Something Different

By Gavin Lafayette All Rights Reserved ©

Romance / Erotica

Chapter 3

He blinked in surprise when he saw Tony standing there with the girl. Bane had said she’d change her mind, but he hadn’t really believed it.

“Took you long enough,” Tony smirked. “I’d like to introduce you to Miss Annabelle Fortelli. Annabelle, this is Bane Scott.”

Bane stuck his hand out and was surprised again when she took it. “It’s nice to meet you, Annabelle,” he said with a smile that she didn’t return. Instead, she looked him up and down with a critical gaze. She was at least eight inches shorter than his six two frame, and she had to look up a lot to see his face.

“Call me Anna, please. You look better like this,” she said, and her voice caused a shiver to flow through him. It was quiet but with a slight rasp to it. He could imagine that voice calling out his name while her orgasm ripped through her.

“Thank you, I guess,” he answered. “Does the fact that you’re here mean you’ll spend the night with me after all?”

She shook her head. “No, but I wouldn’t mind a cup of coffee and some conversation.”

Bane’s eyes went wide as Tony chuckled. “Coffee and conversation,” he said, not quite believing his ears. “I’m not sure I’ve ever done that with a girl before.”

That brought a small smile to her face. “Really? That’s actually kind of sad.”

He smiled back. “Then why are you smiling?”

She laughed, and he almost closed his eyes to let the sound wash over him, but he kept them open. “It’s sad, but it’s also funny. I would have expected that you had plenty of experience being with girls.”

“Oh, I do,” he said, noticing for the first time that they were alone. Tony had disappeared discreetly like he always did. “But not for coffee and conversation.” When her smile faded, he hurriedly added, “But I would love to have it with you, Anna. I have to be careful where I go, though. I’ll be swamped if we go to the local Starbucks.”

“The price of fame, huh?” she asked, her face serious.

“The price of fame and money,” he answered. “Do you know of anywhere more private we could talk?”

“Yes.” Then she cocked her head and studied him. “Do you trust me?”

That made him laugh. “Not really, but that’s only because I don’t know you yet.” Then he got just as serious as she was. “I’d like that to change.”

She just looked at his skeptically. “Why?”

“Because you’re different,” he said honestly. “Because I’m looking for something different. I meant what I said before I sang to you. I’m sick of how things are going now. I don’t want to bring some groupie back to my hotel room anymore. I started this band when I was sixteen years old, and for seven years, women have been throwing themselves at me because I can sing and play the guitar and for the last five because I’m famous and rich. They know absolutely nothing about me, but they want to be able to say they spent the night with Venom.” His brow furrowed, his tone became bitter, and he turned away from Annabelle. “I’ll completely understand if you don’t want to be a part of that. Fuck! I don’t want to be a part of it!” He looked back when he felt a gentle hand on his arm.

“Let’s go get some coffee, Bane,” Annabelle said softly. “And talk, just talk.”

Hearing his name on her lips caused him to shudder, and he nodded. He didn’t bother telling anyone he was leaving. They could always call if they needed him for something, but he figured the rest of the band was probably already locked away with whoever they had chosen for the night. He wouldn’t hear from anyone until the morning, and he’d be in his own bed by then. Hopefully with Anna by his side, but he wouldn’t push it. If she just wanted to talk, then he’d do that. All night if she agreed. He had a day off before going to the next city, and he had no problem with staying up late with Anna.

Bane followed her out of the stadium, and then she paused.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Do you mind if I drive?” Her smile had returned.

“Not at all. I trust you that far at least.”

Her smile became a grin that lit up her face, and she led him to a beat-up, sky blue Honda Civic. He said nothing but only got in the passenger side when she unlocked it. When she got in, she looked embarrassed. “Not exactly what you’re used to, is it?” she mumbled.

“Actually, it’s exactly what I’m used to. I wasn’t always rich, Anna. I started this band in my parents’ basement when I was sixteen, and my father was so pissed that he made me pay the electric bill after the first month. So, we practiced after school every day, played at parties on the weekends, and all that money went toward making sure we had electricity for the guitars and amps and mics. Two years later, after graduation, we played at a nightclub in Nashville, and someone from Atom Records happened to be there. He came up to us after the show and offered to help us make our first demo CD. We agreed, and now, here we are. Five years later, touring the country and soon the world, making money none of us ever could have dreamed of having, and...” He turned to look out the side window.

“And what, Bane?”

He sighed and stared at her. “And wishing for something more.”

“Something different?”

“Yes, something different.”

Nothing more was said as they drove out of Dallas. Bane had no idea where they were going, but Anna didn’t seem like a crazed serial killer, so he just closed his eyes, rested his head against the back of the seat, and enjoyed the peacefulness in the car. He opened them with a start when Anna shook his shoulder.

“Wake up, Bane. We’re here.”

He rubbed his eyes and looked around him. It was dark, but he could see that they were not in the city anymore. In fact, they were in the middle of nowhere. A small, one story, white house stood in the middle of a field, and they were parked in front of it.

“Where’s here?”

“My house.” When Bane’s eyes went wide, she added, “You said somewhere private. It doesn’t get much more private than this.”

Bane opened the door and got out, taking a deep breath of the clean air as he did so. Then he turned to Anna who had also gotten out of the car. “Are you sure about this? We could have gone to some little coffee shop in Dallas. I would have been fine with that.”

“I’m sure,” she answered, coming around the car. “Come on. I don’t make great coffee, but it’s not too bad.” He followed her to the front door, and after she unlocked it, he opened it for her and held it as she passed him. “And a gentleman to boot. I wasn’t expecting that.”

He grinned. “My mother would kill me if I weren’t.” Then he became serious. “Don’t get my stage persona confused with me, Anna. He is Venom. I am Bane Raimond Scott from Nowhere, Kentucky. He is what people expect me to be, but he’s not me. At least not all the time. He’s me for a few hours a few nights a week. He’s me when I bring someone back to my hotel, but he’s not me now.”

“That’s good to know, Bane,” she said with a small smile, and then he shut the door after following her inside. They stepped into a cozy little kitchen with a nook to the left that held a round table with four chairs. The table was covered with a crocheted, colorful tablecloth that looked old. Over the sink hung five copper-bottomed pots, and it reminded him of home. He hadn’t seen his parents in almost three years, and he suddenly missed his mother desperately. Anna pointed at the table. “Sit, please. I’ll get the coffee started.” He moved to one of the chairs and sat. Then he watched Anna.

She walked to the freezer and pulled out a bag of coffee beans, and Bane smiled when she got a grinder out of a bottom cabinet. He loved fresh-ground coffee, and he put his hands behind his neck and stretched his legs out in front of him. “Strong or weak?” she asked, looking at him.

“Very strong, please.” She turned her back on him, and he unashamedly checked out her body. Her black skinny jeans hugged her ass and thighs deliciously, and her boots were formed to her calves. He couldn’t tell much about her upper body, for the blouse she had on was too loose and flowing, but from the bottom half, he could tell she was some sort of athlete. “What sport do you play?” he asked suddenly.

She looked over her shoulder at him. “How did you know I played a sport?”

He held back his grin but let his gaze drift downward again. “Trust me, I can tell. No one has an ass and legs like yours without working at it. So?”

“Tennis,” she said, turning away from him again. “Every day I play at least three matches. Do you play?”

“Not for a long time now,” he answered. “I played varsity in high school, though. Went to state my senior year.”

Anna had apparently finished preparing the coffee, for she wiped her hands on a towel and walked toward him, sitting down opposite him. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for an athlete,” she said.

“I’m still an athlete,” he said. “I work out every morning. People think that being a rock star is easy, but up to three hours on that stage in that kind of heat really takes it out of me. I have to be in shape.”

Anna just nodded, and then they started asking each other questions. Bane learned that she had inherited the house after her adopted parents died in a car accident three years earlier. The fact that she was adopted explained her blonde hair and the last name of Fortelli. He had mentioned that she didn’t look Italian, and that was when she explained she was adopted at the age of six months. She had no idea who her birth parents were, and she didn’t want to know. He told her about his parents back in Kentucky and that it had been a while since he’d seen them.

“Why don’t you visit them?” she asked.

“I’m too busy. I have tomorrow off, but then we’re in Baton Rouge the day after.” Bane shrugged. “Maybe I can find some time to visit them when we get closer to home, but I don’t know. My dad never really liked the kind of music we play, but my mom understands.”

For hours they talked and drank numerous cups of coffee. Bane found out that Anna was twenty-two years old, had won the ticket to his concert from a radio station contest, and had only come out of curiosity. She had never heard his music before and had had no idea what to expect.

He smirked as he looked at her clothing. “That explains a lot.”

“What does that mean?”

He pointed to her blouse. “I’ve never seen blue at my concerts before. Everyone pretty much wears black with the occasional white accessory. Never bright blue, though.”

She smiled into her latest cup of coffee. “I did feel pretty out of place. It was uncomfortable.”

“Is that why you were frowning at me?”

She looked up. “No, I was frowning at you because I thought you were just another playboy millionaire rock star who didn’t care about anything.” At Bane’s frown, she reached across the table and laid her hand on the back of his. “I don’t think that anymore. Especially after that song you sang to me.” Her grip tightened on his hand, and he turned his hand over to intertwine their fingers. “Why did you sing to me?”

“Because you said no, and I wanted to change that.”

“But why?”

He sighed and played with her fingers. “I already told you. You were different, beautiful, and like no one I had ever seen before. And you were the first person to ever say no to a night with me. I wanted to know why.”

She pulled her hand away and stared at him. “Do you still want to know why?”

“Very much so.” Anna stood up and picked up their empty coffee cups. She brought them to the sink and started washing them. Bane got up and moved behind her before putting his hands on her shoulders. She jumped, and he frowned. “What is it, Anna?” She said nothing as she finished washing their cups, and then she turned around. Bane let his hands drop, but she grabbed them both and put them back on her shoulders.

“I—”

“What?” Bane let his hands drift from her shoulders to her elbows to her hands and back up slowly. “Tell me, please.”

She turned her face away, but not before Bane saw her cheeks flame red. He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned it back to him. His gaze drifted down to her mouth, and he took a deep breath.

“What are you so embarrassed about?” he whispered.

“I’m—I’m still a virgin,” she said softly, and he smiled.

“Is that all?” He ran his thumb along her bottom lip, and she shuddered. “I won’t pressure you to do anything you don’t want to do, Anna, but I would really like to kiss you right now. May I?”

She didn’t speak, but she nodded as her hands came up to grip his biceps. His hands went under her elbows, and he dipped his head. His lips covered hers gently, and he groaned at how soft and sweet they were. He wanted to ravish her mouth and body, but he kept the kiss tender, and her grip on his arms became almost painful. He felt his cock react, and so he kept his distance from her. He didn’t want to scare her. When he broke the kiss, he was pleased to see that her eyes were closed, her face was flushed, and her breathing was harsh. What surprised him was that his breathing was just as harsh. He usually didn’t get worked up from just a kiss, especially one that didn’t involve tongues.

“Baby,” he breathed against her skin as he laid soft kisses on her cheeks and forehead. “You taste so good.”

She opened her eyes and sighed. It was such a contented sound that Bane felt better than he had in a very long time. He’d never had a woman respond to his kiss like that. Usually there wasn’t much kissing anyway. The skanks that came back to his room just wanted to fuck, and up until now, he’d been more than happy to oblige them. Now, though, he just wanted another kiss from Anna. He dropped his hands to her waist and hoisted her up onto the counter before spreading her legs and stepping close.

“You’ve got to tell me when to stop, Anna,” he rasped out. “I’m not used to stopping.” When she didn’t say anything, he stared into her wide eyes. “Promise me.”

“I promise, Bane.”

He took her head in his hands and let his fingers glide through her silky soft hair. Then he pulled her close and kissed her again. This time he trailed the tip of his tongue along the seam of her lips, and she opened to him. He moaned when their tongues met, and she wrapped her arms around him and fisted her hands in the back of his shirt. He deepened the kiss even more, cupping the back of her head with one hand and trailing his fingers down her arm. When he reached her elbow, he brought his hand to her side. She didn’t pull back or stop him, so he kept his touch light as he brushed his fingertips along the underside of her breast. She gasped, but that was all. He dared to drop his hand to the hem of her shirt and slide it underneath as he broke the kiss.

“Yes or no, Anna?” he gasped. “Tell me now, baby.”

“Yes, Bane,” she responded, dropping her hands to his ass and pulling him even closer. “God, please, yes!”

“Holy fuck!” he groaned when his rigid cock met the junction of her thighs. His hand cupped her breast over her bra, and she arched her back toward him. He flicked his thumb over her nipple, and she moaned, her eyes drifting shut. “Baby, you’d better be sure. Once I start worshiping your beautiful body, I won’t be able to stop.”

“I’m sure, Bane. Please make love to me, please!”

That gave him pause. He hadn’t made love to anyone in a very long time. Fucked hundreds, but it was not making love. It was never making love. He shut off that train of thought, grabbed the hem of Anna’s blouse, and slowly peeled if off. When her alabaster breasts came into view, covered only by a barely-there pink, lace bra, he ran his tongue over his lips and tried to slow his breathing, but he had no luck. He dropped her shirt on the floor behind him and ran his fingertips over her shoulders, across her collarbones, and down to the front clasp of her bra. With an expert twist, he undid the clasp and slid the straps down her arms. The bra quickly joined the shirt on the floor, and then he stared into her gorgeous eyes as his hands cupped her breasts. She gasped and threw her head back. Bane took advantage of her new position by attaching his lips to her throat. He sucked hard as his fingers danced over her nipples just as they had danced over his guitar’s strings earlier that night. He played Anna like a fine instrument, but the noises that came from her sounded better to his ears than any he had ever made onstage.

He kept his lips against her neck and spoke quietly. “Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” When she didn’t answer, he raised his head and looked at her, his hands never stopping. She was blushing again, and he kissed her softly. “What’s wrong, baby? Am I moving too fast? You’ve got to talk to me. Do you want me to stop? God knows I don’t want to, but I will if that’s what you want.” Her arched back told him she didn’t want that, but he needed to hear her say it. “Talk to me,” he whispered as he dropped his head to her left breast.

As he twirled his tongue around her erect nipple, she said, “Please don’t stop, Bane. Fuck, please don’t stop.”

“Then what’s wrong?” he asked again before gently taking the nipple between his teeth.

“This is all so new,” Anna said breathlessly. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

That made Bane stop. “Never done what?” he asked, standing up and stilling his hands.

Anna’s cheeks flamed red again, and she shrugged one shoulder. “Anything.”

“You’ve never done anything with a guy?”

She shook her head. “No, nothing.”

He took her face in his hands. “Nothing? No making out? No hands? Nothing?”

He didn’t think it was possible, but her cheeks became even redder than before, and she tried to look away, but he held her still. She bit her bottom lip before saying, “That first kiss was my first kiss.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Bane said, his eyes going wide. Her head shook again, and he wrapped his arms underneath her legs and picked her up. “Then the kitchen counter is not the place for this,” he said softly. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“Down the hall to the left.” She pointed through a doorway.

He walked in that direction as he kissed her, managing to make it to her bed without running into anything. He gently laid her down on the antique quilt and stretched himself over her. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, baby,” he said with a grin, and she caught her breath when he lowered his head to her right breast. One hand drifted down her taut stomach to the button on her jeans, while the other played with her left breast. The groans and gasps that came from her hardened his cock as he deftly undid the button and zipper of her jeans. Her boots were still on, but he didn’t care. He’d deal with them later. He slid his hand into her jeans and rubbed her clit over her lace panties. He knew when he took off her pants, they would match the bra that was still on the kitchen floor. Her hips came up, and she moaned loudly. “That’s it, Anna,” he whispered. “Let me know how I make you feel.”

He slid her jeans over her hips and then moved to unzip her boots. He pulled them off her feet and continued to remove her pants. When she was naked on the bed except for her panties, which did indeed match the bra, he ran his hands up her legs, trailed his fingers around the leg openings of her panties, and up to her stomach. Then he hooked his fingers in the waistband and left them there. He let his tongue follow the path his hands had just taken until he reached his hands and then he slowly pulled the panties down her legs while his mouth remained where it was. He took a deep breath through his nose and groaned, “Fuck me, baby, you smell so good.” His tongue flicked out and barely touched her clit, and her hands fisted in his hair. He barely managed to breathe as he ran his tongue over her slit and took her clit between his lips.

“Oh, fuck, Bane!” Anna groaned, and he sucked gently before looking up at her.

“Tell me if I do something you don’t like, baby,” he whispered, and she nodded her head. He attached his mouth to her clit again and slid one finger into her tight, wet pussy. She was so tight he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get his cock in her without hurting her, but he sure as hell was going to try. As he slid his finger in and out of her, he sucked on her clit, and it didn’t take long before her orgasm hit her hard. Her hands tightened in his hair, her hips came off the bed, and she called out his name in that beautiful raspy voice. He almost lost it just from that, but he forced himself to calm. He pulled his finger from her and stretched out over her. “Please, Anna,” he said softly, “let me make love to you now.”

“Yes, Bane,” she said, “but please be gentle.” A tear trickled down her cheek, and he brushed it away with his thumb.

“So very gentle,” he said, sticking his thumb in his mouth to taste her tear. “I’ll try not to hurt you, baby, but I can’t guarantee that.”

“I know,” she answered, and he climbed off her. As he undressed, she watched him, and her pupils dilated when he removed his shirt. He knew he had a nice body; he wouldn’t go shirtless on stage if he didn’t. He pulled a condom from his wallet before removing his pants and briefs, and Anna’s breath caught when his cock came into view. It was rock hard, and she looked scared, but he just rolled the condom on himself and got back on top of her.

“Relax, baby,” he whispered, dropping his head to her breast again. “It’ll hurt more if you’re tense. I promise I’ll go slow. Do you trust me?”

He knew she tried to relax as she nodded, but she wasn’t having any luck, so he slid one hand down to her pussy and rubbed her clit. As the sensations filled her, he took his cock in his other hand and guided it to her wet entrance. He slowly pushed forward, and she gasped when the head popped in.

“You okay, Anna?”

“I’m fine,” she whispered, and he pushed further into her body. He stopped in surprise when he felt her intact hymen at the tip of his cock. Twenty-two years old, and her barrier was still there.

He ran his hand over her face. “I’m sorry, baby, but this is going to hurt. I have to break through.”

“I know, Bane,” she said, another tear rolling down her cheek. He kissed it away, pulled back a bit, and powered forward, ripping through the last thing that was in his way. Anna cried out, and he kissed her softly as he slid into her all the way. Then he stilled as she adjusted to him.

“Please, Anna,” he breathed. “Please don’t make me stop now. Please, baby.”

“God, no, Bane, don’t stop. Make me yours, please.”

“Mine,” he said softly as he started to move. “Are you mine, baby?”

She stared into his eyes and nodded, her hands going to his back. “I was yours after you sang to me, Bane.”

“Fuck me,” he groaned, closing his eyes. His hips moved faster, and he knew he wouldn’t last long, but he wanted Anna to climax again before he did, so he manipulated her clit, kissed every inch of her skin that he could reach, and when he felt her inner walls tighten, he said, “That’s it, Anna. Cum for me again.”

“Fuck, Bane!” she screamed, her hips coming up to meet his. “God, yes!”

That was what he was waiting for, and he groaned as he bottomed out in her. “Holy shit, baby, yes!” He filled the condom as the most intense orgasm he’d ever had slammed into him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He collapsed onto her, catching himself on his forearms just in time to not crush her. He couldn’t catch his breath, and he gasped as he tried to get enough air into his lungs. Finally, he rolled off her onto his back, but she simply followed him and laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arm around his hips. “God, baby girl, that was fucking intense!” he whispered. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.” He kissed her hair and held her close. “Thank you.”

She lifted her head and looked at him. “For what?”

He smiled as his eyes drifted closed. “For something different.”

Her head returned to his chest, and he couldn’t help thinking how nice it felt. So much different than the morning before. He felt her breathing slow, and he knew she was asleep, so he slid out from underneath her and went to her bathroom to clean up. When he returned to her bed, he pushed and pulled her until she was under the sheets, and then he joined her. He pulled her back to himself and sighed when he thought of what she had said about being his. He breathed in her scent until he, too, fell asleep.
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