Ashlyn’s POV:
A few hours after Brantley had finished his show, Brantley and I were standing in the center of the stage. I didn't know why we were here or what he had up his sleeve, but if I had learned one thing in the past few days, it was that I should trust him to know just what I needed. Not going to lie, standing in the arena with no one around made the place feel so much more gargantuan than when it was filled with people. The stage lights were still on, casting the two of us in its soft white light as neon strobes flickered off in the background. 

“What are we doing here Brantley?” I asked looking up into his green eyes. 

“I wanted you to give you a private show. Just you, me, and the stage.” Said Brantley, weaving his fingers with mine and pulling me securely against him.

Slowly, Brantley began to sway us from side to side. As he did, one hand soothed up and down my spine as the other gripped my hip forcefully. When he started to sing though, I knew that tonight was going to be so much more than him and I just tearing at one another. It was in the way he was looking at me, the way he was touching me, and the way he was singing the words to songs in his deep voice. I wasn't sure exactly when the dynamic between us changed but it had. What had started out in a broom closet in Vegas was quickly becoming one of those once in a lifetime things that you hear about in all the movies. 

Finishing the song he had been singing, he switched to something a little more sensual. Brantley could sing anything and he was proving that when he went into Keith Sweat’s ‘Nobody’. While the song was a classic, there was nothing like hearing it sung in Brantley’s gravely, southern twang. If Brantley ever recorded it, women all over the world would bow at his feet.

I want to tease you
I want to please you
I want to show you baby
That I need you
I want your body
'Till the very last drop
I want you to holler
When you want me to stop
And who can love you like me (nobody)
Who can sex you like me (nobody)
Who can treat you like me now, baby (nobody)
Nobody, baby (nobody)
And who can do it like me (nobody)
And who can give you what you need (nobody)
Who can do you all night long (nobody)
Nobody, baby (nobody)
I want the night
For me and you
So come here baby
And let me do it to you
Don't be afraid
'Cuz I won't bite
I promise to give it to you
Just the way you like
And who can love you like me (nobody)
Who can sex you like me (nobody)
Who can lay your body down (nobody)
Nobody, baby (nobody)
And who can treat you like me (nobody)
Who can give you what you need (nobody)
And who can do you all night long (nobody)
Nobody, baby (nobody)
And the band keeps playing on
On, on, on, and on, on
On, on, on, and on, on
On, on, on, and on, on
Nobody, baby
On, on, on, and on, on
On, on, on, and on, on
On, on, on, and on, on
Nobody baby
I want you right now for my lover
Oh yes I do
Place no one above you
Oh yes I do
If you need love
I'll be right
I'll be right there, baby
Oh yes I will
Oh yes I will baby
Oh yes I will baby
And who will love you like me (nobody)
Who can sex your body like me baby (nobody)
Who can do it like me, baby (nobody)
No, no, no (nobody)
Who can lay you down just like me (nobody)
Who can kiss you all over your body, baby (nobody)

By the time Brantley had finished the song, I was a walking puddle of desire. The only thing holding me up was his strong, tattooed arms. Pulling his mouth down to mine, I locked my lips with his and kissed him deeply and passionately, pouring every ounce of the desire I was feeling for him into that single kiss. Tangling my tongue with his over and over, I ran my hands up the back of his neck, knocked his trademark black hat to the stage floor, and fisted my fingers in his hair, tugging at the roots causing him to moan low in his throat. As I did, I felt myself being walked backwards to all while he took over the kiss, completely devouring my mouth. 

When I felt my ass hit something hard, Brantley’s hands slipped from my back and ass down to my thighs before slipping under the hem of my dress and up to my pussy where I was desperately craving his touch. Palming my pussy, he rubbed the heel of his hand against my clit, eliciting a moan from me. I ground my hips into his hand, begging for more pressure and seeking my release. As he continued to rub my clit and trail kisses down my neck stoking the flames deep inside, I felt the hem of my dress being lifted up my thighs. Then I felt the cool breeze of the night air over my ass. Brantley lifted his head and pulled the dress over mine in one motion, leaving me standing there in my thong and strapless bra. I watched as his tongue ran over his lips before his teeth sank into their plumpness as he gazed upon me. I felt my skin burn under his watchful gaze.

Brantley leaned forward again, lavishing kisses over the exposed skin of my chest before dragging the tip of his tongue along the tops of the cups of my bra. With each inch of skin that he tongue touched, I felt myself climbing higher and higher. My skin blazed under his touch, leaving me feeling wanton and desperate for him.

“More Brantley. Fuck, I need so much more.” I moaned, desperate to find some sort of release from the pain I was feeling deep inside. My core throbbed with the need to be filled. My breasts felt heavy, needing to be touched and suckled. Every inch of my skin was so sensitive that every time he touched me, it was like an electrical shock to my system.  

“I got you baby.” he said softly as his hands lifted to my back and expertly unfastened my bra. The material fell away from my body, hitting the stage floor. No sooner than he had exposed my breasts, he leaned forward and pulled one hardened point into his mouth and fluttered his tongue over it, once again causing me to moan out in pleasure. 

When his hands dug into my hips, I felt him dip his hands into my thong. Then, in one quick movement, I felt the material discenergate away from me under his touch. I watched with hooded eyes as Brantley dropped to his knees in front of me. Lifting my right leg and trailing kisses from my ankle up my thigh, I wondered if I had ever seen something so sexy in my life. I felt like a goddess under his gaze and his touch. The closer he got to my pussy, the hotter I got and the closer my orgasm came to ripping through me. 

When he settled my leg over his shoulder and leaned forward, I couldn't have held in the scream that tore from my lips I had wanted to. My head fell back on my shoulders and Bratnley set up the slow and sensuous rhythm that I was getting used to. When he found my piercing and pulled it with his teeth, the top of my head shot off, floating around somewhere in the orbit of Pluto if I had to guess. From the force of my release, my legs gave out beneath me and I lost all ability to do anything but moan in pleasure.

When Brantley stood, he had an evil smirk on his face but I was too spent to care. I’d worry about reciprocating his actions later. 

“You have too many clothes.” I said breathlessly. 

“I do.” Said Brantley. I watched as he made quick work of ripping his shirt over his head before his hands went to his pants. Captivated by his big hands and his body, I watched as he slowly found the button of his jeans and unfastened them. Agonizingly slowly, he lowered the zipper and freed his massive cock from the confines of his jeans. My mouth watered to have his length inside of my mouth. But before I could even think about dropping to my knees, Brantley spun me around and pushed me forward so that I had to use my hands to hold myself up. Using one of his feet, he pushed against my leg forcing my stance wider. I felt his hands trailing up my back and around to my breasts that felt as if they weighed a ton. But he didn't stop there. I felt his hand sliding higher up my chest. When his long fingers wrapped around my neck and squeezed gently, I had a brief moment of panic but Brantley leaning forward and whispering in my ear had me instantaneously relaxing 

“You are mine.” he growled possessively as he rubbed the length of his cock along my ass. I wiggled under his touch, silently begging him to give me what I was craving. But instead of giving me what I wanted, he gripped my throat tighter as he forced me to arch my back. “You are so fucking beautiful Ash.”

Slowly, I felt him pressing his cock against my entrance, filling me. Surrendering to him, I let the feeling of his cock filling me watch over me, mixing with the feeling of his hand on my throat and one on my hip. I was helpless to him. My body was his to do with as he saw fit. With deliberate strokes, Brantley began sliding in and out of me, taking complete possession of my body as he did so. Each time he hit the bottom of me, I moaned loudly, loving the feeling that only he could give me. 

With each stroke of his cock, I felt his movements becoming faster, his cock impaling me and making my walls clamp around him. My spine tingled and I felt my release about to crash over me once more. 

“Need you with me.” I moaned between each thrust of his cock. 

“Almost there baby.” he grunted. 

And sure enough, just as the first signs of my orgasm ripped through me, Brantley growled my name as his fingers dug into my hip and my throat. I would most likely have marks tomorrow but I didn't care. Makeup could cover them.

When both of us had rang every last ounce of our release from one another, we collapsed to the floor. Snuggling into his side, I rested my head over his chest, letting the beat of his racing heart pacify me. 

As we laid there silent, Brantley’s hands glided over my skin. But when he spoke, the last words I had ever expected to hear from him slipped past his lips so slow that I wasn't even sure he knew he had said them. Unsure of what else to say and knowing that I wouldn't be lying, I repeated the words back at him.

“I love you too.” lifting my head, I placed my lips over his and kissed him passionately. I’d known tonight was going to be different for us. Just never thought that it would have been this different.