Can Kara achieve her dream? Can Richie help?

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Chapter 57

When they left for the venue, Kara wasn't sure what to expect, it had been a long time since she had been to a concert. It was like nothing she had ever witnessed before. Jon had more energy than her class of third graders; he never stood still. She watched in awe as he commanded the audience to do whatever he bid. She could only hope to be half that good.

Switching her attention to the man on Jon's right she was completely enraptured. The way he played his guitar so effortlessly, the way he moved and when he used the talkbox, she couldn't tear her eyes away. She shifted restlessly; she knew just how talented that mouth was. He winked at her and all she could do was stare.

When the Soulmates and some of the players made their appearance with a birthday cake for Jon, Kara had to laugh at Jon's reaction, wondering 'who the fuck was on his stage'. She raised her voice with the rest of the crowd as Richie led them in singing happy birthday to Jon, twice. She was exhausted just watching and trying to take it all in.

After the last note of the last song had faded, after the last bow had been taken, after the last scream had died away, Kara barely had time to catch her breath before she was swept up against a hot sweaty body and hustled along the hallway and through one of several closed doors. Richie didn't release her until the door had been kicked shut behind him.

"So Princess, what did you think of your first show?" He had been antsy all night, wondering how she would react never having been to a show before. Kara didn't answer right away, trying to gather her thoughts, trying to figure out how to tell him what she was feeling. She watched as Richie moved around the room, gathering his things, undressing, tossing his sweaty stage clothes in a pile, readying to take a shower. Wrapped in a towel he paused with his hand on the doorknob, waiting for something, any kind of reaction from her.

Kara crossed the room to him, wrapping her arms around him, resting her cheek against his hard, sweaty back, "I'm not sure how to describe what I'm feeling, what I saw. It was all so much more than I ever could have imagined. You were incredible, the whole night was amazing."

Richie turned, wrapping his arms around her "I'm glad you enjoyed your first time Princess."

She grinned as she leaned up to press a kiss to his lips, "I can tell you my favorite part though."

His eyebrow rose as he wondered just what she had found to be her favorite thing "do tell."

She smiled slightly and her cheeks pinked, "the talkbox. I loved when you used the talkbox."

Richie smiled at her before pressing a kiss on her forehead, "the talkbox, really? Why's that?"

She squirmed slightly, "you have an amazing mouth and, knowing what you are capable of with that mouth, you had me turned on all night." Before Richie could say anything, Kara leaned up and pressed her lips to his, letting the flood of emotions swirling inside her dictate her actions.

Grabbing her and holding her to him, Richie kissed her back, their mouths eating at each other, their tongues waging a war with each other. He had wanted her experience to be good, but hadn't considered her reaction being like this. He liked it.

Kara reached between them and with a tug, his towel fell to the floor. She pulled her mouth from his and dropped to her knees, kissing her way down, trailing her tongue through the barely there smattering of hair at his navel and lower, through the dark nest of hair that was the backdrop for his more than impressive cock, dragging her tongue up the length of him, taking him fully in her mouth.

Richie watched as she slid down the front of him and nearly cried out as he felt her warm mouth surround him. He had to close his eyes when he felt her tongue swirl around his head and when she took him deep and he felt the back of her throat he dropped his head back. "Fuck Princess." She smiled around him, humming lightly as she slid him in and out of her mouth.

Sliding her hands up his thighs she cupped him lightly with one hand and wrapped her other hand around him, moving it in tandem with her mouth. Richie braced a hand on the wall and the other he wrapped in her hair, groaning his enjoyment with each stroke of tongue and fingers. His hips pumped as she drew him closer to the blessed relief that was hovering.

When she took him deep, when she nearly swallowed all of him, he couldn’t hold back anymore. With a long, low groan, he exploded in her mouth, his hips twitching and pumping with his release. Releasing his grip from her hair he drew her up from the floor, kissing her, tasting himself on her lips. “I’m not the only one with an amazing mouth Princess.”

Her cheeks pinked and she averted her gaze, only to feel Richie’s fingers urging it back to him. “Don’t be embarrassed Princess, I love that you were able to let go and let your emotions lead you. As a matter of fact,” he swung her up into his arms and headed for the bathroom, “I intend on taking my turn next.”

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