I couldn't believe it! The man I had idolized wanted me?!

Ok so perhaps it was a bit of a stretch- Ashley Purdy was the biggest man whore this side of the pacific. And yet hed seemed so genuine when he was pressing his warm hand to my cold cheek, alighting my skin with unkempt desire. I shivered and rubbed my arms. Ever since he'd walked away, I'd been met with what felt like a never ending cold. I needed to be in his arms and the mere memory of those few warm touches was enough to set my blood ablaze.

i had no illusions of who Ashley Purdy was. He enjoyed playing with a woman's body but felt very little desire to converse with them on such topics as say the weather. He fed from the carnal pleasures of life, the sweet venomous liquor of life's more archaic decadence, not the sweet elixir of love.

And yet... I was fascinated by him. When ever he performed I could swear... he had a lumiscence to his skin. No man like that would ever don body glitter for fear of his masculinity and yet it seemed as though the sun it's self gave life to his tan and beautiful skin. It was almost disgusting how perfect he was- smelling like ripe oranges in autumn or the fresh crispness of burnt wood. My eyes fluttered closed as I imagined, just for a second, how he might look, coming to greet me just off stage with flesh soaked in the exertions of his performance under the hot stage lights in LA weather and the attempts of his to cool himself with unceremonious dumping of water. The cool smirk of his as he pulled me taunt to his body, cupping my cheeks to warm them before kissing me deeply...

i squirmed my legs tighter together, hands shaking as I inhaled deeply. This was proving to be a problematic fantasy. The truth was I was perfectly aware that this was nothing but that- a fantasy, and yet I yearned for it from the hot core of my body. I had never known a man in real life such as that of Ashley Purdy.

in interviews he was always sharp tongued and ready with an easy smile. He played with his hair whenever he grew bashful- which was more often than you'd think- and was intelligent enough to know the difference between then and than, and what to say to someone who was beginning to bow under the pressures of society's conventionlism. He was quick witted and he could make me laugh in an interview even when I felt like I was about to cry. He was a creative soul and just that brief moment at the base of the stage was enough to tell me that he could be very very VERY eloquent when he so desired. I shivered as my heart ached in my chest, rolling my frozen lips inwards with contention of my own thoughts. He was a fantasy and surly I was postulating. I was no groupie but I couldn't keep myself from coming here, to his hotel and wait, just for one second more of that blessed touch.

I closed my eyes with a sigh and swallowed. This was ridiculous. I was standing in front of a fancy as fuck motel, gathering up some semblance of courage to go inside and answer a rockstar's booty call! I should just turn around and leave and get on with my life, just remembering the warmth of his hand against my cheek. And yet something stopped me- a carnal need like the aching of a bee sting had curled its way in the pit of my stomach and I couldn't shake the memory of his touch out of my head. I hadn't been able to see behind that bass of his but there had to be a reason why so many women had slept with him, and earned him the name of lady's man. I didn't sleep around and I was always faithful to my partners but I was single and this was Ashley Purdy we were talking about. He had to be some what spectacular at sex given all of his practice with it and considering I probably wouldn't get another chance like this... fuck it, why not? Intercourse was nice no matter who you were with- with some exceptions- and it wasn't like it was a big deal or I needed to be thinking about it this much. I was a grown ass woman for god's sakes and I could sleep with whomever I damn well pleased!

Steeling myself, I entered the building and calmly made my way to the elevator and chose the level I was pretty sure his room would be on. Hopefully, I would get it right the first time...

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Getting on the bus, I knew that my expression was alarming to most. Even I, despite temperament, grew cold. With my sweat drying on my nude torso, it was exceptionally so. For all that I was starving, it seemed that I was still unintentionally famous because once again, my jacket had been stolen from the dressing room. CC seemed to sense my despondency as he strode to my side, placing a palm to my shoulder forcefully. "Cheer up man! What's got you so upset with honey bunny waiting for you?"

I grumbled. "Jacket."

It seemed he got the message cuz he bounced with the usual CC vigor onto the bus. I sighed at his childlike consistence, about to step on the bus myself when a tunic was thrown at my face. Plain and black in color, it lacked sleeves and the shirt was deep, but it would have to do. I pulled it on with a curtious nod towards my fellow musician upon taking my seat. It was form fitting but comfortable enough. Still...

"Thank you for the tunic but was launching it towards my visage necessary?"

before CC could answer, Jinxx- quite esasperated with my in ability to adjust to modern conventions when not in public, yelled out from the back.

"It's a shirt GODDAMN it, Ash!"

Amused with our slightly friend's distress, I chuckled and waved off whatever CC was going to say with an amused smile. Soon enough, my mind was easily swayed by the memory of Y/N.

It was exhilarating to think what might be waiting for me when I returned to my hotel room. Of course there was always a possibility she had changed her mind... no no, I rejected such a likelihood in its entirety- though more perhaps out of hope and contention then basis of reality. I wanted this belle, to taste her sweet delight and lust for me as I took her- fornicated with her until my tainted and burning seed swelled up with in her and marked her as a Prince's concubine for life.

I was being too hasty but her flavor, her desire was so pure and clean- untainted with the obsessive delusions so many fan girls contained. I could sense her spice, her intellectual sass and I only hungered for her to the point of being ravenous of her touch. I had never craved the caress of a mortal quite so much before in my existence but Y/n was my enigma, my queen. I would have her, rule with her, corrupt her, if only for tonight.

The journey back to our hotel was at best frustrating. The cherry blossom wafting from y/n's hair as I'd stood above her on stage was the only thing on my mind and my pants had grown exceedingly tight. I wanted nothing more than to have her hot, wet pussy engulfing my pecker as I sat fidgeting and it took more strength and will power than I was known for to just have patience. As the bus pulled to a stop I thanked my lucky stars that it was over and bounced out of the car ahead of my friends.

I took the stairs, wanting to be at my room as fast as possible and swiped my card, opening the door with bated breath.

I was attacked by the intense swirling dinner that had consumed the room- Nervousness and agonizing self-doubt. I frowned, she was doubtful? Fuck, that wouldn't do at all. I smirked as my gaze found her before falling as I decifered her body language. She was contemplating leaving. She stood staring at the bed, an arm under her breasts and balancing the elbow of the other, fingers by her mouth as she thought pensively about her dilemma. It would do me no good to see her choose to abandon our night of debauchery. I knew that the only thing to do would be to distract her from her own mental problems. I strode with intent towards her curvacious form standing by our place of future coupling, winding my colored arms around her waist, hearing her tumultuous breath catch. I ran my nose along her elongated neck, inhaling deeply of overwrought jasmine as it ambled from her softness.

"Good evening, my delicate swan," I purred against her flush as it swirled to the surface. "Forgive my impertinance. I feared I might find my self without you."

I felt her shudder, and a smirk of approbation spread over my lips as I ran my hands along her sides, enjoying every curve from the swell of her breasts to the arch of her ass. She leaned back into my chest but I could still sense Y/N's worry. Indeed, she spoke up only a moment more.

"I don't know if this is a good idea..." she worried. "This isn't exactly conventional."

I laughed breathlessly in her ear. "Conventionalism is a sociatal invention. Believe me, beautiful Y/N, if we were alone, with no one to find out on an island... There would be no stopping me from seeking you out and wooing you until you submitted to my embrace and allowed me to worship you. Can you honestly say you feel no desire for this? No will to conjugate until morning brings sweet sorrow of parting? Come, at least allow me to feast upon your honeyed lips, so I may have a kiss to remember you by..."

I pulled away, holding her hand and turned her, tilting her head up with gentle fingers pressed to the underside of her chin. She trembled in elation and I could feel her fluttering heart against my chest. I purred as I leaned in. "Hmmm... Such sweet reponsivenes you have Y/n... I will delight in making you my feast for tonight."

And with that, I joined our lips. Her skin was chapped but petal soft and tasted like ardor, pulling an appreciative groan from me without my intent. My blood rarely burned, a gift from Mother, but it did so now. I had never coveted an evanescent woman before but I down right craved that perfect little snatch around me. I coaxed her to part those soft lips and allow my tongue access to the cavern within. Fuck, she tasted like cinnamon, my favorite. Her aphrodisia was intoxicating and despite my self, I pressed a hand to the small of her back to pull her flush to my form as I deepened our kiss of fervor. She was a delight, opening up greedily for me and letting out a moan of longing as her fingers slid deep into my hair and pulled me closer.

I pushed her to the bed and covered her, warm globes of her breasts sensually trapped against my chest as I continued to kiss her with the thirst of a lust-struck man, mind clouded by the scent, the feeling, the fucking taste of her. That was it... I would have her- if it killed me to take her.

She pushed me back, panting from exertion and her eyes glassy from the stirring I had caused, ME. Her rosy cheeks glowed like spring flower buds, lips swollen and damp, parted and ready for me to slide my cock into. She shuddered as if sensing the erotic thoughts I couldn't escape of her, didn't want to. Then, I felt Queen Mab encircle her fist in my chest as she spoke.

"What the hell are you?"

Notes

Note: Let's be honest, as sexy as this is no guy is this fucking smooth! xD

To be fair, I am not this smooth. Thank you to thesaurus.com for the most part.

Edit: I suck at writing CC obviously- forgive me fair readers for my indiscretions!!!! *hides behind a thick rock*