January 21st, 2017
Young God - Halsey
As a ray of light swept over her eyes, Leah frowned and, rubbing a hand over her face, she turned around, groaning.
“You do have a rude awakening.” A hoarse voice beside her stated.
Bewildered, her eyes flew open. She had been in such a deep sleep that for a moment she felt lost. Until she saw him. Damn sexy, naked Søren Fucking Wolff. He was laying in bed beside her, an arm bent under his head, the other over his stomach holding his phone.
“Good morning.” He chuckled.
“Morning,” she mumbled.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked, leaving the device on the night table and turning to her, hand moving to her waist.
“Yeah.” She nodded, biting on her bottom lip as he got closer and kissed her.
Truth to be told. She had never, ever, had such amazing sex. It wasn’t only because of the size or that he had a perfect, rhythmic control of his hips. It was the way he touched her, the way his guitarist rough fingertips caressed her, igniting her skin. There was something about the way his lips molded with hers and his gaze trapped her in a world where only they existed that sent her straight into a rollercoaster of unknown sensations.
“You?” Her eyes fluttered closed as he gently sucked on her bottom lip.
“Like a baby.”
“So... What are the plans for today?” she asked, trying to focus on something other than his hand sneaking under the comforter.
“Hmm...” A devilish grin spread across his lips, index finger tracing a line from her collarbone to her chest, going down.
“Oh, God!” she gasped when reached between her legs.
“Doing you is on top of my list today,” he said in a husky voice as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes fixed on hers.
“...T—That—Oh, God!” she stuttered when he slid a finger between her folds.
With her clit being shamelessly stimulated and two fingers churning, curving, and pounding in and out of her, she moaned. That man sure had skilled hands.
Feeling his heart beating fiercely under her palm, she moved her other hand to the back of his neck. Fingers lacing in his hair, lips brushing his, foreheads touching, the temperature igniting between them.
Søren put on one of those motherfucking sexy smirks. Dark ring and teal freckles melting with the ocean of his eyes as he stared at her, opening the door to a new universe.
“Fuck!” she whimpered.
With her eyes shut, Leah silently prayed she wouldn’t cum so fast. But then he withdrew from her.
Her breath caught in her throat when he rolled her over, laying on top of her—cock more than ready for the party. The comforter slipped down as he kissed, licked, and nibbled her neck, collarbone and hips. Goosebumps covered her body at the contrast of the cool atmosphere and his hot breath grazing her skin.
After submitting her to a painfully slow and sweet torture, he finally reached her center. Spreading her legs with his hands, his mouth hovered her, teasing her once again.
“Søren...” she whined.
The metalhead let out a short laugh and ran his tongue along her opening, gently sucking her clit at the end.
“Fuck...” Leah fisted the pillow, arching her back.
‘Knock, knock, knock’
“Guys, I know you’re probably busy but Daddy Mikael says we’re getting to the hotel in ten,” Ian’s voice interrupted them.
“I hate your friends,” Leah muttered, making Søren chuckle.
“Fine!” he replied. “We have some time before lunch, don’t worry...” He reassured before placing one last kiss on her inner thigh.
As he slid out of bed, turning his back to her, bending down to get his clothes, Leah sat up.Bringing her legs to her chest with her arms circling them, she scanned him up and down, eyes feasting on his rear.
He had an amazing tattoo of a wolf on the upper part of his back. Strong muscles tensing and relaxing as he moved, two dimples on the lumbar area that led the gaze right to his athletic, toned, perfect ass.
“Gonna go out to—” She didn’t look at his face when he turned around. “Like what you see?” His tone of voice seductive and humorous at the same time.
Leah bit on her bottom lip. “Mmhmm...” She nodded without taking her eyes off of him.
Søren let out a soft snicker. “Okay, as much as I like that look”—he pulled his boxers up, covering the magic wand between his legs—“you better stop eye fucking me or...”
“Or what? It’s your fault for being so distracting.” Leah shrugged, putting on a cheeky smile as she reclined on her elbows.
He laughed at her comment, but the way he stared at her ratted him out—he wanted her right there and then. “I’m gonna go get your stuff, be right back,” he said, smiling, as he zipped his jeans.
As he closed the door, she got out of bed and grabbed her clothes from the floor. They sure had made a mess the night before—no shame.
Pulling her panties up and then her jeans, she couldn’t stop thinking about how her life had changed in the last few months.
Buried Alive had already recorded their second professional album—which was booming—and they were one month and a half away from knowing if they would go to the Burn to Rise festival. Even if they didn’t make it, she was happy with what they had achieved. Being part of that small group of selected bands was huge.
And now, together with all that craziness, she had to add not only met one of her most inspirational musicians, but became friends with him, and slept with him.
Images of the previous night flooded her mind, forcing her to heave a sigh. Søren was by far the best lover she had ever had. The earth-shaking orgasm she had, made her whole body spasm in ecstasy in a way she hadn’t experienced in a long while.
He observed her, pushed her buttons, and tried her, waiting for the subtlest reaction. He played and decoded her, sending her straight to heaven—what would he be capable of if they got to know each other better?
Still in a daze, Leah sat on the bed and put on her boots, startling a little when Søren opened the door. “Here.” He held his arm out to her with her bag and t-shirt.
“Thanks.” She got up and grabbed her stuff from his hand, dropping it on the bed.
“Not like I’d let you walk out like this.” He tittered as he leaned back on the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
“Right.” She grinned.
Leah bent down and picked up her bra from the floor, sliding the straps up her arms, trying to clasp the damn thing on her back.
“Who’s staring now?” she asked when she felt his eyes following her every move.
“Your fault.” He shrugged with a smirk plastered on his face.
“Of course.” She laughed. “So... what are the plans for today, then?”
“After lunch we have an interview with some local radio station and then we have a meet and greet with fans. Then soundcheck and concert right after that.” Søren sighed. “The interview’s just a last minute thing,” he explained, an apologetic look in his eyes.
“Don’t pull that face, I know how it is... Berlin is a huge city, I’m sure I can find something to do.” She smiled, stumbling a little when the bus pulled up. “Jesus!”
“You could stay with Astrid—” He stopped when he realized what he had said and looked to the ceiling. “I forgot she was an ass to you the last time. Ugh! I’ll talk to her later.”
“You don’t need to...”
“I have to,” he said, looking out the window, brows creasing together.
“Sure, okay.” Whatever was going on between them she wasn’t sure she wanted to know, but they obviously had things to talk about. If Chris or any of the guys did that to her, she would smack their heads. It was easy with them.
“There’s a bunch of cameras waiting for us”—he gestured with his head—“and I doubt you want to deal with them.”
As Leah peeked outside, her eyes opened wide. “Shit!”
She had partially lied when she told him why she didn’t sleep with musicians, but it was true that she didn’t want the media stalking her just because she had slept with him. She hated scandals and gossip.
“What do we do?”
“You’ll walk straight to the hotel with Mikael once the plague dissipates,” he told her as they walked outside the room.
“Morning, guys.” Jørn smirked when he saw them.
“Morning,” she mumbled.
“Had fun last night, ay?” Ian quipped.
Leah blushed and averted her eyes. Even if it was obvious what they had been doing locked inside that room—something she wanted to repeat a hundred times—the mere mention of it in front of people she didn’t know that weel made her feel embarrassed as fuck.
“Dude!” Søren spat.
“What?! You’ve slept ’till very late and that can only mean one thing.” Ian laughed.
“Shut up!” the singer rolled his eyes, a satisfied grin on his face. “Mikael, the fucking paparazzies are gonna be a pain in Leah’s ass if they see her. Could you wait a little and then accompany her?” he asked their manager, who was sitting on the couch of the tiny living room area.
“Ugh... They’re already here?” Alex groaned.
“I bet they’ve been here the entire morning,” Jørn stated.
“Of course, not like I’m in the mood to deal with the press today. Just make sure you don’t say anything stupid,” Mikael said as he approached them.
“Aye, aye... Stop worrying so much, we’re grown-ups,” Ian told him in a mocking tone.
“Grown-ups, my ass!” the manager laughed. “Okay, time to move, we can’t stay here forever,” he said, looking at his phone. “Come on, guys!” He gestured with his hands for them to get out.
“Aye, sir!” Ian exclaimed, drinking the last sip of his coffee. “See ya!” He winked at Leah before walking through the small kitchen and lounge.
As he reached the driver, he bumped his fist with him and jumped down the stairs. Alex mimicked him.
“Bye!” Jørn waved his hand at them.
“I’ll meet you in the room, okay?” Søren told her as he handed her some sunglasses and a dark blue cap. Leah nodded. “You’ll be fine.” He smiled at her, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “He can be a bit annoying, but he’ll take care of you.”
“Shut the fuck up and leave, you’ll see her again in twenty minutes,” Mikael punched his shoulder, chuckling.
“I love you too.” Søren laughed, striding towards the front door of the bus. “See you, Dave!” He bumped his fist with the driver and disappeared from her sight.
“As soon as they walk away from the bus, we’ll get down these stairs and go directly to the hotel. They’ll be so focused on them we won’t even exist.” Mikael patted her shoulder.
“I don’t know how they do it...” Leah mumbled, watching them act as if being surrounded by so many people wanting a piece of them was the most normal thing in the world. She felt anxious just looking at them, but they seemed comfortable and confident, like fish in the water. Posing for the cameras and talking with the reporters.
“They’ve been through this so many times... It’s like brushing your teeth, you don’t think, just automatically move. It becomes a habit with time,” Mikael explained, exhaustion more obvious on his face now.
“I don’t know if I could be so calm.”
“Well, if you go to the festival this summer, you’ll have to learn to deal with it.” Mikael softly laughed. “But you’ll be alright, everyone there is great.” He gave her a reassuring smile, his blue eyes warm.
“No need.” He nodded.
The first impression Leah had from Mikael was that he was cold, scary even. He wasn’t as tall as the members of the band, but he could have been the leader of a motorcycle, mafia gang with his shaved head, beard, and tattoos creeping up his neck. Same sly, fierce gaze and a serious expression that he had every time he’d stepped on a stage. But he was really kind and reliable.
“Time to go!” he exclaimed, grabbing his coat. “Just follow me and do as I say if any of them decide to follow us, okay?”
“Sure.” Leah wrapped a scarf around her neck, put the sunglasses and cap on, and followed Dark Omen’s manager to the street.
Locking the door of the room Søren had told Mikael to get for them, she dropped her bag on the floor and let herself fall on the queen size bed.
She was exhausted after one day and one night full of conflicting emotions. Hell, she had been a hot mess regarding the metalhead for a whole week after she talked to Astrid.
Sadness, anger, disappointment, and a lot of other emotions had been swirling inside of her during the entire trip to Stuttgart. And when she saw him again, acting like he always did, laid-back and playful, she felt uncomfortable and confused, not knowing what to think anymore.
But everything changed the moment he shouted in her face, annoyed, that he truly liked her. Chris was right after all, talking and stop acting like a douchebag was the only way to solve shit—funny thing to say coming from the king of avoiding any serious conversation.
With a sigh, she got up and walked to the bathroom. Leah didn’t know how much longer she would have to wait for Søren and she could use a shower to relax and wash all the soreness from her body.
Tying her hair up in a bun on top of her head, she turned the shower tap and let the water fall for some time while she undressed.
She turned around a little and looked at herself in the mirror, fingers brushing over the scar of her back. She slightly shivered when she remembered how Søren had caressed the area close to it the night before.
The ink covering it made it invisible, and it was dark, but she knew it was there, under her left shoulder blade. It was five inches long, thin, and perfectly cured—the surgeon had done an amazing job—but it was something that always made her feel self-conscious.
Why did I let my guard down like that?
She wasn’t afraid that he would feel disgusted or anything, she was over that, but he could have asked and she didn’t like going there even if she could lie. She sighed.
As the air in the room became heavier, condensation covering the mirror, Leah got inside the shower. She was cold and the temperature of the water cascading down her chest hot, making her skin ablaze, same as when you play in the snow with bare hands. But she loved it, small things like that were the ones that made her feel alive. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“I like how you think.”
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Leah jumped, instinctively covering her breasts with both arms and crossing one leg over the other.
“I’ve seen it all already, don’t need to be shy now,” Søren said, a smug smile on his face.
“Shut it!” Leah grinned. “You could have knocked or something, I almost had a heart attack,” she said as she turned to the water again, trying to act nonchalant.
“I did.” He got undressed. “But you didn’t answer.”
“What are you doing?” Leah asked, arching an eyebrow.
“What do you think?” He smirked, putting his hair up in a samurai bun. “Saving water.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she looked at him as he moved towards her. He was like a fucking god walking amongst mere mortals. The imposing, mind-blowing aura around him was palpable, like pheromones fluttering around him—that shit was fucking real with him.
Broad shoulders, strong pecs, perfect six pack going down to that insanely sexy V on his hips. Pings of lust traveled through her entire being, making her heart speed up and her body throb with anticipation.