Page 53 of Lexi Lets Go

Lexi sat in the first row of the balcony along with some music industry people and contest winners. It was the best seat in the house for sure. Sound check was fascinating. Learning all the behind-the-scenes stuff was really eye-opening. Watching Liam interact with his band and practice a few numbers was amazing. The interviews had been fun too, although it threw her off a little to watch him be the charming Liam James for interviews. It reminded her of their first couple meetings when he was this famous rock star and she was... well, she was a bumbling idiot.

But somewhere over the course of their week together, he had dropped the shiny exterior of Liam James he was in the interview and became Liam Sheffield. She liked him better like that, although that larger-than-life smile of his and the panty melting wink got her every time. No wonder he was the object of so many people's fantasies. She had made a few of her own watching him like that.

But watching him live in concert was like nothing she could have imagined. He was electric. He was running all around the stage, dancing, reading his fans signs, and talking to them. During one of his songs, the entire place was singing along with him, and a giant conga line formed down on the floor. The floor was a sea of pride rainbows and boas and handmade signs. This was more than she could have imagined. He was captivating. And yes, she knew he could sing, but seeing him perform from the depth of his soul was something else altogether. No wonder people loved coming to his shows. He came alive out there on the stage.

There were a couple times she had caught him searching for her in the crowd. When their eyes had met and he smiled the megawatt smile up at her, she almost melted. She didn't know what he was like after shows, or what his energy level would be like, but she was so fucking turned on. She really hoped that performing made him as horny as it made her. Because damn.

Looking out over the crowd she had a feeling she wasn't the only person that was incredibly turned on by him, but knowing she was the only person who got to share a bed with him tonight felt incredible.

When it was time for him to perform Home, the song he had told her he was most proud of and meant the most to his fans, she could tell why. This song was all about unconditional acceptance and love in a world that doesn't always love you back. It was about finding and making your own family when the family you have has turned you away. Watching him perform this song with tears in his eyes to a crowd of people who were so moved deepened her understanding of it. One fan in the front row was having a particularly hard time, and Lexi watched as Liam’s eyes connected with her. He mouthed “Are you okay?” Lexi couldn’t see her face, but she nodded, and Liam gave her a wink and a thumbs up. He somehow managed to make everyone in this arena feel connected to him, even the ones in the back row.

This song is why he does it. She understood that now after seeing him perform better than she could have before.

After the last encore the energy in the building was buzzing. He was amazing. As people started exiting the venue, she looked around. She had no idea where she was supposed to go when it was all over. A woman in black pants and a black t-shirt with a headset approached her. "Are you Lexi?" she asked.

"That's me."

"Great, follow me. I’m taking you to Mr. James' dressing room."

She couldn’t follow this woman fast enough. She wanted to get to him right away. It was official. She was now the leader of the Liam James fan club.

She was led back into the room they had been in before the show. It was a huge dressing room. There were two chairs and a big couch along with a wall of mirrors with the big round bulbs above them. Liam was already there, standing with his back to her, chugging a bottle of water. He looked like a fucking god. A fucking god she wanted to ride until all the orgasms had been wrung from her body and she was just a puddle of fulfilled desire on the floor.

The door shut behind her and Liam turned around, zeroing in on her. His gaze was hungry, and she felt it right between her legs. He moved with purpose and shoved her against the door. His mouth came crashing down on her. His hands were everywhere, and she gripped his back, trying to catch her breath.

"I need you, right now," he gasped out as his mouth kissed down her neck.

"Yes," she panted.

"Stop me if I do anything you don't like or I'm too rough, but I have to have you right here." He locked the door behind her and kissed her hard. "Tell me you’ll stop me if you want to. No questions asked."

"I will."

"Good.” He tugged her pants down and moved her toward the counter. In one swoop he cleared it. "Up," he said, helping her onto the counter. He pulled her ass right to the edge and lifted one leg over his shoulder. She was already wet from watching the show, but he didn't waste any time. He spread her open and licked her with the flat of his tongue from the entrance to her clit. She moaned in surprise at the suddenness of all of it. That only seemed to spur him on. He sank two fingers inside of her as his tongue circled her clit. Holy fuck! This was not going to take long. Then he kept his pace, fucking her with his fingers and licking her clit. Her hand grabbed at his sweat-slicked hair, and she fisted it in her hand, grinding hard against him.

A low guttural sound came from him, and his fingers picked up pace as he sucked her clit into his mouth. That was all it took. She was coming hard, and he wasn't letting up. He was there still eating her and fucking her with his fingers. The build inside of her intensified. When she thought she couldn't take anymore, another orgasm ripped through her. He finally stopped and looked up at her from his kneeling position on the floor and wiped his mouth. Just like that, she was ready for another round. Which was good, because the look on his face let her know he wasn’t finished with her yet.

He pulled her off the counter, removed her shirt, and moved her over to the couch. She landed with a huff and his eyes were still burning right through her. He undid the button on the high-waisted trousers he had been wearing and pushed them down, kneeling before her again. He pulled a condom from somewhere and rolled it on. Pulling her ass to the edge and her legs around his waist, he thrust into her in one go. She cried out again. He didn’t take his time. He thrusted into her with strength and speed that had usually taken a while to build to.

Another orgasm was building inside of her, and she couldn't believe there was still more want and need for this man. She would never have her fill of him. He fell on her and kissed her neck. Somehow his fingers undid her bra, then his mouth was on her breasts, sucking a nipple firmly into his mouth. She began grinding against him harder. Slipping a hand between them he began to rub her clit. Between the sucking and the fucking and now those fingers, she broke again, sobbing out yet another orgasm. He slowed, his eyes on her, still thrusting.

Once he helped her ride the waves of her orgasm, he slid out of her, his cock still hard and erect. He turned her around and placed her hands on the back of the couch. Bending her over, he licked her from clit to ass, then plunged deep inside of her. She let out a guttural cry as he fucked her into the couch, one hand on the back of the couch next to her the other on her ass. He pounded into her, his thumb holding a firm pressure over her asshole. She hadn’t done anything there before, but with how good it felt, she wanted to try it soon. She felt another climax building in her. He pushed his knee against hers until she was kneeling on the couch, her knees now wide apart., He reangled and hit that spot over and over and over. That sent her once more. She was probably screaming, but she couldn't be bothered with that right now. Nothing else mattered.

He moved both of his hands and gripped her ass, his fingertips digging in. They would leave marks. Good. She wanted to be marked by this man. She wanted proof of what happened in this room because she would never be the same again. He thrust into her two final times and went stiff. She could feel his cock pulsing deep inside. He collapsed onto her back, covering her with kisses as he tried to catch his breath. He pulled out of her and discarded the condom in the trash.

He collapsed on the couch and pulled her onto his lap. She flopped onto him, unable to support her own weight.

"Holy fuck..." she panted.

"I'll say," he panted back at her, peppering her with kisses.

Once she started to come down from the high, she looked at him. He was still fully dressed with his pants just under his hips, and she was bare ass naked sitting on a couch in a dressing room having just been fucked within an inch of her life. She chuckled quietly to herself.

"What's funny?" He asked.

"Sometimes I still can't believe this is real life.”

"I hope that was okay. Did I hurt you?" he asked, eyes full of concern.

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