by Finn, Thia
When he moved to the other breast, she arched her back to get him closer to her. He couldn’t believe she was so responsive to this little bit of foreplay but he was enjoying every minute of the pleasure he gave her.
Fisting his t-shirt from the middle of his chest in an attempt to remove it, he sat up enough to let her finish. She ran her hands down his hard pecs stopping and gently capturing his pierced nipples between her index and middle fingers. She loved the feel of his warm skin and when she ran her finger around his nipple, he sucked in his breath. A shy smile formed on her lips when she realized what she could do to him with a simple touch. She never knew she could possess this kind of power over a man.
Pulling her to him, he kissed and nipped at her lips while his warm hand inched down her body. KeeMac was afraid if his movements were too harried he would scare her, and he wanted to savor every minute of this first touch. Finding the top of her shorts, he grasped her hip bone and pulled her closer so the spot where she needed more friction was firmly against his leg. Of her own volition she rocked her body against him, loving the feelings she was creating inside herself. He sensed her need but wanted her to take what she desired at her own pace.
Chandler chased an elusive feeling, this heated sensation building inside her, not fully understanding how to make it happen without his help. Her panting and moaning were getting louder and he kissed her deeply to cover some of the sound. KeeMac’s hand slid down her outer thigh, getting lost in the feel of her soft, smooth skin. When he found the edge of her shorts, he traced under the hem until he felt the scrap of lace covering where he wanted to be. After a few strokes on the outside of the wet lace, he dipped his finger under it to find her soft layers soaked and ready for him.
“Fuck, Chan, you are so wet already. I don’t know how I’m going to hold out much longer for you.” Chandler couldn’t make a coherent sentence at that moment if her life depended on it. She had reached the point of almost shaking with need. When his finger moved into her slick crease and found her clit, her body bucked off the mattress and she let out a desperate whimper. He held her close to him with his other arm, whispering to her in between their panting and kisses, “It’s OK, just let me touch you. I promise, you are going to like it.”
In her mind, she thought ‘like it’ was not even close to the words she wanted to use. This feeling was so exquisite she had no words for it. “Please, Keeton.” She didn’t exactly know what she was begging for but whatever it was, she was ready for it.
Gradually sliding one finger, wet from her sweet juices, into her warmth he worked it in and out until she was writhing under him. He added a second finger, curling it upward, stoking her inner walls to find just the spot that would satisfy her most. He stroked her with gentle but firm pressure, those two fingers relentlessly rubbing the rough patch inside her as he worked her clit with his thumb at the same time. The sensations he created took Chandler to the brink and she thought she was going to pass out. The intensity of pleasure erupting inside her made every muscle tense all at once. She was trembling, almost convulsing involuntarily, the air trapped in her lungs kept her from screaming to the heavens and she couldn’t seem to remember how to make them work again. Keeton seemed to know what was happening, that she was about to scream because he had her lips captured tightly with his, his own breathing coming hard and fast through his nose as he worked his hand and held her tight. But the last thing either of them needed was her screaming alerting the entire bus as to what was going on in the room KeeMac was supposed to be in alone. Then her inner muscles clamped down on his fingers like nothing he had ever felt. He continued his assault on her senses until her body stopped trembling.
When Chandler finally felt her senses return to something that resembled normal, she opened her eyes and looked at him, and he gave her a small smile. “You OK?” She couldn’t answer him with more than a nod. She didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or thrilled. He pulled her to him and kissed her tenderly.
“You are so beautiful. That was amazing. I have never in my life seen anything like that,” he whispered to her, his forehead pressed to hers. She still could not find the words to comment on what she had just experienced. He continued to hold her, breathing in her hair then told her, “Go to sleep, Chan. It’s a long day again tomorrow.” She burrowed down beside him when he pulled the covers over them and she slept the best sleep ever.
KeeMac, on the other hand, did not sleep. His dick was so hard from that little scene he had just witnessed, that he didn’t think anything short of all-night fucking was going to resolve his misery. He knew in his mind that he had witnessed her first orgasm. There was no doubt from touching her and how unbelievably tight she was that she was still a virgin. He realized that he could not be the douchebag to take that from her, especially not on a tour bus. She was too special for someone like him to claim. What he didn’t know was how she was going to react if he rejected her again in the morning. But he knew he had to set her straight first thing though. No more midnight rendezvous with her. It would kill him to do it but he knew it was the best thing for her.
What would be worse was if she took action into her own hands and brought a guy back to the bus. He knew this was a given for the others on the bus. Well, except maybe for pussy-whipped Ryan. But hell, they had talked about it at length on several nights when they first found out about the tour. But he hadn’t thought about her hooking-up with some guy from the road, until now. And even though the idea tortured him, he decided he would have to let it go because he couldn’t control what she did and after her response to him tonight, he knew she would want more physical contact.
But how was he going to stand being so close to her after this and not be the one she was with, instead of standing by, watching her with some prick she might pick up along the way? She was gorgeous in every way possible. He could still smell her scent on him which made his dick throb even more. He had to go to sleep. He tried counting in his mind and tried thinking about baseball stats hoping to ease the massive wood that their encounter had caused.
When he woke up several hours later, he noticed the sun coming through the blinds above the bed. She had turned over and he had followed, spooning against her sweet little ass. All that came to his mind was he should have put her back in her bunk last night while everyone was asleep but he couldn’t bring himself to let go of her. If he only had this one night to be with her, he wanted to enjoy every single minute of it. He could only pray that the others weren’t up yet. Their night together was not something he wanted to answer for to the rest of the band this morning. He had enough problems to worry about. He slipped out from behind her and went into the bathroom. Looking down the hallway, he could see there was no one sitting in the living area yet, which offered him some relief. Back at the bed, he scooped her lithe body up from its warm indentation. He carefully laid her in her bunk, thanking God she had one on the bottom.
He kissed her lightly on the head, pulled her curtain closed and stood up. He counted to five; he had dodged a potential bullet, until he realized he was staring directly into Ryan’s face. And it wasn’t a smile there to greet him. The look Ryan gave KeeMac said enough to let him know that they would be discussing this later. KeeMac needed more sleep before he could deal with bullshit, but even worse, he need a long shower to relieve his extensive case of blue balls that had been there all night.
Chapter Ten
Albuquerque’s blue skies greeted the band when they all finally awoke to Cash’s morning wake-up call.
“Rise and shine kids! Lots to do with what’s left of the morning and then you can take the afternoon off,” Cash informed them all. “Catch me on my cell if there are any problems. I’ll be busy most of the day but you all have sound check at two. There is a car waiting outside to take you to caffeine and sustenance.” He left the bus after staring into sleepy faces.
“That gives us three hours and I vote we go get some breakfast,” Carter mumbled after squinting longer than should be necessa
ry at the clock.
Grumbled affirmatives from the group were followed by a flurry of activity as they all got dressed and tumbled out of the bus and piled into the car that accompanied the bands. Unloading from the car at local diner, they were seated by a hostess that had a hard time forming coherent sentences in their presence. The guys sported ball caps and sunglasses, something that would eventually become their typical morning attire when they tried to do normal everyday things like eating out.
Chandler found herself on the opposite end of the table from KeeMac, with flashes of their midnight visit still tumbling through her mind. She was surprised when she woke up in her own bunk with no memory of how she got back there. It had been an amazing night but was the morning going to be like their last time together? She couldn’t get a read on KeeMac’s face so she went with the flow. Maybe he didn’t want the band to know about them yet. She didn’t know how she felt about them knowing either, so it was best to play along with his nonchalant attitude.
The guys flirted outrageously with the waitress during the entire meal, and she was definitely enjoying the attention. Young and cute, she offered KeeMac her phone number, and he slipped it in his pocket. Before walking out the door, he told her he would leave her a ticket and pass at the gate so she could come backstage to the meet-and-greet after the concert. The girl squealed loud enough to disrupt all of the patrons in the diner.
“I see you’re not wasting a damn minute lining up tonight’s entertainment,” Gunner popped KeeMac on the back as they walked back to the car.
“Hell yeah, isn’t that one of the fucking perks we were promised?” he responded.
Chandler shot a look at him before she ducked into the vehicle. What the hell? Did I hear him correctly? She wasn’t sure she was registering his comment. After the flirting, the personal attention he’d paid her, and the night they had spent together, he was going to replace her with a groupie just that fast?
Fist-bumping the rest of the guys in the car, KeeMac laughed and made comments about the waitress being hot, and assured them he planned to line-up several more ‘hotties’ for the evening, and encouraged the others to do the same since the bus wouldn’t be pulling out until the morning. They talked about the after party being held at a club downtown with the guys from Frission, and there would be several chances for engaging in ‘perks’ all evening.
Chandler kept her face blank during the entire ride, only Ryan seemed to give her much thought. He knew that look; he had seen it before when the guys dated girls while they were playing local clubs. Usually they were one-and-done girls, but when any of them kept one around for a while, it always ended with the girl getting hurt. KeeMac was notorious for it. Ryan had hoped their lead singer would do better by Chandler, but it looked like it was already off to a bad start.
Hoping to make Chandler understand what she was getting with KeeMac, Ryan commented, “Hey, remember that chick you snuck into the van with us, KeeMac? We were down playing that show at South Padre? Dude, that chick was so hot for all of us, we couldn’t get her out of the van for three nights.” He fist bumped each of the guys to the guffaws and vulgar comments about her smoking hot body and, her, uh, “multiple talents.”
“Yeah, that’s right,” said Carter. “KeeMac was going through hot chicks every time we stopped at a damn venue.” He directed the comment to Chandler not realizing this was exactly what she did not want to hear. The guys spent the rest of the ride back reminiscing about the escapades they had while playing Texas venues in their early days.
Nothing they had to say interested Chandler though. It all only served to make her feel sick at her stomach. By the time they reached the venue, she bolted from the car and sprinted inside to the restroom. She was thankful the guys couldn’t go in the women’s room because she emptied the contents of her stomach as soon as she entered the stall.
Despite her feeling horrible, their set on stage had been phenomenal that night. When AD left the stage, they filed past Frission preparing to go on. The headliner’s members commented to AD what a great job they did getting the audience fired up for their performance. Receiving praise from the Frission members only added to their euphoria the stage provided. AD went straight to the dressing rooms to rehydrate after sweating through their clothes onstage and clean up before the meet-and-greet.
Chandler was thankful she had a dressing room to herself, being the only female on the tour. She wanted to just go back to the bus but was required to go to the meet-and-greet, so she decided to wear one of the outfits Peri made her buy for them. She picked a short, skin-tight, rhinestone-studded leather skirt and a see-through top that definitely had an authentic rock star-look without looking slutty. She wouldn’t be mistaken for a groupie, that’s for sure. She put on the sparkly azure blue “fuck me” stilettos that Peri said were ‘a must-have’. The rhinestone bra Peri bought to go under the shirt did not disappoint in its intention either.
Chandler couldn’t believe she was going out in public looking like this. She certainly was not trying to compete with the groupies that mobbed the stage during their performances with hopes of getting backstage for the party. She paced the small dressing room trying to muster the courage to leave the room when Camille came in.
“I thought you might need a little help before the first big party but I can see you’ve already done an awesome job choosing something.” Camille looked her up and down, and started fooling with Chandler’s hair. “You are smoking hot, girl! And you definitely won’t be flying under the radar after tonight.”
“Yeah, I’m not going to make the after-party, just the meet-and-greet.”
“Why the hell not? You’ll get their attention the moment you walk in that door! Even the Frission guys are going to be fighting for a little time with you.”
“Not something I really want to do. Actually, I was thinking about getting a hotel room tonight so the guys could have the bus to themselves. I don’t want them to feel weird about bringing their guests home, and I can get a good night’s sleep and be back before we leave in the morning.”
“Chandler, first of all: you are part of this band. Don’t feel like being here is going to deem you a ‘cockblocker’. And second: what makes you think you’ll not be bringing someone of your own back, too?”
“Nope, not going to happen. I have higher standards than that.” Chandler’s face turned red just remembering what she had done last night on the bus. From the looks of how today turned out, she simply had been a warm-up act for KeeMac. God, so this is what it feels like being played for a fool? It sucks. Lesson learned.
Cash knocked on the door and opened it. Looking Chandler over he said, “Great, you look perfect for the first meet-and-greet. We want the fans to see you’re part of this band in a big way. Twitter and Facebook have been blowing up with questions about Jacoby’s gorgeous replacement. After tonight, with the press in the room and the airtime you’ll be receiving, your look will definitely set you apart.”
“Is that what you want, considering I won’t be here all that long? I was hoping to just fade into the background, which is why I’ve tried to be low-key on stage.”
“Until he gets back with the band, you are a major player in AD. Your notoriety is good for the band, and we want to play up anything that gets them publicity at this point.” Cash was already heading out the door. “Go on into the big room at the end of the hall in a few minutes, smiling and looking happy to be there, please.” He gave Camille a parting glance letting her know it was her job to get her there looking perfect.
“OK, sweetie, time to put on your game face, and be ready for A-N-Y-THING!” Camille pulled out a tube of bright red lip-gloss touching up Chandler’s lips. “You are beautiful and talented, just remember that. Now let’s see some rock star attitude!” Chandler almost had to push her out the door.
The feeling creeping over Chandler was anything but rock star-like as she approached that room. She plastered on a fake smile, took a deep breath and walked through it feeling
like the lamb being led to the slaughter.
Nothing could have prepared her for the next two hours of her life. The press hadn’t been allowed in yet but the groupies outnumbered the two band members at least three-to-one. Women, in various state of dress, or undress, as Chandler was more prone to think of them, were abundant. Two of the guys from Frission had women already between their legs rubbing down their crotches with the fabric stretched to capacity, and it was obvious to her where that would lead. Her own bandmates had two and three girls each hanging on them, wrapped around them or licking up their necks. Everyone that was, but Ryan, who sat in the corner with his Corona enjoying the view. She decided Krissy must be okay with look-but-don’t-touch. When he spotted Chandler, he wound his way over to her.
“Chandler, wow, you look amazing! You should rock this look onstage, too. It would amp up your fan base fast. You did make sure the press got some great shots of you before you came through the door, right?”
“Yes, I did. They took so many I couldn’t see for a full five minutes when I walked in here.” Pointing to her feet, she added, “So, these shoes are probably not going to happen onstage,” sticking her foot in the air in front of her. “Do you have any idea how much these are already hurting after less than fifteen minutes?”
He laughed at her. “Yeah, I can see that. Krissy loves those fuck-me heels. I’m a pretty big fan, too!” he confessed with a wiggle of his eyebrows, causing Chandler to laugh at him. Happy to be enjoying his antics, she finally felt comfortable enough to look around the room. “You want something to drink? They have anything you want.”
“You already know I’m not much of a drinker. Do they have wine?”
“No, afraid not. But they have bottles of that girly fizzy stuff in flavors. You might like one of those.” She decided to give it a try. Maybe a drink right now would help her relax.