by Tania Sparks
“Lie down on the bed.” His voice is raspy with desire. I lean down to flick off my shoes but Ash growls, “Leave the shoes on Angel.” I hesitate and raise my eyebrows questioningly at him, this is a new kink that I’m sort of loving!
It seems I’m going too slow as he scowls at me, “I’m not going to ask again Angel. Do as you’re told. Lie down. Shoes stay on.” His voice is stern, dominant and is causing my panties to soak with desire.
I lower myself onto the bed and climb backwards so I’m reclined and resting up on my elbows. Ash stands so he’s towering over me at the end of the bed and slowly starts to remove his t-shirt. He grasps the bottom hem and lifts it over his head, dropping it to the floor. His eyes are fixed on mine, but because I have absolutely no self-control, I quickly lose focus and allow my gaze to lower over his defined chest which looks hard, warm and oh so tempting. I’m itching to run my fingers and tongue along those ridges.
He undoes his leather belt, pulls it through the loops of his jeans and tosses it onto the bed beside me. His fingers nimbly undo the button of his jeans and he slowly unzips them. He slips his hands inside the waistband on either side of his hips and pushes them down, stepping out and kicking them aside. He isn’t wearing any underwear and his large erection is ready and waiting. I can’t help myself, my mouth waters and I run my tongue slowly over my lips. Ash tilts his head to the side with a self-assured smirk across his face?”
“Please Ash.” I beg, “Come and join me on the bed, I’m going crazy here, I need to feel you.” I lower my head down onto the pillow and crook my finger at him encouraging him to climb on with me.
Ash steps towards the bed, places his hands on my ankles and pushes my legs wider. He has a perfect view of my panty covered pussy. It feels uncouth but the look of desire on his face as he peruses me like I’m his prey makes me feel not only wanted but cherished. He lowers himself onto the bed to kneel between my feet. He runs his hands up my legs, starting at my ankles and moving slowly up my thighs, “So beautiful.” he whispers.
Leaning over me, he continues to smooth his hands up and over my hips to my breasts, he pulls down the lace of my bra revealing my hard pink nipples. His thumbs graze across them sending tingles rippling down my spine. His hands move around to my back and I arch slightly to give him better access. He flicks the clasp of my bra open and pulls the straps off my shoulders and down my arms, removing my bra and tossing it to the floor. His palms seize both of my breasts, firmly squeezing them together as he lowers his head to take one into his mouth. His tongue swirls around exploring as he licks and nibbles. He sucks a nipple into his warm, wet mouth then bites it firmly. A bolt of pain mixed with desire shockwaves through my body, then he eases the hurt by swirling his tongue erotically over my throbbing nipple.
Leaning back again onto his knees his hands lower down my body and hook into my panties. He drags them down my legs and discards them on the floor. He repositions himself to straddle my hips. With one hand he picks up both of my wrists, holding them together above my head. With the other hand he picks up the belt that he had tossed on the bed beside me earlier and holds it up indicating with his eyes that he wants to tie my hands to the headboard with his belt. He looks at me and asks, “Is this alright Angel, you can say no if it’s too much.”
“It’s good Ash, I trust you.” and I do, I know that Ash would never do anything to hurt me and in all honesty it’s kind of hot, it’s something I’ve never tried before.
He loops the belt around my wrists and then ties it to the headboard. “Okay Angel?” I nod my head in agreement. His hands glide down from my secured hands, down my arms, over my collarbone and lower to softly cup my breasts. He moves back down so he’s once again kneeling between my spread legs. His fingers stroke me between my thighs and then he caresses my folds with his fingers. “Angel, you’re so wet for me already.” He inserts one finger, rotating it in small circles. Lifting my legs, he places them over his shoulders. My silver high heels rest against his back. He lowers his head and his tongue slides along the length my pussy. Without removing his mouth he growls, “You taste so fucking good Angel.” I can feel the vibration of his voice ricocheting through me.
He continues to lick and kiss me until I think I’m going to pass out from the pleasure. My shoes must be digging into his back as I writhe in ecstasy. When I think I can’t take any more two fingers enter me and start to pump in and out powerfully. “Oh God Ash, you’re going to make me come.”
“That’s the idea Angel, come for me, I want you to come all over my fingers and face. I want to taste you, come for me baby.” My body does exactly what he tells me to do. It feels like an explosion has taken place inside me as surges of pleasure pulse through my body. I’m having an out of body experience, it feels like I’m suspended in a cloud of light as my whole body convulses and tingles radiate all over my skin.
“That’s it Angel, just like that.” Ash murmurs as his tongue and lips continue to suck and lick while his fingers pump inside me, prolonging my orgasm for what seems like for ever. Slowly my orgasm turns from a rapid boil to a steady simmer as I begin to float back down to earth. Ash’s fingers slip from inside me and he kneels back up lowering my legs back to the bed. I can see my arousal glistening on his face. His hands are slowly massaging my legs and he’s gazing at me affectionately. My wrists are still securely fastened to the headboard and although I think I should feel exposed and vulnerable, I feel nothing but cherished and cared for.
He continues to glide his hands up and down my legs, “Was that good Angel?” I’m still in a daze from my amazing orgasm. With hooded eyes and lust emanating from every inch of me, I simply nod my head with a sated smile on my face. Although that felt incredible, I still need more of him, I need him inside me. He must read my mind because he grasps my knees and pulls them up so my legs are bent and are pulled up alongside my body. He lifts me slightly and slides his knees underneath my ass so I’m balanced on his thighs. His hands move back to my knees as he holds me open to him. I can feel his hardness nudging at my wet opening. His cock slowly pushes inside me and he rocks back and forth steadily. Within a few seconds I can feel another orgasm already building. The rhythm and pace that he’s setting is perfect but just as I’m about to come again he changes the pace, slowing down considerably. I groan in protest and Ash just sniggers. He knows exactly what he’s doing! After a few more minutes of agonisingly slow movement, he starts to speed up and once again my orgasm starts to gain momentum. I don’t want him to stop so I arch my back and grip his cock tightly with my pussy. “Shit Angel.” he gasps, “You do that again and you’re going to make me come.”
Repeating his earlier words to me I say, “That’s the idea Ash, I want you to come for me.”
“Fuck Angel!” he moans as his thrusting quickens, his fingers dig harshly into my legs. I squeeze tightly again and can feel Ash’s cock get even harder as he pulsates inside me. Just feeling his throbbing escalates my rising orgasm to being on the verge of eruption as my pussy clenches tighter. “Oh god Angel, I’m, I’m…” a few more hard thrusts and we both explode together. All I can hear is the blood rushing in my ears, our heavy breathing and our bodies slapping against each other as the sensations take over.
We’re trembling, both dripping wet from our exertions. Ash slides out of me and leans up to release me from his belt. He gently rubs the skin on my wrists that now have pale pink indentations. “I didn’t hurt you did I Angel?”
“No, I’m good Ash. In fact I’m more than good, that was incredible.”
“It was amazing wasn’t it.” He flops back down onto the bed beside me. We’re both completely satiated, exhausted and smiling like Cheshire cats.
We’re lying on our backs, still regaining our breath when we hear a lot of talking and laughing in the corridor. It sounds like the guys are back and are making their way to their rooms. Suddenly there’s a rattle at our door and it bursts open as Nikki, Cody and Hansen spill into our room.
Ash swi
ftly jumps up and lies on top of me, covering my nakedness with his body and a spare pillow he’s somehow managed to grab. “What the fuck guys!” he gasps exasperatedly.
“Oh shit sorry man.” Cody laughs as he continues to walk into the room, not taking his eyes off us.
“Damn girl!” Nikki peers around Ash to try to see more of me!
Hansen simply says “Ooops.” and politely makes his way to the back of the room, places his hands over his eyes and turns his back to us and chuckles, “Don’t worry Eve, we didn’t see anything - much!”
“Speak for yourself.” Nikki laughs, “I got a fucking awesome view.”
I’m sure my face is bright red with embarrassment as I nuzzle into Ash’s neck to try and hide.
Ash’s face is bright red too. His more in indignation than embarrassment as he yells at the guys, “Get the fuck out you wankers!”
The guys completely ignore him and continue to make their way into the room as if walking in on one of their band mates having sex is the most normal thing in the world. Shit, it probably is!
“If you’re not going to get out, turn your backs you dickheads so my Angel can get some clothes on.” Nikki and Cody both roll their eyes and go to stand next to Hansen, mockingly covering their eyes and turning their backs.
Ash quickly grabs a sheet, wraps me in it and shuffles me into the bathroom. “Sorry Angel, those guys can be such douchebags sometimes.”
“No problem Ash, I don’t think they saw much, you were on top of me before they barely got in the door! Can you grab me some jeans and a t-shirt out of my bag please?”
“Sure Angel, I’ll be back in a sec.” He kisses me tenderly on my cheek.
I hear the guys all laughing and joking. After a couple of minutes Ash quietly knocks on the bathroom door. I open it up a crack and he passes in my clothes. Once I get dressed I come out and bashfully say hi to the guys. They’ve all made themselves comfortable on the bed, chair or on the floor. The TV’s turned onto some old comedy show and it looks like they’ve raided the mini-bar. Nikki grins wickedly at me, “Damn Eve, I wish I could walk into every hotel room with a view like the one I got tonight!” Ash thumps him on the shoulder and calls him a dickhead.
Raising my eyebrows I point towards the door, “Hey guys, you know there’s a lounge set up down the corridor right?”
Cody chuckles and grabs another tiny bottle of whisky from the mini bar, “Yeah, we know Eve. But this is nice, sort of like old times, all crammed into one small hotel room, raiding the mini-bar.”
“Where’s Scott and Lizzie?” I enquire.
Nikki, Cody and Hansen look back and forth to each other with a sad look on their faces. Hansen speaks up first, “They’ve been arguing all night, I think they’ve gone back to their room.”
I thought it was odd that I didn’t see Lizzie during the show, she’s normally standing right next to me watching the guys and enjoying the music.
Cody clarifies a bit more, “Well not exactly arguing. It sounds like Lizzie’s decided she doesn’t like the touring and rock star lifestyle after all. She thinks it’s best that her and Scott break-up now before they get in too deep. She’s dumping him and’s heading home tomorrow. Scott’s been practically begging her to stay. He’s absolutely devastated. It’s fucking ridiculous. It’s clear that they’re madly in love with each other. They should just sort their shit out and make it work.”
“Oh god, that’s awful.” I say sadly. I look over to Ash and can see that he’s thinking the same thing I am. We’ve said to each other that if Scott and Lizzie can make it work, we can too. We never even considered that they wouldn’t. If those two are going to split up, how much hope does it give us?
Ash looks concerned and with sad eyes he shakes his head giving me the distinct impression that just because Scott and Lizzie are having difficulties, it doesn’t mean that we will too. I silently mouth to him, “We’ll be fine.” I make my way over to him, sit on his lap and put my arms around his waist, giving us both some reassurance that we’ll be okay.
We all settle in, order some room service as well as a more robust drink supply and watch the television. It’s nice all sitting here, chatting casually and relaxing.
About an hour later we hear some crashing and banging in the corridor. What sounds like a very drunk Scott screams, “Ash!...Nikki!...Cody!…Hansen!…where the fuck are you guys?” Ash taps me on the leg and I get up off his lap. We both go to the door and open it. As we glance down the corridor we can see a stumbling Scott crashing into the walls with a bottle of whisky sloshing in his hand.
Ash pokes his head out the door and waves his arm, “Scott, you fuckwit, we’re in here.”
Scott spins around and staggers his way towards us. He pushes past, making his way into our already crowded room. By the time we’ve closed the door and made our way back inside Scott’s crashed down on the bed and is lying on his back with the bottle of whisky balancing precariously in his hand. “She’s left me!” he exclaims simply. A few sobs escape from his chest. “She’s flying back to LA in the morning. Never wants to see my sorry ass again!”
I sit on the bed next to him and place my hand on his shoulder giving him a gentle pat, “I’m sure you and Lizzie can work it out Scott.” I try to be reassuring.
Scott stares directly at me. He looks desperate and panicked. “No, no we won’t Eve! I’ve been trying to convince her for hours that we can make it work, but she’s a stubborn shit…she wants the whole domestic shebang - picket fence, two and a half kids, ‘honey I’m home’ shit…I can’t give her that Eve! I am what I am. I’m in a fucking rock group for Christ’s sake…we go on tour…we’re not always home. If that domestic shit’s what she really wants, then she deserves to have it… Even if it’s not me giving it to her. Shit, fuck, damn, cock, tits, bullocks!” He thumps his legs and arms against the mattress. Tears stream unashamedly down his face. He lifts the bottle of whisky and takes a long swig. The guys all look on hopelessly not knowing what to do.
I look over to Ash, “I should probably go and see Lizzie, she’s probably suffering too.”
“Good idea.” Ash agrees. I get up and he follows me out the door. Once we get into the corridor he pulls me into his chest, squeezes me tight and murmurs into my ear, “We’ll make it work Angel. Just because Scott and Lizzie are having trouble, it doesn’t mean that we won’t find a way to make it work for us.”
I squeeze him back, “I know Ash. We both know that being apart from each other doesn’t work for either of us. We’ll make this work, it’ll be hard, but we’ll find a way.” We give each other a tender kiss on the lips. After giving me one more hug Ash goes back into our room and I make my way down the corridor to Scott and Lizzie’s room.
I quietly knock on the door. “Lizzie, it’s me Eve, can I come in?” Lizzie opens the door. She doesn’t say anything, just turns around, walks back into the room and plonks herself down on the end of the bed. She puts her head in her hands, her eyes are red from crying and she looks miserable.
“How is he?” she asks.
“He’s pretty messed up Lizzie.” I reply truthfully. “Are you sure you two can’t make it work? Surely there has to be a way. He loves you Lizzie, and I’m pretty sure you love him.”
Tears trickle down her cheeks as she explains that she does love him, but finds the whole rock star lifestyle way too out of her comfort zone. She vehemently believes that at some stage her struggle with the lifestyle will rip them apart. She has it set in her mind that it’s best that they break things off now before they both get in too deep. I spend a good hour trying to persuade her otherwise but Scott’s right, she’s a stubborn girl and it’s obvious that once she has her mind set on something, there’s no convincing her otherwise. I feel so sad for her and Scott and hope that she’s not making a mistake she will live to regret.
I text Ash and tell him that I’ll stay in Lizzie’s room with her tonight. He texts back to say that Scott’s passed out from all the whisky and is fast asleep.
The other guys have all gone back to their rooms and Ash will stay in our room to keep an eye on Scott.
Lizzie falls asleep quickly, obviously exhausted from all the emotional turmoil and crying. I curl up on the bed next to her and quickly fall asleep too.
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I wake up the next morning to Lizzie gently shaking me. She’s already dressed and has her suitcase packed and by the door. She looks down at me with a sad smile on her face. “I just wanted to say thank you Eve. Thanks for letting me talk it out with you last night and thanks for being a friend. It’s been really nice knowing you, but I guess we won’t really see each other again.” I tear rolls down her cheek.
I stand up and give her a hug, “Lizzie, we can still be friends, you have my cell number, call or text me any time, and when I get back to LA we can catch up and have a coffee or a drink or something.”
“That would be really nice Eve, I’ve enjoyed spending time with you, I’d like to keep in touch.” She pauses for a few seconds, “My taxi’s here Eve, I have to go.”
“Already Lizzie? Are you going to say goodbye to Scott?”
“No, I think this is best. We said our goodbyes last night. Speaking to him again will only make it even more difficult. See you Eve.” She walks out of the room and closes the door behind her.
I go to the door and open it up to watch her leave. As I look down the corridor I see Scott standing in the doorway to mine and Ash’s room. He looks sad. His head is bowed. Lizzie scuttles past him and I hear her utter, “Good bye Scott.”
Scott looks at her and mumbles, “Good bye my love.” Lizzie continues to walk towards the elevator. She presses the call button and the doors open straight away. She steps inside, the doors close and she disappears from sight. Scott steps out of the doorway and slumps against the wall, sliding down to the ground. His arms wrap around his raised knees and his head slumps in defeat.