Best Night Ever



by
Keara Kevay



Smashwords Edition



Copyright 2011 by Keara Kevay



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Disclaimer:  This ebook is erotic fiction. It contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those over the age of eighteen.


Best Night Ever

The sweat poured like rain down his body as he gave the last thrust of his hips. He clutched the erection bulging against his pants in one hand and the microphone in the other as he screamed out the last words of his number one hit. The audience was on their feet, actually no one ever sat through his concerts; they jumped, they shrieked, they danced, but they never sat—except for her. 
He saw her down on the front row to the left of the stage. She never left her chair during the entire event. She clapped, cheered, and he was pretty certain she cried quite a bit, but she never rose to her feet. 
He didn’t want her resistance to bother him. He tried, unsuccessfully, to push the nagging thoughts out of his pulsing brain. It always felt like his brain was moving to the rhythm of a second heartbeat by the end of a performance. Perhaps it was from screaming out his lines, or the merciless lights that beat down on him so hard he always lost a couple pounds after each concert. Or, maybe it was the pulse of the audience that seemed to beat against him like the huge base speakers on either side of the stage. Whatever it was, it caused him to throb internally for hours after the show. And now the thoughts of one fan who wouldn’t stand sent erratic signals through his mental melee. 
He’d work off the throb and the erection—there was never a short supply of willing volunteers—and the sight of the girl who didn’t get into the concert like all the others would disappear like the sight of his cock being buried into the ass of some pretty boy groupie. Everyone knew he was gay from the time his singing career began two years ago, but because of his stunning looks, his perfect vocals, and his amazing song writing ability, no one seemed to care. 
The women did surprise him though. He expected his first audience to be mostly young gay men, but his music seemed to bridge the gender gap so perfectly that both sexes loved him, or lusted for him was the more appropriate term. He had become an equal opportunity offender in that respect. Every once in a while he would pick a perfect female specimen out of the backstage hopefuls and give her a punishing lesson in anal pleasure—and he made sure the pleasure was all his because he had no interest in pleasing a woman.
His stage hands were waiting with a cold bottled water, a towel, and a hand-picked line up of potential sex partners, but this time there was something extra; the girl who had been glued to her chair was waiting next to his manager.
“Jordie, this is Sapphire Truewell. She’s the winner from the radio station’s Best Night Ever contest,” he added as if to jar his memory.
“Yeah, yeah, right,” he said offering his hand to the girl with the green anime-type eyes, and long, straight brown hair. “Feather-Stone Rock, Z93. So you’re the one who won the backstage tour.” The more he looked at her, the more innocent and alluring she became to him. He was use to girls who piled on the makeup to impress him, but her face was bare—and strangely enough, beautiful to him.  Then she smiled and he actually felt something tingle inside his chest.
“Yeah, I don’t think I slept for a week to make sure I could get into the drawing.”
“That’s cool. Well, you get 30 minutes with me and—”
“They didn’t tell me there was a time limit,” she said with a clear sound of disappointment.
He smiled his famous half-wiry, half wicked grin, “I have to get sleep sometime tonight. I’m leaving for a show in San Antonio in the morning.”
“I—I…” she looked around at the unfriendly faces staring at her. “Do we get to talk in private?”
The grin broke into a full smile. He turned to the line of hopefuls, “Sorry—looks like I’m tied up with a lady tonight.” He wasn’t sure why he called her a lady; that was a term he never used. He watched the drama of disappointment unfold in front of him.
“Bitch,” came the first uttered word from one of the men in the line. It was followed by the easily predicted sounds of them yelling out his name and promising him the most incredible night of his life if he’d just change his mind. He ignored them and took Sapphire’s arm, pulling her away from his manager, and heading toward the backdoor where his bus was parked. 
“I like your name,” Jordie stated as soon as they were far enough away from the angry voices. “Is it a stage name or your real name?” He glanced at her and watched her cheeks pink. How cute, he thought, she’s honestly blushing.
“It’s my real name.”
His security men were waiting to make sure no crazed fan got to him before he reached the place of solitude and peace. They opened the door to the bus as he approached. He stepped back and motioned her ahead of him. “Ladies first,” he said with a wave of his hand. Damn! What was she doing to him? Why was he treating her as if he actually liked girls? 
He followed her up into the bus and immediately began removing his stage outfit. The glitzy jacket was slung over the dining chair, the shoes were next and, before she could turn and seat herself on the plush leather sofa, his pants were being unbuckled. The surprise and shock on her face was good enough to make him want to laugh. Wasn’t this what she was after anyway?
“I’m just getting comfortable,” he assured her. “I’m not going to fuck you—yet. You get your 30 minutes and then I get mine.” By this point he was down to his sweat covered tank and a pair of Jockey underwear. He walked past her and headed for his bed in the back of the bus, removing the wet cotton shirt, “Do you want this for a souvenir, or would you prefer the underwear?” He started to lower the Jockeys, and, to his utter surprise, she turned away so she wouldn’t see him nude.
“No, I’m—I’m okay. I don’t want to take your—your stuff,” she stammered.
He laughed as he stood there completely bare with nothing more than a tank top hanging from one index finger and his underwear on the other. He knew he had a great body; he worked at it constantly. He kept a portable gym in the bus, so when he wasn’t pounding out the next great hit out of his brain, he was pounding his fan-pleasing flesh into perfect waves of muscle. “Look at me.” When her head didn’t turn his direction immediately, it pissed him off, “Get the fuck off my bus and go bother some straight fucking—”
Her head turned and he could see her eyes were wide and filled to the rim of her lower lashes with tears. 
“No, please. I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect—”
Looking at her upset face felt like a thousand needles driving into his heart, “It’s okay. It’s cool. I just assumed you came here for the sex.”
The first heavy tear drop rolled over in a glistening streak down her right cheek, “I did.”
He’d always said nothing truly surprised him in this screwed up world, but her admission certainly ranked pretty damn close. “Really? Well, I’m already undressed, so what the fuck are we waiting for? And I know you don’t think I’m going to be some sweet fucking high-school boyfriend kind of guy who has to sweep you off your feet to get you into bed.” Suddenly a thought hit him that made him reconsider the fact he literally ached to see what she looked like naked, “How old are you?”
“I’ll be eighteen…”
Those were enough words to kill a great boner, “Ah, shit!”
“…tomorrow,” she finished.
“You’re telling me you’re under age,” he said, completely deflating, letting the shirt and underwear drop to the floor. He was ready to boil-over with anger, again, but he just couldn’t handle the look on her face. “I’ll get some clothes on. You get thirty minutes to talk,” he said turning his back to her and disappearing into the rear of the bus. He didn’t really feel like dressing so he slipped on a short robe. He’d call one of his roadies when she left and tell him to go back to picking him out something to ‘do’ for the night.
When he returned to the center of the bus, she was gone.
It irritated him that she didn’t stick around to collect her ‘winnings,’ but maybe it was better this way. He didn’t believe the bullshit about it being her birthday tomorrow anyway. He grabbed his cell phone and just started to dial when his bathroom door opened.
She stepped out in a pair of white cotton underpants and a matching bra. Her face was a deep shade of red, but she was beautiful. She reached out with a trembling hand and untied his robe.
He closed the phone. “I don’t believe it’s your birthday in an hour and ten minutes,” he said glancing at his cell phone before tossing it onto the couch.
“It is,” she said quietly.
“Why the hell did you want to win that contest? You’ve got to know I’m not into chicks.”
“You write songs that feel like they come right out of my soul,” she whispered. “Haven’t you ever done a woman before?”
He rolled his eyes, “Have you been ass-fucked before?”
She shook her head no as the trembling increased. 
“I’m not going to take it easy on you because you’re a girl.”
She swallowed hard, but never said anything.
“Take the rest of your stuff off.” 
He’d never seen anyone shake so hard pulling off a pair of underwear. He couldn’t believe he was so fucking rock hard from just watching her. He rarely got an erection this tight. When she bent down to slide them off her ankles, he slipped his fingers into her silky hair and grabbed two handfuls. “Kiss it, baby,” he growled as he pushed his cock toward her face, keeping her from rising. “Grab it, bitch,” he hissed, all the while thinking how badly he wanted her to swallow every inch.
Her timid hands shook and trembled so violently it felt like he had his vibrating cock ring on. “Don’t act like you’re scared of it, baby; you know this is what you came for.”
Her hands gripped him firmly now as she stroked from the sensitive head, down the shaft, all the way to the bottom of his balls. “Yeah, baby, yeah,” he moaned. She was doing as he asked but he couldn’t believe it; she was literally kissing it. Tiny, closed lip showers of kisses sent shivers up his back. “Suck it, Sapphire—put it in your mouth.”
Her lips parted and her hot mouth suckled against the shaft as if she was trying to put hickeys on it. He liked it, but it still wasn’t what he was aching for her to do. “Damn it! Put the head in your mouth before I break a blood vessel! I gotta slam this son-of-a-bitch down your throat. Do it, baby, do it.”
Suddenly he got what his over-gorged organ needed, but she hadn’t gone down past the head. His fingers spread out in her hair and wrapped around the back of her skull as he tried to force her to go deeper; she gagged. He laughed—he didn’t think he was that big, but it was fun to make someone choke once in a while. “Put your lips over your teeth, girl; I don’t need any scars.” She was still gagging, but at least he could tell she was doing her best.
He reached over her back and unhooked her bra. Although it hadn’t been that long ago he ass-fucked a woman, he avoided playing with their tits; he wanted to see hers, and touch them and put them in his mouth, and…
He pulled her off his penis. Her eyes were watery, but not from crying, it was from attempting to do what he’d asked of her. He lifted her by her shoulders, getting his first chance to see her fully nude body.
“Damn, you’re a nature girl, aren’t you?” 
She looked down as if she didn’t understand, “Is something wrong?”
“You don’t shave your pussy.” He hadn’t seen an unshaved woman since…. He gave an unintentional shiver as his mind drifted back to his early youth. Abby Paulson, the neighborhood slut, had set her sights on him. He was young and confused at the time. He thought he wasn’t gay, but his older cousin raped him after his thirteenth birthday party. He never told anyone and, since he experienced his first ejaculation during the assault, his cousin told him it proved he would be gay the rest of his life.
When Abby got him alone in Fred McDuffy’s backyard garden shed, he thought he’d prove his cousin wrong. She was nineteen, but had been ridden enough to be ninety. Her pussy was wildly hairy, and when he parted the hair to get to her vagina, the smell and the sight of ‘cheesecake’ made him want to puke. He could still picture her ass laying on the filthy shed floor, spread eagle and telling him to shove his cock inside her. When he did, it felt like he’d stuck his dick inside a warm bowl of lard—she had no muscle tone, she was sloppy wet and air escaped from her nasty body every time he rammed inside her. Even her tits, which he thought he’d enjoy playing with, had been laid on by so many guys they were saggy, just like the one time he had accidently seen his mother’s boobs.
He lost his hard-on and, to her very vocal displeasure, he couldn’t get it back. He couldn’t get off with something so repulsive. She didn’t know he’d been ass-fucked before, but it didn’t take her more than a second to start telling him he must be a queer who didn’t like women. That ended his desire for the female species. Her words were left burning in his brain long after the burning case of yeast infection she gave him.
But as he stared at Sapphire, he knew she was very different from Abby. Her tits were perfect spheres floating high on her chest, with tiny, tight pink nipples sticking out like matte colored pebbles. Her pubic area wasn’t shaved, but it wasn’t a frigging bush either; it was compact and flattened against her skin. Suddenly he wanted a woman like he never wanted one in his life. He might actually take it easy on her.
What he didn’t expect was for her to slip her arms around his waist and press her cool body against his in a trusting and unsophisticated embrace. He hesitated and then returned the hug, taking a deep lungful of the fabulous aroma on her skin, “What are you wearing?” he whispered.
She pulled slightly away, looking perplexed as she glanced down, “Nothing now.”
He actually laughed without his typical derision, “No, baby; what kind of perfume are you wearing? You smell freaking awesome.”
She still appeared perplexed, “I—I don’t have any perfume on. It’s just soap.”
Wow, he thought, he’d never smelled anything so clean in his life. “Well, I like it,” he said and then paused. “Sapphire, anal sex can be really painful. I’ll try to make this good for you, but I can’t promise you’ll like it.”
“Can we do more than just anal sex?”
He frowned without thinking. Could he bring himself to attempt to please her the way a woman expected pleasure? He’d have to get a better look at her pussy first. If it was anything like the stinking mess he’d once tried to bone, he doubted he’d get his hard-on back before the night ended. He sighed, “Let’s play a little first and then I’ll let you know if I can fuck you that way.”
She nodded and went back to cuddling against him. 
“Bedtime,” he whispered and began to guide her to the back of the bus. He could tell she was freaking scared out of her mind, but for some reason she was giving him complete control. He wondered if she was just star-struck, or perhaps this was how she was with all the guys. He just couldn’t picture that she’d had very many, but she did say she came for the sex, so maybe he was wrong about her.
She lay back on his bed, but he wasn’t ready to try getting frontal with her, “Roll over on to your stomach and put that ass up in the air for me, girl. I gotta see just how good you look from that angle.”
She turned over and pulled her knees up under her stomach, raising her ass and allowing her cheeks to spread.
“Ah, fuck, you’re gorgeous, Sapphire.” He hadn’t seen such an unblemished, toned, smooth ass on anyone—and it was freaking so clean; this girl knew how to take care of her body. He’d been so enamored with her ass he almost forgot he wanted to check out her pussy while she couldn’t see the expression on his face.
He crooked the index finger on his left hand and slowly brushed the back of it against the soft, hair covered lips. He felt her quiver. She actually moaned and raised her ass higher with a wider spread. The lips were clean and velvety. He brought his finger to his nose and the only thing he smelled was the same intoxicating aroma that came from her skin. He’d never licked a pussy, but this girl made his mouth water.
Before he made up his mind to go completely straight for the night, he wanted to rub his cock up and down between those gorgeous, sweet cheeks.
“Alright, baby, I’m going to let you get a sample and then we’ll decide how you’re gonna get fucked.” His robe dropped to the floor as he brought his bare thighs against hers. He leaned over her first and did something he’d been extra curious about; he cupped her breasts in his hands as his rippled abs rested against her back. 
Suddenly, he got a pleasant surprise. She had reached up and between her legs to stroke his testicles as he let his cock rest between her cheeks. 
“You keep this up, Sapphire, and I’m going to think it’s my birthday,” he mused. He straightened and began rubbing the head of his penis around the anal area, and then he allowed it to slip between her heavenly folds. 
She moaned louder, arching her hips as high and far apart as she could flex. He was ready to concentrate solely on the part of her anatomy that completely captured his curiosity. He pushed the head firmly through the lips and then reached down to gently spread them apart when he noticed something that, even with his limited experience with females screamed out, ‘Stop!’
He immediately drew back and made sure he was seeing it correctly. “Son-of-a-bitch! Get your clothes on,” he yelled as he grabbed his robe off the floor and had it back on before she could even roll over in the bed.
“But—”
“No fucking way I’m doing you! You didn’t tell me you were a fucking virgin! You’ve never had a dick—anywhere. What the hell were you thinking? You’d just come in here and get some fucking prize for having Jordie Michaels pop your… Don’t fucking look at me that way. If you thought you were going to be my best night ever, I hate to tell you, you’re not!”
“Please,” she said sitting up on the bed. “don’t stop. I want you to—”
“You can pack up those tears,” he said walking to the bathroom and picking up her discarded clothes. She was still sitting on his bed looking like some kind of naked angel when he threw them at her. Several sheets of folded paper fell from the back pocket of her jeans. 
She was sobbing as she reached for them.
“What’s that?”
“I-I wanted to give you….”
She didn’t finish the statement before he reached over and opened the papers. It was absolutely no surprise to him to see song lyrics. This had happened to him hundreds of times. Groupies always think they have the next great song penned and tucked in their pocket; he’d never found one he liked, but he’d been accused, unjustly, more than once of ‘stealing’ their lines. 
He was ready to tell her to take her lyrics and her virgin body and get the hell off his bus, but he stopped long enough to look at the first line, and then the next, and before he knew it he was seated on the sofa wrapped up in her soulful words. 
“You honestly wrote these?” he finally asked. He looked up and she had gotten as far as pulling on her tee-shirt and underwear. 
She only nodded.
He motioned her to sit beside him, “So you’re looking to sell them?”
“No, I—”
“You want name rights?”
“No. I was going to give them to you.”
“Why?” he asked. All his anger toward her vanished, “These are actually good. I’ll pay you for them, but I want name rights, too.”
“Keep them. They were for you anyway.”
“I don’t get you. You bust your ass to win some time with me. You pick a known gay to pop your cherry. You’re willing to take some ass punishment, and now you want to give me something I know you could make money with—so I’ll ask you again: why?”
“My mom abandon me seven years ago. She got into oxycodone and meth—it really messed her up. She started hooking to pay for her habit, and when my aunt Tina found out what she was doing she took me to live with her at her house. She told my mom to get her act together, for my sake. Two weeks later, Mom was gone and I never saw her again.” She paused to wipe away the tears and catch her breath.
“I’m sorry, Sapphire. I understand how—”
“Please, just take the songs—but what I really want is for you to be my first. I told you that your songs feel like they come right out of my soul. I know you don’t know me, but I feel like I’ve known you from the first time I heard your ‘Desperate and Dangerous’ CD. I—”
“That’s no reason to—”
“He’s gonna hurt me and I don’t want him to be my first!” she blurted, suddenly looking like a woman on the edge of a breakdown. “I don’t care what happens after tonight to me—I don’t want him to be my first.”
“Who?”
“My aunt’s husband, Martin. He’s told me every day for the last several months the minute I turn eighteen he’s gonna take me to his hunt camp and—and teach me a lesson I’ll never forget. I’d rather die than—”
“Whoa, wait a minute. You’re telling me your uncle is threatening to rape you as soon as you’re legal? Why haven’t you told your aunt?”
She reached into the other back pocket of her jeans that she still held on her lap and pulled out a picture of a thin, blonde-haired woman with the same kind of eyes as Sapphire’s—she was sitting in a wheelchair. “This is my aunt Tina. She broke her back in a car accident a year and a half ago—she met him right after the accident when she was in rehab. He worked as an orderly. She said it was love at first sight, but I think he knew she was going to get a big insurance settlement. He moved out to our place when they released her. They had a little wedding. She kept telling me if she’d never been in that accident she’d have never met him. She’s glad it happened, and depends on Martin for everything. She loves him, even if he is an asshole—she doesn’t see that side. She’d never believe me over him.”
“Then get out of there. Don’t go back.”
“Where am I going to go? I don’t have any other relative who will take me in. I don’t have money because Tina told me I couldn’t get a job until I finished school, and that won’t be for another two months. I’m scared of him, but I won’t leave her—she’s been too good to me.” She was wiping away the tears with the jeans clutched in her hands. 
He knew the difference between someone faking their emotions and someone being for real; Sapphire was for real. “He can’t just—”
“You don’t know him—don’t know what he’s like,” she choked. “He’s got everyone fooled, except me. I got up late one night and went down to the kitchen to get a drink and saw him out by the barn with my aunt’s dog. I knew he hated her dog. He’d given Archie a big bowl of milk and was watching him lap it down.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“That’s what I wondered. I thought it was strange for him to give the dog something at three in the morning—then I saw the jug of antifreeze in his hand. I ran outside and tried to stop him, but he grabbed me and covered my mouth so tight I thought he was going to suffocate me. He told me I’d better keep my mouth shut or the dog wouldn’t be the only thing to die around there. He said if I told anyone he would plant some meth in my room and tell Tina that I was hooked just like my mom. He said she’d believe him and she’d have me baker-acted to get me straightened out.” She looked up at him through her liquid gaze, “He said he’d be the only one at the house with her, and who knew what might happen while I was away.”
“So you didn’t say anything and—”
“And Archie was dead by that afternoon,” she took in a deep quaking sigh as she continued. “He went out the next day and bought my aunt a puppy. It was a hunting dog so it was really for him, but she was thrilled.  A few days later he grabbed me and started telling me as soon as I was legal age he was going to teach me to like what my aunt couldn’t feel.” She crumpled forward and began to rock on her knees. “When I heard about the radio contest, I knew what I wanted to do. He hates your music,” she added with a faint smile.
Jordie couldn’t keep his eyebrows from rising unconsciously, “Look, Sapphire, if I ever wanted to do a chick, you’d be the one, but—”
“Please,” she asked with a trembling lip, “I wasn’t sure I was going to like this, but when you touched me, when you rubbed your body against mine, if felt so good—I want it now, but not for the reason I came.”
“I can’t let you go back, not if someone’s going to hurt you.” He had a strange tightness filling his chest and the thought of her getting out of his protection made him nauseous. 
“I don’t think I have any other choice.”
“You do. I’ll go back with you in the morning and we’ll take my security crew.”
“No—he’s crazy! I don’t know what he’ll do, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to get anywhere near there.”
“If you really want this—if you really want me, and I’m gonna be your first, then you have to promise me you won’t face this guy without some help. I don’t care if it’s the sheriff’s office that goes with you or my crew, but you don’t go alone—and you have to tell your aunt the truth.”
“He’s a convincing liar. I don’t—”
“And, maybe we shouldn’t fuck until after we clear this up.”
Her eyes went wide and a look of panic crossed her face, “No, please, I don’t want to take the chance. I’ll call the sheriff’s office and I’ll tell my aunt the truth, but don’t let me leave here a virgin. You’ll be leaving in the morning and—and if something goes wrong, I’d die if he was my first.”
“I’ll tell my manager to cancel the next show.”
“Don’t make me wait, please—I’ll beg if you want. You can have my ass, I won’t cry. I’ll—”
He put his fingers against her mouth to make her stop talking, “Tell me something, Sapphire. Have you ever gotten off before?”
“I—I…” she looked down at her bare legs, but he tipped her chin up. “…I found if I take the showerhead and let the water pulse against me—it—it gets me off, but it’s been a while since I’ve done it. When he threatened me, I lost my need for that kind of sensation.”
“Look, I want to try something with you—it isn’t my thing, but I think it could be—with the right girl, and I get the feeling you could be that girl.”
“What?”
He didn’t say anything else as his palm slipped around the back of her neck and he drew her to his chest. Her lips were tender and warm, her breath sweet. As her lips parted and his tongue tentatively tangled against hers he could taste a lightly salted musk—it was the flavor of his own body from where she had sucked his erection. The kiss went deeper and he could feel her crumpling into his hold as if she was trying to disappear inside his body. 
Their lips parted as her face nuzzled into his neck and began suckling against his throat.
“God, that was good,” he whispered. “I think there are going to be firsts for both of us tonight. And you are absolutely sure you want me?” He was pissed at himself for even asking. What if she changed her mind? He didn’t think he could handle her telling him to stop, not now.
She pushed him to recline on the couch and slid her lips to tease his tight nipples as she guided his free hand to the soft, cotton covered mound between her legs.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he moaned. He slipped his thumbs into either side of her panties and pulled them off. “I want to get you off, Sapphire—and I’ve never wanted to get a woman off. I want your clothes off and your ass on my dining table. I’ve got to know what that furry little burger of yours tastes like.”
“I didn’t expect you to—”
“I didn’t expect me to either, but I’ve got to try it,” he said as he pulled the tee-shirt over her head and, once again, had her naked in front of him. Jordie was tall and muscular, so when he decided to lift her thin frame, it was like lifting air. He’d lifted men before, but a man’s body has a thickness, a solidness that comes from muscle mass. He placed her on the edge of his dining table and told her to recline. The table wasn’t large, but, then again, neither was she as she slowly complied with his request.
It was right there now, right in his face as he seated himself like he was about to consume a steak. He’d never been a timid sex partner for anyone, but he could admit to himself that he was honestly scared as he pressed his face against the soft folds between her thighs. The first kiss was gentle, like the way she had kissed his penis.
He heard her take in a deep breath, and her hand suddenly gripped his with surprising power.
She still smelled good to him as he rediscovered his bravery and let his tongue drag wetly against her hymen covered entrance. Her moan was exquisite and her back suddenly arched, making him want to do more to her. He wasn’t ignorant about the female anatomy; it just never interested him before now. He knew where her clit was located as he brought the tip of his tongue to a point and went high into the folds of her body. The moaning grew louder and he felt her fingers slipping into his hair.
Timidness and fear went out the window as he began to kiss, suck, and caress her pussy like it was the most interesting, most delicious, most rocking thing he’d ever found. Her breathing was rapid now, her thighs starting to tighten against his face. He was freaked out by the fact that he could actually sense he was about to get her off. Suddenly, her thighs tightened in a headlock and she began to scream out her pleasure as the shock ripped through her. 
He loved it.
“Ahhh…  Ahhh, pleeease,” came her struggled for words, “Stop, Jordie—I can’t take any more.”
He leaned back and wiped his wet mouth. “That was freaking fabulous,” he started to say as he watched her bring her thighs together and curl slightly onto her left side. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” It was an odd realization for him to come to the knowledge that more than anything, he didn’t want to hurt her. He normally liked to punish his partner, but not her. All he wanted to do was make her spasm into ecstasy like he’d just done.
“No,” she moaned, eyes closed, “It’s just that it was so intense; so much stronger than using the shower.”
“I can’t believe how good that was,” he admitted. “I want to fuck you more than anything I’ve ever wanted.” 
He stood from his chair as she attempted to raise herself from the table, but he wasn’t going to permit her to do anything other than enjoy the ride. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the rear of the bus.
Since he knew she was a virgin, he felt certain she wasn’t on birth control. He was a faithful condom user, but he really wanted to feel her body without anything between them. He didn’t think he’d be able to control his ejaculation well enough to pull out before blowing a hot load deep inside her. Just the thought of exploding between her legs made him moan out-loud.
She scooted toward the pillows, spread those creamy smooth thighs, and opened her arms. His heart started slamming against his rib cage like he’d just given everything he had on stage—and they hadn’t even started. 
“Sapphire,” he breathed out her name like some kind of ancient mystical chant that had the power to change the world, “I want you, but we’ve got to use some kind of protection.”
“Why?” she asked. She was completely sincere as if she didn’t have a clue what might happen if he came inside her. “You—you don’t have… You aren’t sick, are you?” 
He knew she was bringing up the HIV question, but it sounded as if she was genuinely more afraid for him than for herself. In that moment he knew she truly cared about him, not Jordie Michaels, pop-sensation—she would care about him if he was only Jordan Michael Karras—the guy he’d been an eternity ago.
“No, baby,” he smiled. “I’m clean in that respect. It’s you. I don’t want to knock you up tonight.”
“Oh,” she responded with a deep blush filling her cheeks, “I….” Her face grew darker.
“What? Tell me. Are you on the pill?”
“I got a Plan B kit a while back.”
He knew what it was, but why was she still so red-faced? “It’s cool. So you were prepared for tonight, there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“It—it wasn’t for tonight.” 
Her eyes were filling with tears again, and they were starting to overflow her lashes. He immediately placed his body between her legs and slid up so he could be face-to-face with her.
“Tell me,” he whispered, wiping away the tears.
“It was in case he—”
“In case he got to you first,” he stated.
She nodded, tiny sobs starting to convulse from deep in her chest. 
“Shhh, baby, shhh. He’s not going to touch you. I want you to come with me, Sapphire. I know you love your aunt, but I’m getting the feeling when tonight ends, I’m not gonna wanna let go of you.”
She cried harder as she tried to hide her face against him. He pulled away and started kissing her, whispering between each touch of their lips that no one had ever done to him what she was doing. “You talk with the sheriff and let them handle it. We’ll stay here until you’re sure your aunt is safe, and then you’re coming with me. I can’t leave behind such a fucking great song writer,” he teased.
She choked out a weak laugh, “Do you really mean it? Are you sure you want me?”
He stopped her words with an intimate press of his body into hers. She inhaled as his penis pressed hard between her legs.
“Yeah, I’m sure I want you. Are you ready, baby? I don’t have a clue if I’m doing this right or if I’m going to be any good at it.”
Her hips rose to increase the pressure. “I’m ready, Jordie, just don’t let go of me,” she crooned as she melded into him.
“There is no fucking way I’m letting go. Hold on tight,” he said as his hand reached down to grab his cock, stroking it up and down through her over-heated female silk. He knew when he was in the exact spot by the way she moved and began to cry out his name, her legs wrapping around him and begging him not to stop.
What he thought looked like a thin vale was shockingly resistant to his entrance. He pushed harder.
She cried louder. 
He could feel the tearing. All the while he prayed he wasn’t hurting her too much. He finally decided to make one hard thrust to end what he knew was uncomfortable for her. And then it happened. He felt the skin give way as his rock hard erection shoved its way into the hottest, sweetest place it had ever been. 
Instantly, her body seemed to cocoon around his, their hips moving in a synchronized choreography. He was so deep inside her, he could feel the end of his penis pushing her cervix, his balls slapping perfectly against her anal area. He was fighting against the orgasm shrieking through his body, begging for release, but he had learned control—it was a hell of a lot harder than it had ever been for him, but he would hold back—at least for a little while longer; he had to get her off again. His secret to staving off the load that felt like it was pooling like lava somewhere between his asshole and his balls was rhythm—musical rhythm to be exact. He was pounding out a number one song, and if there was one thing he could do it was keep time to music.
And then, just like he sensed it when he had her on the table, he could tell she was about to drop over the edge of pleasure.
“Fuck, baby! I’m gonna cum in you. Tell me when, Sapphire—tell me when to let go.”
She was screaming, “Now, Jordie—oh, god, do it now! I’m cu—cumming, baby.”
Their bodies locked as the spasms rocked through them like shots of lightening. His final thrusts going so deep it felt as if he found a wall inside her body.
He didn’t know how long he held her after the orgasm, all he knew was he never wanted to let go.  Somewhere between rediscovering oxygen in his lungs and realizing, even after the amazing orgasm, that he still had a half of a hard on, he smelled the iron aroma and felt the unique stickiness of blood. 
Her eyes were closed and she had one hand splayed across her abdominals when he looked down. His heart seemed to leap someplace mid-throat. It had been her first time and he pounded against her like a thoroughbred thundering down the race track toward the finish line; he’d been too rough on her.
“Damn, Sapphire—I’m sorry, baby.  I never meant to…”
Her eyes opened, but it was obvious she didn’t understand why he was apologizing—then she looked down. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know I was going to bleed like that. I’ve ruined your sheets.”
“Baby,” he uttered to get her to be quiet, “you don’t have anything to say sorry for, these can be washed, or I’ll buy new ones.  I just didn’t mean to be so hard on you. Are you okay?”
She nodded, her bottom lip drawn in and she appeared to be biting it.
“Liar,” he whispered.
“I’m cramping, but honestly, I’m okay.” She reached up and put a tender stroke from her fingertips down his cheek, “Jordie, I expected pain tonight. I expected sex, but not like this.” 
He watched the tears well up as she struggled to continue. For an infinitesimal second, his heart bottomed out as he considered how badly she must be hurting. Then she finished.
“I didn’t expect for you to really make love to me. This is the most wonderful night of my life. Every touch of your lips, every caress of your hands, every perfect stroke as your body danced inside of mine was better than my deepest, private fantasy of you could ever be. You’re beautiful, and tonight was perfect—I just hope tonight isn’t over yet because I want you to do the rest of me.”
Now he was the one perplexed. What was left? “Oh,” he said, understanding she was now talking about anal sex. “No, I’m not going to do that to you; maybe sometime, but not tonight.”
“All of me, Jordie—I want to give everything to you. I don’t want anything virgin left on me when I leave here.”
“You aren’t leaving,” he whispered.
“I can’t stay the whole night,” she said, looking a little panicked. “I told Tina I’d be home by two.”
“We’ll talk about that later, but right now I want you to take a shower with me.”
He had her start the shower and step in while he stripped his bed and quickly threw on another set of sheets. He opened the shower door and the steam rolled out. Even in the hot mist, she appeared to be shivering as she lathered her thighs and washed the red from her skin.
“You should let me do that for you,” he said softly. “It’s my fault.”
She didn’t say anything as she dropped to her knees and began to wash his lower body, removing the stain of their encounter. 
He was ready to tell her to stop, but at the moment she had soaped his penis and balls. The gentle, yet firm touch of her hands was hardening him again.  He could tell she was trying to clean him, innocently unaware of the effect she was having on him. She moved to his inner thighs, and he was ready to tell her to go back to stroking him when her hand slipped between the cheeks of his ass. He inhaled without thought. It had been his turn-on before she stepped into his bus tonight and he couldn’t deny his anal area was still eager to be touched. He relaxed his sphincter muscle as her finger dragged over it. 
She looked up at him, evidently sensing the difference.
“Not with soap, Sapphire,” he uttered so quietly he was afraid she hadn’t heard him. 
She brought her hand out and let the water wash it clean and then directed the flow between his cheeks to remove any soap on his skin. Her hand returned to the sensitive area. 
All the while he was hoping she didn’t have a long nail on her index finger. His knees bent slightly as his cheeks spread to give her space. Her left hand gripped his cock as her mouth covered the end, and her right index finger began to circle his anal opening.
“Yes, baby,” he continued to whisper. 
She probed extremely gently—and it was driving him wild. His muscle was trying to draw her finger deeper inside, but she hadn’t gone farther than mid-knuckle. Her finger suddenly turned the perfect direction and she brushed against his prostate.
“Ohh, ooh, yes girl. That’s the place to tou…  Oh, baby, not too hard.”
Her stroke was impeccable as he felt her working the semen out of his body, but he couldn’t let her keep going or he would be depleted before he could fulfill her last request of the night.
He pulled at her shoulders and felt her resist; she was getting into what she was doing to him. He smiled. “Stop baby or that perfect ass of yours isn’t getting my dick tonight.”
Her lips release the head of his penis as her finger slipped out of his body. She soaped and washed her hands, asking if he was going to take her in the shower.
He kissed her long and deep. “No—it’s not going to be easy and you’re going to need as much lubrication as I can give you. Are you sure? You don’t have to do this for me. I honestly liked your pussy.”
She turned to face the shower wall and pulled his hand to rest between the cheeks of her ass. “Show me a little of what it’s going to be like. Please, Jordie.”
His mouth kissed and sucked against the back of her neck, his free arm reached around to allow his palm to be filled with her breast, as his finger found her entrance. He knew, if she really wanted him to do this, her body would give him the signal as her muscle loosened to accept him. Within moments of him teasing her anus, he felt the minute relaxation. Gently, he pushed the tip inside her.
“Ah, fuck, Sapphire, your ass is incredibly tight. I don’t think you’re going to be able to handle my dick.”
He could tell she was trying to force her muscle to open wider, but she was struggling with the sensation.
“You aren’t ready for this,” he breathed in her ear.
Her thighs were shaking. “Please—I want to try it, even if I can’t handle it.”
He turned off the water and grabbed two thick towels. “I’ll be extra easy, but you’ve got to tell me if it hurts too much. You’ve bled enough tonight and I don’t want to tear you.”
She didn’t say anything, she only nodded as they returned to his bed. He opened the nightstand and got out his jug of Maximus and a condom.
“We shouldn’t do this without the condom, but I don’t know if I can tell if you’re tearing with it on.”
“Don’t wear it,” she said as she slid face-first on to the sheets, raising her bare ass like a perfect sacrifice to him. “I want this first time without anything between us.”
He was hoping he wouldn’t have as hard of an erection as he did when he fucked her pussy, any relief he could offer she would need, but the sight of her ass waiting for him brought him to a full state of penile alertness. He slathered her in the slippery Maximus, as well as himself. He actually worried he used too much and would end up sliding right off her.
He couldn’t go strictly for her anus because he knew he’d never get her off that way—and getting her off was beyond cool for him. He mounted her back and, for a little while, teased her nipples with his fingers, as his other hand, still covered in Maximus tenderly worked into her swollen vaginal area. She started to moan and push her ass into his groin. Finally, he released her breast and began rubbing his hard-on into her anal opening. It took a while, but as soon as he felt her relaxation, he began his entrance.
Her hands were clenched into fists as she held a wad of sheet in each palm. She was whimpering madly, but refusing to tell him to stop. 
“I’ve never fucked anything this tight. Baby, you’re too little for me.”
He felt her lean back on her haunches trying to push him deeper inside her body, but she cried out and her legs began to tremor violently.  He couldn’t go farther than just the head or she would split wide open. He began to stroke his penis so he could masturbate inside her, while his other hand continued to work her clitoris and vaginal entrance. 
The pleasure and pain were blending for her, and her body was climbing to a peak.
“Jordie—Jordie—it hurts so bad, but don’t stop.”
She was coming to a climax again. He wanted desperately to push the rest of his body inside, but he couldn’t do that to her. She had just hit her high point when the masturbation paid off. He pumped his hot liquid into her as she squirmed, panted and begged below him.
“Are you okay?” he breathed heavily as the electrical sensation around the head of his penis ebbed and he was finally able to withdraw. He could see she was red and swollen, but thankfully he hadn’t caused her to hemorrhage nor given her tiny anus hemorrhoids. 
Her legs relaxed as she slowly lower her hips to the mattress. She started to sob as she clutched his pillow and buried her face into it.
“God, Sapphire, I’m sorry. I told you that you weren’t ready for this, baby.”
She rolled over and said something he never expected.
“Thank you. You don’t know how much tonight means to me, Jordie.”
His heart melted. 
He slid down on the satiny sheets beside her and dried her cheeks, “Honestly, you don’t know what it’s meant to me, either. You’re beautiful and perfect. Don’t leave tonight, please. I’ve never wanted a woman to sleep in my arms, but I want you to, Sapphire—hell no, that’s wrong—I need you to. Be mine for real. Please don’t let this have just been for the sex because if that was all you needed me for then I’m going to be fucking heartbroken.”
She swallowed audibly as she nodded and stared into his misty eyes, “I’ll stay.”
He wrapped her in his arms, holding her tight to his chest as he kissed her temple. She fit against him so seamlessly; it was as if the space had been made for her alone. 
She became very still, her breathing was now slow and quiet; the sex completely exhausted her.
He glanced at the bedside clock and then pulled back slightly. “It’s 12:45,” he whispered. “Happy birthday.”
She gave him a sleepy smile, but couldn’t lift her heavy eyelids.
“Was it the truth, Sapphire? Is it really your birthday?”
She nodded, eyes still closed as a soft smile spread over her lips, “Best birthday ever.”
He kissed her one more time and turned off the light. His last thought before drifting off was this truly had been his best night ever.

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Note from the author: 
I hope you’ve enjoyed this ebook novelette, Best Night Ever.  
I have an incredible and heart-pounding full-length paranormal erotica series, Ain’t Even Done With The Night  (book I), and Hold On To The Nights (book II), available for the very reasonable price of ninety-nine cents each.  If you enjoy my style of writing, I sincerely hope you’ll consider purchasing my novels. I promise when you finish them you’ll be smiling and wishing for a Lycan lover, too.  
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