On Stage

It's all a bit overstimulating, really. The overhead lights feel harsh, almost blinding, and you try not to look towards them. The crowd is louder than you'd expect, when you're in front of it. You're not used to having this many eyes on you, can't say that you're usually a fan of it.

It's not the number of eyes, or the lights, or the sound that has you dizzy.

The opening rhythm to one of your favorite songs starts, and you feel the goosebumps on your neck as anticipation rises. You almost feel her behind you, sense the steps that she's taking towards you. If she follows the same routine as previous shows, she should be coming around your shoulder right about-

Now.

Her eyes are a brighter blue in person, somehow. The way she's smiling at you as she sings makes you feel weak. She looks towards the crowd for a moment, and your eyes track her movement.  

She looks almost shy when she focuses on you again, and you feel yourself blushing as she comes closer. Steps away from the stool that you're sitting on, she lifts her arms out, wiggling one finger at you. It tentatively reaches for your hand, and she smirks as she laces her fingers with yours.  

You've lost track of the words to the song as she steps between your legs, go breathless when she rests her forehead on yours. It feels like time stops as her eyes hold yours, breath hot on your face as she sings. Pulling back, she spins herself in your arms, sitting between your legs. She pulls your hand to her thigh, and you instinctively lean into her, as though you're not surrounded by a crowd. Your head rests on her shoulder, and she looks backwards at you, smile a bit flirtatious.  

Your chest hurts.

At the end of the song she pulls you forward, seconds going long as she hugs you under the bright lights. Your heart hammers in your ears. She shows you off to the crowd, arm stretched long as she holds your hand out.  

You manage to slip a small note into her hand as you walk off. A quick thought you'd had before the show, just in case you somehow had a brief second with her.  

It's over within what feels like a blink. You're back at your seat, singing along, trying to remember how to breathe. She catches your eye several times throughout the show, beaming at you. You reel when she blows a kiss at you, mime catching it in the air and clutch it to your chest, feel yourself blushing again.

xxx

Hours after the show you get a text.

"Thank you for tonight."

You: "Who is this?"

?: "How many girls did you give your number to tonight?"

You: "Just one."

Vera: "Then you have your answer? Your note was sweet, thank you."

You'd written about everything that her music meant to you, the phase of your life that you'd started listening to her. You assumed that she got a lot of similar letters, kept it short and sweet. At the bottom you'd shamelessly shot your shot, saying that you know she has a lot of busy nights, giving her your number if she wants a more low key vibe.  

You: "I meant it. Your music is meaningful to me. So really, thank youuu. And thanks for having me on stage, it was cool to get a few minutes with you. And that happens to be my favorite song."

Vera: "I'm glad it was meaningful... You'd mentioned hanging out, laid back? You're right, I'm always pretty tired after a show, but I'd like to get to know you better. Any chance you're down to come here?"

You: "That sounds great. Where are you staying? I'll get an Uber."

Vera: "I can send a car. give me your address?"

You send her your address. She goes on to say that she's already showered and changed, and that it's been hours, if you're comfortable you shouldn't get dressed back up. You can't help yourself, don't listen. You're already in pajamas in your motel, but you change into a nicer pair of sweatpants that you brought, with a cropped tee. It's still casual, but it's a bit cuter than your PJs, and it's probably chilly in the evening air. You reapply light makeup, pocketing your lip gloss afterwards.

A car arrives a few minutes later, and your heart rate rises as the minutes of the drive tick by. You watch the city pass by outside of your window, trying to grasp where your night has already been, and where it could possibly be going. The driver takes you into the motel, leading you up the elevator and pointing you towards a door.

Your knock feels loud.

The soft, padded footsteps on the carpet behind the door somehow feel louder.

Young Vee opens the door, smile on her face, "Hola, pasa. Thanks for coming here."

Her voice is sweet, stepping to the side as she allows you to pass by. Her hair is still damp, black and red sweatpants ride low on her hips, and she has a graphic tee with a logo you don't recognize on it. You try not to let your eyes wander, resisting the urge to trace her blackwork with your gaze.  

You're not sure if the air feels heavy, or if it's your imagination, but when she hugs you it feels comfortable. Certainly more comfortable than it had on stage, with a crowd around you. Your heart rate is just as irregular though, nerves rising when her arms linger around you.

"We don't have to do anything specific, we can just spent time together", she murmurs, but her eyes drift to your lips.

"We can do whatever you want", you smile, keeping your words even.

"¿Lo que yo quiera?", she asks, smile a bit dangerous.

"Lo que quieras", you repeat at her.

"What if I don't want to be a gentleman tonight? But I promise to be in the morning."

"You don't have to be at all", you whisper without thinking.

Her eyes drop to your lips again, asking. Holding her eyes, you nod, and she makes a small sound as her lips find yours. She presses you into the wall smoothly, so gently that you barely register it behind you. Her hands wander your sides, fingertips teasing the bottom of your shirt as her lips move on yours.  

She tastes like toothpaste and lipgloss as her tongue finds yours, battling your senses as her scent hits you simultaneously. You recognize the notes of a fragrance you've heard her talk about, citrus and spice in the air around you.  

Pulling back, her knee presses between your legs as she asks, "This still ok, mami?"

"Yes, please", you say, legs making space for hers.

Pressing herself closer, she rolls against you, voice lower as her words flutter against your neck, "I was watching you all night, the way you dance. Knew every word, weren't distracted by your phone. Made eyes with me instead of taking pictures."

"There will be pictures on the internet, I didn't come for that", you whisper.

She groans, grinding in against you. You're aching, panties pressing in damply against you. The way she feels against you makes you dizzy, the warmth of her core through her sweatpants.  

Kissing your neck, her words are hot on your skin, "Read your note before I got in the shower, kept thinking about texting you. Had to know if you were serious about coming here."

"I was", you say on a moan, eyes fluttering at the way that she rolls into you.

"I see that", she says, teeth nipping your collarbone, and you feel the way she smiles as she kisses the spot afterwards.

Her knee becomes more insistent against you, kissing up your neck to find your lips again. She isn't gentle now, kisses you with intention. Arousal burns through you, she has you dripping and you're not even through the entryway. She hasn't even really touched you yet, and you're throbbing. If she did this for long enough, you could probably come against her knee, kissing her by the door.  

She doesn't give you the chance to find out, pulling you backwards as she whispers, "Ven aquí", against your lips.

Your sense of direction tells you that she's rotating you as her lips move against yours, and you feel the edge of a mattress press against the backs of your thighs. Her hands are restless on your sides, teasing the edge of your top again, fingers grazing the skin under its edge.

"Can this come off?", she asks, blue eyes on yours as she pulls back from the kiss.

"Yes... It can all come off", you murmur, hands finding hers to help pull it over your head.

Even if she's told you to dress casually, you've worn lingerie. You watch her pupils dilate as her eyes drift lower, taking in the teal bralette that you're wearing. It stands out brightly against your skin, you knew it'd be eye catching.

"This is gorgeous", she purrs, voice familiar, similar low notes in it that you've heard in songs.

You push your sweatpants down half an inch, "Matching set", you laugh.

"She knew what she was doing", she laughs in return, hands moving over yours to push them down.

"Woww, ay dios mio. Come here, mama", she says, moving up in bed.

"Qué linda, all this for me?", she breathes at you, moving you towards the center of the bed.

"Seems unfair, doesn't it?", you quip, snagging her shirt.  

"Bandida", she smirks, pulling it over her head.  

She isn't wearing a bra, and you can't help the way that your eyes map her torso as she moves towards you. "That's you", you manage, eyes lingering on a cherry blossom near her nipple.

"Not tonight", she says, kissing along your collarbone. "Tonight you get everything you want."

"Want to see the sunrise", you groan.

"We will", she says, lips tracing the edge of your bra now.

A thought crosses your mind, makes you laugh as she kisses near your nipple.

"Hmm?, she asks, tongue flickering over you through the fabric.

You moan, taken back for a moment before replying, "What can I call you? Sorry to be asking that now."

She laughs, "Vera, Ver."

You tell her your name, and she smiles, tongue teasing your nipple again as she speaks, "I remember. I asked you on stage, and read your note."

Your eyes flutter, "I don't even remember telling you on stage."

"That nervous?", she asks, sucking your nipple into her mouth over the material.

You arch into her mouth, hands falling into her hair as you cry out.

"No pareces nerviosa ahora", she says as her hands slide behind your back.

She undoes your bra smoothly, sliding it from your arms in one quick motion. Whispering your name, her lips find the nipple that she'd been teasing, fingertips rolling over the other.  

"It's hard to be nervous when you're doing that", you manage.

She pulls back with a smile, "Oh, you're fun. You're a little bit naughty, aren't you?"

"This coming from you", you breathe as she moves towards your other breast.

You can't help the way that you grind into her hip, desperate for any sense of relief. You're so turned on that it's uncomfortable, every part of you burning up with it. When her mouth finds your nipple it sends sparks to your clit, a sound falling from you as you feel yourself pulse against her when you grind in again.

She makes a sound, the vibration of it flickering over you as her tongue moves against you, and her hand shifts downwards. When her fingertips find you, over your panties, her mouth releases you with a pop. Her eyes find yours, wildness in them now, and three fingers turn a broad circle over you.

"Puñeta, babygirl. So fucking wet for me already", she breathes at you.

"Please", you whisper.

"Want to eat you out", she murmurs.

You repeat yourself, almost a whine now, words lost to how much you want her. She moves down you quickly now, hands snagging the sides of your panties and guiding them down your legs. She's between them immediately, eyes on your core as she spreads your thighs.  

"God", she breathes, moving towards you as she speaks.

She teases around you first, making your hips roll against her restlessly before she even touches your clit. You're desperate by the time her tongue finally presses into you, so needy that you can't keep your eyes open as those first sensations settle over you.  

She works you up slowly, holding your hips down when you try to take more from her. When your eyes finally flutter open, you find her analyzing your expression, watch the corners of her eyes tip up in a smile. She applies suction on your clit, sealing it between her lips as her tongue flutters over it quickly, and you're sure anyone in the hallway hears the sound you make.

Her hand presses into your stomach as two fingers slide into you, and when she curls them into your g-spot it feels like time stops. The movement of her fingers suddenly feels more important than breathing, so good that you forget what day it is. She moans into you when you contract against her fingers, the sound an added sensation to all that she already works within you.

The pressure in your stomach has risen rapidly, feels like it's crept over you suddenly. The way that your nerves shifted into arousal has you close embarrassingly quickly. It doesn't matter, she's promised you the sunrise, but it still feels fast.

"Eso es. You taste so good nena, clit all swollen for me", her breath flutters over you with her words.

She's ravenous when her mouth returns to you, working over you with an intensity that reads as purposeful. Your eyes start to close and she pulls back again, "No baby, eyes on me. Stay with me, want to watch you fall apart."

She's laser-focused, eyes locked on yours as she somehow escalates further. It's loud, the wet sound of her mouth and her fingers within you, your breathing ragged over top of it all. Your legs start to shake, fingers digging into her hair as your back begins to arch. She hums against you, deliberately, enough to throw you over the edge.

Orgasm crashes over you fiercely, sparking through every nerve as she continues on you. It feels like it takes you over, erases your thoughts, seizes control over your body. She guides you through it flawlessly, fingers curling in just right as you pulse against them. It feels almost as though she draws it out, digs in at your peaks of pleasure, elongating those deep sensations.

Coming down feels gradual, almost an ebb and flow as her eyes stay with yours. When she finally pulls back, it feels like she's drained every drop of it from you, worked you through each bit of it expertly. It's like nothing you've ever experienced.

She looks predatory, licking her lips as she moves up your body. Your mind returns enough to take advantage, pushing at the elastic of her sweatpants as she moves. Her lips fall on yours as one hand moves downwards, helping your hands slide her sweatpants and boxers down.

You both moan when she presses into you fully, warm skin settling on yours as you taste yourself on her tongue. Your bodies shift together restlessly as she kisses you, hips trying to find the right angle, wanting more than this allows.

Gasping, she sits up, hands finding your legs to position them. Her eyes fall between your bodies, and yours follow, taking all of her in for the first time. She's stunning, gorgeous when she's fully on display. You catch how wet she looks just before she presses into you, and you both cry out simultaneously at the first rock of her hips.

Vera's face shifts as you watch, lust overtaking her pretty features. Her eyes are a bit more hooded, teeth pressing into her lower lip as she watches the movement between you. She's sexy, a rawness here that she plays with on stage, more open and wanton now.

You're a bit oversensitive, clit still reeling from orgasm, but she feels exquisite against you. Smooth, soft friction pressing deliciously in where she'd worked you over with her mouth. Your sensitivity allows you to feel every fold of her, ridges that move against your clit with each roll of her hips.

Her eyes find yours again, "Feel how wet you got me? You feel so good under me, mama."

You nod, "I love this, fuck."

Her eyelids flutter, "This is what that song is about, right here. Everything about how this feels."

One of your hands traces up her abdomen, fingertips sense her heart beat when you get to her sternum, "That's why I love it. You feel this in every word, every bar. You wrote this perfectly."

She moans when your fingertips find her nipple, fingertips teasing the sensitive bud before fully rolling it between them. The way that her eyebrows tense makes you smile, biting your lip. There's something sexy about her little reactions, being the one causing them. She's so expressive in everything that she does, it's fun playing with this side of it.  

Her hips pick up speed, more pressure behind them as she grinds into you. Arousal overtakes you again, burning through you like wildfire, more volatile with each roll of her softness into yours. It's indescribable, pleasure near bursting again already, clit throbbing against hers.

One of her hands finds yours, fingers tightening on yours as you watch her start to come undone over you, "Mi reina, ohh fuck, I-"

Abdominal muscles flexing, back arching, orgasm takes her over beautifully. Her neck goes long, neck tattoos stretching prettily as she moans sharply, thighs shaking on yours. Your fingers squeeze hers harder than you mean to when you fall into it with her, clenching against nothing as your hips fall out of rhythm under hers. You're louder than you mean to be, her name on your lips as pleasure overrides all thought of volume or location.  

Your bodies ride through it in sync, following their own pattern as you both give in to sensation. It's incredible, something beyond language or explanation, pulses out from deep within you. It seems to affect her just as intensely, expression shifting with surges of it, plain on her face as her eyes fight to stay with yours.  

She collapses against you afterwards, breathing your name against your skin, "Do you like to be strapped?"

"Love. I love it both ways", you laugh, afterglow simmering over you, mixed with arousal at the idea.

"A switchhh, me encantaaa", she purrs, feathering kisses over your chest before she moves away.

Standing, she walks across the room towards a suitcase. You watch the roll of her hips, the way that the dragon on her back shifts as she moves. The definition in her shoulders makes you bite your lip, but your breath catches when she bends over. She's looking through her suitcase, the sound of things shifting, but you're analyzing her curves. She looked sinful, bent over dancing earlier, and it's better from this angle.  

When she turns, her eyes spark with amusement, catching you admiring her from behind. Her hips roll towards you dramatically, walk exaggerated now. She knows how she looks, is being a tease even as she walks towards you with a strap and harness in her hands.  

Sitting them on the bed, she moves towards the bedside table, opening the drawer to grab a small vibrator and lube. You smile, "Oh, those are right by the bed already?"

She blushes, color creeping into her freckles, "Pre-show jitters."

Arousal flushes through you, picturing that, "You used that on yourself, before you went on stage?"

She nods, "Yeah. And now I'm gonna put it in the harness, fuck you into the mattress with the strap. That sound ok?

"Yes, god, yes", your voice goes breathy.

She bites her lip, grinning as she steps into the harness. It's cute; she's cute, somehow, even when she's doing this. "Pillow under your hips, lift up for me", she coos as she moves back into bed.

Climbing over you again, her knees spread your thighs further as she settles into place. She smooths a small amount of lube on the strap, tapping the length of it against your clit, eyes following the way it makes your hips twitch. The silicone is cool against you, feels almost shocking where you're swollen and sensitive. She grinds it into you next, teasing at your entrance with each roll of her hips.

"Please Vera, fuck", you whine, hips trying to shift into the strap.

"So needy, desesperada", she teases as she presses forward.

Her hand presses into your stomach suddenly, holding you in place as she slides forward, inch by inch. It's as though she's making you feel every inch of it, escalating it from the start with the pressure on your abdomen. She grinds in deeply when she bottoms out, blue eyes fixed on the way she moves in you.

Falling into a rhythm, her expression is hungry as she watches herself roll into you. She presses in perfectly, grinding upwards against your clit each time she fully bottoms out, giving it with the knowledge of someone who takes it. You feel the vibration of her little toy each time, a little burst of added sensation.

"Pull those legs back for me, pretty thing. Let me really give it to you."

Her words feel like they light something in you, and your body moves without thought, legs pressing backwards into your palms. It changes the angle dramatically, makes you cry out at how much deeper she feels.

She presses her palm harder into your abdomen, almost as though she's thinking the same thing, hips working into you harder as she says, "Maldita sea. Can feel it right there, against my hand. So fucking deep that it's making your stomach move. Fuuuck", her voice cuts out on a moan.

You don't have words, focused on that fullness, the spot that she's hitting each time she bottoms out. It takes up every ounce of thought, arms shaking as you hold your legs through it.  

"Taking it so well for me. Keep those legs back, I see your hands shaking already", she purrs.

Your body arches into it, moving into each press of her hips like it's necessary, like you require it. You feel so wild with it that it's almost as though you do, sense the edges of orgasm teasing at you again already as she presses into you with more urgency.  

"You're gonna come", she tells you. Not a question, a statement.

You nod, biting your lip.

"Give it to me, let me have it."

It only takes a few more thrusts, orgasm rolling over you again. The way that she rails you through it makes you feel boneless, adrift to sensation. She's in control of it, holding you down and taking you through it. Your eyes struggle to stay open, catch the intensity with which she's focused on your every reaction.

You're barely through it when she's moving you, pulling you onto all fours. Her hands are gentle as she pushes your head down, shifting a pillow under your face as it turns sideways.  

"Fuuuuuck", she breathes, hands feathering out along your ass.

"Te ves increíble así, like you were made for this. Just for me to bend over. Pussy so fucking pretty from behind, goddd."

Her last word stretches long as she pushes the strap back into you. She resumes her previous pace, hips slapping against your ass as she pounds into you. It's everything from this angle, desperate, gasping sounds falling from you already. It's fuller, somehow, more. You feel it everywhere, all of you reverberating with it.

One hand grips your hip as the other slides downwards, fingers slipping between your folds to work fast circles on your clit. "Dripping for me, qué rico."

The pattern that she presses into you is almost too much, clit throbbing against her fingertips as she rails into you. You feel almost strung out, pleasure like electricity, a bit sharp. The sounds that come from you are high-pitched, whining, half formed words mixed with her name. You're incoherent, fully gone to it.

"So fucked out, ass bouncing back against me. So good for me, mami, taking it perfectly."

You try to make a sound at her, and she continues, "Look so good on my strap, face pressed into the mattress. Podría escribir una canción sobre lo guapa que eres."

You couldn't form a sentence if you tried. Don't know if your lips remember actual words. Sensation creeps along your spine, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. You're going to feel this for days, little stomach cramps that remind you of how well she gave it to you, how many times she made you come. Another one flickers at your senses already, almost looming at you.  

"You ready to come again? Dame otro, cariño. Lo necesito. I know you can."

Her words affect you more than you should, almost seem to ignite it in you. It feels like you're ticking down, closer with each thrust until you break. Her hips speed, pushing you into overstimulation as she becomes loud behind you.

Glancing back, you catch her expression as she comes with you. It feels like it sparks another round of sensation in you, arousal shooting through you anew as you watch her. You pulse against the strap needily, tightening on it as orgasm works through you. Tears run down your cheeks, the intensity of it all coursing through you so bright that it makes you ache.  

Her hips eventually slow, evening out in you into gentle rocks, soothing more than anything. She kisses your spine, breathing your name against your skin. "Was that too much?", she asks.

"No", you manage, "Incredible, fuck".

"I think I needed that", she laughs.

"Please need it again in the morning", you giggle into the pillow.

"Mmm, maybe I need you in the morning", her voice drops lower.  

"God", you breathe.

"Hey... Look at that sunrise", she laughs again, pulling out of you.

"Has it been- wow, ok", you say, looking at the time.

"Ven aquí", she murmurs, pulling you into her arms as she shimmies out of the harness.  

"I'll be at another show too, you know", you say, looking over your shoulder.

"Oh you will?", she says, interest in her voice.  

"I will. Any chance you'd want to meet up there?"

She tightens her arms around you, "All of the chances. Every chance."