“So, Darcie, would you like to go to the afterparty with me?”
“I’d love to.”
“Cool. Let’s go.” He grinned wide, pulling me along, his hand in mine. I felt like every other girl in the world who’d met a guy and was going to go home with him. I could do this. This was normal. When we got to his truck, he pressed me up against the side of it, kissing me again.
If I didn’t think about him, I could enjoy it. It felt good, and I liked the way his hands traveled my body. He just wasn’t someone I wanted to spend more time with outside this moment.
“Second thought, what if we head to the RV and skip the party?” he asked, his voice taking on a husky quality.
“Okay. Um, do you have a condom?” I asked.
“Yeah, yeah, we’re good.”
He pulled me along to a different section where RVs and campers had parked, weaving his way through them with ease.
“So, do you do this often? Hook up with girls at shows?” I asked.
“Sometimes. Kind of a perk, I guess.” He shrugged, throwing me his million-dollar smile.
“Yeah, sure.”
He opened up the door and motioned for me to enter. The space was clean, and I felt better about my decision. Stefan pulled me to the back and locked the door. Immediately, he started kissing me again, and I closed my eyes to get back to the place we’d been.
His calloused hand squeezed my breast, and I moved it away, not liking his touch. He managed to get my dress off, and I sat back on the bed, Rose kicking in.
“So, tell me,” I asked, unbuckling his belt. “What do you want in a girl?”
His pupils dilated, and he licked his lips. “What do you mean?”
“I can be whoever you want me to be.” I pulled his pants down and was shocked at his dick. It wasn’t small, but I’d gotten used to Cowboy’s and Maddox’s, I guess, expecting more. Stroking it, he groaned, nodding, so I kept going.
“That, I like that.” He reached around to a drawer, climbing onto the bed, and I watched as he rolled on the condom. It wasn’t as sexy when he did it.
He kissed me again, his hands roaming me, and I pretended it was someone else. The conversation I had with Cowboy last night came to mind.
“I want to trace every inch of you, Rose. If I could, I’d spend all day learning how you liked to be touched. I’d give you so many orgasms, you wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.”
“I think that would be from your cock,” I teased. Watching as he stroked his massive erection.
“You probably hear this all the time, but I think about you a lot.”
“You do?” I asked, my breath hitching.
“Yeah. I, uh, I even imagine you when I’m talking to other girls. It’s the only way I can…”
“Oh? And how do things go with them?” I asked, touching myself as I watched him.
“It just depends. Sometimes, it’s harder to pretend than others.”
“What do you mean?”
“There’s only one Rose, and they’re not it. But since I can’t have you, I make do.”
“Well, right here, it’s just us. So, let’s pretend we’re together. Tell me what you’d do.”
“Once you’d cum on my fingers multiple times, then I’d cover you with kisses. I want you good and ready for me, Rose. Because I know the moment I slide into you, I’m a goner.”
The feeling of something pressing into me pulled me from my fantasy, and I realized Stefan was already heading to home plate. So much for foreplay.