Chapter 67 POPSTAR GETS BANGED BY BODYGUARD IN BACKSEAT PART 1
The roar of the crowd was still ringing in my head like a drum that wouldn't stop beating. I'd just finished my set at the arena, lights flashing, fans screaming my name—Mila, Mila, Mila. My legs felt like jelly from all the dancing, and sweat was pouring down my back under this sparkly dress that stuck to me like glue. It was short, shiny, and showed off my legs and a bit of cleavage, the kind that made headlines. But right now, all I could think about was getting out of there and into the limo waiting outside.
Liam, my bodyguard, was right behind me as we pushed through the backstage chaos. He was this big guy, tall and built like a wall, with arms covered in tattoos that peeked out from his black shirt. His face was always serious, eyes scanning everything, but I knew there was more under that tough exterior. I'd caught him looking at me during rehearsals, his gaze lingering a second too long on my hips or my lips. Tonight, after all that energy on stage, I wanted him. Bad.
We slipped into the limo quick, the door slamming shut behind us. The driver didn't say a word, just hit the gas and pulled away from the curb. The city streets were alive with lights—neon signs, car headlights, and already I could see those pesky paparazzi hanging around, cameras ready. The windows were tinted dark, but they always found a way to snap pics. Liam settled into the seat across from me, his knees almost touching mine in the back.
'You okay, boss?' he asked, his voice low and gravelly, like rocks tumbling.
I kicked off my high heels, wiggling my toes on the soft carpeted floor. My feet ached, but it was a good ache, like the rest of me. 'Yeah, just... tired,' I said, leaning back and letting my head rest. The leather seat was cool against my hot skin.
I glanced at him, really looked. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, showing a hint of chest hair, and his pants were tight over those strong thighs. My heart started pounding again, not from the show, but from the heat building between my legs.
I couldn't hold back anymore. The adrenaline from the concert had me feeling bold, reckless. 'Liam,' I said softly, sliding over closer until my thigh pressed against his.
He froze, but his eyes met mine, dark and intense. 'What do you need?' he murmured, not moving away. That was all the invite I needed. I swung my leg over, dropping down to my knees right there on the floor between his legs. The limo was big inside, but it felt small now, charged with something electric.
My hands went straight for his belt, fingers trembling a little as I tugged at the metal buckle. It clinked open, and I pulled the zipper down slow, watching his bulge grow. He was already hard, I could tell.
'Mila, we shouldn't...' he started, but his voice trailed off when I reached in and freed his cock.
It was thick, heavy in my hand, veins standing out along the shaft, the head swollen and leaking a drop of pre-cum. I wrapped my fingers around it, feeling it twitch, so warm and alive.
I looked up at him, my makeup probably smudged from the sweat, but I didn't care.
'I want this,' I whispered, then leaned forward. My breath ghosted over the tip first, making him hiss. I stuck out my tongue, flat and wet, and licked from the base up to the head, tasting the salty skin. It was musky, manly, and it made my mouth water. Then I opened wide and took the head in, sucking soft at first, my lips sealing around it.
Liam's hand came to my hair, fingers threading through the messy waves.
'Shit,' he breathed, head falling back a bit. I pushed forward, taking more of him into my mouth, inch by inch. My jaw stretched, and I felt drool starting to pool. I bobbed my head, slow at first, letting my tongue swirl around the underside, tracing that sensitive ridge. Slurping sounds filled the air as I sucked harder, saliva dripping down his length, making it shiny and slick.
I gagged when I tried to go deeper, his cock bumping the back of my throat, but I pushed through, eyes watering. Tears blurred my vision, but the burn felt good, raw. I hollowed my cheeks, creating suction that pulled a groan from him. His hips jerked up a little, fucking my mouth gently. I let it get messy—spit trailing from my lips, coating his balls as I reached down to cup them, rolling them in my palm, feeling how full they were.
The limo swerved a bit, maybe dodging traffic, and it jolted me forward, taking him all the way. I moaned around his dick, the vibration making his thighs tense. Outside, the world rushed by, but then I heard it—shouts, faint but excited. Paparazzi. They must have tailed us from the venue. Flashes started popping against the windows, white bursts that lit up the inside for split seconds. My pulse raced; what if they saw? The tinted glass wasn't perfect, and if the limo slowed... The risk made my pussy throb, wetness soaking my thong.
I pulled back for air, gasping, a thick string of saliva connecting my lips to his cock. It bobbed in front of me, glistening.
'You taste so good,' I said, voice rough, then dove back in. Faster now, head moving up and down, slurping loud and wet. My free hand stroked what I couldn't fit in my mouth, twisting at the base. Liam's breaths came heavy, his grip in my hair tighter, guiding me without forcing.
'That's it, suck it like that,' he growled, and the words sent a shiver down my spine.
I lost track of time, just focused on pleasuring him, my knees digging into the carpet, dress riding up my thighs. The flashes kept coming, more frequent, like they were right on our tail. Each one made me suck harder, imagining the scandal if they knew. My own arousal built, nipples hard against the fabric of my dress, clit aching for touch. But I wanted him to cum first, or at least get him close.