by A. L. Wood
“Babe, it really would be best for you to remember that you are the manipulative asshole who forced me to be here. Just because I am here does not mean in any way shape or form that I want to be here. Or that I want you or at any rate I even like you. Just leave me alone.”
Liar! I want to shout, but she sidesteps me and leaves the bathroom. I relock the door behind her waiting for my hard cock to deflate. What is happening to me where aggressive altercations are turning me on?
I reach in my jeans and readjust my still semi-hard cock. I unlock the door. This conversation isn't over between her and I. Glancing around the bus, I don’t see her anywhere. She couldn't have left because we are currently driving to our next show somewhere in upstate New York.
I see Gage lying on his bottom bunk.
“Have you seen Natalie?” I ask.
“Yeah she’s in the back bedroom, with Liam.” He tells me.
“What are they fucking doing in there?” I yell, blaming him that they are alone. No one can resist Liam. My number is way higher than his but that's because of his extremely high standards. Most women will never adhere to them. Liam is a picky motherfucker and I will be damned he decides that Natalie fits his bill.
“I don’t fucking know Ryan. Why don’t you bust the door down and go find out?” Gage says, teasing me.
“Well I can’t just leave her alone in that fucking room with him.” I say storming to the back bedroom door. Shoving it open, the scene before me has fire lining each and every vein in my body.
Natalie is cocooned in Liam's arms, both there on their own volition. What feels like betrayal paralyzes me. Why am I feeling this way? She’s nothing to me. No one. If she wants to fuck Liam, wants to be a non-self-respecting groupie that’s fine by me. Let them have at it. I’m not going to be in the middle of a temporary sex affair because with Liam that is all it will ever be.
I look at her, hatred pouring out of me and I exit the way I came in. Quietly this time.
Just meeting him and she is already wrapped up in his arms. It’s a wonder she even fought going on this tour. Walking into the kitchen area, Gage is making breakfast. The smells of bacon and eggs permeating the air. I sit down at the table waiting for the food to be set out. Pulling out my cellphone, inputting our destination into internet search to see if there are any attractions for us to revel in. We have two shows at the Time Union Center. Good thing because that means we will be staying in a hotel.
I send a text to Mel asking what hotel we will be staying at not wanting to bother the driver. That way I can plan out a bit of a retreat for the guys and I. Maybe there are some local bars we can hit up. I would do well with a fresh piece of ass. Surely needing to get the Minx out of my head. Thoughts of her are only bound to get me in trouble with one of the guys. Every time I think of her my cock swiftly reacts.
Mel replies just as Gage sits plates full of bacon, eggs, French toast and sausage on the table. We will be rooming at the Hilton in Albany, for three days. Arriving the day before the show and leaving directly after the meet and greet then on to Buffalo, NY. Noticing that everyone has joined the table. I look to Natalie. When she takes notice that my eyes are on her she downcast hers.
Guiltily. My mind running fucking crazy. I race through all thoughts of what they could have possibly done since I left them alone. Well if she wants to piss me off, seemingly on purpose, two can play that game.
“We will be in Albany tonight, not playing until the day after next. I thought we could go out scoping around for some new pussy.” I announce. All the while staring at her.
She flinches, as if I cut her, somewhere inside. Deep inside. Hiding it as soon as she saw that I took notice. Ignoring her, pretending ignorance of her feelings, I glance around the table. Liam’s mouth is wound tight, annoyed maybe, a little pissed. Zepp, Gage and Jason agree readily all nodding their heads secretly. I look to Liam, in question if he’s joining or not.
“I think I’ll pass tonight. I’m not feeling well anyways.”
Floored, I know he’s lying. I would hate to admit it but because of him jealousy and I are becoming fast friends. That the Minx would even want to be in presence when she clearly detests mine, while he and I are best fucking friends, is beyond my comprehension.
Thus making me want to ruin whatever connection they have between them. “Yeah, you don’t look so well Liam.” Turning my glare to Natalie “I don’t think it’s your scene but you could join us, if you wanted.”
And with that I rise from the table, dismissing the conversation. Going to the back bedroom, grabbing my clothes. In need of a shower. For years, nothing has come close to flaring my temper. Unbelievable that this Minx, within days of meeting me is like putting a match to gasoline.
Steaming hot water, pouring over my body. I close my eyes and picture Natalie, how I previously saw her in the bathroom earlier today. With lust filled eyes. Imagining her opening her swiping her tongue over her lips. Teasing me, begging for my cock to enter her mouth. I slowly glide my hand down to my rising cock. Wrapping my hand tightly around my growing length. The water acting as lubricant I start to slowly stroke it. Picturing her on her knees, mouthwatering, pleading for me to fuck her face. Not able to deny her, needing her mouth as well.
I slam my cock in her mouth, again and again. Only allowing her short gasps of air. Furiously stroking my cock, that is now beyond rigid, as hard as I have ever been. So close, so, so close. Yanking my cock out of her mouth I demand her to stand up and bend over, succumbing to her need, greedily she complies.
I lift her skirt, push her panties aside then grip her hips and slam my entire cock into her dripping wet pussy. I can feel her vaginal muscles contracting around my cock, on the cliff of orgasmic bliss, myself on the verge of combusting inside her pussy, I reach around and start rubbing her clit franticly.
Opening my eyes as my dick starts pulsating, spilling my seed all over my hand. Dramatically disappointed, shameful to admit it’s the best sex I have had in a long time that I can remember. Mind made up – I must fuck the Minx out of my thoughts. There is no way she could ever live up to that one fantasy, even if given many a night to make it possible.
Drying my body off, someone starts pounding on the door. A new habit quickly catching on around here. Wrapping the towel around my hips, I whip the door open. Of course, the object of my fantasy in the flesh.
“See anything you like?” I say catching her off guard. Closing her then opened mouth
“Please, I have seen much better.” She rushes out, trying to convince herself or me I am not sure.
“Then how can I be of help?” I ask.
Trying to hold my hands by my side, the overwhelming need to yank her into the bathroom with me and fuck her up against the wall is almost will-breaking.
Chapter 11
Natalie
Steele escapes the table before I can tell him I am unwilling to accept his invitation to join the band in a night out participating in drinking and pussy scoping. He has to be the most frustrating person I have ever had to share oxygen with only inviting me out of obligation to the band.
I could feel the thick fog of tension when he made it bluntly clear the sole purpose of visiting an alcohol establishment was to get laid. Under the table, Liam had grabbed my hand and gave me a reassuring squeeze. Choosing not to go, to be an unwanted guest. If I had chosen to go I could easily predict that I would be left behind when they all found what they were looking for.
Definitely not my scene. And Ryan Fucking Steele knew it. His asinine arrogant attitude was way too much for me to handle right now. Overbearing ogre. I should go just to mess with his head. Show him that I can become a chameleon, blending into whatever atmosphere I am surrounded by. Parading around like I belonged.
I’m feeling the need to confront him. To turn his views on a backwards axis. Forgetting Liam’s hand was still on mine, I let go and rush to the bathroom where I saw he retreated minutes earlier.
Knocking on the door loudly, imp
atient to tell him that his challenge, as I view it was accepted. Steele pulls the door open rapidly, almost stumbling I catch myself. He’s naked, towel around his waist but naked nonetheless.
Think, Nat think. His being naked inches away from me has my bodies hormones running rampant. My mouth hanging open surely my salvia is about to start slowly dripping out of my mouth. Unaware of the sexual need firing in my veins, he half smiles a snarky grin.
“See anything you like?” Cocky bastard.
“Please, I have seen much better.” I most certainly lie. The man is sex in a bottle. A drink if picked up, I would never be able to put down. An addicting bad habit.
“Then how can I be of help?” He asks. If you only knew. An assuming asshole, he doesn’t see my innocence, at this moment he is the closest I have been to seeing a man naked. Ever.
Looking away from him in all his glory, I can feel my face flushing, my heart pounding in my chest and my stomach is swirling with butterflies. These feelings of attraction I have never felt. Only with him. Why couldn’t it be with someone else, anyone else? I start counting the tiles, trying to calm my body. These unwanted reactions to him.
“Are you there Minx?” He says in a light husky tone.
No longer able to ignore him, I look up. Eyes smoldering. He isn’t as indifferent as he proclaims to be. Before I can answer him he grabs on to my hand hard and pulls me then spins me around. My back slams the door shut.
My arms pinned above my head, held down by one of his hands.
I cannot hide from him how badly he is affecting me, my legs are shaking, adrenaline firing throughout my system. My lungs are gasping for air. I don’t know what I am more scared of, him or embarrassing myself. Like my natural shell protecting myself, I go into automatic defense mode.
“Have you finally lost it Steele?” I say taunting him.
He grins. Keeping one hand over mine, he reaches forward with his free hand and cups my chin. Forcefully yanking my jaw up so I have to look him in the eyes.
“No Minx, I think I have finally gained it.”
He runs his fingertips down my jawline, lightly brushing my neck leaving goose bumps in his touches wake. His fingers stop as they reach the seam of my shirt.
I want to beg him to just do it. Rip my shirt down and touch me. Touch all of me. Instead he runs his fingers back through the trail he previously paved over my neck then grips the back of my head with his large hand.
Slowly pulling me closer, wanting me to meet halfway. He leans his head in. So close that I can feel his breath on my lips. Unconsciously I run my tongue over my lips. Wetting them, anticipating his tongue gliding over my lips themselves. Barely an inch apart from our lips meeting, he pauses. Maintaining distance. My heart is thudding in my chest repeatedly and I know that he is not unaffected either. I can feel his hard cock rubbing against my leg. Wishing I wasn’t still pinned to the door. My vocal chords freeze, unable to say the words that I want to say. Asking him, begging him to just fucking kiss me.
Reminding myself, I am not his first. Nor will I be his last. All I am is a notch, a conquest of sorts on one of his many long lists I am sure.
I mask my emotions, letting the façade of being untouched fall over my face. This angers him. I see the glint in his eyes, he is considering throwing my actions in my face. And that’s when I know he has made his mind up. He wants to prove to himself that he could affect me. He kisses me. Hard. Rough. Demanding. Letting go of my hands, I run one through his hair. The other grasps his neck, pulling him as close as I can. His other hand now free, he pulls me up wrapping my legs around him. I open my mouth up to him, almost too easily. I am greedy for his taste, for his touch.
Our tongues are melding. Lashing. Taking and giving relentlessly. Neither of us submitting to one another. Neither of us feeling completely satisfied, unable to get close enough. We struggle against this battle. I use his hair, pulling him harder against me. He uses my ass, pushing my pussy against his hard cock as close as he can without removing my clothes.
This kiss, our kiss, is the kind of kiss you drown yourself in, refusing the very thing you need to breathe. Oxygen. Because at this moment he is my air.
So caught up in kissing him, I didn’t notice that his towel fell to the floor, pooling around his feet. Looking back it probably happened when he picked me up, the slow grinding most likely caused the slow loosening of his towel. For that matter I don’t think he noticed either, both realizing when my hand brushed IT.
He and I stopped kissing instantly, both looking down. It was fucking huge. I had never seen a penis but I am sure this wasn’t a normal one. It couldn’t be. If it was I think there would many, many women walking around legs bowed.
I wanted to explore it, examine it, to learn what made it hard, what made it get off? What made Steele get off? Reaching out my hand, this time to purposely touch it. Aiming to rub the head of his penis, where there was creamy liquid already forming. Then a hand, Ryan’s hand, smacked mine away.
Looking up, he was staring at me. A disgusted look on his face, directed at me. He looked like he was going to be sick, my touch had made him ill. Tears of utter humiliation wanted to break free, not wanting him to see and embarrassed I ran out of the bathroom to my bunk.
Laying down in my bed, closing the curtain. Trying to forget what just happened between Ryan and me.
I roll over to face the miniature window I stare out onto the Thruway. It’s in the middle of the afternoon, surprisingly we seem to be the only ones driving on this stretch of I-97. We are headed north to upstate NY. My view is tree after tree. Sometimes there is a break in between that’s filled with rock walls. Seeing warning signs for deer crossings and falling rocks. Home Sweet Home.
Layla is the only one, besides her parents who knows where home for me originally is. Not even school, they believe I am from Boston, I transferred a few months before senior year in high school. I didn’t want to have to explain to anyone where home truly was, or why I would have wanted to leave.
When you meet someone in college, the first questions usually are,
“What is your name?”
“Where are you from?”
“What’s your major?”
I never want to answer any of those questions, it’s no one’s business. I would rather stay to myself and keep my life private. Glad we are going so far north way past my hometown, it’s a town where everyone would rather stay their entire lives then break free and explore what the world has to offer. My parents were from Beverly Hills, that’s where they were raised in luxury and with lots and lots of money. They thought it would be better to raise their only child in the backwoods.
Of course we had a glorious mansion, nothing but the best. But it was country, all trees and rolling hills. Not too far away from the city that you couldn’t take a day trip. I will never go back there willingly, I sold the mansion. Moved in with Layla’s family which wasn’t that much easier seeing as how my pervious childhood home was across the street. I promised myself once I made it out I wouldn’t return. Layla has always understood this, she was the only person I had ever shared my plans for the future with. Her parents, my guardians at the time never showed any interest. I think my leaving made it a little easier on them, seeing me every single day only served as a reminder of the tragedy that had happened.
My mind going back to that lingering feeling of anger still reeling in my body. The frustration of earlier quickly dissipated any last effects of sexual attraction that I had been feeling. What in the fuck was Steele trying to pull back there? He is hot one second then cold the next. Cold mostly, almost heartless. I need to take away his power over me, cutting off all emotional access. Avoid him at all costs. Never allowing him the opportunity to be alone with me.
Liam will help me, once I tell him my plan and reasoning’s. The feeling of comfortability with Liam is foreign. I have only felt this way with Layla but she has been there since the beginning.
My emotions running rampant for the past few da
ys has been extremely exhausting. Sleep wanted to claim me and I was if not anything but a willing victim. Grabbing my iPod out from underneath my pillow, I plug my earphones in and insert them in my ears.
Clicking my music stored on my phone, knowing that listening to music is the only way I have a possibility of not having a nightmare. I hit shuffle all songs and one of my many favorites by Bon Iver starts playing...
“Come on skinny love, just last the year
Pour a little salt, we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in this moment this order’s tall”
Chapter 12
Steele
What did I just let fucking happen? God damn it. Jerking myself off and releasing in the shower did nothing to whet my appetite for her. When I opened the door and saw her realizing I was in nothing but a towel, her face flushing, I couldn’t help myself. I needed to touch her, taste her, and I needed her to submit to me. She didn’t. Not once. It was a battle of wills. Who would break first?
She had tasted of spearmint. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to strip her of her clothing and fuck her until she came all over my cock. Now left in the same situation I was when I entered the shower, hard and in need of a fuck. There is no way I am staying on the bus tonight. As soon as we hit the hotel up I am going out, a few shots of liquor and getting laid. I have to get this fucking girl out of my head.
Getting dressed, hating that my cock is still hard, I shove it in my jeans. Needing to express my thoughts, I grab my tattered notebook that I have had for years from my bunk. Sitting down at the now clean kitchen table, I begin to write a song. Still unsure if I want to share it with the band. It would truly showcase how cruel I can be. The words pour out of me…