by Jade Allen
Her cheeks were flushed almost the same color as her hair; her eyes were wide and dark. “You asshole,” she said, shaking her head and half grinning. “You are such an asshole.” I raised an eyebrow. “You know for a damned fact that I’m not going to say no at this point.”
“You can,” I insisted. “I won’t bother you at all. I won’t try and argue it.”
“You get me hot and then make me be the one to say stop,” she said, shaking her head. She looked for a second like she might say something else; but then she stepped forward and stood on the balls of her feet, reaching up to pull me down for another, deeper kiss. I pawed at her clothes—I wanted them off, I wanted her body pressed against mine with nothing between us at all. Olivia pulled back. “Not here,” she murmured, panting slightly. “Anyone could walk in.”
“Your bunk,” I told her. Olivia nodded, breathless, and turned towards the bunks. The bus was quiet for the night; I figured it was safe enough, as long as we played a little music to cover the noises. “Do you have a speaker?” Olivia looked at me over her shoulder, confused.
“No.” I stopped her at the bunks and reached up into my own bed space. I groped around until I found the Bluetooth speaker I’d brought with me. I turned it on and looked around. “This one’s mine,” she murmured, gesturing to the next rank down.
In a few heartbeats, we were both climbing into the bunk together. I took my phone out of my pocket and linked it with the speaker. I put on the first Strokes album and set it to random, and tweaked the volume until it was just loud enough to cover up any noises we might make. “There,” I said, turning to Olivia with a grin. “Now your secret’s mostly safe.”
I pinned her to the mattress, pressing my hips against hers, kissing her again and again. My cock ached and throbbed in my jeans; it was torture, knowing that I had to wait, that I had to hold back until I’d gotten Olivia right where I wanted her. I took a deep breath and went to work, stripping her clothes off bit by bit. Olivia kissed me on the lips, along the column of my throat, grazing me with her teeth, nibbling playfully at my earlobe, even as her hands found the hem of my tee shirt and tugged it up.
In minutes, we were both naked. No panties on her either, I thought as I peeled her pants off to reveal nothing but bare skin. I reached up between her legs and cupped her pussy with the heel of my palm, rubbing against the already soaking wet folds. “You’re not going to call this a mistake later, are you?” I asked her quietly, smirking to myself as I heard the soft moan leave her lips. I slid my fingers between her labia and stroked her up and down, barely missing her clit, teasing her. I rubbed my cock against her thigh; I needed some kind of relief from the pressure I could feel building up in it every time my heart beat in my chest.
“I’m not talking about that right now,” Olivia murmured. “If you try and make me I am going to shove you out of the bunk.” I chuckled, finding her clit by touch and stroking the little bead of nerves until she moaned. I kissed her, swallowing down the moans as Olivia twisted and writhed underneath me. She was so wet, so hot—I couldn’t stand it.
“Fuck, Liv,” I murmured, sliding one finger inside of her, “Fuck. I need you. Are you ready for me?” I worked my finger in and out of her as her muscles flexed around me, tightening. I was already covered in sweat, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Y-yeah,” Olivia replied, her breath catching in her throat as I added another finger. I kissed her again and shifted down between her legs, bringing my hand away from her hot, wet pussy for just a moment. I guided my cock up against her slick folds and Olivia wrapped her legs around my waist, pushing her hips down just as I thrust up into her. I groaned as her muscles flexed around me, clenching my teeth and struggling to hold back. She felt so good—so fucking good—it was almost impossible not to lose it right away.
I took a deep breath and focused down, rocking my hips against Olivia’s. I kissed her everywhere I could reach: her lips, her face, her neck, moving down to bury my face against her full, firm tits. I found each of her nipples in turn and latched on, sucking and licking as she moved underneath me and all around me, moans leaving her lips over and over again. I tried to go slow, tried to savor the moment, but she felt too good. I could feel the orgasm building up inside of me, the tension deep down between my hips, in the pit of my stomach.
Olivia fell into my rhythm like she’d known it all her life, and in minutes we were both going at it as if we were the only people on the bus, panting and gasping for breath, sweat mingling together on our bodies. I started thrusting faster and faster, kissing her more and more desperately, holding back by sheer force of will—I had to feel her come first.
I heard Olivia gasp; I felt her muscles all lock down at once. And then she moaned, her lips pressed against my neck, and her whole body shuddered. I gave into the climax, thrusting into her mindlessly as wave after wave of pleasure washed through us both, driving out every last thought in my head except for how good she felt, how good it felt to come inside of her.
I kept moving until the spasms started to abate. By the time I sagged against her, half-crumpling onto the mattress, Olivia was done too, panting and trembling in the aftershocks. “Trying Your Luck” swirled around us; it sounded exactly like the sex we’d just been having, the guitar runs wild and probing, the rhythm low-slung and caressing. “This was not a mistake,” I told Olivia quietly, wrapping my arms around her and burying my face against her neck. “You know it just as well as I do.”
“That really hit you hard, didn’t it?” I met Olivia’s gaze and shrugged.
“It bothers me a bit,” I admitted. I felt too good to even try and think of a lie. “Wouldn’t it bother you?”
“Probably,” Olivia said after considering it for a moment. “Okay fine, none of this was a mistake. It was a bad life choice.”
“You get to come this hard, get a great assignment out of it to boot, and it’s a bad life choice?” I shook my head. “What can I do to please you, woman?” She grinned slowly.
“In about ten minutes, you can have sex with me again,” she suggested. “If I’m going to make a bad choice, I might as well get full value for it.” I chuckled and kissed her sweat-sticky cheek.
“I will give you bonus value for your bad choice,” I told her. “Ten minutes. Just you wait.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Time to start thinking about waking up, everyone!” I groaned, wrapping my arms tighter around Olivia’s waist and pressing my face against her shoulder in protest. I had no idea what time it was, other than too fucking early. “Radio interview in two hours, folks. Check in at the hotel in an hour.”
“Jesus fuck, Hannah, shut the hell up!” I felt Olivia shaking with laughter at the sound of Jules’ voice from two bunks over.
“If you’re not out of your bunk when we park at the hotel, don’t blame me when Ron dumps a bucket of ice on you,” Hannah countered. I started chuckling too, my hands wandering up to Olivia’s tits, naked under the sheets and blankets.
“Check-in at the hotel in one hour,” I murmured lowly in her ear. “That’s enough time to fool around and get a cup of coffee.” I rubbed my thumb against her nipple slowly, back and forth until it hardened under my touch. “What do you say?” Olivia squirmed against me, a soft half-moan leaving her lips. Her hips pushed down, her ass rubbed against my already hardening cock.
“Everyone---everyone is going to know what we’re doing,” she said, her breath catching in her throat as I let my other hand slide down between her legs.
“Not if you’re quiet,” I pointed out, nibbling at the sensitive skin just under her ear.
“They’re like…five feet away,” Olivia murmured, even as my fingers slipped and slid between her slick folds.
“You’re already turned on,” I told her, keeping my voice playful. “I mean, if you enjoy waiting until we get to the hotel…” I nipped at her earlobe. “I’m fine with letting you get dressed and taking care of myself…and watching you squirm in the lounge while you try to
pretend like you’re working…”
“You’d jack off with the rest of the guys less than five yards away from you?” Olivia’s voice rippled with amusement; she shuddered as my fingers found her clit and started rubbing.
“I’d jack off with them in the same room,” I told her. “In fact, I’ve done it. We had to share hotel rooms last tour.” Olivia chuckled, a soft little moan leaving her throat as she began to move, rubbing against me, trying to get better contact with my fingers against her clit.
“If—if I didn’t have…really…really good evidence—to the contrary,” she said, panting, “I’d think…there was something to those rumors…” I laughed, sliding one finger inside of her slowly.
“No privacy on a tour,” I told her, working my finger in and out slowly, feeling her muscles flex around me. “I told you that the other day.”
“When you had me up against a wall…backstage…” Olivia shook her head. “Good thing I was wearing a skirt.”
“Why do you think I got you that way?” I slid another finger inside of her. “Much, much easier than sneaking back to the bus.” I turned her face towards me and kissed her on the lips. “Come on, Liv. I can feel how much you want this.” My thumb swiped against her clit, and her muscles tightened around my fingers inside of her, clamping down. “Everyone already knows we’re fucking.” I felt her hesitate for just a second longer; but then she turned in my arms, looking up into my eyes.
“If you make me scream, I’m going to write an article about you being the gayest gay man ever,” she told me, her lips twitching with the start of a smile. I laughed and slid my fingers out of her, covering her body with my own and bringing my mouth down to hers. I kissed her hungrily, shifting down between her legs.
“I’ll save making you scream for the hotel. After the show.” I guided the tip of my cock up against her, rubbing up and down along her labia. I could hear the guys tumbling and climbing out of their bunks, but Olivia’s wet heat felt way too good against my throbbing, aching-hard cock. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and thrust into her slowly, filling her up inch by inch. Olivia moaned, pressing her face against my neck, her arms tightening around me as I slid deeper and deeper inside of her. “See? You can’t expect me not…not to try for this…when you feel this good,” I murmured, my lips right up against her ear. I dipped down to her throat, kissing and nipping and nibbling as we both started moving together.
Olivia kissed me over and over again; she buried her face against my neck, against my shoulder, even as she pushed her hips down against mine, meeting every thrust, taking me deeper while her muscles rippled around me. Her legs wrapped around me, her knees moving up to my ribs, and I started gradually moving faster and faster inside of her. I let my mouth wander all over her face, neck, and chest; I latched onto one nipple and then the other, sucking and licking. Olivia twisted and writhed underneath me, her fingernails digging into my back. I could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm, the tension mounting in her body. I wanted—needed—to hold back just long enough to feel her start to come. I held back as I thrust harder and faster inside of her, kissing her over and over again, swallowing down her moans and the little muffled cries that left her throat.
All at once I felt the tension hit its highest point and then she shuddered underneath me. The last of my self-control dissolved as I felt her muscles clamping around me, flexing in fast spasms that made it impossible for me to hold back. I groaned against her lips, waves of pleasure coursing through me as I came deep inside of her. I kept moving for as long as I could, thrusting hard and fast as my whole nervous system crackled with orgasm. Finally, the spasms started to abate, and I half-collapsed on top of Olivia, barely holding myself up on elbows and knees.
“Hey! Nicky, Liv! Get out here before the coffee’s all gone,” Alex called from the lounge. I laughed, shaking my head, and pressed a lazy kiss against Olivia’s cheek.
“See? No privacy.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“So far, Jules and Mark are both out of the pot,” Dan said, settling into his seat in the lounge. “That just leaves me and Alex to duke it out over the money.”
“You’re going to have to wait two months after the tour for that,” Alex pointed out.
“Not if she breaks up with him right at the end of the tour,” Jules countered. “Then he wins by default.” A few feet away, I watched Olivia working on another piece for the magazine.
“What happens to the money if all of you are wrong?” She asked idly, not even looking up from her screen. “I mean, what if two months passes after the tour and Nick and I are still together?” Four other sets of eyes turned to look at me.
“What are you looking at me for?” I shook a cigarette loose from my pack and brought it to my mouth quickly, fumbling with my lighter for a moment before I could get it lit.
“I’m just trying to figure out if you’re really serious about going the distance,” Dan said, shrugging.
“Same,” Alex agreed.
“I wanted to see if you were going to start blushing. I was totally right,” Mark told me with a smirk.
“Everyone else was doing it, so I figured why be the only one left out?” I rolled my eyes at Jules’ deadpan.
“I’m not trying to get, like, a confession of love or something,” Olivia said, finally glancing up from her laptop. “I’m just curious about the status of the betting pool if everyone loses.”
“Money goes to Nick,” Alex ruled.
“But he didn’t even bet!” Mark scowled at him.
“Technically he did,” Dan said. “He bet without actually putting money on it that he’d…like, make it last or whatever.”
“You’re just saying that because you still have money on the line. Nick didn’t put any money in so he shouldn’t win any money either.”
“But you can’t have a betting pool with no winner,” Jules pointed out.
“We should ask someone in the mob,” Mark suggested. “They probably have betting pools where no one wins.”
“Right, because based on Alex’s status with the Miami drug dealers, they’re totally going to cooperate with any of us if we start asking questions about illegal gambling.”
“You could ask one of those casino places,” Olivia suggested, turning half of her attention back onto her computer. “Though they’d probably say the house keeps the money. And there’s no house here.”
“Do you want me to get the money or not?” Olivia glanced at me and grinned.
“Ah, she’s fucking with us,” Jules said, grinning even as he shook his head. “She’s trying to get material for her articles.”
“A fight in the band over money would be a good scoop,” Dan agreed.
“A better scoop would be catching Jules drunkenly grabbing Mark’s ass,” Alex said. “Anyway, I vote that if Nick’s able to keep his dick away from strange and actually manage to keep Olivia satisfied…” everyone snickered, “then he’s earned the money.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re the only one in the band with a girlfriend slowing you down, and you want to bring Nicky into your shame,” Jules suggested. He shrugged. “Whatever. He can win the money if he manages not to chase her off two months after the tour ends.” Olivia glanced at me, one eyebrow raised.
“I’ll split the money with you,” I told her, grinning. She rolled her eyes.
“I’m not just going to stay with you for money, you know,” she said.
“I know,” I told her, nodding. “But the money’s a good bonus, don’t you think?” I saw her lips twitch even as she struggled not to look at me.
“We’re about fifteen minutes from the hotel,” Ron announced, coming into the lounge from the back room on the bus. “Check-in should be smooth, but I want to make sure you’re all ready when we get there. We have a pretty tight schedule today.”
“Nick’s got an even tighter one,” Jules noted quietly. He shot me a little grin. “He’s got to fit in fucking Olivia at least three m
ore times today.”
“Whatever you guys do in your free time, as long as you’re not getting arrested for it, is none of my business,” Ron said, holding up his hands. “But we need to go over the schedule. You’ve got the radio interview in about an hour and a half; that’s going to take up at least an hour. Then we go to the venue, set up while you guys talk to another radio station on the phone, and sound check. You get some time after that for dinner and hanging out, and then the show.”
“And then back to the hotel, debauchery—except for Alex and Nicky—and on the road tomorrow?” I rolled my eyes at Mark’s question.
“Back on the road tomorrow,” Ron confirmed. “You’re all getting a day off in another three days, though.”
“So, if you don’t want to spend your entire day off doing laundry, might as well get some of it done tonight,” Hannah suggested.
“Alex can do it,” Jules said, grinning at our lead singer. “He’s going to be on Skype or phone with Mary all night after the concert anyway.”
“Not all night,” Alex protested. “Just for a little while.”
“Says the guy who was on the phone with his girlfriend for six hours yesterday,” Mark said.
“In any case, busy day today, travel day tomorrow. Make the most of the time you have.” Hannah shrugged and turned to head to the back where the luggage was.
“We’re right around the corner from the hotel,” Ron said. “Get ready to check in.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Are you going to give me the spare room key, or am I going to have to knock?” Olivia rolled her eyes at my question, grinning slightly even as her cheeks lit up with reddish-pink.
“Only if you don’t lose it this time,” Olivia said quietly, shifting her backpack on her shoulders as we walked towards the elevators. Her hotel rooms were separate from ours; the magazine booked and paid for her stays on the road. I told her more than once in the month and a half since the tour started that she could save them the trouble and the expense by simply staying in my room, but she insisted that she wanted to delay her bosses finding out about our relationship as long as she possibly could. “It was embarrassing to have to pretend like I lost my own key to get another spare.”