She glanced at the clock, saw it was seven in the morning and knew it was time to get up. She wanted to do what she could to help with the concert.
Saffi had only been a few minutes into her shower when she heard the door sliding open. She gasped in surprise and then gasped again when a na**d Staffan joined her inside, his hands immediately caressing her body possessively, cupping her br**sts, smoothing past her tummy, and shaping her legs.
He turned her around without a word, their lips meeting in a kiss she was already whimpering for. “Good morning,” he breathed against her lips.
“Morning,” she whispered, her eyes dazed. She was in a shower with Staffan Aehrenthal. Oh, oh, please, my heart, please do be still.
Saffi ran her hands over his chest and she was delighted when Staffan simply stood there, letting her do what she wished. She tweaked his ni**les and was rewarded with his grunt of pleasure. His abs were hard as rock, an absolute delight to touch. When she reached for his dick, it just felt natural to kneel down, one hand cupping his balls and the other stroking him until he was fully erect and throbbing between her fingers.
“Aaah.” He couldn’t stop the groan from coming out his mouth even if he tried, the sensation of Saffi taking him in her mouth too beautiful to keep silent. She sucked him like the born temptress that she was, with a mixture of innocence and passion. His fingers kneaded her scalp but when she sucked him harder, his fingers instinctively gripped her hair more tightly.
Hearing the sounds of pleasure coming from Staffan was arousing, water no longer the only thing making her wet. She tried to take him in more deeply even though he was already so big his dick was forcing her lips to open more widely than ever.
“I’m coming.”
She squeezed his balls and sucked harder.
“Fuck, f**k, f**k,” he groaned as he came in her mouth, his dick going so deep into her throat Saffi almost choked. But she didn’t pull away, wanting to take it all in, needing to pleasure him in every way she could.
When he was spent, she expected him to soften, but his dick was still distended and pulsing when he pulled away. “Your turn,” he growled and pulled her up and then flipping her around to push her to the wall. As her br**sts flattened against the cold wet marble, he entered her from behind, eliciting a whimper from Saffi.
He started to play with her br**sts as he thrust in and out of her leisurely, making her pant in a mixture of frustration and feverish desire. “Please,” she begged.
“Please what?” He circled his dick inside Saffi to drive her even wilder with want.
She moaned. “Please, Staffan, please. Faster.”
But perversely he slowed down even more, making her sob pleadingly, “Staffan!”
He pulled out ever so slowly before slamming in hard, making her gasp as Saffi became flat against the wall again. “Like that?”
“Yes!” It was all she could say, with her body trembling as she continued seeing stars. And then he was furiously thrusting in and out of her, his dick seeming to swell larger and hardening even more with every penetration. The slap of his balls against her wet skin was extremely erotic and she wriggled her h*ps against him, wanting more.
His fingers bit into her h*ps as he shifted her position, and that small change allowed his dick to sink further into her moist depths. “Aaaaah.” She let out a long moan as his fingers found her clit. He started working on her cl*t in rhythm with his thrusts and her h*ps started to buck wildly against him. “Staffan, Staffan---Staffan!”
She shattered around him, and he held her through the violent storm of her pleasure, biting her shoulder to intensify the sensation. She let out another keening cry, and it spurred Staffan to move faster, quick hard shoves until he was coming as well.
Almost an hour later, finally done with shower and replete with a hearty breakfast, the two of them walked back into the stage area, with Staffan’s arm possessively curled around her waist. Everyone from the crew greeted them happily enough, their tones respectful but their eyes filled with curiosity. There were a few fangirls and groupies around as well. The Gs looked at her with good-natured envy while the fangirls obviously loathed her on sight.
“Slut,” one of the fangirls hissed as Staffan and Saffi walked past.
Staffan stiffened.
Not wanting Staffan to get mad at his fans – knowing how horrible that would be since she was also one of them – she pretended to play dumb and asked Staffan with feigned bemusement, “How did she know that?”
Staffan forced himself to relax. “Maybe it has to do with the fact that you’re not wearing any underwear,” he whispered back. Even as he smiled at Saffi’s predictable sound of distress, he was also giving Bob a look to make sure that there would not be a repeat of what had happened. Nobody f**king messed with what was his, and Saffi was definitely that, perhaps even the most important thing in his life right now.
His bodyguard correctly interpreted his command, and Bob immediately turned around to instruct the rest of the security team how to handle this latest bout of trouble.
The other bodyguards changed position, discreetly but effectively blocking the view of the other girls this time. They weren’t escorted out of the premises but they wouldn’t get anything out of being there either. It was the most devious of revenges, which was exactly how Staffan wanted Bob to play it.
The whole world might have forgotten that he was once born of the streets, but Staffan hadn’t. Before being the stepson of a billionaire, a rockstar famous around the globe, he had once been nothing---a hapless child forced to throw away his innocence and rely on a combination of bullish strength and cunning to survive.
“Stop scowling at them.”
He couldn’t help scowling at her this time. “Are you truly going to defend them after what they called you?”
“I am a G.”
He bit back a sharp retort, knowing it was better to keep pretending that he had believed in her disguise.
“They were just carried away,” she said as she touched his arm in a soothing gesture. “They love you so much, you know. They’ll do anything for you.”
“H…you are too f**king nice.” Staffan took a deep breath.
She winced, realizing that Staffan was about to give her another long scolding. But before he could start, someone was calling his name and Saffi whirled around in relief. Saved by the---choreographer!
Eddie waved at them frantically to come over.
Staffan grimaced. “I have to go. He’s always panicky during concert days.” He walked her to a vacant row of seats. “You’ll be okay here?”