EroticReverie

Summer Skye

I perform an array of songs throughout the past four years of career. A few of my first hits, some in between, a few of my most recent, and then my latest. 

I steal glances to the side of the stage after and during songs to look at Sebastian, always smiling , standing there arms crossed, with his dark brown hair and blues eyes, his tattooed arms shown off by his black t shirt. Wearing his dark jeans and boots, the polar opposite to my cotton candy colored , sparkling outfit. But we fit. We work. We're perfect together. 

Im a bit sweaty and high on the arenaline after I wave goodbye and say goodnight to the crowd of people, and as if the weather waited for the show to be over, it starts to down pour the second I'm off the stage, and thunder rolls and lightning strikes in the distance as I jump right up into Sebastian's arms and lay a big fucking kiss on his mouth as he holds my thighs while I wrap my arms and legs tight around him. 

"God you are so fucking pretty" he groans and I smile as I keep kissing him. 

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I do a quick post show interview with the radio station for them to play tomorrow morning. Thankfully there's no mention of Trey , my ex, or anything  negative. They ask about my upcoming album, they ask about when to expect the next tour, they ask about Sebastian. Of course they do, and I don't even mind. I'm giddy, and as much as I want my privacy with him, I also want the world to know I'm in love. Real love.

"So I see you brought Sebastian Ambrose with you, it's safe to say you're officially together?" the female host asks. 

"Yes. It's safe to say that." I say and they congratulate me. 

"I saw him watching you out there. Didn't take his eyes off you once. I think it's also safe to say, America's bad boy is pretty smitten with our pop princess." the male host says. 

"He better be." I say teasingly and they laugh. 

"You're always a pleasure to talk with Summer, seriously, one of our favorites to have here with us." The guy says and I smile and thank them and say that I love talking with them when Im here. because it's true. They've always been kind to me, and have never talked of the Trey fiasco. I give them both a hug after the interview is over and then go Sebastian waiting outside the little makeshift studio room in the building and Rory andd Savannah follow us out, along with security in front of us an ahead of us. 

There are still fans , even more than before now that the show is over. There's other artists out side, along the long path that leads through the longer barricade line towards where our cars or buses are waiting. 

Megan my assistant pops open a large umbrella.  

"I got it" Sebastian says, taking it from her. I look at him and he holds it over me, and nods for Megan to get under it as well as he holds it over us while he gets rained on. I just look up at him and smile. I was going to take such good care of him when we got back to the hotel. Such good care of this man for the rest of my life. He doesnt complain as I spend nearly an hour, going up and down the line, taking pitures, eventually Megan scampers off to the car waiting for her, Rory my manager and Savannah going to, as Sebastian follows me with an umbrella with my security following beside us. 

"Sebastian! Can you sign it too?!"  A girl my age asks after I've just signed a picture of us on stage at the award show where it all began. 

I smile at him and grab the umbrella. So his hands are free, he seems surprised but he nods and take the silver sharpie and signs his name on the glossy photo. 

"You two are so cute together!" She squeals and I smile and Sebastian smirks and nods.

"thanks" he says and I wink at her, as Sebastian takes the umbrella back and then rubs my arm after a bit of rain hits it. 

"oh my god, he is so sweet!" A girl screeches from down the line and I laugh as several others squeal with agreement. 

"Ladies, dont let a man brushing a rain drop of your arm be the bar." Sebastian says. I laugh to myself at his gruff voice giving advice to teenage girls about where to set the bar. 

"Oh my god, he is so hot" the girl Im signing a wet pictture for the best I can whispers to me. 

I smile and peek up at her. "I know, right?" I smile and she nods with a big smile. 

Even security pretty much tells me that they need to secure the area, and get me, and all the fans out of here, and that we cant do this all night. 

I sign a few more, snap a few more selfies and then walk under the umbrella that Sebastian still has held out for me, even though it's pretty much stopped raining other than a bit of sprinkling.  I wave with both hands, as I walk, smiling and returning "i love yous" to fans as we make it to the van that's going to take us back to the hotel. 

Sebastian holds my hand as I get in, then closes the umbrella and gets in, my security pulling the door shut. Then getting into the car behind me, another in the front , and I wave even still through the tinted windows, until were on an actual road. 

I look at Sebastian. 

"I dont know how you do it." He says. 

"Do what?" I ask as i lean my head back and look at him across from me. 

"Everything. And you do it all with the biggest fucking smile. A genuine fucking smile." He says and I smile at him. 

"I've always done it with a smile...because I had to.....even when I wasnt having a good day...i had to put it on for them.....but....i dont have any reason not to smile now....not when I have you...right by my side, holding my umbrella, warning teenage girls not to set their bars too low" I smile and he sighs. 

""Well, they shouldnt." he says and I smile.

"Yeah, i know....but it's not just the brushing raindrops off my arms that they see....they see what I see....a good man...one that cares and pays attention to me, takes care of me....its more than just  little rain drop being swept away.....cause its little things like that, that mean more." I say and he just looks at me.

"And its those little things you do....that are going to have me putting these sparkly boots behind my head for you when we get to the hotel" I whisper to him and he groans. 

"Jesus Summer" he says and I laugh. 

"Are you saying, you dont WANT me to put them behind my head for you Ambrose?" I ask and he takes a  deep breath.

"Dont be ridiculous. I definitely want that." he says and I laugh as I reach over, taking his hand. 

"You gonna bend me in half Ambrose?" I whisper. 

"fuck." he groans, and squeezes my hand gently. "Yes Summer. I am." 

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Theres a small group of fans outside the hotel, how they find out where we're staying I'll never know, but they do. I sign more autographs, take more selfies. I stand and chat with them for a bit, until the crowd starts to grow slowly and security usheers me into the hotel and ushers the crowd away. 

Security takes us right up to the room, a penthouse suite on the top floor. I tell my security guards goodnight, even though I know one will always be standing guard outside quites main door, in the foyer near the elevator. Even if only staff and ourselves can access the floor with a special key card, we can never be too sure. 

I bring Devin the security guard currently standing guard the menu for room service and tell him to order what he wants. Sebastian and I order food as well. It's late but neither of us are tired, and we're starving. 

While we wait for the food, Sebastian helps me out of the corset, and out of the shorts, and my tights, and even out of my boots.

"You sure you want them off?" I ask , teasing him. 

"I want you to be comfortable, so yes." He says, sliding it off. "But if you happen to put them back on before bed, I wouldnt be mad about it." he says and I laugh.

I wash my face, and take out the tight ponytails and sigh as the tight hair do falls loose, and rub my scalp to soothe the way it always hurts when taking out a tight hair style. 

"I'm going to take a quick shower, wash the gunk out of my hair" I say patting where the top of my hair is stiff with hair spray. 

"Alright." He says and kisses me, watching me as I peel off my pasties in the large bathroom and I look up finding him smiling. 

"there they are." he says looking at my nipples, and I laugh as toss the wadded up pasties at him and go to the shower.

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By the time I'm out of the shower which isnt very long, I can smell the food already. I slip on a pair of pajama pants, pink and white stripped flannels and a long sleeved tight white soft cotton shirt, and then pull out a shirt from my suitcase that I hid from him. Smiling as I pull on a large white t shirt, with "Always Ambrose" written in pastel pink font and cursive script. It's not his merch, and it's nothing they would ever fucking make for merch, but I had it made, for me. 

I slide my feet into my slippers, dry my hair with my towel, brushing it quickly and then leaving it down to air dry, and walking into the main room and towards the small dining area.

"These burgers look so fuckin go-" He pauses with the metal dome in his hand as he lifts his eyes from the burger on the platter to my shirt. 

the metal clatters and his jaw is dropped.

"Do you hate it?" I ask. Wondering if he would take any offense to seeing his bands name writting in girly script and pink font on a t shirt. 

"Do you just....sit around..." he says. "And think of new ways to make my dick hard? Is that what you do? How can I make his balls hurt today?" he says and I laugh and walk over to the table. 

"So you DO like it?" I ask. 

He nods and stares at it. 

"I wont wear it in public, if you dont want your bands name seen in girly pink-"

"Wear it fucking everywhere." he interrupts. 

I smile.  "yeah?"

He nods. "yeah, hell yeah." 

"After you eat.....you....that shirt....and those fucking boots, Summer." he says and I bite my lip.

"Yeah, is this shirt doing it for you baby?" I ask. "Its not even tight." 

He shakes his head. 

"But its got my fucking name on it." he says. 

"God youre so fucking cute" he growls. 

i smile and walk around the table and he groans as I take his face in my hand and lean down and give him a kiss. 

"I'm going to ask DEvin to come eat in here, you okay with that?" I ask him. 

He nods. "of course." 

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A half an hour later , Devin is back out in the foyer of the suite and I'm brushing my teeth with Sebastian in the bathroom.

When we walk into the bedroom I give him a gentle push. 

"Get your clothes off and get on the bed Ambrose." I say and he stops and turns and cocks a brow.

"Youre not tired?" he asks.

My brows pinch. "are you?" 

"For you ? Never." he says and I smirk. 

"Then do what I say, and get naked, and get on the bed." I say, already pushing my pajama pants off, taking off my shirt and my long sleeve and he groans, watching me as he strips down too. 

I pull the shirt back on. 

"the boots are wet." I say. 

"Fuck the boots, come here." he says and I smile and walk over, he snatches me by the waist and I yelp with a laugh as he pulls me onto the bed and moves me up it, laying me on my back and immediatly dropping down between my legs and spreading them and dragging his tongue up through my pussy lips and I arch my back.

"mm baby" I breathe. His tongue licks again, again, his fingers pushing my pussy lips apart and dragging his tongue up and down over my clit and dipping down into my pussy.

"Sebastian" I breathe.

"hey Summer?" he asks and I whimper. 

"Y-yeah?" I ask, lifting my head, pushing up on my elbows.

"Think im gonna be down here awhile, you okay with that?" he asks. 

I half laugh and half moan.

"it wont take me long, trust me" I say, knowing how quickly he can make me cum.

"it will, with the way im going to tease your pussy tonight for the torture you put me through tonight , making me watch you that pink sparkly dick killer outfit" 

"dick killer?" I laugh and moan as he kisses my clit.

"yeah, you murder it everytime i look at you, i get so fucking hard lookin at you Summer, fuck" he growls and laps his tongue over my clit, around it, my hips moving, and I moan. 

"i get so hard it fuckin hurts baby, and you all pink and shiny, and sprkling, that hot fucking ass in those little shorts, those fucking legs, and those god damn boots, and your tight as fucking little top with your pretty tits heaving out the top and that fucking hair, those ponytails, your plump, glossy pink mouth, holding that fucking microphone so close to that mouth, making my cock so fucking jealous...of a god damn microphone..." he growls and spits on my pussy and I gasp and curse.

"god i cant fucking believe I get to taste you anytime i fuckin want" he groans and licks his tongue hard from my cunt to my clit and I groan, my hands going to his hair. 

"Im so fucking lucky, god, you're so fucking sexy baby, fuck" he grunts and spits on my pussy again and I whimper, my legs already shaking and his tongue drags over my enitre pussy again.

"baby" I whine. 

"i want to stop time, because i know a lifetime with you isnt going to be long enough Summer, god im so fucking in love with you" he groans and sucks my clit and I cry out, my fingers pulling his hair slightly as I buck my hips upward and grind my clit against his mouth.

"fuck, yes" I cry as he groans on my clit, and lashes his tongue over it, around it, sucks it again and then licks it some more. He has me squirming, yelping, whimpering, panting and begging as his tongue and mouth, purposely dont linger too long on my clit, before leaving me panting for more. His tongue spends its time in between licking at my cunt, licking my outer lips, or around my clit but not against it. His mouth takes the breaks inbetween edging me to kiss my thighs, or gently bite them making me quiver and hiss. 

"All night baby, Im gonna keep you like this, all fucking night Legs." he groans and I moan , only loving that nickname when it's from his lips. 

"all god damn night" he says again.