Chapter Twenty-Five-2

"Yep." With no more needing to be said, Will hurried us over to our room and all but threw me up against the wooden door, passionately so. I groaned my response, though it was energy wasted, given he was more concerned over opening the thing than damaging it. "You okay, rock star?" I asked, unsure as to what was taking him so long. "I can't open the...fucking...door. Ah ha!" His final instalment came with the opening of said 'fucking' door and within seconds, I was pinned to the other side of it. His beautiful, lean body felt magnificent holding mine and although I would've quite happily stayed there all night, my mind wouldn't allow for it. Instead, I wiggled myself free of his hold and began the unbuttoning process of his shirt, revealing his glorious body upon my doing so. Brilliantly inked and artistically toned, his chest really was the living embodiment of perfection and I absolutely couldn't wait to get my hands all over it. "You sure you wanna do this?" he asked, resting his forehead to mine. His need to gain full consent before continuing onwards was every inch the turn on, surprisingly so. Nothing was sexier on a man than his need to please others and even without his hopeful smile, I'd still 100% be into this. "Absolutely," I replied, allowing for his white shirt to fall to the floor. His smirk was seriously sinister, though in the most purest of ways possible. One hand came up to cup my cheek and whilst kissing me feverishly, the other guided me towards the bed. The backs of my knees came into contact with it first, though the rest of my body soon followed as I was carefully laid down and positioned on my back. The caution he underwent when touching me felt odd coming from him, though it certainly wasn't unpleasant. Will was always so sure of himself, yet his actions now resembled that of a man delaying the inevitable. Maybe that was his intention? Delayed gratification was perhaps his go-to move when occupying the company of women and if that were so, who was I to complain? "Have you been touched by anyone else, sweetheart?" he asked, rather abruptly addressing the matter. "No." Honesty is the best policy. "Good." His no nonsense reply was followed up by his hands snaking the length of my thighs, slowly progressing towards the area in which I most required his assistance. In doing so, my head fell back against the pillow on its own accord, giving me no option but to stare up at the ceiling as Will worked his magic on my body. A mixture of feeling both sedated and energised (although a contraction) overcame my senses and plunged me into a state of complete satisfaction. I never wanted to return to normality, forever happy to remain the centre of his attention. Perhaps he could leave the band and dedicate the rest of his days to pleasuring me instead? "Ohhh god!" His feather-light fingers suddenly skimmed past my lace underwear, purposely avoiding direct contact. Never in my life had I anticipated something so much and I feared if he didn't touch me soon, I'd spontaneously combust. "Relax, sweetheart. You're very tense." I refrained from telling him that I was indeed tensing up as a result of being denied the one thing I most required. If only he'd stop teasing me and give into both our desires. Then again, where was the fun in that? "Please!" His skilled mouth silenced mine with an intoxicating kiss; powerful enough to shut me right up. "Please what?" he smirked, lightly tracing the waistband of my knickers. Before I could respond, his accommodating fingers dipped below and pressed to my bundle of nerves, igniting a fire from within. "Oh, you're so wet." Nothing could've prepared me for the moment he made contact and although a little embarrassing, I responded by moaning my delight straight across the room. Cry after cry erupted from my throat, limiting my sounds to that of incoherent chants of pleasure. "Please don't stop!" I pleaded, seeing literal stars. Thankfully, he took my request to the next level and lowered his lips to mine, yet again, capturing them into a loving kiss. It was heavenly at first but soon turned awkward when the interruption of a certain somebody arose. "Will? Are you in?" Matt's strained voice caused us both to momentarily freeze, unsure on how to appropriately respond. The man currently situated on top of me didn't make an effort to appease his best friend and instead, shot me a sly smirk and continued to attack my neck with his brilliant, hot kisses. "He won't know we're here." "Will?" "Matt, piss off!" he laughed, resurfacing for air. "Will, open up. I've done something stupid." His solemn tone took on a rather bitter edge and I feared something terrible must've happened for him to be showing up here. "Is he okay?" I asked, ignoring my selfish need to continue. "I dunno? I'll go check. You stay right where you are, sweet girl," he instructed, offering no room for negotiation. Quickly and efficiently, Will removed himself from the bed and strode over to the door, by no means impressed. "This better be good," he informed, opening the door to a hot mess. Matted hair and a look of pure gratification hinted toward a broken man seeking comfort in his hour of need. He couldn't see me yet, but it would've taken a bold move for the man to stare at anything other than blank space. "Shit! What the hell's happened?" asked Will, growing concerned. I moved from my position on the bed and made myself more presentable. Nothing could disguise my flushed cheeks and lustful gaze but I could certainly return my dress to its rightful length. "I slept with her, Will. I fucking knew it would ruin everything but I couldn't help myself. She's just so stubborn sometimes." "Who?" he questioned, a little slow on the intake. "Yazmin, you dick. Who else?" Diffusing the situation, I joined them both in the front room and offered the bass player my best advice. "Why don't you talk us through it, Matt? I bet you haven't ruined things," I suggested, shocking both men with my presence. "I thought I told you to stay in bed?" smirked Will, still sporting no clothing from the waist up. "I got bored of waiting," I threw back, matching his amusement. Matt volleyed his gaze between the two of us and puffed out a dramatic breath, having only just noticed Will's half naked state. "Fucking hell. You two were-" "Yeah, Matt. You cock blocked us now get your pathetic arse in here and tell us exactly what's happened," motioned Will, setting the plan in motion. "I'll grab you both some beers," I stated, passing them both to locate the minibar. Matt plonked his sorry self onto the chaise lounge and buried his head deep into his hands, leaving Will and I alone with our thoughts for a moment. "Shit, sweetheart. This is not how I saw tonight ending," he expressed, pulling me in for a tight hug. "Believe me, I'm pissed off." "Don't be. Matt needs you right now and we can always reschedule date night for tomorrow?" I smiled, passing him over the two bottles. "I might go check on Yazmin?" "Yeah. Maybe go see how she's doing," he replied, agreeing with my plan. "And we're definitely rescheduling for tomorrow!" I offered the slightly sulking rock star a loving kiss whilst backing out of the suite; throwing Matt a heartfelt, "Feel better soon!" before  hightailing the hell out of there. On my way to Yazmin's room, my phone buzzed in my bag signalling and incoming call from Zoe. I chose to ignore it, assuming it was unimportant, but sent her a quick text detailing the reasons why I couldn't talk. Then, with purpose, I proceeded to knock on the publicist's door and awaited what monstrosity would greet me. "Yazmin, it's me. Open up!"