Can’t,” I hiccupped. He was carefully unbuttoning my blouse with his eyes now focused on his task. “What are you doing, Doctor?”

“I’ve barely seen you in a week, and you’re staying at my house.” He walked his fingers down to the next button. “There is no excuse for this. Knowing you were out there, dressed up with your girlfriends, listening to me sing... Well, the temptation is just too great.”

“You know I like it when you go all rocker-god,” I said, pulling him in closer.

“You know I can’t sing when I’m hard.” He opened the last two buttons quickly and lowered his head to the crook of my neck and sucked lightly.

“And what would you suggest we do about this situation?” I slipped my other hand into his pants to grab the rest of his delicious ass.

The house lights went down and we were plunged into mostly darkness. The next instant, Nick hand my breast out of the cup, fastening his lips around my nipple, nibbling and sucking. That certainly answered that question. He was making his happy little purring sounds as he feasted on me, his other hand brushing over the other cup and beading the hidden peak.

“Shit, shit.” I yanked my hand out from behind him and wove my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer. I couldn’t get any other words out, I’d just had too much tequila, and he felt so damned awesome latched onto me, enjoying himself thoroughly. Everything below my waist was melting, and I wanted him all over me.

He found his way back up to my lips. “I don’t want to go a week without you. I couldn’t even wait another minute.” Nick ran his hot tongue over my bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth so he could nibble on it. “You’re completely edible.” His words brushed softly over me.

“And I love it when you eat me.” Hi, you’re drunk. What a crappy answer.

“Oh do you?” He had laughter in his voice.

I had to go with it. “Yes, I do.”

He was gone from my lips and the next thing I felt were his hands on my thigh, and his hand and head slipping up my skirt. I yelped and slapped my head over my mouth as the band on stage transitioned into a quieter song.

He hands were warm on my skin and he covered himself completely under the long skirt I was wearing. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I certainly could feel it. He nudged me apart so he could gain better access. I was completely drenched from his simple ministrations before. Slowly and softly, he trailed his fingers over my barely-there silk panties, shooting right to my nipples. I glanced down and realized he hadn’t bothered to cover me up! I grabbed the shirt and pulled it around me. That was all I had enough sobriety and sanity to do.

Nick slipped a finger under the edge of the silk and slipped it off to the side. “Oh, God, baby.” His muffled words drifted up to me.

“Nick,” I breathed, wanting to yelp and twitch.

The door clicked open, and I watched in horror as someone walked backstage. For a door that never got used, it sure was getting used a lot tonight. I swallowed and tried to look casual leaning against the wall. That wasn’t easy with your boyfriend up your skirt, and running his finger across your soaking wet pussy.

The new visitor clicked the door shut and walked up the little set of stairs there, and I realized it was Oliver, the band manager.
Don’t see me don’t see me don’t see—

“Oh, hi, Morgan,” he said, smiling at me.

Nick chose that moment to slip the panties to the side.

“Hhhhhhhi, Oliver.” I hoped my voice didn’t actually sound that quivery.

Oliver looked around. “Where’s Nick?”

Under my skirt, sliding his finger around my wet pussy, why do you ask? “He went to get a drink.”

“He left you here?”

Could he really not see I currently had four legs? Nick swirled his finger around my clit, pressing it lightly. “Oh, I wanted to hang. I never got to see anything from this side.”

“Pretty neat?”

Nick trailed his finger back to my opening, leaving his thumb on the excited bundle of nerves to press and tease. This was hell. Hell. The fucker knew exactly what he was doing. I was desperately trying not to react at all while holding my shirt closed so Oliver couldn’t see my nipples which were so hard they could cut glass. “It is. They’re a pretty good band.” Too bad all I could hear was my pulse racing.

“I think Quentin likes them a lot,” Oliver said.

Nick plunged two fingers into my slick channel, all the way to the knuckle and circled my clit again at the same time. Oh,
fuck
. I had to swallow the scream of pleasure. “I...” I coughed. “I think you’re right. Second or third time this month?”

“Third,” Oliver nodded. He was pleased with himself.

Nick started moving his fingers slowly in and out of my wet, hot tunnel while his thumb remained where it was, torturing the already-on-overdrive nerves. “Are you representing them?” I managed to squeak out.

“Nope,” he said. “I just find them now. The drummer works with me in the PR firm.”

There was a different feeling on my clit now, and I realized that Nick had his tongue pressed to me, tasting me, licking me. I grabbed my shirt tightly and freed one of my hands to slam a fist against the wall. Was it really so dark Oliver couldn’t see what was going on? Was he just ignoring it? Nick wasn’t even really trying to hide.

Oliver glanced at me. “I have some things that need done. You’ll be okay here until Nick comes?”

It wasn’t Nick that was coming. “Fine.” I nodded quickly. Nick licked around my clit and then sucked it into his mouth ever-so-lightly. I ground my nails into my palm, bouncing my hand against the wall, willing myself not to scream out an orgasm right that instant.

“Okay, be good. Let me know if you or your friends need anything.” Oliver smiled and ducked behind the curtain separating the stage from the back wall.

The curtain hadn’t even settled back when Nick sucked my whole clit into his mouth, and buried his fingers into me knuckle-deep again, pressing against the spot inside—the hair-trigger for a screaming climax.

And the orgasm ripped through me. I arched my back against the wall, slapping both of my hands over my mouth to keep from letting the whole auditorium know I had just come, hard. Nick licked up every drop of wet silk my body poured out. His tongue lashed me until I finally began to regain some of my other senses, outside of ‘orgasm’.

He licked a few more times, withdrawing his fingers, and moved the panties back to their original position. Wickedly, he grinned at me after reappearing from beneath my skirt. He slid himself up my body, readjusting my skirt, slipping my breasts back into their cups and starting to button the shirt. He pressed his lips against mine and I could taste myself all over him.

“You ass.” I kissed him hard. “Did you know he was going to come through here?”

“Not even remotely.” He buttoned up the last of the shirt.

“You still have a problem,” I brushed my hand over the bulge in his pants. “In fact, I think it’s gotten even worse.”

“And we know I can’t sing with a hard-on,” he said.

I leaned into his ear. “What do you want to do about it?”

He paused for just a second. I knew I was pushing his envelope, but that’s what I’d been doing for the past three weeks. He turned to me. “I want you to suck it off.”

“Just realize, Nick D, there’s no washcloth here.” I breathed the words across his cheek. “I’m taking all of you.”

“Morgan—”

“Don’t you get that I want this?” My words were soft. “I want to taste you.” I turned him to rest against the wall as I dropped to my knees in front of him. I had his pants open by the time I was at eye level. Black Watch Plaid satin blocked my access to him, and I slid my hands around his waist to drop the boxers out of my way.

His hard cock sprang free and I was there to admire it. I fisted him near the base and licked up the bottom to the tip, tasting the drops of pre-cum that had already risen. This was as much as he’d allowed me to this point, but I wanted more. I wanted him to spill himself in my mouth. His law about this was about to be repealed.

I wrapped my lips around his purpling head and dragged my tongue over his tip. He jerked and banged back against the wall. I pulled more of him into my mouth and swirled him there, loving the feel of his velvet-over-steel. I pressed forward, sliding my hand back to allow more of him in.

I hadn’t yet revealed the full scope of my oral abilities on Nick because he was so adamant about not finishing in my mouth. He was about to find out what he was missing. I was drunk enough to do it, too. I pushed further until I felt him nudging the very limit of my throat.

“Goddamn, kitten.” He ran his fingers through my hair, lightly scraping. It felt wonderful, and ran chills through my body, making my nipples pebble.

I held him there, and swallowed hard. I moved him a little and completely relaxed my throat and with another swallow, took him beyond what most women could do. Just the right angle and I had no gag reflex. I pressed all the way forward.

“Holy fucking shit.” His air blasted out of his chest with a heavy breath. I pressed him to the roof of my mouth and stroked the bottom of his heavy cock with my tongue. Then, I turned it into an honest-to-God hummer: I hummed in delight and the vibration tore through him. He pressed hard against wall and slammed both hands against the brick. “Oh
fuck
, Morgan. Don’t stop. Don’t...”

His hot shaft jerked hard in my mouth once, twice. I knew he was going to come hard, and I wanted to taste him. He shook and stuttered, and I lightly palmed his sac rolling him between my fingers. That was the end of him. His sac pulled up and the heavy cock jerked hard. I felt the first splash of hot come at the very back of my throat. I pulled back and the next one landed on my tongue, and finally getting his flavor caused me to quake with a small orgasm of my own.

I sucked and swallowed as many times as he released in my mouth. He slumped against the wall, and I carefully cleaned his now-relaxing cock so he didn’t have any evidence of our encounter sticking to his boxers causing problems.