Sing for Me by Kelli Rumpltzr

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DISCLAIMER: No harm or foul is intended with this story. David Duchovny is a superb actor and a gorgeous man who inspires the fantasies of millions. This is just one of many that can be found in my tiny, little brain. :::grin:::

WARNING: This is EROTICA/NC-17!! No minors should be reading this. If you are then you have been warned. If you think you're adult enough to read this then act that way.

DEDICATION: To the group at DROOL. You know who you are.

SUMMARY: Just a story about David. No Mulder. No Scully. No X-Files. Lots of sex.

Sing for Me by Kelli Rumpltzr

The club was hot. Moist and sticky with the smell of sweat and cigarette smoke. The crowd was at its maximum capacity and they were eager and hungry for entertainment. Young men with shaved heads and pierced tongues were courting even younger women with tattoos and platform shoes. It was a typical Saturday evening at a typical underground club in Atlanta. I sighed with disgust.

"Jerry, when the hell do we go on?"

Jerry, my bass player and manager for the band was busy on his cell-phone negotiating our next performance. "What are we talking about here?" He paused. "Yeah? Well if they pay us enough we'll fly to the other side of the world." Another pause, this one longer as he listened carefully to the other end of the conversation. "Ok. I'll book us out this Wednesday. Thanks man."

He hung up and turned back to me. "What did you say?"

"Nothing. Who was that?" I pointed to the phone he still held.

"That was our next setup. I got us a sweet deal for at least three weeks."

I grabbed the iced tea sitting in front of me and dipped my fingers in it to catch an ice cube. Rubbing the cool piece of heaven on the back of my neck, I moaned. "Ohhh... please tell me it's somewhere cool. Preferably Alaska."

Jerry chuckled and grabbed my glass of tea. Draining it in one gulp he grinned at me. "Even better. It's cool and it has no polar bears."

"Cute. Where?"

"Canada."

"Canada? Will we need a visa or something to work there?"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything." He looked at his watch then turned to beat on the thin wall separating this room from the next. "HEY GUYS!!! HEAD'S UP! WE'RE ON!!"

He turned back to me, "It's show-time, you ready?"

I slipped on my black, leather boots and checked my makeup in the mirror. "Yeah, let's do it."

Another night of performing for the masses... it's a living.

Our flight to Canada was uneventful. One commercial airliner and two puddle-jumpers later we were cruising through downtown Vancouver. The club where we were performing had sent a van to pick us up and being the only female in the bunch, I got dibs on the front seat. As we rode through town our guide pointed out spots of interest.

"Over there is Gastown. It's a real tourist trap but there are a number of fun things to do there." He leered at me, "I can show you if you want."

"That's quite all right." I turned to look out the passenger window and noticed a commotion going on down a side street. I pointed towards it. "What's going on there?"

Our driver slowed down and took in the scene. "They're probably shooting some show or something. We have a lot of TV shows that film around here. We're becoming a regular Hollywood, Canada!"

"What show?" I wondered out loud. From the backseat I heard my fellow band members start whistling and humming.

"Do-do-do-do do-do."

"Cute guys." I laughed at their poor rendition of the theme from my favorite television show.

"Hey Rand. Maybe you'll get to meet the D-man himself!" Rick, my drummer, yelled.

"Nah, he probably listens to Barry Manilow or something." Jerry teased.

"Oh shut up." I snapped. Turning back to the driver, I smiled sweetly, "Are we nearly there yet?"

"Yes ma'am." He pulled into the parking lot for a short, gray stucco building. "You are home... at least for the next three weeks."

My face fell when I saw the place we were staying. Dump was too kind a word for the pre-80's style building. I turned around and stared a hole into Jerry's forehead.

"Ok. Who booked this place?"

Jerry shifted uncomfortably and looked anywhere but at me.

"Aw come on Rand, it's not that bad." Benzer chipped in as he grabbed his guitar from under the seat.

Looking at the peeling paint and the cemented-in pool I decided that, "Yes. It is."

I hopped out of the van and grabbed for my sunglasses. Without my prescription, I'm blind as a deaf bat and the sunlight makes it twice as bad. I turned towards the office.

"I'll go check us in."

"Ok. I booked three rooms," said Jerry. He and Benzer were busy pulling luggage out of the back of the van while Rick and Mason discussed what to do about the equipment with the driver.

Slinging my jacket over my shoulder, I sauntered over to the office and approached the counter. I saw the little desk bell and a register, but no clerk. Slamming my hand down on the bell twice brought one running from the back.

"Can I help you lady?" A tall, thin pre-pubescent boy came to the counter and grabbed his pen.

"Yeah, we got a reservation. It's probably listed under Rapture." The look of confusion on his face would have been hysterical if I hadn't been so tired.

"Huh?" He squeaked.

"Rapture. We're the band that's booked to play at The Hell-Hole for three weeks?"

"Oh! You're one of them." The way he said 'them' left me no doubt that this man was not a fan.

"Yeah. I'm one of 'them'. Now are the rooms ready?"

"Um... sure. I'm sorry. You just don't look like a singer."

I smiled. "I'm sorry too. It was a long flight. I'm tired and cranky, and I could really use a hot bath. Besides," I grinned. "We don't wear black leather all of the time."

He laughed and handed me three keys. "Ok! Well, here's your keys. Ice is free and we do have a laundry service. Check-out is 11:00 am and if you need anything, my name's Bobby."

Picking up the keys I looked to make sure the guys were still busy outside. I noticed Jerry making his way to the office. Leaning over, I motioned Bobby to come closer. He did.

I looked back once more, Jerry was almost to the door of the office. Dropping my voice to a whisper I spoke quickly. "Which room is the best and biggest?"

Bobby dropped his voice and matched my whisper with one of his own. "Room 243." He slid the key towards me.

"Thanks Bobby, you're a sweetie." At that moment, Jerry came through the door and approached us.

"Ok Rand, got the keys?"

"Yep." I handed him keys for 239 and 241 and kept 243 "I guess I'll take this one."

"Don't you want to see the rooms first?"

"Nah. I'll just take whatever I get."

I heard Bobby laughing as I left the office.

The next evening was Thursday and I was getting ready for our first set. Jerry knocked on my door.

"Hey Rand, you ready to go on?"

"Give me a second." I grabbed the black boots I normally wore and slid them on.

"Um... Rand?"

I turned to look at Jerry, he had a nervous expression on his face. "Yeah?"

"Why don't we do your song tonight."

"Tonight?" I was floored. There was no way I was prepared for this.

"Yeah." He fidgeted and looked around. "You're ready Rand. You know it and I know it. This is the perfect venue. The crowd here is a little more laid back. They'll appreciate it."

I sighed audibly and turned away. "It's not ready Jerry. I need to do some more fine tuning and you wanted to redo that bass line. It's not complete and..."

"And it's wonderful and you're going to perform it... tonight."

"But Jer..."

"No buts. Tonight. Second set. Now move your ass, we've got a crowded bar waiting for us."

There was no arguing with the man. When he got an idea in his head, he sunk his teeth in like a pit-bull and wouldn't let go.

"All right you guys! Let's put it together for a band that has traveled across a continent to entertain you. From Atlanta, Georgia we have the incredible.... RAPTURE!!"

The crowd yelled and whistled back. Jerry had said they were more laid back then our usual fare, but not by much.

The music and lights came up slowly. We always started with this song. It was a cover that everyone loved to hear and I loved to sing...

"Listen as the wind blows, from across the great divide
Voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time
The night is my companion, the solitude my guide
Would I spend forever here and not be satisfied?"

I allowed the music to pour over me as I moved around the stage. Swaying my hips, singing to each person in the crowd. Jerry said that I had it both. A great voice and showmanship.

Finishing the McLachlan cover, we segued into a new song and continued on for the rest of the set. Just as we were starting to wrap it up I noticed a man at the bar taking special interest in us... or more precisely, me. I couldn't make out his features from this distance since I didn't have my glasses. I never wear them on-stage and I hate contacts.

We finally finished the first set.

"Thank you, thank you!" I breathed into the mike. "We're gonna take a short break to re-energize so don't go away... and remember to tip those nice men and women who are busting their asses to bring you some drinks!"

There was general laughter and a few cheers from the bartenders and waitresses as I made my way off the stage and over to the bar.

A gorgeous hunk of bartender slid over to take my order. "What'll it be?"

"Just water."

"Yes ma'am." He winked at me and went to fill my request. I was too tired to even admire the view as he walked away.

I closed my eyes and stretched my head from side to side, hearing my neck pop as it worked out its kinks. I opened them when I heard a THUNK on the counter. It was a drink. And it wasn't water.

"I didn't order this."

The waitress tossed her head to the side indicating a man sitting at the very end of the bar. The same man who had been observing me earlier while I sang. He was still too far away for me to determine what he looked like.

"Well tell the gentleman I said thank you but I don't drink when I'm working."

"Honey, have you seen him?" Her incredulous look told me what I needed to know.

"I don't care how cute he is. If he wants to buy me a drink then he needs to come over here and find out what I'm drinking. Which is water by the way." I grabbed the glass of water that was being set before me and took a long swallow.

"You are making a huge mistake sweetheart." With those final words, she walked over to deliver my message.

Benzer and Mason walked over to join me. "What's up?" asked Mason.

"Some guy is trying to buy me a drink. Sometimes I hate this scene." I took another sip of my water and watched as Benzer stared past me.

"Is it the guy at the end of the bar?"

"Yeah, why?"

He grinned and pulled on Mason's arm. "Because he's heading this way."

Mason's eyes went wide and I almost turned around to check this guy out but decided I'd be better off playing it cool. "Well he is in for a disappointing encounter."

Mason allowed Benzer to pull him away, but not before he leaned over and said cryptically, "Remember Rand, we only have 10 minutes until our next set. Be good."

"Huh?" At that moment I sensed a presence behind me. Bracing my shoulders I waited for the inevitable pick-up line which I was preparing to shoot down. So I was even more surprised when I heard the voice say...

"I apologize for being so forward. I'm not very good at this sort of thing."

The words surprised me but the voice froze me. I'd heard it somewhere before and as I searched my brain for the solution its owner came into view.

I nearly choked on my water as I looked into a gorgeous set of hazel eyes. "Oh. My. God."

"Excuse me?" He asked with concern. Fortunately he hadn't heard what I had said.

"I said 'Thank you'... for the drink I mean." I stammered and tried to think. Oxygen, I needed oxygen for my fuzzy mind. I took a deep breath. "I just don't normally drink when we're performing."

"It wasn't alcohol, if that's what you're worried about."

"It wasn't?" I watched with fascination as he slid onto the stool next to me and signaled for the bartender.

"No. It's what they call a 'smart' drink. Supposed to be full of vitamins and herbs and stuff that increases your energy. I figured after that performance, you could probably use one."

"Oh." I was watching his mouth move but I couldn't have told you what he just said. My eyes concentrated on his lower lip which dipped slightly down in a perpetual pout.

"Would you still like to try one?"

I answered automatically, my eyes never leaving his lips. "Sure."

He ordered two of the concoctions and turned his attention back to me. "My name is David by the way."

"I know." The words slipped out before I realized it and I blushed a deep red.

He smiled and leaned towards me. "It's ok. You are allowed to know who I am."

I laughed and met his eyes as the bartender set down our drinks. "I'm sorry. I'm being so rude and you're being nothing by nice. My name is Rand."

"Rand?"

"It's short for Randi. Actually for Miranda, but nobody calls me that anymore."

He stuck out his hand. "Nice to meet you... Rand."

I placed my hand in his and nearly jumped from the sensation. Electricity shot up my arm and down to my core. Apparently he felt the same result as he held my hand even tighter for a moment before loosening his grip. It wasn't painful, but incredibly erotic. Removing my hand I grabbed the cool drink on the counter and took a huge sip.

"This is good." I said with some surprise.

"It's better then a candy-bar for a quick boost." He picked his up and took a small drink.
"When is your next set?"

I looked at the clock above the bar. "Right now actually." I let my voice carry the disappointment I felt. He smiled.

"Then I'll have to wait until your next break so we can continue this conversation." He paused. "If that's all right with you?"

I could see Jerry looking for me from the stage. "Yes. I'd like that." I turned to go and then turned back. "Thank you for the drink."

"You're most welcome." He replied with a voice like hot silk.

Smiling, I turned and made my way to the stage. This was going to be an interesting evening.

Several songs later, Jerry gave me the signal that we were going to do the new song. I was a little nervous since we hadn't performed it before and it was different from our usual style.
In a sultry, sex-drenched voice, I set the tone...

"Ok Vancouver," I purred. "We'd like to take it down a notch now... several notches actually."

I looked around to see if I had everyone's attention. "So grab a hold of someone you love or if that someone isn't near..." I paused and searched for David's face at the bar. Finding it, I smiled a slow, sexy smile and continued. "then think about them right now."

The music started slow. A sexy rhythm that pulsed over the stage and into the audience. I slipped the first lyrics across my tongue...

Body to body, soul to soul,
You keep me grounded
You keep me whole.
I watch as you watch me
And see what you dream.
Your essence surrounds me
It's more then it seems...

Erotic are my dreams...
Wanting you here with me,
Every night, and every day,
Every hour, in every way.
I feel you touch me there,

Erotic are my dreams...

As I sang I could feel the entire club hanging on every word. The music set a sultry tempo that drove the beat. I looked across at David and saw his smile as he watched me.

Skin to skin, and toe to toe.
I feel your heart beat,
I know what you know
Your mouth on my mouth now
You hand on my thigh
Your essence surrounds me
It's making me high

Erotic are my dreams...
Wanting you here with me,
Every night, and every single day,
Every hour, in every way.
I feel you touch me ohhh... there,

Erotic are my dreams...

Erotic are my dreams......

Looking at David I whispered slowly...

Erotic are my dreams..........

The applause was deafening and I took several bows as the crowd continued cheering. Taking a break before our third and final set, I walked over to the bar. David was still there and he had another "smart" drink for me.

"That was incredible." He said as he hand me the drink.

I took a sip. "Thanks. You liked the song?"

"Very much so. Who wrote that?"

I dipped my head in embarrassment. "I did."

He was silent. I looked up at him and he said one word.

"Wow."

"Wow?"

"Yes. It's just so incredibly... erotic."

"Meaning I can't be?"

It was his turn to look embarrassed. "No, I mean... well."

I decide to let him off the hook. "It's ok. I understand. Actually the name of the song is 'Erotic'."

"I kinda figured that out already." He looked at the stage where the rest of the band was waiting on me. "I guess you need to go again."

"We have one more set to do."

"And afterwards?" He sounded hopeful.

"I have no plans."

"Then I'll wait for you." He took my hand in his and kissed the palm slowly. I felt a bolt of pure shock rush down my spine to settle in my groin.

At the end of the final set, David was there just as he promised. The rest of the band was putting everything together for the following evening so I told them I'd see them later. Jerry grabbed my arm before I got off stage.

"Be careful Rand. You don't know this guy very well."

I was touched but exasperated. Jerry could sometimes carry the 'big-brother' act a little too far. "Jerry. I'm 28 and single. I haven't had to ask anyone's permission to go out in 11 years and I'm not going to start now."

I saw the hurt on his face. "Look. I'll be careful, but I want to do this. Ok?"

"Yeah well..."

Kissing Jerry on the cheek I jumped off-stage and waved to the rest of the guys. "Don't wait up you guys!"

David stood up as I approached. "What was that about?"

He must have heard what I told Jerry. "Nothing. Jerry is like a big brother to me. He's practically the only family I have. All of the guys are."

"You don't have any family?" We sat down at a table near the entrance and David signaled the waitress.

"No." I grew quiet as the waitress approached.

"Last call you two. What'll it be?"

David looked at me. I shrugged my shoulder and indicated for him to take the lead. He did. "Bring us a bottle of 1995 Chevalier Montrachet."

My eyes must have popped out of my head because he looked at me and asked, "What?"

"Do you know how much a bottle of that is? It's nearly $100 bucks!"

The waitress corrected me. "A hundred and ten to be exact. Do you still want it sir?"

David grinned at me and turned to the waitress. "Yes. Do you think I could get a couple of wineglasses to go with that?"

"For you darling, I'd find an eight piece place setting." She winked and walked away to fill his request.

"If you're trying to impress me..."

"I am." He interrupted.

I laughed. "Then it's working."

"Good. Now you were about to tell me about your family."

I toyed with the napkin on the table. "Not much to tell really."

He didn't say anything which was good. If he had pushed, I may not have continued.

"They were all killed in a car wreck when I was in my teens." I turned to look at the guys still sorting through the equipment, preparing it for the next performance. "I met Jerry at the foster home where I was placed. He was getting ready to leave and I was just arriving."

"Are you and Jerry?" He let the question hang in the air.

I smiled and looked back at David. "No... no we're just friends. He helped me when I got out of foster care and he took me under his wing and taught me everything I know. I owe him. A lot."

At that moment the waitress arrived with our wine. David stood and took my hand. "I know a great place to share this... interested?"

I stood and grabbed the glasses. "Of course."

As David led me out of the club, I could feel Jerry's eyes on my back the entire time.

David drove us to a beautiful spot that was completely isolated. No power poles. No street lamps. It was amazing. The stars were everywhere and I stared in amazement. We consumed the bottle of wine slowly and though I was quite tipsy, I didn't feel drunk.

"So then I decided to say 'What the hell!' and I left school to pursue acting."

"And you never looked back?"

"Nope." I could feel his eyes on me as I leaned my head back further to look out at the stars. David had put the top down on his convertible and it felt as if we were the only two people on the planet.

Suddenly I felt him shift and then open his door. He got out and walked around the side of the car to my door. Opening it, he held out his hand and waited. I looked from his hand back to his eyes and saw the mirth that was developing there. Along with a healthy dose of lust.

"Care to dance?" He asked.

"I don't hear any music."

He grinned. "We don't need any. Come on."

Taking my hand he led me to in front of the car and cradled me in his arms. I sighed as he placed his chin on top of my head and began swaying. I could barely make out some tune that he began to hum.

Pressing against him, I could feel his arousal. It was incredibly erotic and I couldn't help the small shiver that ran down my spine and made me tremble.

David bent his head until his lips were on level with my ear. With barely a whisper he asked, "Cold?"

I slid my hands down until they rested at the small of his back. "No."

I felt his smile as he proceeded to nuzzle my ear, laying tiny kisses along the curve and taking the lobe between his teeth to bite gently. His hands moved up until they were buried in my long, brown hair. Twining and then pulling it until my neck was exposed to his searching lips and tongue.

I hadn't realized that we had been moving until we reached the hood of the car. As the back of my legs came up against the now-cooling metal, I swayed and nearly fell. But David caught me with a strong arm around my back.

"Stay here." He whispered as he left me and moved to the back of the car. I felt bereft without his touch.

I saw him grab something from the trunk and return to where I stood. Taking my hand, he guided me to a small, flat area near the car. I realized that the bundle he held under his arm was a blanket and I watched as he spread it out on the ground. Taking my hand, he guided me to the middle. He moved to stand behind me and I waited in sweet anticipation as I felt him draw closer, but not near enough to touch.

I felt his moist breath in my ear as he said in a hushed tone, "You are so beautiful, so sexy..."

I felt his hands make trails up my back and come to rest on my shoulders before sliding down my arms and wrapping themselves around my waist. His mouth moved to my neck again as he sucked on the tender skin there. I felt as if my knees were going to give out on me and deposit me on the ground.

His lips left my neck and I heard him say, "Remove your shirt."

My trembling hands managed to find the buttons and I quickly started to undo them.

"Slowly." He said.

I turned around and looked at him. He was staring at me with a desire that threatened to burn through my skin and consume my soul. I raised my hands and trailed them over my breasts, watching his face to see his reaction. I was pleased with what I saw.

I could just make out his eyes and the way he sucked in his bottom lip. His hands were clenched at his sides and he raised one to run it through his hair, causing it to stand in little spires across the top of his head. I heard his sharp intake of breath as I slid my hands to the buttons on my shirt and slowly undid them. One by one. Taking the utmost care to ensure that he could see every move I made. When I finished with the last button, I dropped my hands to my sides and waited for his next instruction.

"Turn around."

I did as he said and felt him move behind me. His hands taking the shoulders of my shirt and sliding it down slowly until it was crumpled on the blanket beneath us. His hand came up to brush my hair aside and I felt his mouth on my neck again. This time he continued to blaze a path over my shoulder and down between my shoulder blades. When he met the clasp of my bra, I felt him finger it with a kind of reverence and then with one twist and tug, it was undone and spilling down my arms.

I groaned.

"You like that?" I heard him say.

"Yes..." I hissed.

His hands skimmed up my sides as his mouth moved further down to the small of my back. I couldn't see him, but I could imagine him. Kneeling behind me as he kissed and nipped at the skin along my spine. I gasped as I felt his hands encircle my stomach and brush the underside of my breasts. They moved upwards, his fingers making lazy circles on my skin. Not quite touching where I wanted them to touch.

"David..." His name came out as a moan and I felt his mouth twist into a grin on the skin of my back.

His hands continued their teasing as they moved lower south, over the plane of my stomach and pausing at what they encountered there.

"What the hell?" He exclaimed as he placed his hands on my hips and turned me to face him. I blushed.

"It's a belly-button ring." I explained.

"I know what it is, I'm just curious as to why you have one?" He didn't sound disapproving, just genuinely interested.

"I got it a couple of years ago." I shrugged. "What can I say? I was young and it seemed like a fun thing to do."

His eyes traveled up to meet mine and then down to stare at the tiny piece of jewelry. "Does it hurt?"

"Now? No. But it hurt like hell when I got it." I started to grow uneasy. "Look, if you don't like it, or if you wanna forget about..."

He kissed me. On my bellybutton, taking the silver loop between his teeth and tugging on it gently. A sensation of desire and lust spread through me starting at that one point.

I felt his hands move to cup my ass as his tongue played with the tiny ring, and I squirmed under his probing and teasing. He slid one hand back towards the front while his other hand gripped me even tighter, kneading the flesh beneath my tight jeans. He found my center and stroked me through the denim, applying pressure one moment and backing off the next. My hands found his head and I stroked his scalp as he continued to plunge his tongue in my navel. Simulating an erotic act between his mouth and my bellybutton. I felt a breeze kick up and dance across my achingly hard nipples.

"Oh my god..." I moaned as he pulled his other hand to my front and started unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. Making sure he continued to torture me with his tongue the entire time. When he had everything unfastened, he slowly drew my jeans down to my ankles where he encountered my boots. Using one hand on my stomach to guide me, he lowered me until I was kneeling on the blanket. He kissed me then. Taking my mouth with reckless abandon as his hands roamed over my body. Tracing the skin on my neck then gliding down to pinch and roll my nipples. His tongue moving across my teeth, the inside of my cheeks, dueling with mine as my hands reached for the bottom of his shirt and I pulled it up and over his head. Our mouths broke contact for just a moment as he helped me whisk it off then returned to my lips. Biting and nibbling then licking and soothing. My head was growing dizzy at the sensations pulsing through me.

He pushed me back until I was laying down on the blanket. The stars glimmering high above as I stretched my head back and gazed at them. I felt him move down my body until he reached my feet where he quickly divested me of my boots. He finished pulling my jeans the rest of the way off and I was soon laying there, clad only in a pair of black silk panties. He smiled.

"These are nice." He fingered the fine lace along the edge and grinned. "How much do you like them?"

"I'm not particularly attached to them." I replied.

Curling one finger along the edge he jerked his hand up and ripped the panties at both seams. I whimpered and thrust my hips upwards. His fingers danced along the skin of my upper thighs and I felt the cool night air dance across me. "Shhh baby." He soothed.

Moving down even farther, I felt him place kisses on each of my knees before continuing upwards to the juncture of my thighs. My breathing was heavy and erratic and I could hardly believe this was happening.

When I felt the first, hot breath from his mouth on my center, I nearly screamed. His fingers continued stroking and teasing until they had me panting

"Please..." I begged, as I tossed my head from side to side. My hands sliding down my body to rest on top of his head.

His hands found mine and he pulled them to the side, holding them there, restraining me. And then I felt it. His mouth was sliding over me, licking and tasting and sucking. Using his nose, he pushed aside my delicate lips and inserted his tongue inside me. Stabbing it in and out like a small penis. Dipping it up occasionally to flick the throbbing nub that grew more sensitive with each contact.

My hips bucked and I struggled to free my hands from his. I wanted to touch him, to feel some part of his skin, to give him a fraction of the pleasure I was feeling. He stopped then and I moaned in frustration. "No..."

He brought both of my hands to my stomach and held them there with one of his. Then reached down to undo his belt, sliding it free of his jeans. Sitting up partially, he held it in one hand and looked at me questioningly. I recognized his intentions and quickly nodded my head. "Yes... anything, please. Just don't stop!" I whispered as he grabbed my wrists and bound them together with the soft leather belt. Raising my hands above my head, he looked at me with a smile in his eyes and said sternly. "Leave them there."

I shook with anticipation as he lowered his head to kiss me. A sweet, sensual kiss that left me gasping when he broke away and continued downwards. He spent several minutes on each breast, sucking on one nipple while pinching and tweaking the other. Then switching the attention to lavish the other breast with his soft lips. Several times he nipped and bit me only to lick and nuzzle the sore flesh a moment later.

Further down he encountered my navel again and he seemed to be fascinated by my ring there. Taking it in his mouth, he tugged and licked until I was squirming from the sensation. "Oh David..."

"How does that feel baby?"

"That feels so... oh god that feels so good!" I felt as if every inch of my skin was burning with an intense white heat. I felt him move farther down until his mouth was again hovering over the area where I wanted it most. Trailing his finger down he slowly inserted it inside my channel and pumped it once, twice, making me squirm with from the sensation. I was dripping wet and ready for him. I watched in fascination as he pulled his finger to his mouth and licked off the juices that had collected there. Before I could respond, he was on me. His tongue working miracles as he again slid first one then two fingers inside of me. Pumping in time with the movement of his tongue on my clit and setting up a tempo that soon had me moaning and whimpering.

Just when I thought I was going to explode he eased back and nuzzled me softly with his nose. When my breathing had returned to almost normal he began again. Carefully stoking my fire bit by bit. Long, slow strokes that drove me half-crazy with lust. As he sensed my impending orgasm and he would pull back and apply little kisses and licks along the insides of my thighs. I was helpless. With my hands trussed up, I could do little more then beg for release. And beg I did...

"David..."

"Yes?" He teased as he stroked the inside of my thigh and looked at me.

"Please... I'll do anything, just please don't stop."

"Stop what?" He asked innocently.

"Don't stop... don't stop licking me, caressing me... Jesus David! I want you to eat me! Fuck me with your mouth! Please!!" I was desperate and he knew this.

He leaned back down and licked once, teasingly. "You want this?"

I moved my hips trying to follow his mouth. "Yes!"

He shoved two fingers in me and proceeded to move them in and out speaking slowly the entire time. "You want this? This is what you desire?"

"yes...."

"Do you want more? Are you close?"

"Oh god YES!" I jumped as he leaned down and sucked hard on my clit. I felt myself slip over the edge and shatter into a thousand pieces as he rode my hips with his fingers and tongue. Savoring every last drop of my mind-shattering orgasm.

He stood then and finished removing his clothes. Before I could recover enough to admire the view he was back down on the blanket with me. This time settled between my legs as he kissed me and whispered in my ear, "I want you Rand. I want to be inside you. I want to make love to you."

I couldn't believe it. This amazing man who had just made love to me with his mouth and hands in an intimate and spectacular way was now asking my permission to go further. I struggled against the leather that bound my hands together and David noticed. Reaching up, he undid the strap and rubbed the skin that had been straining against the restraint.

"I'm sorry, did that hurt?"

My answer was to grab his face and plunge my tongue in between his soft and sensuous lips. I scraped my fingers along his back and whispered in his ear. "I want you inside of me. Now."

With that said, I shifted until I could feel the head of his penis pressing against my opening, begging for entrance. Sanity took control for a moment as I stopped him from entering. "Umm... do you have?"

He groaned and reached for his pants. "Jesus, I nearly forgot about that."

With a sheepish grin, he extracted a foil packet from his wallet and tore it open with his teeth. Before he could put it on I stopped him. "Allow me." I said.

Taking the condom in hand, I sat up and leaned over him. Placing it on the tip of his penis, I proceeded to use my mouth to roll the rubber over his massive and now throbbing tool. He groaned as I reached the base and slid back up. I was prepared to take him fully in my mouth again, but he had other ideas. Pushing me back, he quickly slid around behind me and grabbing me by the waist, he deposited me on my knees. I barely had time to question him when he entered me from behind. Slamming his cock all the way to the hilt in his frenzy to be inside me.

As for me, I screamed his name when I felt him enter me so brutally. He awakened a snarling animal within me that was prepared to give as good as she got. Meeting each stroke with a counter stroke, we both were soon snarling and growling as we sought to bring the other to completion. His strokes were long and hard, slamming into me each time with a force that drove me forward on the blanket. Grabbing my breasts, he pulled me up until I was level with his mouth and by twisting my head, I could kiss him full on the lips, savoring the combined taste of him and myself that still lingered there.

One of his hands slid downwards to stroke and tease me as he began pounding into me with a reckless abandon. I could feel myself about to cum and I squeezed as hard as I could to try and get him to the same point. I could feel myself plunging, cascading over and over again and then David was there and we both jumped off the edge of that cliff... together.

We collapsed in a heap of flesh. I lay underneath him, trembling from the force of my orgasm as he wrapped his arms around me, rolling and turning me over so that I rested against his chest. The cool night air caressed our bodies and his hands slid over my skin. I smiled into his chest and held him tighter. "That was the most incredible experience I've ever had. My god that was incredible!"

"It was good for me too," he laughed and kissed the top of my head. "I'm completely exhausted."

"I hope not 'completely'." I teased.

He slapped my ass and grinned. "I think I could manage to rejuvenate rather quickly."

We lay wrapped in each others embrace and watched as the stars began to fade and the sun began to peek it's crown over the edge of the field we were in.

I felt someone shaking me. "Randi... Rand... come on baby, we need to go."

I rolled over and into a pair of cloth-covered arms. Opening my yes I realized who it was. David. And he was dressed.

"Hmmm..." I moaned. "I don't wanna go."

I craned my neck up to kiss him as my hands began unbuttoning his shirt but he stopped me. "Rand... we can't stay here. Someone might come along."

"Just fifteen more minutes..." I replied as I managed to unbutton the first few buttons on his shirt and slip my hand inside it to tease his nipples. "I need to pay you back for last night."

He groaned and lay still for a moment, enjoying the effect I was having on him. Then leaning down, he captured my mouth in a searing kiss that brought a wave of pleasure to my groin. Breaking away from me, he sat up and held out my blouse. "You really need to get dressed before we're arrested."

"Ok... ok. You're right." I grabbed my bra and looked around for my panties. Turning back to David I started to ask him where they were when I saw him hold a scrap of black silk and a huge grin on his face.

"Looking for these?"

'Umm... yeah. I guess I can't really wear them." The ruined lingerie was ripped at both seams and definitely beyond repair.

"I guess not. I'm sorry." He said with a sheepish smile.

I leaned over and kissed him softly, almost chastely, cupping his cheek in my hand. "Don't be," I whispered. "I'm not."

I grabbed my jeans and boots and stood to finish getting dressed. David gathered up the remains of our evening and deposited everything in his trunk. He started the car and let it idle as he came back to hug me.

"I had an incredible evening."

I grew nervous. This was "the speech". The one where he tells me it was great "but..."

"I'd like to see you again."

My chin must have hit my knees. "You would?"

"Very much." He whispered as he placed a kiss on my forehead. "How long will you be in Vancouver?"

"Another two weeks."

He looked disappointed. "That's all?"

"Yeah, then we move on to our next gig."

"Then we'll just have to make the most of those two weeks." Taking my hand, he guided me to the car and made sure I was settled and buckled before going around and getting in on the driver's side. He turned to me. "If that's ok with you?"

Ok? It was amazing! Outstanding!! Beyond belief!!!

"Yeah. It's ok with me." I grinned as he put the car in drive and took me back to the dumpy, little, gray hotel that suddenly didn't look so bad if it was going to keep me in Vancouver for another two weeks.

The End???