Page 5 of Pour Some Vino On Me

Need You Tonight

Ihaven't been on a date since I was sixteen years old, and now here I am, sixteen years later, standing in the lobby of the Inn, waiting for Kyrie to walk down those stairs. She doesn't disappoint, wearing a tight purple dress and matching purple shoes.

"Damn, you're sexy." I whistle, and her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, making me wonder where else she's a pretty shade of pink.

"You're not so shabby yourself." She kisses my lips, and it's easy and fun—not complicated. I could get used to this—to her.

I shake my head, trying to dislodge the picture of a future with Kyrie. Right now, I need to concentrate on the present with her so that there will be a future to look forward to.

"We can go back upstairs, and you can help me out of this dress." She bats her eyes, and I almost fall for her trick.

"I promised you a date night, and I plan on keeping my promise. So don't be trying to distract me, woman." I give her ass a little swat before pulling her into my arms for another kiss.

"And just where are you taking me on our date."

It's now or never. She's either going to have fun or be really, really pissed.

"We're going to Vine'yl for Karaoke night." I wait for her response, but all I see is the twitch of her eye. I can only imagine the negative thoughts that are going through her head, thinking about singing in front of an audience again. I can almost see the wheels in her head turning, trying to come up with an excuse not to go, "I'll be with you the whole time.

She glares at me, and I hold my breath. I know this is a big step, and I might be pushing her too hard, too fast. But she has such a beautiful singing voice I don't want her to hide it anymore.

Finally, she speaks, and I'm not sure which one of us is more surprised by her words, "Fine, but we sing the song I want to sing. Got it, Loverboy."

"Anything you want, Little Songbird."

Kyrie

Cum On Feel the Noize

"Come on, let's do Summer Lovin' from Grease."

"I'm more of a Grease 2 fan." At his shocked look, I continue. "Does that make me weird that I think the second movie is better than the original?"

"Actually, the opposite. Mae, one of my foster moms, loved the movie Grease 2 so much that we watched it over and over. I'm pretty sure I could recite the whole movie word for word."

"Challenge accepted." I select the song Cool Rider and drag Crue on stage with me, handing him a microphone.

The music starts, and Crue reaches for my hand. I debate if I should call him out on his bullshit right now or let it play out—because I've never met anyone whose love of Grease 2 rivals my own. Deciding to let this play out, I lace my fingers through his, enjoying the warmth of his touch.

I grew up watching movies on the tour bus, including Grease 2, Dirty Dancing, Sixteen Candles, Adventures in Babysitting, and many other great '80s movies. I wasn't lying when I said I love everything from the '80s.

When he sings each word correctly, I realize he wasn't lying and that he really is a fan of Grease 2. All I can think about is letting him burn me through and through, as the song suggests.

I sing along with him, our harmonies blending perfectly together, almost as if we are one. All the fear and anxiety of performing in front of an audience vanishes, and I enjoy this moment with him.

The song ends, but I continue to stare at Crue. He's funny and kind—everything a girl could want. And right now, I'm the girl who has him—if only for tonight. For tonight, I don't want to think about my famous parents and their famous friends or how Crue came here to talk my dad into letting him use his song. Tonight, I only want Crue to touch me and make love to me.

"What's that look for, Little Songbird?"

Before I change my mind, I blurt out, "It's for you. I want you to make love to me, Crue."

***

Idon't think I've ever sprinted back to my room this fast in my life or stripped out of my clothes that fast; it's a testament to how much I want Crue.

"Fuck, Kyrie, you're so beautiful with my cock in your mouth." His hand wraps tighter around my hair as he guides my mouth over his cock.

I didn't waste any time getting down on my knees for Crue and worshipping his cock. It's so beautiful, how could I not? It's long and thick with a head that makes my mouth water. I've never been a fan of giving a blow job before. It always felt like a chore. But with Crue, it makes me feel powerful.

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