by Amiee Louise
“Does that feel good?”
I bite my lip and let out a moan as he hits my g-spot.
“So good, baby,” I say breathlessly, and he chuckles softly. He pushes further into my wetness, and I gasp.
“Jesus, you’re soaking,” he growls, and I writhe at the sensation. “God, you’re killing me, angel.”
He suddenly removes his fingers. I feel his body press against mine, and his mouth latches onto my nipple. He sucks my nipple into his mouth and laps it until it becomes an erect bud. He moves his hands gently across my stomach and caresses every part.
“So beautiful,” he whispers. He cups my breast in his hand and squeezes gently. He moves from my nipple and up to my neck. I can feel his hot breath on my skin. He nips my neck and earlobe.
“Tell me you’re mine, baby.”
I moan and bite my lip. “I’m yours, Sam.”
He moves down my body, and I feel his breath against my pink wet folds. He thrusts his tongue inside me, and I cry out.
“Shhh, I’ve got you, I’ll take care of you, angel.”
He continues his assault of pleasure on my wetness. I am handcuffed and at his mercy. He laps at my pussy and introduces a finger.
“Sam, please fuck me,” I moan desperately, and I feel him shake his head.
“Not yet. Soon, I promise.”
Bastard! He moves from his position between my legs, and I feel bereft of his absence.
As if he senses my angst, he says, “I’m just here, angel. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”
How did he know just what I was thinking? It’s at that point that I think he knows me better than I know myself. I hear him open and close the drawer again, and the bed dips as he resumes his position.
“I need you to completely relax for me, baby.”
I nod and bite my lip unconsciously.
“Sam,” I whisper.
“I’m just here, angel,” he repeats his earlier phrase in reassurance. He leans his body down and kisses me gently on the lips. I am brimming with trepidation, trying to anticipate his next move. The gorgeous man in front of me is an expert in the bedroom. He is an expert in the art of making love. He knows my body, and he plays it like an instrument. Without warning, he flips me over onto my stomach, and I shriek at the unexpectedness.
“I’ve got you, baby.” His voice is barely a whisper as he parts my bum cheeks. I suddenly feel tense. “Shhh, just completely relax for me, angel. I want to be the first and the last person to be back here,” he soothes, and I’m having an inner battle with myself.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Just relax, Harper, and stop being such a girl. I take a deep breath and feel myself relax a little.
“Good girl.”
I feel him smile against my skin and he plants a kiss on my shoulder blade. He parts my cheeks, and I feel his lubricated finger push against my puckered hole.
“You need to let me in, angel, relax.”
He pushes his finger in a little at a time, and after the initial stinging invasion, I feel an intense pleasure wash over me, which causes me to scream out.
“Does that feel good?”
I moan, “God, yes. So good. Oh, fuck, Sam.”
He chuckles softly as he pushes his hardness into my pussy. I gasp at the feeling of fullness. He moves in and out at a painfully slow pace, growling with each thrust. With each powerful plunge, he propels me further into sexual oblivion. He increases his relentless pounding grunting variations of my name. I can feel an intense orgasm building somewhere deep in my womb. I writhe underneath him.
“Peyton.”
I let out a scream and explode around his throbbing hardness. My orgasm is so overwhelming I feel like the whole room is spinning and I see stars underneath my blindfold. A few seconds later. Sam finds his release and unleashes his seed deep inside me, yelling my name in garbled ecstasy.
“Fuck me. That was intense.”
We are both sweaty and panting. He leans down and kisses my shoulder. He frees my wrists and takes off my blindfold. My eyes take a few minutes to adjust to the light in the room.
“Are you OK, angel?”
I swallow and don’t think I can speak. He pulls out of me and removes his finger from my forbidden entrance. He lifts me into his arms, and I rest my head on his chest.
“That was amazing.”
“Good, I’m glad, baby.”
He tenderly strokes my hair, and I am almost asleep on his shoulder when there is a gentle tap on the door.
“Sam, we’re in Glasgow, mate,” I hear Jax’s muffled voice say outside the door.
“Cheers, man, we’ll be out in a sec.”
Sam kisses the top of my head rousing me from my sleep.
“We’re in Glasgow now, angel.”
I snuggle closer into his side. “Five more minutes, baby,” I say sleepily, and he laughs.
“Come on, sleepy, let’s get you to the hotel room. You can take a nap while we go to the interview.”
Sam lifts me from his chest and gets up. He goes to the bathroom to wash his hands, and he is completely naked. A few minutes pass, and he comes back into the bedroom. I watch as he gets dressed and I am suddenly very awake and very aware of his beautiful body in front of me. He really is the epitome of all the things a man should be. He is striking and very easy on the eye. He laughs again, and his green eyes dance with amusement.
“Ready for round two already, angel? You’re insatiable,” he says huskily, and I bite my lip. “I love you, but as much as I’d like to stay for round two, we need to get dressed.”
He zips up his jeans. I reluctantly get up from the bed and start to get dressed too. Once we are fully dressed, we go down to the lower deck, and the boys erupt in a round of applause. My face flushes with embarrassment. They heard us? Shit! Note to self: Must be quieter next time! Sam laughs, and he takes my hand. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em! We both bow gracefully, and the boys all whoop and cheer.
We all exit the bus, and it feels so good to finally stretch my legs. We are pulled up outside the Radisson Blu in Glasgow. It looks impressive from the outside with an aquamarine-tone-all-glass entrance. Sam takes my hand, and a flashbulb suddenly goes off in our faces. Sam pulls me close to his side and tries to shield me. He tugs my hand and leads me into the foyer of the hotel.
“I’m so sorry about that, baby.”
“You don’t have to apologise every time someone takes my picture, baby, I accepted that the moment I met you.”
“Have I ever told you how amazing you are?”
I put on my thinking face, and Sam laughs. “Hmm, no, but I think I could get used to it.”
He kisses me gently on the lips. “I’ll make sure I tell you every day then, angel.” He winks. The rest of the boys join us, and Brody rolls his eyes.
“Fucking hell, will you two get a room?”
“We’re working on it, fuck face.”
Brody shoots Sam a look, and he strides over to the reception desk. J.D. walks over to us.
“Meet back here in half an hour, boys.”
I get the feeling that it is more an order rather than a request. We all check into the hotel and go up to our suites. We occupy the whole fourth floor. We step into the room, and it is modern and contemporary.
“I’m going to take a shower before the interview, baby, want to join me?”
I start to undress by taking my top off. “Please don’t do that or I’m not going to make the interview.”
I take off my bra with a defiant look on my face and giggle mischievously.
“You are going to be the death of me, woman!”
He carries me into the bathroom, and we take a shower together. I feel refreshed and relaxed afterwards. I lie down on the bed wearing the white fluffy hotel robe and watch as Sam changes. I think watching him get dressed in front of me is my new favourite pastime.
“Enjoying the show, angel?”
I nod and laugh. He finishes getting dressed and presses his lips to mine.
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nbsp; “I have to go, but I’ll see you later, baby. Feel free to order room service.”
I nod. “I think I’m going to take a nap, I’m knackered.”
I yawn and find it unusual that I’m tired during the day.
“Don’t miss me too much,” he says with a wink.
“I love you, Sam.”
“Love you too, angel.”
With those words, he leaves the room. I start to reflect on this bizarre situation of being on tour with one of the world’s biggest rock bands. It is both surreal and exciting to be thrust into the world of Rancid Vengeance. I need to buckle up and enjoy the ride while it lasts.
I have no idea how long I have been asleep, but I am woken to the bed dipping next to me and Sam nuzzling my hair. His soft lips kiss the spot below my ear.
“Wakey, wakey, beautiful,” he whispers. I sleepily turn over, and his smiling face is the first thing I see. I instantly find myself smiling back.
“Hey, gorgeous, how long have I been asleep?”
He looks at his watch.
“Well, the interview and the photo shoot took a little longer than expected, so just over two hours I think, babe. We need to get ready for the gig, and we’re on stage in an hour.”
I nod and get up from the bed and get ready, complete with makeup and straightening my hair.
“You look beautiful as always, angel.”
Sam kisses my neck and wraps his arms around my waist. He is looking especially delicious tonight in his stage outfit. He is wearing devilishly tight leather trousers to emphasise his crotch area, a black skull vest, which showcases his bulging muscles, black cowboy boots and his stage make-up consisting of black eyeliner. His hair is gelled and styled into soft spikes. It is taking all I have not run my fingers through his raven-black hair; he is a sight for sore eyes. We leave the room hand in hand and go down to reception in the lift. Once the lift doors close, we are alone. Sam backs me up against the wall and claims my mouth.
“I can’t keep my hands to myself when you’re around.”
I laugh. “Well, good things come to those who wait, rock star.”
I wink, and the doors slide open. Sam releases me, and we step out of the lift. He swats my bum.
“You’re such a cock tease!”
I emphasise my walk and swing my hips suggestively.
“Now, play fair, angel, that’s just going to get you fucked right here on the hotel floor in front of all these people,” he whispers huskily, and I can’t help getting turned on by his seductive words. He raises his eyebrows suggestively.
“You’re shameless, Newbolt.”
He comes up behind me and grips my waist pulling me flush against him. He nuzzles my neck and whispers in my ear, “Only where you’re concerned, angel.”
We all pile into a black limo driven by Cole and make our way to the gig. When we arrive at the o2 Academy Glasgow, I hear loud screams and the deafening chant, “Vengeance, Vengeance, Vengeance.”
The screams seem to get louder as the bus pulls to a halt behind the venue. We prepare to exit the bus and Sam grabs my hand.
“Stick close to me, angel, it’s going to get messy.”
We get off the bus and are greeted by hundreds of excited fans and four, large, burly and muscular men in matching Men in Black-esque suits. Sam pulls me to his side, gripping my waist with his large hand.
“Bolt! Flash! Snake! Axeman! We love you! We want your babies!”
A fan pulls Sam’s t-shirt, and the security guard has to restrain her. We make our way through the hoard of fans, and I get a few dirty looks from at least five different women. We finally get into the venue and walk down a short corridor.
“I told you it could get messy; some of our fans are a little crazy and obsessive!”
We both laugh, and I am again reminded of the difference in our lives. Sam can’t go out without being recognised by his fans, and his life is like an open book for people to peek into. Sam pulling me close to him and wrapping his strong arms around me interrupts my thoughts.
“I need you on the front row centre, baby; you’re like my good luck charm.”
I smile. “You don’t need luck, babe, you’re amazing.”
He laughs and kisses me gently on the lips. Cole walks over to us.
“Cole, could you take care of my girl, please, mate? Make sure she’s at the front, somewhere where I can see her.” He winks, and Cole nods.
“I want you to know that when I’m singing, I’m singing the words to you, angel, just you,” he whispers, and again I am disarmed by his sweet words. My insecure and vulnerable rocker is making a welcome appearance tonight. Sam kisses me passionately on the lips.
“Wish me luck.”
“Not that you need it, but good luck, baby.”
He sprints off down the corridor leaving Cole to escort me silently to the front row. Ever since our chat in the surveillance suite, he has hardly said a word to me.
The venue is intimate with just a two-and-a-half-thousand capacity. I take my place and fold my arms; I suddenly feel nervous with anticipation. There is a striking woman to the left of me with platinum blonde hair, dip dyed with pillar-box red streaks. She has a small nose stud and is tall, bronzed, and slim. She has wide blue eyes and a bow-shaped mouth. There is something about her that seems vaguely familiar. She is wearing a black leather pencil skirt, a black fur gilet with a white skull vest underneath and sky-high studded ankle boots. She looks me up and down. I smile, and she smiles back, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. She cocks her head and regards me intently.
“I have to say, you’re not what I was expecting. I was expecting you to be … I don’t know. Blonde, and taller, maybe. You’re definitely Sam’s type, though; vulnerable, pretty. He has definitely excelled himself this time.”
I look puzzled. Who is this woman? What is she talking about? She smiles sweetly.
“He gets you with the words at first. Then he makes you fall in love with him, and he makes you need him, that’s the worst thing.”
I glance away from her, suddenly uncomfortable in her presence.
“Oh, dear, he’s already made you fall in love with him, hasn’t he? Charming bastard. Now you can’t walk away because he won’t let you.”
I look at her and clear my throat.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who are you?”
She folds her arms, mirroring my body language, and she smirks.
“Of course you don’t, darling, I’m just one in a long line of girls, just like you.”
The screams of the crowd are making it hard for me to hear her properly. I go to speak, but the lights go down. I look towards the stage, and when I turn around, she is gone. How strange? Being confronted by a mystery woman. I am confused and curious of who she was. How did she know I was Sam’s girlfriend?
My thoughts are interrupted by Lucas’ familiar drumbeat filling the venue. The stage is in darkness, and the spotlight goes up, revealing Sam in all his tattooed glory. Jax’s signature guitar riff accompanies Lucas’ drumbeat. Brody moves next to Jax, and they are standing back to back, playing their guitars effortlessly. Sam steps to the front of the stage, and his face lights up as he looks out at his adoring fans. He looks in my direction and winks; he lifts the microphone to his lips.
“I am an enigma, a fucking inferno, a beautiful fucking disaster. I am an errant child, an inhuman wreck, a beautiful fucking disaster. I am a shell of the man I used to be, a robot, a meat suit for these bones in which I live, a beautiful fucking disaster.”
I haven’t heard this song before, and I instantly like it. He completely loses himself in the music and lyrics.
“I wear a mask, I wear my scars, like a badge of honour, I am a beautiful fucking disaster. I am the man who cries invisible tears, ravaged with guilt and crimson coloured hues, I am a beautiful fucking disaster. I am a shadow, a soul so broken and torn, an avenging angel, a devil in disguise, a beautiful fucking disaster.”
Jax steps out to the front o
f the stage; his guitar solo fills the venue, and the crowd goes crazy. I am amazed at his guitar skills; the way his fingers make love to the fretboard. I watch as he closes his eyes and effortlessly strums his solo. After the song finishes, Sam steps to the front of the stage.
“Glasgow! How the fuck are we doing tonight?”
The crowd screams and stomps their feet.
“Please allow me to introduce you to the band.”
Jax steps beside Sam and breaks out into a solo.