His hands grabbed the bottom of his shirt that I was wearing, then he lifted it up over my head.
I shut my eyes and took a deep breath.
His hands touched my bare breasts and I reached for the pockets of his jeans.
I wanted him to make me forget about Blaze again… and all night…
9
SHANE
I walked out of the bathroom with a lit cigarette again, just to piss Lita off.
I was naked and went right into the kitchen.
Lita stood with a cup of coffee, wearing nothing but my shirt.
“Put that fucking thing out,” she growled at me.
“Make me,” I said.
Lita put her coffee cup down and walked up to me and grabbed the cigarette out of my mouth and tossed it into the sink.
I had a nice collection going there.
“You are such an asshole.”
“But I fuck so good you can’t help it,” I said.
“Yeah, we’re good,” she said. “We’ve covered basically the entire apartment. And I hate myself for it.”
“We missed one room,” I said.
“Which one?”
“This one,” I said with a grin.
Lita put her hand to my chest. “Shane…”
“What? You have to finish what you start, right? It’s the ultimate one-night stand. Fucking in every room in your apartment. No commitment. And my dick is always on call for you.”
Lita slowly started to grin.
She had that vixen grin to her, proving she was as filthy as me. She loved to fuck and she loved to get fucked.
Her hand clawed down my chest to my stomach, then down to my dick.
She slowly wrapped her fingers around my shaft and pulled at me.
“I hate myself even more now,” she whispered.
“That’s okay, beauty,” I said. “Hate makes for good sex.”
I slipped my right hand behind her neck and pulled her toward me.
I kissed her for a few seconds before turning her around.
She let out a playful yell.
I flipped my shirt she was wearing up over her round ass.
My hands grabbed her ass and kneaded as she bent over and wiggled her ass and pussy at me.
I cut my right hand between her cheeks and down to her wet slit.
My fingers teased for a few seconds before I grabbed my cock and thrust myself deep into her.
Lita let out a loud groan, grabbed the edge of the sink and pushed back at me.
My hands ran up her ass and under the shirt.
I needed to feel her tits again.
They were fucking perfect too.
In fact, everything about Lita was perfect.
At least her body and sex capabilities.
Then again, was there anything else that mattered?
I held her tits and pumped my cock at her, fucking her against the kitchen sink.
“Oh, Shane,” she purred. “Right there… just like that…”
I stayed with her, feeling her pussy throbbing, ready to make a mess all over my cock.
Right where I wanted her.
I moved my hands away from her chest and stood tall, thrusting up, making her dance up to her toes to stay with me.
“That’s right, beauty,” I growled. “Tell me how much you love my cock.”
“Shut up and keep fucking me,” she said in a breathless voice.
Lita let out another loud groan and I swore I heard a door open and shut.
She pushed back from the sink and bent her knees, almost breaking my dick in half.
I had to jump back.
My cock slid out of her pussy and my ass touched the cool fridge door.
Lita spun around and pulled her shirt down. “Maggie’s home.”
“Who the fuck…”
“Roommate,” she said. “You’re butt ass naked.” She looked at my dick. “Can you do something with that?”
I was rock hard. “No. It needs to come.”
“Lita?” a woman’s voice called out.
I smiled. “Hey, can we invite her to join us?”
“I’ll fucking kill you,” Lita said. “Do something with your cock.”
She hurried from the kitchen.
“Hey, Maggie,” Lita’s voice said.
“What are you doing? You look flustered. Why are you wearing just a shirt?”
“I, uh… uh… well…”
I opened a drawer and grinned.
I grabbed an oven mitt and stuffed my dick into it.
I held it with one hand as I walked from the kitchen.
Maggie looked at me and her eyes grew wide with surprise.
“Hey,” I said.
“Oh, fuck,” Lita said. “Maggie, this is Shane. Shane, this is Maggie.”
“Hope this isn’t your good oven mitt,” I said.
“Uh, no, you can keep it,” Maggie said.
“Thanks.” I looked down at Lita and smiled. “Thanks for the breakfast, beauty.”
I kissed her cheek and walked to her bedroom.
I heard them whispering.
All I could do was smile.
I got dressed and left the oven mitt on Lita’s bed.
I mean, what did they expect?
I wasn’t going to show up with flowers and wine.
I was a rock star.
Eventually you were going to see my dick.
“There he is,” Jay called out. “Where the fuck did you go last night?”
“I had something to do,” I said.
“You bailed on free pussy for what?” Reed asked.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Tell me you got laid,” Sab said.
“I met up with someone and we fucked in every room in her apartment,” I said. “Including her roommate’s room.”
“Nice,” Nash said. “Was the roommate there too?”
“No,” I said.
“You don’t get full credit for the fuck then,” Jay said.
“Hey, at least he can still have threesomes ,” Reed said.
“I can if I want,” Jay said.
They all laughed.
“Can we play some music now?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Nash said. “We’re going to run through our set for the show. You good with that?”
Dex came into the room and eyed me up and down. “You look like sex and love.”
“Love?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Dex said. “Did you get back with an old flame last night?”
“Not even close,” I said.
“He just loves being in the studio with us,” Reed said.
“And he loves having two functional arms,” Jay said.
“Yeah, fuck you,” Dex said. “I’m running the board today. Go play something.”
I turned and saw someone standing in the doorway.
Lita.
With the oven mitt.
She flung it at me. “You forgot your fuck buddy.”
I caught the oven mitt and grinned.
“Fuck buddy?” Nash asked.
“Oh, wow,” Reed said. “Look at it.”
“That’s nice,” Dex said. “You bailed on horny strippers to fuck an oven mitt?”
“That’s low, even for me,” Jay said.
“Shit, we should get him a pineapple,” Nash said.
They all started to laugh.
I assumed the pineapple remark was an inside joke.
I looked at Lita, puckered my lips and kissed the air.
She walked away and Sab grabbed my shoulder. “I have an idea.”
“What?” I asked.
“Let’s make Toby put that on his hand.”
“Oh, shit,” Nash said. “Okay, for real, Shane… did you put your dick in that?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I did.”
“Did you come in it?” Dex asked.
“No.”
“Okay, good.”
“Still,” Sab said. “Let’s make Toby wear it.”
“You don’t mind, do you, Shane?” Nash asked.
“Have at it,” I said.
I tossed Nash the oven mitt and he punched it to the ground.
Now I was the one laughing.
“Wait a second,” Jay said. “Why the fuck did one of the singers bring the oven mitt in?”
The room got silent.
They slowly looked at me.
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Oh, man, you are wild,” Reed said.
“Fucking the backup singers,” Nash said.
“What a rock star move,” Sab added.
As I walked out of the room, Jay caught up to me.
“How was she?” he asked.
I just smiled.
The truth was that I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
10
LITA
Abby pointed at me in the hallway and the smile on her face made me cringe.
Ut-fucking-oh.
I looked behind me and cringed even more.
I was trapped.
Behind me was the studio.
I had to deal with looks from the band for the entire recording session.
Getting Shane to break down a little was next to impossible.
I thought throwing the oven mitt at him would get him good, but it didn’t work at all. Each time he looked at me, he just grinned. That shitty kind of bad boy grin. Like he was picturing me naked and he could because he had seen me naked. Like he was thinking about all the noises I made or the way I tasted or how hard I came…
Oh, I fucking hated him for that.
Then to make things even crazier, the band’s manager waved to me, wearing the oven mitt.
The band laughed, including Shane, and my cheeks turned red.
I had no idea what was done or said to get Toby to put on the oven mitt, but I was pretty certain he had no clue that Shane’s dick had been inside of it earlier that day.
Now I had Abby trotting toward me with a very evil grin on her pretty face.
“What?” I asked.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “I heard a rumor from a little bird that you fucked the new guitar player.”
She spoke in a fake, teenage girl voice as she twisted her finger around her hair.
I snorted. “Wow. That’s where we’re at here?”
“Oh, come on, have a little fun.”
“I already did.”
Abby gasped. “So it’s true?”
“Be quiet.”
“You slept with Shane,” Abby said.
“So what? Last I heard, you went around the block with more than one rock star in your life.”
“This isn’t about me,” Abby said. “No way. This is about you.”
“What about me? It’s not that big of a deal.”
“You sure?”
“Positive,” I said. “He’s hot. He plays guitar. I’m weak.”
Abby laughed. “You're not weak. Rock stars just have this power… then again, so do we. We have the ultimate prize, right?”
“What’s that?”
“A glistening slit,” Abby said and laughed again.
I shook my head and sighed.
I was almost at the point of asking Shane if I could smoke one of his cigarettes.
When I got out of the studio for the day, I paid for a ride home to avoid Maggie at all costs.
Which was impossible because we lived together.
The second I walked in the door, she shut off the TV and stood up from the couch.
Next thing I knew she had two wine glasses in her hand, which she handed to me.
She put up one finger, hurried to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of wine.
She ripped out the cork and poured wine into each glass.
Then she put the wine bottle down on the table and took one glass.
“Cheers,” she said.
“No.”
I started to put my glass down and she touched my arm. “Lita…”
“You’re thinking too much into it,” I said.
“There was a beautifully built, naked man in here and I’m not supposed to ask questions? Let’s forget the look on your face.”
“My face?”
“That was your coming face, Lita. Everyone has one. He was fucking you in the kitchen, wasn’t he?”
“What do I say right now?”
“Everything,” she said.
Maggie hurried to turn off the lights, which left us with the soft glow of the Christmas lights on the small tree.
“Put your show back on,” I said.
“It was a Christmas movie.”
“Oh.”
“Exactly. Since you hate Christmas, we can talk about you bagging that hot guy.”
“I’d rather watch a movie.”
“You sure? It’s super cheesy. Two people who knew each other as kids meeting up in this small, snowy town…”
“Where they plan a parade or something fucking stupid, right?” I asked. “And then Santa magically shows up and sprinkles Christmas magic on them…”
“Let me ask you something,” Maggie said. “Did Shane spray you with some of his Christmas magic?”
“Ohgod,” I said. “What is wrong with you?”
“You’ve been so hung up on Blaze, Lita. That’s why I’m excited.”
“For what? I hooked up with someone. Big deal? He came over. We fucked like crazy, fell asleep, fucked again… I don’t know what you want me to say…”
“The kitchen…”
“Fine,” I said. “He bent me over the kitchen sink and stuffed me with his fat cock. Okay? And it felt fucking good until you showed up and killed the moment.”
“You should have told me he was here,” Maggie said. “I blocked you from coming again. You’ve been walking around with that feeling all day.”
“Yeah, that’s right,” I said.
“So call him. I’ll leave. Finish what you started in the kitchen.”
I opened my mouth to say no.
But I didn’t say no.
It wasn’t the worst idea.
But I couldn’t…
I sighed.
Then I drank the entire glass of wine in one big drink.
After the second glass of wine I ended up on the couch next to Maggie.
She turned her dumb Christmas movie on and I made fun of it the entire time.
I called out what they were going to say, when, and what was going to happen next. It ended up with Maggie and I laughing so hard, she had to hurry to the bathroom so she didn’t pee herself.
The wine went through her quick.
For me, the wine went right to my head.
And being drunk meant I would stay away from Shane.
He wasn’t going to come over. Or come in me.
So that was a good thing.
When the Christmas movie ended, Maggie started to fall asleep, so I tucked her in on the couch.
I went to my room and decided to call it an early night.
That meant it was just around one in the morning.
I had another recording session with Filthy Line around noonish.
There wasn’t much time left with them and I needed to figure out what I wanted to do next. I was hoping the band would recommend me to someone else in need of a singer. Or maybe Toby would pass information along to the big executives about me.
Or nothing would happen at all.
Which was usually the case.
Then I’d slowly slip into a panic.
Then the phone would ring with more work.
The same old cycle.
I crashed down to my bed and took a deep breath as the room tried to spin.
I kicked my blankets to get under them and turned off the light.
The second I shut my eyes, my phone buzzed.
It was Shane texting me.
Question. Did you need that oven mitt back?
I rolled my eyes.
Why? Are you lonely tonight?
I held my phone over my face, waiting for him to text me back.
I’m never lonely, beauty. I have two women in my bed. And the oven mitt on my cock. Want to see?
As I sighed, I replied, knowing it was probably stupid to do.
I feel bad for my oven mitt. At least the whores you’re with can get antibiotics.
When I read the sent message, I cringed.
That sounded like pure jealousy.
I could picture Shane smiling.
Don’t be jealous, Lita. I’m actually alone right now. No oven mitt either. Last I heard, Toby took it home. He liked the way it smelled. ;) So… are you alone right now?
That made me laugh.
And it was kind of gross.
I wasn’t sure if I felt bad for Toby or not.
I have a guy in bed with me. He’s sleeping. I wore him out. He was so much bigger and better than you.
Again… pure jealousy.
And bitchiness.
And being horny and alone.
Which Shane called me on.
All lies, Lita. You’re alone. Thinking of me. You can touch yourself. I’ll wait.
I scoffed.
He’s giving me permission to touch myself?
Fuck you, Shane. My body. I’ll do what I want when I want. Goodnight.
I put my phone down and smiled.
There.
My phone buzzed again.
The text read - A little inspiration.
Under that - a picture.
Of… Shane.
I blinked a few times and then groaned.
I wasn’t going to do that though.
I was not going to use a dick pic as inspiration to pleasure myself.
Even if I was alone in bed. And I was tired but in the mood. And it didn’t matter that between my thighs I was jittery and ready. And even though Shane was…
I turned over, grabbed the phone and propped it up.
I shut my eyes and took a deep breath.
I pictured his hands covering my breasts. His fingers rolling over my tender nipples. I opened my eyes to look at his cock again. I shut my eyes and pictured that beautiful thing inside me.
As I exhaled a deep breath, I groaned.
My right hand gently inched into the front of my panties and down…
When my fingertips touched my wetness, I sighed.
I hooked my middle finger and thrust forward as I brushed against my clit.
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