Guitar Face Series Box Set: Books 1-4

by Sasha Marshall

  “Holy mother fucker!” she screams and quivers around my cock. “Shit Kip!”

  Her orgasm drags mine even closer and I work even faster towards my release with sweat pouring down my face and my hair in my eyes.

  “Fuck!” I let out. “Milk it, baby!” I scream as I continue to pound into her as my dick twitches through the last drops of my orgasm.

  I collapse on top of her.

  ***

  Henley

  I wake sometime after the sun rises. It’s a fourteen-hour drive from Dallas to Macon in the bus. Mother Nature calls and the smell of coffee puts a damper on the likelihood I’ll return to sleep. I pad to the restroom and then to the living area. Rhys is already fixing my coffee which makes me smile.

  “Morning,” Kip greets as he stands and envelopes me in a hug. “The bus is stopping soon, Cash has to go.”

  I nod and drink my coffee. Memphis is staring straight ahead and seems to be concentrating incredibly hard on one spot.

  “What the fuck is up with him?” I ask Kip.

  “I can’t even fucking look at you,” Memphis tells me without moving his eyes from the chosen spot.

  “What?” I ask confused.

  “No man should ever have to hear that nasty shit come out of his sister’s mouth,” he says.

  Everyone except Memphis bursts into laughter.

  “I never thought Weezy was going to shut up about a fucking pussy monster or that bitch was ever going to stop singing about doing a dance on a dick and knowing that she loved that dick. I mean what in the hell am I supposed to do when I can’t sleep and my sister is fucking my friend on the other side of a thin wall… a very, very thin wall?” he continues.

  “You have headphones,” Kip says.

  “It didn’t block out the thump of the bass,” Memphis replies and buries his face in his hands.

  “You going to make it, bruh?” Rhys asks.

  “No. It felt like I was standing outside a porn studio last night, except my sister was on the other side. It was so incredibly fucked up,” my brother continues.

  “I rather enjoyed the ‘dirty little bitch’ and ‘nasty mother fucker’ parts. Cute pet names,” Rhys adds.

  “I think he’s jealous because now he knows what drummers fuck like,” Kip states.

  Memphis raises his head from his hands and looks at Kip. When his eyes land on me they quickly avert elsewhere.

  “Fuck! See I can’t even look at you. I feel like I did something dirty! You two can’t fuck on the tour bus anymore! Never again!” Memphis says and walks past us towards the back room.

  “The hell did he just say?” Kip looks at me confused.

  “He says we can’t fuck on the tour bus anymore,” I say.

  “Has he lost his mother fucking mind? He needs to go bunk with Koi. I will not ride on a tour bus where I can’t play dicky doo. It’s not natural to tell a man he can’t fuck. I’m having none of this!” Kip says dramatically and grabs a handful of marshmallows from nearby throwing them in the air for effect.

  Cash quickly moves from his seat to the marshmallows and inhales them. He then looks up at Kip like he’s saying, “Please do it again!”

  “Did you hear that, bruh?” Kip looks at Rhys.

  “Yeah I heard it. I’m cool with you two fucking, just don’t be pissed next time I’m back there and I show your ass up,” Rhys replies.

  “What did you just say to me?” Kip asks with a serious look on his face.

  “Bruh, we know I’m the superior drummer on this bus, which means my rhythm can out fuck yours any day of the week.”

  Kip looks at me and raises his voice into a feminine tone, “Say what?”

  “You heard me ass hat,” Rhys answers.

  “I’m positive I misheard you. No one surpasses my love making skills!” he yells.

  “Shut the fuck up!” Memphis yells from the back.

  “Henley, tell him!” he looks at me with exasperation.

  “Do not tell him, Henley!” Memphis yells again.

  “Kip has the most superior dicky doo skills that I’ve ever experienced, and that piercing only increases his prowess. Dear baby Jesus, I wish you had a vagina, so you knew what that big cock feels like inside and how that damn ring rubs on the right spot. It makes me want to explode every fucking time. I swear to everything holy I’ve never been fucked like that in my life,” I say and sigh thinking back on the fuck sessions we’ve had.

  It’s quiet so I look to my left to see Griffin, Rhys, and Kip staring at me.

  “Holy shit, she’s dick drunk,” Rhys says.

  “I think she is,” Kip says with a look of astonishment on his face.

  I raise my eyebrows neither confirming nor denying my dick intoxication level.

  “I kinda want a cunt right now so I know what it feels like,” Rhys adds.

  “Shit, me too,” Kip agrees.

  “I take it back, maybe I could learn a few things from you. I want a woman to look like that after I fuck her,” Rhys says.

  “What do they normally look like?” Griffin laughs.

  “Sated, but they never look dick drunk. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a dick drunk woman before today. I mean I thought I had, but I was clearly mistaken,” Rhys answers.

  “What did you do to her?” Griffin asks.

  “I fucked her,” Kip shrugs.

  “Can I watch next time?” Rhys asks.

  “Shut the fuck up with that shit already!” Memphis yells and we continue to ignore him.

  “No,” I say.

  “Go get your dick pierced, bruh. It will ensure a supreme experience of pleasure for your female companions,” Kip says.

  “Chris do it?”

  “Fuck no. Steph pierced it.”

  “Stephanie’s seen your dick?” I ask surprised I didn’t already know this.

  “Yep. She held my flaccid cock in her hands while she poked a large needle through it. There was nothing sexual about the experience. You okay now?” he chuckles as he takes in the painful look on my face.

  “10-4,” I answer and shiver.

  The bus stops and we unload to take Cash for a walk and stretch our legs. After I load Cash up in the bus, I search for the guys in the convenience store.

  “Don’t fucking do it!” I hear Joe yell as I enter the store.

  Joe, Kip, and Rhys are speaking to the clerk at the front of the store.

  Kip sees me and his face lights up with excitement, “Hen! You gotta hear this shit!”

  “No!” Joe says with a serious face.

  I walk over to see what in the hell Kip is up to now.

  “Henley this is my new friend Jamir. Jamir meet Henley, my girlfriend,” Kip introduces.

  Jamir and I exchange greetings.

  “Jungle peepers are real,” Jamir says.

  I raise my eyebrows in response.

  “Nope. I’m not doing this shit again. I’ll end up with malaria again,” Joe says.

  “You never had malaria Joe,” I correct.

  Rhys is laughing like a kid.

  “It feels like I had malaria. He talks it about it all the damn time!” Joe defends.

  “Bruh, calm down. You should look at the silver lining in the situation. You’re alive. You survived malaria and the jungle peepers. You, my friend are a warrior,” Kip advises.

  “Fuck that,” Joe mumbles.

  “Jamir, tell Henley about the peepers,” Kip says animatedly.

  “Do not tell her,” Joe says gruffly.

  Poor Joe has let Kip mess with his head. I think Joe really believes he had malaria.

  “They live in jungles and shy away from other civilizations. They are still very primitive and do not take kindly to foreigners. When tourists disappear in these jungle areas, they are often eaten by the local tribes,” Jamir says seriously.

  “They’re eaten by the peepers, Hen,” Kip says with his serious face followed by the “I told you
so” face. “You’re never going to South America again!”

  “Jamir, it’s been nice to meet you but I need some fresh air,” Joe says and leaves pulling his collar.

  I roll my eyes and go in search of food.

  “Wait up,” Kip says and circles his arms around my waist.

  When I stop on an aisle he rests his chin on my shoulder.

  “Darling, you should really stop fucking with Joe,” I tell him.

  “Sweetie, it’s so much fun,” Kip defends.

  “Blueberry, I think you’ve officially fucked up his head.”

  “Sugar plum, I can’t help it if the man has a weak mind.”

  “Lemon Drop, you are an evil man.”

  “Peaches and Cream, you didn’t seem to think so this morning when you spoke of my genital piercing.”

  “Your piercing could never be considered evil,” I say.

  He kisses the side of my neck, “You really were dick drunk this morning.”

  “Are you complaining?” I ask.

  “No. Dick drunk looks good on you, but only if it’s my dick,” he says and presses it into my back.

  “Jesus, you’re like a teenage boy,” I chuckle.

  “Are you complaining?” he asks.

  “No, you nasty mother fucker,” I answer and he bursts into loud laughter.

  Chapter 15

  Kip

  I wake to the sun shining in my eyes and Cash snoring like a grown man. I turn over in bed and find I’m alone. You don’t realize how much you miss your own bed until you can’t sleep in it for weeks or months at a time. Luckily, Hen’s bed is more comfortable than my own. I wake Cash and go in search for my beautiful blonde bombshell.

  I find her at the kitchen bar with her hair piled on top of her head, and her eyes on a laptop screen. I walk to her and wrap my arms around her small waist.

  “Good mornin’,” I say.

  “Mornin’.”

  “What ya doin?”

  “Trying to make a Christmas list. I want to get this shit over with today. I hate the damn crowds,” she gripes.

  “What time you want to head out?”

  “As soon as I drink my coffee and shower,” she answers.

  I kiss her cheek and let Cash out for a run and then join her in the shower. I dirtied her up before I rinsed her clean, and I’ve decided this is how I should begin all my days.

  I grab the keys to my Escalade and follow Henley out of the house. After a twenty minute drive we pull up to Dillard’s and search for a parking space for twenty more minutes. Henley hates the damn crowds, and hopefully her hair pulled into side braids and a cap tucked on her head will keep overzealous fans off our trail. I’ve tucked mine under a trucker cap, but have opted to leave all my other disguises at home. I can pull a lot of crazy shit off all over the world, but not here in Macon. The crazier I get with my disguises here, the more people notice me.

  We walk into the department store and I’m immediately surrounded by lace, lingerie, and pretty colors. “Oooohhhhh” my mind thinks. I need a cart so I can put half this shit in it and make Henley try it on. Merry fucking Christmas to me.

  Henley grabs my arm and pulls me forward, “We’ll come back another day for that. We need to get this shit and get out.”

  I scrunch my nose at her, “How did you know what I was thinking?”

  “You got that far away look in your eyes and a devilish grin on your face which only means trouble for me.”

  I pull her into my arms and lay a kiss behind her ear, “But you like trouble.”

  She giggles, “I do, but not right now. If you get my ass trampled I’m going to be pissed.”

  “I’d save you,” I wiggle my eyebrows.

  She rolls her eyes but smiles at me, and we proceed to the cosmetics department where she spends thousands of dollars on perfume, cologne, and makeup for gifts. I need to get her some stuff, so I give her a kiss and head to the shoe department. That’s right, I know my woman loves shoes, and I know her size. After I buy six pairs of shoes I take the bags to the car and head back in to the women’s department where I buy her some clothes, sunglasses, a watch, and lingerie. What? I couldn’t help it. It was beside the watch section.

  I also put a good dent into the rest of my shopping list, so I wandered around and found the home section where they happened to have all these awesome dog toys and beds. I loaded Cash up, bought the three of us matching stockings, and found a few more gifts for Henley’s stocking. You can’t go wrong with K-cups and an “Our First Christmas” ornament. She’s gonna get all emotional over that shit. Daddy knows his shit!

  I make a third trip to the damn car to relieve my arms of presents. Henley is heading towards me as I lock the Escalade back with her arms full. She has two men behind her carrying the rest of her bags, so I run to relieve her. Once we’re all packed in, we head to another department store around the corner to buy more gifts. This Christmas shit is a lot of work, but I like having Henley here with me even if it is more difficult to be sneaky around her. She’s nosy as hell about her gifts, and she always has been.

  I smack her ass as we walk into the second store, and she pinches my nipple in return.

  “Keep on and I’ll take you back to the car and give you a spanking,” I threaten.

  “Is that all I get?” she flirts.

  “Well, it depends on how good you are?” I tell her.

  “How about if I’m really bad? Can I see your piercing?” she licks her lips.

  I narrow my eyes at how she’s once again turned this around on me giving me a massive hard on.

  “If you’re really bad then I’ll let you see my piercing. I may even let you put it in your hand,” I wink.

  “Oh daddy,” she teases.

  We separate again to shop for the people on our lists. I’m picking out some things for Beau and Chauncey when a group of teenage girls approach.

  “Are you Kip Paxton?” the leader asks.

  I smile and lie, “No, but I get mistaken for him all the time.”

  One of them giggles and calls me out, “Those are the same tattoos he has, so you must be him.”

  “Shit. You caught me, but you can’t tell anyone I’m here,” I plead sweetly with my sexiest smile.

  “Can we take a picture?” the leader asks.

  “Only one. Then I have to find Henley before she kicks my ass,” I say.

  “Oh my God!” the girl with braces screams. “Henley Hendrix is here? Holy shit! She is like my idol! I want to be just like her! She doesn’t give a fuck!”

  Uh-oh.

  I look around and notice eyes are on me and would you like to take a guess at how many of those eyes belong to women?

  Fuck me.

  “Okay sweethearts. Let’s take a picture so I can go find Henley,” I say.

  Before I can take a picture with each girl, the crowd around me grows and I’m starting to feel a little claustrophobic. I try to ignore the additional requests for pictures and autographs and tend to my shopping. A security guy comes to my rescue and asks the women to step back so I can buy my gifts. When I’ve completed my purchase I turn around to see the crowd has tripled.

  I turn on my heel, throw a hand up in a wave, and walk away like I’m going to continue my shopping. I need to find Henley and get the hell out of here. I look back and see the crowd following me.

  Shit on a stick.

  I speed my pace up and duck between displays and racks of clothing as I try to lose the growing mob behind me. This was so much easier in New York City. I don’t have a lot of exit options here. I see the escalator and make a break for it. I run up the steps taking them two at a time. When I reach the top, I look both ways frantically searching for Henley’s hat. I spot her and break into a sprint but hear the crowd coming up behind me so I duck behind a mannequin. I grab the waist of the model and realize she has a nice ass. I didn’t know mannequins came with such nice asses. Do they have a mannequin cat
alog where you can pick out the tits and ass you desire? I need to get one of those catalogs.

  I hear a shriek behind me and realize I’ve been caught. Damn this mannequin and her nice ass. It distracted me from my ninja skills. I duck low and crawl through racks of clothes until I come to another mannequin. I chance a peek up and see Henley is about twenty feet away. I pick the mannequin up from the display and ease towards her. When I get close, I place the second lovely assed woman I’ve come upon down and hide between her and a wall. I pick up my phone and call Hen.

  “Hello?” she answers confused.

  “Hey,” I whisper.

  “Uh, hey. Where are you?” she asks.

  “Look to your right,” I say.

  I peek around Sandy, the mannequin I just now named. I see Henley look in the other direction.

  “No, I mean left. Fuck!” I whisper yell.

  “Why are you whispering?”

  “I have a little problem.”

  “Are you in a dressing room? I’m not getting arrested for lewd conduct for having sex with you in a Belk’s dressing room,” she chuckles.

  “Not in a dressing room. Look to your left, dammit!”

  She looks around and scans right past me.

  “Stop playing. Where in the fuck are you?” she asks.

  “I’m behind Sandy,” I answer.

  “Who the fuck is Sandy?”

  I peek out around Sandy again and she sees me.

  “What in the hell are you doing?” she furrows her eyebrows.

  “Stop doing that with your eyebrows. It makes me feel like you’re disappointed in me,” I pout into the phone.

  The mob is slowly inching towards Henley as we speak and she looks up to see them. She knows a crowd of fans when she sees one.

  “I’m going to fucking kill you. You don’t think you could’ve mentioned starting a riot right off the bat?” she whisper yells as she marches towards Sandy and me.

  I see the security guards trying to disband the women, but these men are underestimating a crowd of fans who fancy themselves a young, sexy stud such as myself.