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** NOTE: THIS FIC CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEX!!! IF THAT BOTHERS YOU, THEN *PLEASE* DO NOT READ IT!! **~Part 5~
The silky material felt binding yet wildly erotic against Shai’s closed lids. She was caught in an awkward state of limbo, bouncing steadily back and forth between being completely turned on and totally nervous. It was such a strange mix of feelings, it made her head spin.
“Relax” he whispered, his voice so light she’d barely heard it.
She tried to still her body, to push out all the nervous energy that was flooding her system but he certainly wasn’t helping. She could feel him rustling around at the end of the bed and it was driving her fucking crazy that she couldn’t see him, couldn’t touch him. Her body tensed again when she felt him nudge her legs apart with his knees and crawl in between them.
“I said relax baby” he whispered again.
She took a deep calming breath and did her best to relax but that hard found relaxation was short lived. She practically came up off the bed when she felt him spread her soft, slippery lips with his fingers.
“Jesus...Marshall..” she whimpered.
Thick, hot, sticky liquid cascaded down over her exposed clit, running down to mingle with the thick, syrupy liquid emanating from her body.
“Marshall...”
“Shhhh” he whispered slowly trailing his tongue up the soft flesh of her inner thigh in teasing swirls of motion.
“Oh God...”
“Do you trust me Shai?” he asked gently.
His fiery breath trickled out to tickle the sensitive flesh at the juncture of her thighs and she almost came undone.
“Yes” she moaned brokenly.
“Then RELAX...please”
She stilled her movements in an effort to show him her trust but it was the hardest fucking thing she’d ever had to do in her life. She could still feel his breath hot and heavy fanning over her throbbing pussy and it sent her nerves fizzling out of control.
“Marshall, I want...”
“Shhhhhh” he whispered against her slick skin.
His mouth dropped lower, landing on the straining bud at the top of her sex, tugging it into his hot, greedy mouth and suckling gently. She was writhing underneath him, her thighs trembling to some imaginary beat in her head when he suddenly released the delicate bud and dragged his tongue down across her wet lips.
“Mmmmm, chocolate and you” he purred, “what an addicting combination..”
He dragged his tongue up, plunging it into her hot, juicy opening, pushing it in as deep as he could possibly go. He was skillfully relighting a fire in the pit of her belly, the heat was scorching, burning her from the inside out. The smooth flesh of his tongue was busy methodically stroking her velvety walls and the effect was brain battering.
His fingertips crawled up her thigh, inching ever so slowly toward the treasure box located between her legs. He arrived at his destination and his pointer finger moved over her clit and pressed down roughly.
“OH FUCK..” she screamed arching up further into his mouth and pushing his tongue deeper into her body.
Her inner walls contracted and fluttered around his tongue while he continued to plunge it in and out of her.
“Untie me, now” she whimpered, “please...I want to touch you, I need to touch you..”
He removed his tongue and crawled up her body, grabbing the ties that bound her wrists to the bedpost and lightly tugged. Her wrists came free and she yanked off the makeshift blindfold before pouncing.
She pushed him onto his back, inching her way up his body, her tongue leaving a wet trail on it’s way up. She stopped at the twitching muscle nestled beautifully between his legs and darted her tongue out to swirl it around the tip.
“Shai” he panted, “baby...please...stop..”
“Uh uh” she whispered, her hot breath flowing out over the raw skin of his cock, “you had it your way, now I want it mine..”
He moaned when her luscious lips closed over his hardness, pulling him into the inferno of her mouth. Her tongue slid in wide strokes against the underside of his cock and her teeth brushed against the front as she pulled her head up and applied intense pressure to the sensitive tip.
“God, please..” he begged.
It was her turn to make him tremble. She was going to turn him into a huge mass of putty and she was going to enjoy every single fucking second of it.
“You like that?” she hummed, the vibration of her voice rumbling around his cock.
“Fuck, yes..” he hissed.
She dropped her head back down again, engulfing him completely before pulling back up and off, continuing her journey up the hard planes of his body, stopping briefly to twirl her tongue teasingly around each pebbled nipple on his chest before continuing up until her mouth crashed into his.
Their tongues tangled and twirled around each others as she settled herself over his cock and slid down, taking him in, inch by inch.
“Jesus Shai” he groaned, “you’re so hot...so tight...so wet...fuck baby..I wanna cum..”
“You will” she moaned, her eyes were going dark. Her pupils were so dilated you could barely make out the color of her eyes.
She began to move, slowly at first, pulling him in and out of her body until the passion became too much and she sped up, riding him hard and fast and wild.
“Oh shit baby” he bit out between clenched teeth, “I’m gonna cum, gotta cum, can’t hold back..”
“Please” she panted, “wanna feel you, I wanna feel you explode inside me..”
He wanted to feel her cum around him too so he reached between them where their bodies were joined and pinched her clit between his fingers tugging gently.
“Marshall..” she whimpered, her breath hitching.
“Let go” he groaned, “please Shai, just let go..”
And she did. Their bodies exploding together, soaking each other with their cum..
~*~
Marshall leaned up on his elbows so that he hovered over her and stared down into her dreamy sky colored eyes.
“So” he said casually, “you never did get around to telling me about you..”
“I kinda got distracted” she tossed back.
“Yeah, I guess you did” he smiled, “but you’re not distracted now..”
“No, I’m not” she said meeting his eyes, “what do you wanna know?”
“Anything, everything” he said running a finger against her cheek, “whatever you wanna tell me..”
“Ok” she said releasing a pent up breath, “well obviously you know that I’m a dancer.”
“Uh huh” he smiled, “do you dance exclusively for Beyonce or was that just a one time thing?”
“No, I dance exclusively for her” she smiled, “I love B...she’s great.”
“Uh huh..” he prodded.
“Ok, you wanna know more, let’s see” she pondered, “Ummmm well I’m 25 years old, I’ve been dancing for as long as I can remember, it’s like a fire in my blood, I can’t imagine doing anything else EVER..”
“What do you do when Beyonce’s not touring?”
“I teach dance lessons to some kids back home”
“You work at a studio or something?”
“Or something” she smiled.
“And that means?” he prodded.
“I own my own studio” she smiled, “it’s not very big but it’s mine so....”
“That’s fantastic” he smiled and leaned in to kiss her.
“Thanks” she smiled genuinely.
“Have you ever thought about what you’ll do when you can’t dance anymore?”
“No” she whispered, “the mere thought of that hurts, so I try not to think about it..”
They talked for a long time. The conversation gradually went from tense, to easy, to comfortable. They shared little things about each other, big things about each other, unimportant things about each other, important things about each other and before they realized it, they’d stepped into dangerous territory...
“Shai” he said seriously meeting her eyes and holding them.
“Yeah” she whispered shaky. She’d caught the serious tone in his voice and it made her nervous.
“Are you on some form of birth control?”
“No” she answered, averting her eyes from his.
He pulled her face back to his, “Shai, don’t look away from me, please..” he whispered.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that I..” she trailed off and took a deep breath before continuing, “I’ve never done anything like this before, ya know? And I feel kind of foolish..”
“Don’t feel foolish baby..” he said gently.
She nodded her head, reaching up to grasp his face in her hands, “Thank you..”
He bent down and kissed her gently, “Can you handle a little bit of serious talk?” he whispered against her lips.
“I think so..”
“It’s just, we didn’t use any protection tonight and I..I mean if..” he trailed off trying to get his mind together, “if you get pregnant Shai I..”
“I won’t get rid of the baby” she cut him off sitting up, “I’m sorry but I can’t do that, I just can’t..”
“I never asked you to” he said soothingly, “I would NEVER ask you to do that, ok?..I’d actually be severely pissed off if you even considered it..”
“I’m sorry, I overreacted” she apologized laying back down, “it’s just that, I couldn’t do that ya know? A baby would totally fuck up my life but God, if it happened I’d have to deal with it because I just...I can’t Marshall” she said looking at him, “I’m not made that way or something..”
“And I respect you more than you’ll ever realize for that” he said gently, “would you tell me?”
“Tell you?” she questioned, “if I was pregnant?”
“Yeah..”
“Of course I would Marshall” she said grasping his face again, “I would never keep something like that from you!!”
“Now it’s my turn to apologize” he said softly, “I didn’t mean to offend you..”
“You didn’t” she said honestly, “it happens far too often in the world Marshall, in your shoes I’d probably ask the same thing..”
“So we’re ok?”
“Yeah, we’re definitely ok!!” she smiled.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah..”
“If you walk out that door and everything returns to normal and no surprises pop up forcing us back together, will I ever see you again?” he asked. His voice sounded a bit to vulnerable for his own liking but he couldn’t help it.
“Do you wanna see me again?”
“Yeah...”
“Then you will...”
~Part 6~
Shai was enjoying herself immensely, the whole power play thing was seriously turning her on, she could feel the wetness gathering between her legs.
Marshall wiggled a bit, scrunching up his nose to try and dislodge the makeshift blindfold covering his eyes.
“Relax baby” she whispered, feeding him his own lines from earlier, “we’re gonna play a little game..”
“Game?”
“Uh huh”
“Shai...”
Shhhh” she said covering his lips with her fingers, “trust me..”
“Turning the tables, huh?”
“Who me?” she asked innocently, leaning forward to run her tongue smoothly across the line framing his bottom lip.
“Yeah you”
“I’d never..” she giggled
“You’d never, my ass” he grumbled, “you’re tortu....”
His words were swallowed up as she took command of his mouth, pressing her tongue forcefully between his lips, “shut up and trust me, ok? Just trust me..”
“Shit!! Shai” he groaned into her mouth, “you’re so soft and wet, I just want to...”
She pressed her fingers against his lips again, silencing him.
They were sitting in the middle of the bed, facing each other. She was scooted up in between his thighs with her legs wrapped loosely around his waist. His cock was snuggled comfortably between them.
“I’ll give you what you want” she whispered, running her tongue across his jaw line, trailing further down to lave at his neck, “but first I wanna play..”
He groaned helplessly, she was sucking at the pulse point in his neck and it was doing wicked, evil things to his body.
“You’re driving me crazy..”
“Mmmmm” she moaned, the sound echoing against his skin, “just be still..”
He felt her reach over for something and the movement caused his cock to slide through her slippery fold.
“Fuck Shai..”
“Shhh Shhh Shhh” she settled herself back comfortably between his thighs, “we’re just gonna play a little game now, ok...I’m gonna play around a bit, test your sense of taste...”
She leaned forward and rubbed her lips against his, opening her mouth softly over his. She had something stuck between her teeth and was gliding it over his lips teasing them open.
He opened his mouth, and she pushed the foreign object in. She caught it, crushing it between their tongues and the sweet juice coated the inside of his mouth, “You know what that is?” she whispered.
“Cherries” he moaned tasting the sweet fruit.
“Mmmm Hmmm”
She sucked it back into her mouth crushing it with her teeth before pushing it back into his. Their tongues wrapped around each others, the fruit getting caught up in the mix.
“Tastes good” he groaned.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah”
They repeated the process, going through an array of fruits. Some tart, some sweet, some soft, some rough. From cherries to blueberries. From strawberries to bananas. From grapes to pineapples. It was wildly exotic, the taste of the various fruits mixing in with her own luscious taste.
“You like that?”
“Mmmmm but I want..”
“I know, me too” she purred pushing him onto his back.
He reached up to grab the blindfold and pull it off but she stilled his hands.
“Shai?”
“Wait” she whispered.
She moved herself from the perch between his legs. Crawling as agile as a cat up his body. He was going absolutely insane, he wanted to see her beautiful body raised over him while she sunk down onto his cock, taking him fully into her...
“Shit, that’s cold” he whimpered trying to sit up.
“Relax” she whispered pushing him back down.
She trailed the smooth, creamy substance down his chest, stopping to circle around his nipples.
“Jesus..” he groaned when she leaned in, flicking her tongue over his nipple to remove the creamy liquid she’d just slathered over him.
After she’d made sure that nothing was left behind, she continued her journey down south, trailing the liquid over his quivering stomach, her tongue swirling through the tracks she’d just made.
“Mmmmm, you taste so good” she purred.
She stopped just over his cock, he could feel her breath fluttering out, slapping against the smooth skin.
“Baby..” he whimpered seconds before the cold, fluffy stuff rained over his erection, sliding down over the straining skin.
Her tongue slipped out, sliding up his cock, starting from the base moving up to the tip slowly and then dipping down to pull him fully into her mouth.
“Fuck” he hissed.
“You like that?”
“Fuck, YES” he bit out.
The feelings were intense. She was alternating between intense sucking motions and running her tongue up and down his shaft like she was a kid in a candy store, who’d just found a lollipop she couldn’t get enough of.
“Oh baby” he moaned, his hands diving into her hair.
“Mmmmm, don’t wanna leave anything behind” she groaned
“Oh shit...Shai” he panted.
“Cum for me Marshall, I wanna taste you..”
His hips bucked up, shoving himself deeper into her mouth and she took him in, all of him. She wrapped her lips around the base and dragged her mouth up, sucking with all her might.
“SHAI” he screamed as he exploded, flooding her mouth with his essence.
She pulled back up and nibbled at the head of his cock, while he rode out the rest of his orgasm.
She lifted up, licking her lips to get rid of any excess cum, “YUM” she purred.
“Jesus, have I told you how fucking hot you are?”
“Nope, don’t think so..”
“It’s aiight” he growled, “I’m fittin’ ta show you”
He pulled her across the bed, flipping their positions so that she was pressed into the mattress. He nudged her thighs apart with his knees and dove into her creamy, hot center.
“Mmmm, you’re so fucking hard baby” she moaned, “how do stay so hard?”
“You” he panted as he thrust into her, “you keep me hard..”
His thrusts were wild, disorganized, edging on the side of brutal but she didn’t care. She loved the feeling of his hardness pressing into her body.
“Oh baby, you feel so good” she groaned, “so right, too right..”
“Shai” he panted, “you’re so fucking beautiful baby, when I’m inside you, I feel, oh God I just feel...too much...”
“Marshall..” she whimpered brokenly.
Her walls started to contract around him, pulling him deeper into the impossibly tight, incredibly wet, deliciously warm, sensually soft heaven between her legs.
“Oh God Shai” he moaned choppily in her ear, “it feels so good when you cum, your body just wraps around me, squeezing me, pulling me deeper..”
His hot breath beating against her ear sent sparks coursing through her, they landed between her legs intensifying her orgasm.
Her muscles clamped around him tighter and his body shuttered helplessly as his orgasm crested and crashed through his body...
~*~
They laid there together, silently contemplating all the deliciously wicked, sinfully exciting, delightfully erotic things they’d done to each other. Both of them wondered where this...this thing between them would go? Where could it go? They both had careers that would separate them for months at a time. They were from two totally different places, two completely different walks of life.
“I better go” she said sitting up and throwing her legs over the side of the bed.
“Uh uh” he whispered pulling her back down against his chest.
She flipped over so that she faced him and snuggled up into the curves of his body.
“I really should” she whispered, “it’s after 4 in the morning..”
“Don’t care..” he was being stubborn about this, he didn’t want her going anywhere.
“Marshall” she whispered, “I gotta catch a plane tomorrow and get back to my real life, this was fun but...”
“So that’s it?” he asked softly, trying to disguise the hurt, “It’s been fun Marshall, but I gotta go, I’ll catch ya later..”
“No” she corrected, “that’s NOT it!!”
“Then what?”
“Baby we have separate lives” she whispered, “and we have to go back to them, I wanna see you again, I do” she stressed meeting his eyes, “but right now we gotta go our separate ways..”
“Stay” he asked softly, “just for tonight, please stay..”
“Ok” she whispered gently running her hand up to rest on his chest.
“Thanks..”
“Don’t thank me” she said kissing his chest, “I want to stay...”
~Part 7~
Marshall woke up steeped in soft, warm silk. He tried to focus on the pleasure spiraling through him but he was still caught in that foggy abyss of sleep, unable to distinguish between his dreams and his reality. He felt the heat wrapped around him, the soft tender flesh sliding over his but his mind hadn’t quite caught up with his body, which was fully and unquestionably awake.
“MMMMMM” he whispered in that gravelly morning voice, “am I dreaming..”
“I sincerely hope not” she groaned, sinking back down to take him into her body again, “this feels too fucking good to be a dream..”
He squinted up at her and his cock twitched. She was fucking glorious, mounted on top of him, her body rising up and sinking back down again to swallow him, her face alive with passion, her cheeks still flushed from sleep.
“God, you feel so good Shai..”
“Uh huh” she panted, “you too..”
She was close, he could sense it, she was on the brink of fulfillment and he wanted to push her over the edge. His eyes traveled down her body, skimming over her chest before moving down lower to the place where their bodies were joined. He groaned watching her lift up off of him and sink back down, his cock disappearing into her scorching heat. He ran his hand across his torso, settling it between her legs and brushed his thumb across her distended clit.
“Fuck Marshall” she moaned, her body rocking against his thumb.
“You wanna cum baby?”
“Yes..” she hissed, “God, yes..”
He increased the pressure of his thumb on her clit, pushing against the delicate bud rhythmically. Her body bucked, bowing under the intense pleasure of having his cock buried deep inside and his fingers teasing the sensitive flesh outside.
“That’s it Shai” he panted, the pressure was beginning to build within him too, “cum for me baby, I wanna feel you..”
She rocked forward again, pressing herself firmly against his hand and a trillion tiny, electrified stars exploded in front of her eyes.
“Marshall” she whimpered brokenly, grabbing onto his arms for support.
He reached up, grasping her hips, digging his fingers into the satiny flesh. Her walls were massaging him, milking him and he thought he was going to die from the exquisite torture.
“Fuck Shai” he groaned, “you’re so tight baby...so fuckin tight..” he lifted her hips up before slamming her back down onto his straining cock, “SHAI” he hissed as his cock twitched, his cum bursting out and flooding her insides.
She collapsed onto his chest, her breathing was labored and her heart was a riot of crazy, uneven beats, “You’re going to be the death of me but I’ll sure as fuck die happy..” she panted.
“Touche” he tossed back.
They laid there for a few minutes, struggling to get their breathing back on even keel and just enjoying the feel of their bodies pressed together. Even though neither of them said it, they both knew that their time together was just about up.
She was the first one to break the silence, “I really do have to get going, I’m gonna miss my flight..”
“When’s your flight?”
“At 10..”
He looked over at the clock and winced, it was only 7:30 in the morning and they hadn’t drifted off to sleep until sometime after 4 am.
“Can’t you push it back some?” he asked hopeful.
“You know I can’t” she said softly, “and you can’t either!! We both have careers that don’t give us room to be compulsive..”
“I know” he sighed, “I just..I don’t wanna let you go just yet..”
“I feel it too” she whispered, “it’s crazy and stupid and way too soon but I feel it too”
“You promise I’m gonna see you again?”
“Damn straight” she smiled.
She lifted herself off him and slid out of bed. She contemplated jumping in the shower but decided against it. As twisted as it sounded, even to herself, she wasn’t quite ready to wash him off of her yet. She walked around scooping up pieces of her clothing before walking over and shutting herself in the bathroom. Once the door was securely shut, she leaned against it and slid to the floor, ‘What the fuck have I gotten myself into?’ her mind screamed at her. This was a bad situation and it was bound to end up disastrous for her. A night that was supposed to be filled with meaningless sex had somehow turned into more than her heart could handle. ‘No use torturing yourself now’ she muttered to the empty room, ‘What’s done is done!’ She got up and quickly threw on her clothes, taking a deep, soothing breath before opening the door and strutting back into the room..
He was fully dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed slipping on his shoes. He looked up at her and she felt a pang course through her and land uncomfortably in the pit of her stomach.
“You ready to go?”
“Yeah...No..”
“Me too” he smiled standing up and walking over to stand in front of her.
“I think I’m in big trouble here” she smiled.
“You’re certainly not alone”
“I’m gonna miss you” she said on a deep breath, “how weird is that?”
“Very” he smiled, “but I’m gonna miss you too..”
“Ok” she sighed, “we should just say goodbye and get this over with while I still have the will to walk away..”
He leaned down, placing his lips softly over hers, his tongue pushing it’s way into her mouth to dance with hers, “Goodbye” he whispered breaking the kiss.
“Goodbye” she said pulling him into her embrace.
She held him there for a few minutes before reluctantly releasing her hold on him and backing away. She walked backwards towards the door, never breaking eye contact. When her back came in contact with the door, she blew him a kiss before turning around and disappearing from sight.
He stood there for a few minutes staring at the spot she’d been just a few short moments ago wishing like hell that he could go after her and drag her back but he knew better. She’d said it best, ‘Baby we have separate lives and we have to go back to them’
~*~
“So, how was it??” Beyonce asked arching her brow dramatically.
As soon as Shai had stepped foot on the plane, B had been on her like white on rice.
“It was good” she said in a noncommital tone.
“You spent the whole night with him and all you have to say is ‘It was good?’ , that’s it??”
“Let’s just say that he rocked my world and few other places that I would’ve rather he left alone..”
“Ought oh” B said softly, “that doesn’t sound good.”
“No” she said with a sad smile, “I’m afraid that it’s not good, not good at all...”
~*~
“Where’d you fuckin disappear to last night?” Proof asked as they boarded the plane.
“I just headed back to my room” he shrugged tossing his bag in the overhead compartment.
“Alone?” Proof asked studying him, “or were you with that ballsy chick from the awards?”
“Ballsy chick, huh?” he smiled.
“Fuck yeah” Proof laughed, “she grabbed your fucking dick in front of millions of people, that takes balls.”
“Yeah, I guess it does”
“So’d you leave the party with her or not?”
“Yeah..”
“And??”
“And nothing” he said trying to put an end to the conversation.
“Am I missing something here?” Proof asked.
“Nope” he said shrugging, “just don’t wanna talk about it, that’s all..”
“Aiight” Proof said looking over at Marshall.
He wasn’t quite sure what had happened between Marshall and the chick from last night but whatever it was had Marshall all twisted up inside, which could either be a very good thing or a very bad thing. Marshall had been through his fair share of shit so he hoped like hell that whatever happened between them leaned heavily toward the good side...
~Part 8~
Shai had heard somewhere along the line that there were people in this world that could knock your life completely out of whack, they could throw your equilibrium off balance until it was nothing but helter skelter, completely wreak havoc with your mind and no matter what you did, you just couldn't seem to get your feet back on solid ground, like a chemical imbalance in the brain or some crazy, fucked up shit like that. That had to be what was going on here...
Out of all the emotions she should be feeling right now..sorrow and regret were not the prime choices. She should be ecstatic, jumping for joy, shouting with glee but as she stared down at the single, solitary, pale pink line all she knew for certain was that she felt a huge sense of loss...
‘What the fuck is the matter with me?' she cursed herself, tossing the pregnancy test in the closest garbage can.
She couldn't wrap her mind around these conflicting feelings raging through her head. She didn't want a baby, not his or anyone else's!!! She was a dancer for God sake's, a baby would fuck up her life to no end, so what was with the weepy sad feeling dragging her down.
"SHAI"
She heard her name being called from somewhere out in the hallway and took a deep, cleansing breath before pushing through the door...
"Yeah Clive" she gave him that plastered on smile that was killing her cheeks, "you need something?"
"B's ready to rehearse" he said looking her over, "you up for it?"
"Of course" she bristled, "why wouldn't I be?"
"I dunno?" he shrugged, "you just seem moody today.."
"I'm not fucking moody" she snapped and winced at the tone in her voice, "I'm sorry Clive" she gave him an apologetic smile, genuine this time, "I had a piss poor night's sleep and it's fucking me up today.."
"No problem sweetheart" he said putting his arm around her shoulders and giving her a small squeeze, "I'm sure B would understand if you skipped rehearsal's today, you already know the routine inside and out!!"
"No, no" she said leaning her head against his shoulder, "I'm ok...dancing's good for me, it'll pull me outta this miserable funk I'm in.."
"Alright" he smiled, "then let's boogie.."
~*~
Rehearsal's had been a bitch. Shai's muscles felt like they were on fire, she was sweaty and tired but amazingly enough she felt a million times better. A little dancing was all she'd needed to knock out the temporary insanity that had come over her.
This was it, last show of the tour and then it was back home to her tiny dance studio and her handful of students, she missed them. She loved touring with Beyonce...the lights, the music, the routines, it was all so exciting, it practically called to her, pulled her away from her mundane existence, dragged her out on the road where all the excitement happened but by the end of the tour she was always ready to go back to that mundane existence she called her life.
And this time she was more than ready. She missed him, A LOT, a hell of a lot more than she was willing to admit. It'd been exactly three weeks since she'd left him standing in a hotel room in NY, three weeks since she'd stared into those heavenly blue eyes that fried her circuits, three weeks since she'd felt those nimble fingers of his dance across her skin, THREE FUCKING WEEKS and she was going insane, bat shit, looney, over the moon.
‘FUCK' she ranted to the empty room, ‘get a fuckin grip on yourself Shai!!!'
"Everything ok in here?" Beyonce asked from the doorway.
"Huh?" she asked turning around to face her, "Oh yeah, yeah everything's great B, you need me for something?"
"Nope" Beyonce shrugged stepping into the room, "I was just passing by and I heard you talking to yourself."
"Oh shit" she said sheepishly, "sorry, I usually try to keep my conversations with myself on the down low."
Beyonce laughed, "What's goin on with you Shai?"
"Nothing, I'm just tired, that's all" she shrugged, plopping down in the closest chair.
"Tired?" Beyonce prodded, "or missing a certain controversial rapper, who shall remain nameless?"
"Yeah, well there's that too.."
"Why don't you call him?"
"What for?" she sighed, "if he wanted to see me, he would've called already and he hasn't so..."
"So, that's it?" Beyonce asked studying her, "he hasn't called so fuck it??"
"What the hell else am I supposed to do??"
"Ummm I dunno, maybe try going after what you want instead of sitting on the sidelines waiting for him to make the first move!!!" she said pointedly, "ya know, it's possible that he's sitting around waiting for the same damn thing!!"
"Maybe, I don't know, B" she shrugged, "I just don't know??"
~*~
Marshall had no earthly idea why the fuck he was here?? This was the last place on the entire fucking planet that he wanted to be right now, yet here he was.
The music started up, blaring through the speakers and filtering back into the VIP box he'd snagged for this damn concert. He respected Beyonce as an artist, he honestly did, her voice was phenomenal but in all honesty he'd rather have his fucking teeth pulled then sit through one of her concerts.
The beat was picking up and the dancers filed out onto the stage in droves, fanning out to do their thing. He spotted her almost instantly, his eyes landed on her, taking her in and he felt a pang of lust course through him. Well there was the answer he’d been searching for earlier, why was he here?? He was here for her..Shai.. she was what had dragged him halfway across the damn country to a concert he didn't want to be at. He'd wanted to see her, No, he'd needed to see her.
He’d sat back and waited for her to seek him out but she hadn't. In all honesty it'd pissed him off at first. He didn't like to make the first move. He didn't want to be the one to do the seeking, he would much rather be the one sought but she was being stubborn so he'd had to break some of his own rules and come after her.
~*~
Shai felt alive, rejuvenated, free. She was dripping with sweat but she didn't notice that, all she felt was the intense effects the dancing had, had on her body. She'd always compared this rush that came over her when she danced to that of a drug, potent, sweet and extremely addicting. She couldn't think of anything in the world that made her feel like this...
But right now she was in need of something cool and refreshing to drink, so she ambled off toward the backstage area to score herself a bottle of water...
~*~
Beyonce was beat, mentally physically and everywhere else in between when she stepped off stage and entered the backstage area. She wanted nothing more than to escape to her dressing room and peel off these sweaty, clingy, uncomfortable clothes, step under the scorching hot spray in the shower and fall face down on the softest surface she could find but unfortunately that plan was going to have to wait a few minutes because she'd just spotted someone that she had an intense urge to talk to...
She took a left and expertly cut him off at the pass, "I didn't know you were a fan?" she said arching her brow at him.
"I'm not, per se" he shrugged.
"So, if you're not a fan" she questioned, "what wonderful phenomenon forced you to grace us with your presence?"
"That one" he said looking straight ahead.
She followed his eyes and inwardly smiled when they landed on Shai, "Ahhh, I see.."
"Do you?" he laughed, turning his attention back on her.
"She'd kill me for this" Beyonce said smirking, "but she's missed you.."
"Really?" he said, "I never would've been able to tell.."
"Touche" she pointed out, "and this might really shock you BUT that crazy little contraption they call a phone works both ways but I guess you didn't know that.."
"Point taken"
"Good" she smiled walking away from him, she got a few feet away and turned around to face him again, "get moving, you're wasting precious time.."
"Yes ma'am" he said with a wink.
She turned on her heel and headed off to her dressing room.
Marshall watched her go before turning his gaze back to what had brought him here in the first place. She looked tired as hell but a shimmering light still radiated around her and it was slowly pulling him in again. She was still dressed in the provocative little burgundy and gold number they’d worn for Beyonce’s final song and seeing all her dips and curves framed so perfectly made his pants squeeze him a little tighter then they should. God, he still wanted her just as bad as he had the first time he’d seen her sexy little ass pop back at him during the VMA’s. He’d had her in every position there was imaginable and it hadn’t been enough, he wanted more. He silently watched her for a few more minutes before slowly placing one foot in front of the other and heading in her direction.
~*~
Shai was bent over working out some of the kinks when she felt someone enter her space. A pair of soft hands grasped her hips from behind and she practically jumped out of her skin.
“You could kill a man bending over like that” he whispered, pulling her ass back against the hardness she’d caused between his legs, “but he’d sure as fuck die happy.”
The velvety, smoothness of his voice entered her ears and flowed through her, warming her blood like that first sip of whiskey, rich, warm and hearty. She stood up completely and pressed herself back against his body.
“I see that it certainly made you happy” she purred, pressing her ass more firmly against his cock.
“I missed you” he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.
“I missed you too..”
“Did you?”
“Fuck, Yes...”
He moved his hands around to her front, splaying them across her stomach, “Has anyone ever told you how fucking sexy you look in this strange little outfit you got on?”
“I can’t say that they have..”
“Well let me be the first” he said, his tongue darting out to trace the line of her ear, “but as sexy as you look in it, I’d much rather see you OUT of it..”
“Oh God Marshall” she groaned, “you drive me fucking crazy, I can’t fucking think straight when you’re around..”
“Then don’t try” he purred.
She turned around to face him and pulled his mouth down to hers, attacking his lips with all the pent up lust she’d held inside for the past three weeks, “I want you..” she panted tearing her mouth from his, “I want you so fucking bad..”
“I’m right here” he smiled and then grabbed her chin, forcing her eyes to his, “and just so we’re straight, I WANT YOU TOO, more than I’m comfortable with..”
She turned around, grabbed his hand and started dragging him across the backstage area toward her dressing room. One of the perks of being B’s friend as well as her top dancer was that she got her own dressing room. It wasn’t grand, it certainly wasn’t big but it was all hers and it was private. She turned the corner and stormed through the door, pulling him in and slamming the door behind him.
He didn’t have time to so much as blink and she was on him. She shoved him up against the door, her hands sliding up underneath his shirt, dragging it up his body. He helped her pull it off and she attacked. Peppering his chest with deep, wet kisses, her tongue darting out to lave at his salty skin.
“Shit Shai” he groaned, burying his hands in her hair.
She was relentlessly driving him wild. Her hands skimmed down over his torso, heading lower until she reached the waistband of his pants and tugged them down, freeing him. She wrapped her delicate hands around his jutting cock and began stroking him.
His eyes rolled back in his head and he had the fight the urge to shutter. Her hands, God her hands were doing wickedly wonderful things to him. He bent down to suck on her neck, letting her stroke him until he just couldn’t take it anymore and he flipped her around, reversing their positions.
“Marshall..” she whimpered.
“Shhh baby” he whispered, “wanna be in you, need to be in you..”
He found the tiny zipper at the back of her shorts and slid it down, reaching back up to slide the soft garment down over her hips, hooking his thumbs in her panties and dragging them down at the same time. He lifted her up off the ground and she wrapped her legs around his waist while he slid into her slippery wet pussy.
“Oh GOD” she groaned, her breath hitching.
He began to wildly thrust. He wanted to go slow but he way beyond that now. She felt so good wrapped around him like a second skin. When he’d entered her he’d felt like his head was going to pop off and he was currently in serious danger of erupting but he wanted to see her go over first. He pulled her body against his, increasing the friction of their bodies down below and he felt her body tense. She clutched onto his arms, digging her nails into his flesh.
“That’s it baby” he panted, “cum for me..”
“Fuck M-A-R-S-H-A-L-L” she cried out dropping her head to his shoulder.
He walls were gripping him, pulling him into her and it was the closest thing to heaven he’d ever felt in his life. He pulled back out of her and thrust forward again, this time his head did pop off...
~Part 9~
Shai rested her head against Marshall’s chest, tracing lazy patterns across it with her fingers. They’d fucked their way from the door to the couch and were currently taking a breather. It was crazy the way he affected her brain, turning it to complete and utter mush.
“So” he mumbled, breaking the silence that had enshrouded them, “where you headed from here?”
“Home” she smiled big and bright against his chest.
“Yeah?” he questioned.
“Yeah..”
“And where’s that, exactly?”
“Home?” she asked.
“Yeah”
“Florida”
“Oh, heading off for some fun in the sun, huh?”
“You bet your ass I am!!”
“Well” he whispered against her hair, tickling the sensitive skin on her scalp, “it just so happens that I’m free for a little while..”
“Oh, you are?”
“Yep” he smiled.
“So what are you gonna do with this free time of yours Mr. Mathers?”
“I dunno” she felt his shoulders shrug, “I was actually wondering something..”
“What’s that?” she asked, brushing her lips across the patterns her fingers had just traced.
“You wanna take me home” he asked softly, “with you?”
“Huh?” she leaned up and looked down at him, “you wanna come home, with me?”
“Uh huh”
“Why?” she asked with a quirk of her brow.
“Because I wanna spend time with you” he said simply.
“Really?”
“Yeah, REALLY” he said seriously, “this” he pushed his hips up, brushing his cock against the wetness that pooled between her legs, “is nice but I want more” he said, grabbing her face and pulling her down so that his lips could dominate hers, “I want you..”
Sometime during that breath stealing kiss, he’d managed to slip inside of her and she moaned brokenly into his mouth.
“Fuck Marshall, you’re not supposed to say that kind of shit to me...DAMMIT, I wasn’t prepared for that..”
“Oh well, I’d love to skip anything but this” he groaned, pressing his hips up to force himself deeper into her heat, “but I ran into a fucking problem with you”
“What are you talking about?” she moaned, fighting to focus but trying to carry on a conversation with him while he was buried inside her wasn’t easy, “what problem?”
“YOU” he hissed, jerking his hips up roughly, “DAMMIT, I can’t get you off my fucking mind, it’s like you’re haunting me or some crazy shit like that..”
“Marshall, I..” she whimpered.
“I didn’t want to feel this way but I do” he growled, pulling her down against his chest and reversing their positions so that he hovered over her, “so you’re just gonna have to accept that I want more than this..” he was in control now and he thrust downward slowly, stroking her insides, showing her without words exactly what he’d meant.
“I want...FUCK baby, you’re killing me..” she grunted.
“What?” he growled, leaning down to tug her plump bottom lip into his mouth, “what do yo want Shai?”
“You” she ground out, “Fuck, I want YOU, all of you”
“Well, that’s good” he said, nipping at her bottom lip before releasing it, “because you’ve got me..”
He picked up the pace, fucking her hard and fast until she screamed out, her orgasm taking her over and pulling him with her.
~*~
It hadn’t been difficult to change Shai’s travel arrangements. One call to Paul and they were quickly booked on a first class flight to South Florida.
Marshall and Shai sat silently on the plane, each of them lost somewhere in their own thoughts...
He would never admit this to her or to anyone else for that matter but he was scared all the way down to his fucking toes. He didn’t like to feel ‘things’ for anyone but he felt ‘things’ for her, a whole lot of ‘things’ and whether he liked it or not, he had to find out what these ‘things’ meant.
He looked over at her and couldn’t help the smile that crept across his face, she looked just as shell shocked as he was. He reached over and grabbed her hand, entwining his fingers through hers and leaned back, closing his eyes...
She looked down at their joined hands and had to fight back the urge to shutter. His skin was so soft and smooth against hers. She could feel the heat radiating from his palm, soaking into hers and it was driving her mad. ‘What the fuck am I doing?’ she silently asked herself.
She’d known that she had feelings for him but this whole “getting to know each other” thing was scary. She’d never even brought a guy ‘home’ with her to stay for the night much less however long he intended to stay.
She looked over at him and realized that her fears didn’t really matter. She wanted to know him, really know him. She squeezed his hand before following his lead, leaning back and closing her eyes...
~*~
Shai was nervous as hell, it was extremely intimidating, she fucking felt like a little kid again. She led Marshall into her apartment and stood there fidgeting in the middle of the living room while he looked around.
“Nice place” he said looking over at her and his heart melted in his chest. She was scared to death, it was written all over her face, “come here” he whispered, grabbing her hand and pulling her up against him, “I don’t want you to be afraid of me Shai..”
“I’m not afraid of you Marshall” she sighed, “I’m just...Whoo..ok, maybe I’m a little intimidated but I’m not afraid..”
He grabbed her chin in his hand and ran his thumb across her lips before bending down and his placing his lips tenderly over hers, “Don’t be intimidated baby” he whispered against her mouth, “I just wanna get to know you, ok?”
“Ok” she whispered back, deepening the kiss.
The kiss was slowly spinning out of control, pulling them both under some kind of magical, voo doo spell that rendered them powerless to resist each other.
“Shai” he broke the kiss and stood there panting, “I shouldn’t want you again but fuck, I do..”
“Getting to know each other doesn’t mean that we can’t enjoy each other, Marshall”
“But I don’t want you to think..”
She brought her hand up and placed her fingers over his lips to silence him, “I don’t....I want you too” she pulled his mouth back to hers and the kiss she delivered made his fucking head spin.
Yet another thing that he would never tell her was that he was intimidated too, by her. Her sexuality and boldness intimidated him. Her candor and openness intimidated him. Her mind and her body intimidated him. She just simply intimidated him but all the things that intimidated him also fascinated him and right now he was having serious trouble distinguishing between the two. He didn’t know whether he wanted to turn around, run away from her and never look back or if he wanted to grab her, throw her down on the first available surface and make love to her until she forgot anyone but him existed.
‘Who the fuck am I kidding?’ his mind taunted him...
He scooped her up in his arms, never breaking this kiss and headed in the direction of the only room there was to choose from.
He crossed the line, entering her private domain and headed for her bed.
‘Oh God’ her mind rioted, ‘my bed..he’s going to take me in my bed’
She’d known that eventually they would end up here but now that they were there, it was realistically scary. This was it, no going back. This wasn’t just some casual fuck in a random hotel room or backstage in a dressing room. This was in a personal space, her personal space. When he walked out of here and went back to his normal life, she would be forever haunted by the memory of him, here, in her bed.
He’d felt her tense in his arms and broken the kiss to look at her, “Shai?”
She looked up at him and he was just...beautiful, so fucking beautiful, “Make love to me Marshall” she whispered, throwing aside all the reservations that had just crashed through her.
He stood her on her feet at the end of the bed and took her in, he didn’t think he’d ever told her, shit, maybe he had but she was enchanting and beautiful and FUCK, “I want to say...things” he choked out, “but, I just, I...”
“Shhhh” she said leaning into him, “you don’t have to say anything, just show me Marshall, show me..”
And he did.
His fingertips explored her flesh as they removed her clothes piece by piece. He took his time, his hands gliding over her body, discovering things about her that he hadn’t known.
They’d been intimate with each other in so many ways but not this way. Not in this soft, gentle exploration of bodies. The one time they’d gone slow with each other, it’d turned heated and ended hard and fast but not this time, this time he wanted to learn and absorb every inch of her body. He wanted to take her slow and easy, steeping himself in her until he couldn’t take it anymore.
She was standing in front of him, bare as the day she was born and he swore that he had never seen anything as gorgeous in his life. She was a riot of dips and curves. He’d never taken the time to look at her before, really look at her and he cursed himself for it. He’d known that her body was exceptional but he hadn’t realized how exceptional.
“Jesus, Shai” he cupped her breasts in his hands, testing their weight, “you’re so beautiful baby, so fucking beautiful..”
Her sky blue eyes had gone dark, a storm was raging inside them, a storm that he’d created.
“Marshall, please..” she pleaded.
“Not yet..” he silenced her, “I wanna see you, touch you, taste you..”
He bent his head down, tugging one of her pert nipples into his mouth and she practically shattered into tiny jagged pieces. Her finger nails clawed at him through his shirt.
She dragged his shirt up and he let her, breaking away from her nipple so she could get it over his head. She reached lower and pushed his pants and boxers down over his hips so that they slid down his legs. He toed his shoes off and stepped out of them, kicking them away.
It was her turn to take him in. That storm in her eyes intensified as she raked her eyes over his body. She ran her hands down his chest and over his abs, traveling down to the bunched up muscles in his thighs and working her way back up to his throbbing cock. It stood tall and proud, aching for her. She took him in her hands, rubbing her palms over his smooth skin.
“You’re so perfect” she said in awe, her eyes staring down at her hands lightly pumping him.
He backed her up until her legs hit the edge of the bed and he pushed her back. She scooted up the bed and he crawled up after her, pressing her back down against the pillows.
She spread her legs and he crawled in between them, staying on his knees. He leaned forward and traced his finger down the valley between her breasts, heading lower, his tongue following his finger, leaving a hot wet trail behind it. He stopped to circle her bellybutton with his tongue while his fingers continued their journey south, finally dipping into the soft, satiny cleft between her legs. He worked three fingers inside her and began a torturous game with her body. His tongue moved lower and lower, inch by mind shattering inch, sucking and licking at her skin while he made love to her with his fingers. He finally reached his destination and dropped his head lower to suck her clit into his mouth.
She arched up, “Fuck M-A-R-S-H-A-L-L”
He released the suction he had on her clit and spread his tongue out to drag it up in a deep wide stroke from where his fingers were buried in her, up over her glistening lips and finally over her aching clit.
She cried out her hips bucking and he felt her soft, creamy juices coat his hand, “God, I love when you do that” he whispered, removing his fingers and gliding up her body.
His flesh slid over hers, a fine sheen of sweat covered them and it made the friction of their bodies exotically sweet. He settled himself between her legs and plunged deeply into her, pulling out slowly before plunging in again.
The after effects of her orgasm, gripped him, wrapped around him, massaging him and with a couple more strokes, he lost it, dropping his head to her neck and letting his orgasm consume him...Author: AIMEENDREW@aol.com
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