This Time Around
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Reality TV › American Idol/Pop Idol
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
55
Views:
12,087
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Thirteen
When I was sure the cameras were focused on Amy singing Power of Love, and not on Simon and I, I leaned over, brushing my mouth lightly against Simon's earlobe as I whispered in his ear.
"Meet me in my dressing room in fifteen minutes."
"Why?" he asked, his eyes still focused on the stage in front of him.
"Show up and you'll find out," I responded hotly, moving my right hand up his thigh and giving his crotch a gentle caress before I returned to my spot in my chair, deliberately scooting a little closer to Randy. Simon turned to look at me; eyebrows raised with curiosity, as Ryan signed us out and the credits began rolling.
Simon immediately stood up, tugging his shirt down over his high-waisted trousers, as Randy asked me if I would be joining him and the crew for an after-show dinner.
"Not tonight," I responded with a smile. "I have other plans."
"Oooh, dawg, a hot date?"
"You could say that," I giggled as I stood up, watching out of the corner of my eye as Simon retreated to the door for a cigarette.
I escaped quickly and made my way to my dressing room, where I changed into the appropriate attire to go with the plans I had in store for Simon. I turned down the lights, and adjusted the volume on my stereo, where smooth, sensual jazz music wafted through the speakers. I swayed a bit with the music, getting myself in the mood, when I heard a knock at the door.
"Just a minute," I responded, giving one last look at the black teddy I was wearing before lying down on the couch.
"Door's open," I said and delighted in the look on Simon's face when he opened the door.
"Paula?" he croaked. "What...what is this? What are you doing?"
A small smile played on my lips as I got up, pulling his hand and quickly shutting the door behind Simon.
"You've been wanting me to admit it for years, right Simon? That I want you? Well it's true, I want you, I'm admitting it right..here..and..now." I said, slowing down the last few words for emphasis as I trailed my index finger down the length of his masculine chest and belly, coming to a stop at the waistband of his pants.
He started to say something, but I shushed him, placing my left hand over his mouth.
"Don't speak," I whispered, "Let our bodies do the talking," I said, as I swayed my hips against his in time with the music. He placed his hands on my waist, pulling my hips closer as I snaked my arm around his neck and pulled his face towards mine.
"Kiss me?" I said hotly, enjoying the feel of his short, warm breaths on my face.
Simon's lips came down on mine and I immediately opened my mouth to him, allowing his tongue full entrance to mine. He explored my mouth fully, as I slowly walked backwards, pulling him to the couch. When I felt the edge of it at the back of my legs, I bent my knees, falling back into the couch as Simon fell on top of me, already working fervently to remove the teddy.
"No," I said, pushing his hand away. I sat up and pushed him backwards, straddling his hips as I began removing his jeans. My fingers shook as I struggled to undo the top button, and when I finally did, he raised his hips, allowing me to pull both his pants and his boxers down in one swift motion. I removed his shoes and socks as well, leaving him with nothing on but his tight black t-shirt and his erection standing proudly between us.
"Oh god," Simon gasped as I ran the nail of my index finger up and down the length of his shaft.
"Is there something you need to admit Simon? Because by the looks of things, you want me too," I observed with a smile.
I leaned down, and wrapped my mouth around him, flicking my tongue against the head of his erection. Simon throatily moaned again, encouraging me on as he wrapped his hands around the back of my head, forcing me to take him in further. I deep throated him, and hummed softly, the vibrations causing his cock to twitch. I smiled as I found a slow pace, quickening a bit after a few moments when he began to thrust in my mouth.
"Ohgod Paula...I'm...I'm coming," Simon growled, as he began to slam harder and harder into my mouth. Before I allowing him to reach his climax, I placed my hands on his thighs and withdrew his still hard cock from my mouth.
Retrieving a shirt and a pair of jeans from the floor, I quickly dressed, Simon meanwhile watching me with bewilderment.
"What are you doing?" he asked hoarsely.
"Giving you a little taste of what you've done to me in the past 48 hours," I told him. "Good night Simon, I will see you on Saturday." I said, flipping the lights on before quickly exiting my dressing room.
"Meet me in my dressing room in fifteen minutes."
"Why?" he asked, his eyes still focused on the stage in front of him.
"Show up and you'll find out," I responded hotly, moving my right hand up his thigh and giving his crotch a gentle caress before I returned to my spot in my chair, deliberately scooting a little closer to Randy. Simon turned to look at me; eyebrows raised with curiosity, as Ryan signed us out and the credits began rolling.
Simon immediately stood up, tugging his shirt down over his high-waisted trousers, as Randy asked me if I would be joining him and the crew for an after-show dinner.
"Not tonight," I responded with a smile. "I have other plans."
"Oooh, dawg, a hot date?"
"You could say that," I giggled as I stood up, watching out of the corner of my eye as Simon retreated to the door for a cigarette.
I escaped quickly and made my way to my dressing room, where I changed into the appropriate attire to go with the plans I had in store for Simon. I turned down the lights, and adjusted the volume on my stereo, where smooth, sensual jazz music wafted through the speakers. I swayed a bit with the music, getting myself in the mood, when I heard a knock at the door.
"Just a minute," I responded, giving one last look at the black teddy I was wearing before lying down on the couch.
"Door's open," I said and delighted in the look on Simon's face when he opened the door.
"Paula?" he croaked. "What...what is this? What are you doing?"
A small smile played on my lips as I got up, pulling his hand and quickly shutting the door behind Simon.
"You've been wanting me to admit it for years, right Simon? That I want you? Well it's true, I want you, I'm admitting it right..here..and..now." I said, slowing down the last few words for emphasis as I trailed my index finger down the length of his masculine chest and belly, coming to a stop at the waistband of his pants.
He started to say something, but I shushed him, placing my left hand over his mouth.
"Don't speak," I whispered, "Let our bodies do the talking," I said, as I swayed my hips against his in time with the music. He placed his hands on my waist, pulling my hips closer as I snaked my arm around his neck and pulled his face towards mine.
"Kiss me?" I said hotly, enjoying the feel of his short, warm breaths on my face.
Simon's lips came down on mine and I immediately opened my mouth to him, allowing his tongue full entrance to mine. He explored my mouth fully, as I slowly walked backwards, pulling him to the couch. When I felt the edge of it at the back of my legs, I bent my knees, falling back into the couch as Simon fell on top of me, already working fervently to remove the teddy.
"No," I said, pushing his hand away. I sat up and pushed him backwards, straddling his hips as I began removing his jeans. My fingers shook as I struggled to undo the top button, and when I finally did, he raised his hips, allowing me to pull both his pants and his boxers down in one swift motion. I removed his shoes and socks as well, leaving him with nothing on but his tight black t-shirt and his erection standing proudly between us.
"Oh god," Simon gasped as I ran the nail of my index finger up and down the length of his shaft.
"Is there something you need to admit Simon? Because by the looks of things, you want me too," I observed with a smile.
I leaned down, and wrapped my mouth around him, flicking my tongue against the head of his erection. Simon throatily moaned again, encouraging me on as he wrapped his hands around the back of my head, forcing me to take him in further. I deep throated him, and hummed softly, the vibrations causing his cock to twitch. I smiled as I found a slow pace, quickening a bit after a few moments when he began to thrust in my mouth.
"Ohgod Paula...I'm...I'm coming," Simon growled, as he began to slam harder and harder into my mouth. Before I allowing him to reach his climax, I placed my hands on his thighs and withdrew his still hard cock from my mouth.
Retrieving a shirt and a pair of jeans from the floor, I quickly dressed, Simon meanwhile watching me with bewilderment.
"What are you doing?" he asked hoarsely.
"Giving you a little taste of what you've done to me in the past 48 hours," I told him. "Good night Simon, I will see you on Saturday." I said, flipping the lights on before quickly exiting my dressing room.