“Space!”
His voice echoed and suddenly a wave of cheering broke the musky voice that boomed through the speakers.
I too cheered, I could feel the pit of my stomach turning in pure lust and anxiety. The room fell to silence, I could feel the butterflies. My breath trembled under my lips, I needed to hear him again.
“Tesla” he continued. thunder clapped throughout the stadium, people stood to applaud him, his magnificent brain, his vision.
“Elon” I moan, barely a whisper among the crowds chanting. His thin lips are wetted by his tongue, it danced across with a majestic flow. I could feel my cheeks burning.
I was at the front row. I was close enough to touch the stage and now as he walked closer to the edge I could smell his cologne. It smelt like the unknown, the bravery and courage that swept from his pores.
I looked up and as I did everything quietened as if by pure chance we made eye contact. I could feel my heart skip a beat. “E-Elon.” I gasped. I couldn’t breathe, his over whelming masculinity and intelligence was too much to handle.
He knelt down, his clothes barely creasing at the knee. “Would you…like to come back stage?” he said his accent thick flowing. His big blue orbs dancing across my body like a ballerina.
I nodded, unknown to the seduction and power that lay backstage. His hand comes down in offer to pull me up. My soft, small, hairless hand places gently in his, he’s warm.
I close my eyes and restrain the primal urge to rip is clothes off. I wouldn’t, they were probably expensive clothes.
We made way back stage and I felt the butterflies getting restless, thumping against my stomach as if they wanted to burst free. They also craved Elon’s touch.
His hand had not let go of mine. I shivered as his man thumb brushed over my supple skin. I could feel my knees buckling.
Finally, we arrive at a door. He stops and thinks for a second. “Once I open this door…There’s no going back” his eyes darted to my lips which were delicatly being pulled back by my top teeth. He looked into my orbes. “You’re biting your lip. Don’t be nervous.” he let’s go of my hand and suddenly I feel like I’m going to be sick.
I nod, “I can do this” I almost plead. I need Musk’s big brain, I need it to fill me with knowledge.
He pulls out a key, it’s silver.
Suddenly the door opens with a push, a glow of red seeps through the opening and blinds me. I step in as I feel Elon’s hand on the small of my back convincing me to go inside.
“Oh…my..God” I whisper my breath catching on my dry throat.
The room is decorated in a silk red paint, black curtains compliments the colour as it hangs delicately from the king sized bed in the middle of the room. “Elon!” I exclaim. The room is covered in strange objects unknown to me, some are thin and some are round. “What….what is this?…” I look back to see Elon taking off his Tesla patterned tie. It’s beautiful.
“This,” he breathes to wet his crusty lips again. “this is my room. My safe room. No one knows about this except you…and me” he steps closer and my instinct is to step back, I feel trapped like I’m being hunted.
“These, are my toys.” he gestures to an odd shaped one, it looks almost like a satellite.
My back hits the post of the bed. “E-Elon I….I”
His index finger places over my lips, he hushes me. “It’s okay.” he comforts.
“I want you to have the best experience here at the Elon Musk stadium”
“W-wait” I panic, I’m sweating and I begin to shake, he leans in closer, I can feel his breath on my neck. It’s intoxicated with knowledge. He’s the smartest man in the world.
“Space” he whispers.
I can feel my groin ache, I let out a moan and arch my back.
“We are going to space”
He continues, and I pant rapidly unable to control what he spiralled me into
“in a Tesla”
I climax, my knees shaking and I buckle under pressure.
I black out in pleasure.
I look up and Elon has put his tie back on, he hands me a cup of water and smiles gently. “you did good for me” he is caring and sweet. He goes back to his workbench,
And I finally understand my purpose in life.