by Emme Rollins
“Yeah, I was.” He held my face, his nearing. “We didn’t kiss before. Gimme those sugar-lips.”
His mouth closed over mine, thereby nullifying all my good intensions. I had never been so…slutty before. I really should have been ashamed, but I couldn't seem to muster these emotions. Who was I kidding? I had dreamed about this guy since my freshman year. I was a goner from the word go, and things would only become more interesting from here on out. I didn’t expect him to express his undying love and devotion. I didn’t expect a future with him. My line of thinking was far more immediate, instant gratification, if you will, and not a mansion in the hills with a fleet of maids. I was a realist after all. The most I could expect was a night of really, really HOT sex.
If his kissing skills were anything to go by, I was going to enjoy myself immensely. His lips were soft and firm, his tongue invading my mouth. I met it, thrusting and parrying, breathing in his scent. He had showered, and his hair was still damp, the aroma of a spicy soap teasing my senses. My fingers threaded through thick, luxuriant hair. His hands were not idle, having unzipped my dress, the material hanging slack from my arms. With one tug, it fell to my waist, revealing a black lacy bra, which barely contained my abundant breasts, the excess spilling out on the sides.
“Wow,” he murmured, but then he kissed me again.
A creamy sludge began to seep into my panties, soaking the material instantly. My body buzzed with the contact, my tummy flipping over, as thousands of butterflies seemed to flutter at once. I grasped his shoulders, my fingers digging into a taut expanse of muscles. The dress was now at my feet. He’d pulled me near, his hardened shaft pressing into my belly, while fingers massaged my back.
His breath was near my ear. “You’re amazing.”
“So are you.” It was mildly astounding that of all the thousands of women who had been screaming for him tonight, throwing their underwear onto the stage, I was the one in his arms. It was his breath in my ear, sending tingles of pleasure down my spine. His hands were on my body, rubbing, exploring, moving lower, and cupping my buttocks.
“Now this is an ass. It’s so soft and fat,” he growled. “I love it.”
He’d called me fat, but it came out sounding like an endearment. “I’m too big.”
“Oh, no. I like this. I want this.” He’d maneuvered me to the bed, his body on mine, his face was in my neck, nibbling, teeth grazing my skin, while his hand had gone to my breast; a nipple was between his fingers. “I gotta see these. Oh, God…”
He grasped the mounds, pressing them together, burying his face in the cleavage. I held him, gazing at the ceiling, which revealed another mirror. I saw a naked, blonde woman with an impossibly sexy man on top of her, his buttocks rounded to perfection, his thighs tapered, and his back flexing with hidden muscles. The way I looked shocked me for a moment. It was like Art History class all over again, staring at one of those classic oil paintings of a full-bodied woman. My chin was up, my expression rapturous, and…the night was about to take a sultry turn. He kissed me, driving his tongue deeply. I clung to him, feeling the tip of his cock at my portal.
“I gotta ask something…I apologize about this,” he said.
“What?”
“I’m clean. I’ve been tested…a lot. How about you?”
He was asking if I had a venereal disease. “No, I mean, the last time they checked it was no.”
“When was that?”
“Six months ago. I haven’t been with anyone since.”
His gaze was questioning. “You’re kidding.”
“I don't have a boyfriend at the moment.”
A hand moved towards my hip, fingers pressing into pale, quivering skin. “So we’re both clean. Can we skip the condom? I’m not gonna get you pregnant, am I?”
I wasn’t on the pill. “You might. I’m not on birth control.”
“Shit!”
“Sleeping with the boss wasn’t in the contract. I didn’t come prepared. Sorry.”
His face was in my neck. “I gotta have you. I…fuck! I won’t come in you. But…please…I gotta…”
My arms closed around his back, my mouth connecting with his forehead. “It’s fine. Just don’t forget to pull out.”
He growled low in his throat. Messy hair fell into his eyes, as he glanced at me. “Okay, we’ve established the ground rules. It’s sorta safe sex, and the rest is luck.”
I laughed at the look on his face. “If I had known, I would’ve gotten on the pill.”
“No, it’s my fault for being a horn dog. Don’t worry about it.” His eyes roamed over me. “You’re like a hot version of Adele.”
“Stop that.”
“It’s true. I’m gonna enjoy every second of this. We got a thousand miles ahead of us. I don’t plan on leaving this bed.”
Oh, boy. Not getting pregnant was going to be a challenge. “I like the sound of that.” My hand closed around his cock. “Mr. Stevenson?”
“That’s not my real last name. It’s Vigor. Roger Vigor.”
“Roger?”
“Yeah?”
“I want to get a better look at this.”
“I bet you do.”
I sat up, leaning over him, while my thumb ran across the tip of his phallus, wiping away clear fluid. “This is impressive.”
“So I’ve been told.” His grin was wickedness personified.
“I can’t wait to feel it without the condom.”
“I think I can accommodate you.”
“Oh, I know you can.”
He touched my face. “I’m all yours.”
The bus swayed gently, the sound of the engine hidden behind thick insulation. Only music played, the melody soulful, sexy, and filled with all the promise of an evening of carnal delights yet to come.
“I love sucking cock.” Closing my lips around him, I tugging gently, enjoying the way he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair.
He collapsed against the pillows. “Ah…man. Fat bottomed girls make my rockin’ world go round.”
Chapter Seven
I giggled at that, but I had other things on my mind. The way he felt in my mouth had the muscles in my pussy contracting. I was entirely ready for him, but I didn’t want to rush to the finish line, although that would more than likely happen, especially considering how aroused I was. It felt like the first time I had ever had sex: new, exciting, and slightly out of control, but I preferred it this way.
“Oh, baby…”
My hand closed around the shaft, while I pumped him, flicking my tongue against the tip, leaving streaks of wetness. Copious amounts of pre-come leaked, salty-tasting and musky. I suckled aggressively, eliciting a string of manly groans that filled the room. Instinct took over, and I was about to climb on top of him, but he grabbed me.
“Not so fast.” He was behind me in a flash, grasping the fleshy expanse of my hips, while the tip of his cock prodded the velvety opening. “I’m sorry about this,” he rasped. “Oh…man…”
I braced myself on the covers, glancing at my reflection in the mirror, seeing heavy breasts jiggling, while the man behind me thrust deep, embedding to the balls. The intrusion was staggering. The size of him, the length, the width opened me up to the limits of what I could stand.
“Oh, Roger! Omigod!”
“Hang on, baby!”
In that moment, as he slammed into me, rubbing against something indescribable, I knew I would lose control. This was unadulterated, unbridled hedonism at its best. As I moaned, sounding like a wounded animal, I knew the orgasm that threatened would be crushing. Every cell in my body was cognizant of the violence of the pleasure, forcing the muscles in my pussy to clamp around the object that thrust remorselessly, filling me repeatedly.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No! Don’t stop. Oh…God…” I flung my head forward, hair falling to the bed. “Ooohhh…”
“Sweet Jesus, you feel nice.”
I couldn’t even think at that moment. My body had dissolved into a
puddle of sensation; my brain wasn’t able to form one intelligent sentence, and, yet, it didn’t matter because the approaching tsunami was just about to hit my shores.
“Roger! Oh, God, Roger!”
“Yeah, baby, you got it.”
He didn’t let up for one second, his balls, heavy with semen, slapping against my pussy. His breathing was ragged, his thrusts sharp, and, in the space of several heartbeats, I screamed, the force of bliss so swift and sweet flooding my system, leaving me throbbing with dozens of convulsions.
“Oh, God!” he shouted, withdrawing in time to splash whitish fluid onto my bottom. “Brandi! Baby!”
I fell to the bed, trying to remember my own name, but I drew a blank, although he had just uttered the words. Roger reached for several tissues, wiping the moisture away. Then he was next to me, drawing me into his arms, kissing my forehead.
“That was really nice.”
“Um…”
As the truck vibrated beneath us, the wheels turning towards our destination, I closed my eyes, drifting to sleep. We lay together entangled amongst the sheets, his arm around me. It was the call of nature that eventually woke me. He sensed I had stirred, groaning, pulling me closer.
“Where are you going?”
“I have to use the bathroom.”
“Okay.”
I was surprised he hadn’t sent me away, but he didn’t seem to mind that I was still with him. I slid from the bed, heading for a small room with a sliding door that revealed a compact toilet and shower. The lights in the ceiling were dimmed. Glancing at my reflection, I glimpsed make up under my eyes.
“Oh, man.” After washing my face and hands and using the facilities, I ambled into the bedroom, seeing Roger naked and grinning. “Should I go?”
“Are you kidding?”
“I just thought, maybe you wanted your privacy.”
He held out his arms. “Come here.” The way my tummy flipped over in that instant was slightly worrying. I sat on the bed, and he grabbed me, pulling me to him. “You hungry?”
“Starving.”
“I’ll tell the driver to stop somewhere. What do you want to eat?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It’s mostly fast food.”
“That’s fine.”
“You like hamburgers and fries?”
My tummy rumbled. “Yes.”
He held a phone, pressing a button. “Yeah. Hey, listen, we gotta eat somethin’.” There was silence for a moment. “That sounds good. Thanks, guys.” Roger glanced at me. “They’re pullin’ into a burger joint.”
“Great.” I didn’t want to appear too eager, but I was incredibly hungry, especially as the effects of the marijuana had worn off, leaving me ravenous.
“This is gonna be a novelty.”
“What is?”
“Hanging out with a woman who actually eats.”
“Look, I know I’m not really your type, so, if you want me to leave, I totally understand. This was a bad idea anyway, mixing business with pleasure.”
His grin faded. “Let’s get this straight right now, okay. I don’t have a type. I like what I like, and it’s not written down anywhere. I’d really appreciate it, if you stayed.” He moved a strand of hair away from my face. “I like you.”
“I like you too. You’re not how I thought you would be.”
“What’s that?”
“Drunken orgies, plates of cocaine, stuff like that.”
He grinned. “You didn’t see me in my earlier years. I’ve mellowed.”
“You looked really good on stage tonight. I bet you look great every night. I have to confess; I’m a really big fan. I’ve had your posters on my wall since college.”
“You’re still in college?” He grinned teasingly.
“No, I’m not. Stop that.” The bus had slowed; we were turning off the road. “Oh, food.” I reached for my dress.
“So, now that you’re working for me, what’s your level of expertise, besides sucking cock like a champion?”
“I’ve got mad people skills,” I laughed.
“I hate people generally.”
I stepped into the dress. “It’s no wonder. They’re coming at you from every direction on a daily basis.”
“You gonna contact those record company stiffs?”
My arms were behind my back, working the zipper. “I have to talk to Sharon about it. I just wanted to get those guys outta your hair. You don’t need that shit before a concert.” Moving the curtain away from the window, I spied a burger joint. “Do we go out or what happens?”
“We can go out, if you want. Or they bring it in. It’s your choice.”
He looked impossibly sexy with his nakedness on full display. “You probably should put some clothes on.”
“Come here.” He held out a hand.
I sat on the bed, smiling. “What?”
“I’ve been on the road for almost ten fucking years. It’s been a hell of a ride, but I’m tired, Brandi. I got a daughter I hardly ever see, a wife who’s fucking my ex-best friend, and I just want some peace in my life. I’ve had enough drama.”
“What can I do to make it easier for you?”
“You can start by gettin’ me a double cheeseburger, fries, and a Coke.”
“I think I can do that. Do you know what’s really yummy?”
“What?”
“Vanilla ice cream with one of those deep fried apple pie things. You dunk the pie in the ice cream.”
“Jesus, that sounds like heaven.”
“I’ll get two of those then.”
His hand wrapped around the base of my head, pulling me near. “Thank you, baby.” Soft lips met mine, as a slow, intoxicating kiss ensued.
It would be a struggle not to fall for this guy. I was already dangerously close to the edge, and I had barely known him for twenty-four hours. “I’ll be right back. Sit tight.”
He leaned against the pillows. “Yes, ma’am.”
Having been given a corporate credit card by Sharon, I raced to the burger joint with Ally in tow. “So, what were you guys up to?” It was the middle of the night, nearly three in the morning. A handful of customers were in the restaurant, as we made our way to the counter.
“Um…nothing.”
She elbowed me. “That’s a lie.”
I sighed. “I fucked up. I shouldn’t be mixing business with pleasure, but…”
“No need to explain. I’m glad it’s you and not Denise. I’m tired of that dumb twat. They ought to leave her at the next truck stop.”
I placed the order, and we waited for the food to arrive, standing by the drink machine. “You probably think I’m a slut. I know I’ve acted like one.”
Ally’s laughter resonated. “Look, there are no rules in this lifestyle. I’m not judging you. I like you, actually. You’re smart. You’re not a bimbo. I just hope things go well, cuz it sucks having this revolving door of assistants.”
“What happened to the last one?”
“She was a moron. She couldn’t handle the schedule. She was always on the phone dealing with her personal issues, rather than managing Roger. He’s a full-time job. You’ve only seen the horny Roger. Wait until the pressure builds or his ex-wife shows up. It won’t be so pretty then.”
“When is Clair showing up?”
“Oh, she usually pops in when least expected, and then she drops some bomb. They’re fighting over the kid now. It’s always something.” She reached for two bags of food, while I took the other two.” Ally had ordered a burger and fries as well. The ice cream cones balanced in a cardboard tray. We headed for the door. “I don’t expect to see her till New York, but who knows.”
“Okay, thanks for the warning.”
We strolled towards the tour bus; the outside was painted shiny black, with darkened windows. The roar of the freeway thundered with the weight of passing trucks. I took a moment to appreciate the fact that I was about to return to Roger, who was waiting for me on the bed, naked and…hun
gry.
Chapter Eight
We ate in bed, after I had undressed, enjoying the freedom of being naked and not caring in the least. I’d propped pillows behind my back, as Roger held a remote control, changing the music to seventies rock, which was interesting. The Steve Miller band played, while we ate, the bus having returned to the freeway.
“You mind this old stuff?”
“No, I love it.”
He sat with me, his thigh against mine. For a bed this large, we were literally joined at the hip. “Your ice cream pie idea was fantastic.”
“It is good, isn’t it?”
“You like barbeque?”
“Sure.”
“They got the best ribs ever at this place near Dallas.”
“Sounds artery clogging.”
“I burn it off in the gym.” He eyed me. “How about you?”
“The gym?”
“You work out?”
“Not that often.”
His face was suddenly in my neck. “I’ve got an idea for an exercise program.” He all but purred those words.
I shivered pleasurably. “Oh, I bet.”
“We can unload the calories and sleep till noon.”
“Mr. Stevenson—”
“Vigor.”
“Mr. Vigor.” I grinned. “I think I’m going to like working for you.”
He took the napkin from my hand, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Let’s start with some dictation. Then we can work on cunning linguistics.”
I laughed bawdily, “Now you’re talkin’.”
“First give me those lips.”
His mouth closed over mine, and I kissed him eagerly, holding his face, feeling the beginnings of a beard. My breasts were crushed against his chest; the nipples so sensitive, they ached at the contact.
“So sweet,” he murmured. “So soft.”
A manly hand was on my hip, squeezing and massaging, while he bestowed kisses upon my neck, nibbling the skin. My fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close, while a hand drifted between my thighs. I was soaking for him, throbbing and fairly bursting for his touch. Settling against me, his cock rubbed across the wetness, slickening instantly. His face was in my neck, while I wrapped my legs around his midsection.