The Stage: A Radical Rock Stars Novella

by Jenna Galicki

  She moaned under their touch. Unable to withstand their prolific tongue spanking, she started to tremble. A finger was inside her, then two. It was Angel and Tommy, both knocking on her G-spot while their mouths continued to lavish her with wetness. They removed their lips, but not their fingers, and kissed each other with their cheeks pressed against her thighs. She watched the passion that passed between them and felt it stem through to their fingers, which danced inside her. Their tongues traced a luscious trail across her legs so they could resume their respective positions. The moment Tommy’s tongue hit her clit, an orgasm ripped through her like a gunshot. She cried out as her body twitched from the sensations that reverberated through her. When they finally subsided, she was weak, and her legs shook.

  She loved when her men both brought her to ecstasy, but Tommy was still the center of attention. He was always the star of the show. He was the beacon of her and Angel’s universe and nothing pleased her more than bestowing him with a double dose of pleasure.

  She took Tommy by the shoulders and pulled him to his feet. His mouth landed on hers, and she tasted herself as his tongue dipped between her lips. Angel was already between them sucking on Tommy’s cock. She continued to kiss Tommy, caressing his cheek with one hand and resting the other hand on the top of Angel’s head. She felt Tommy sigh every time Angel took him deep in his throat. She wanted to taste his delicious cock as well, so she knelt next to Angel and offered her mouth. “May I?”

  Angel sat back on the heels of his feet. “Of course. You know I love to share.”

  She closed her mouth around Tommy’s shaft and drew on it like a cigarette. A drop of tangy fluid bathed her taste buds with its flavor. Then it was Angel’s turn. They alternated, each sucking on Tommy’s cock in their own unique way, causing Tommy to pant and grunt.

  She remembered that she had taken a small bottle of lube off the dresser in the tour bus when they were moving their things to the hotel room, and it was still in her bag. She found it and held it up with a lecherous grin.

  “You naughty girl,” Angel said, still holding onto Tommy’s shaft.

  Jessi accosted Tommy from the back and rubbed her breasts against him, while Angel stayed on his knees. She placed a series of wet kisses on Tommy’s shoulder and traced the wingspan of his muscular back. Her hands slid down the slender V that accentuated his waist. She lubed one finger, slid it between Tommy’s butt cheeks until she found the puckered orifice, and dipped the tip of her finger inside. He gasped and bent over slightly, eager for deeper penetration.

  She pushed her finger a little at a time, twisting and thrusting, until it disappeared. He begged for another digit to fill him. Tommy loved anal insertions. She had the urge to use the bottom of the bottle of lube, but they were running out of time, so she used a second finger instead. His body stretched and contracted, pulsing with pleasure, which made her wet all over again. She wanted penetration just as much as he did. She removed her fingers, and Tommy whimpered. He turned to look at her. Half-closed lids hooded his sky blue eyes, and a sexy haze peeked back at her. He bit his bottom lip and took in a deep breath before he spun her around so she faced the wall. She braced her hands on the metal railing, bent over and parted her legs. Tommy positioned himself behind her, and Angel positioned himself behind Tommy. He wrapped his arms around her waist and bent slightly, waiting for Angel.

  Jessi peeked over her shoulder to watch. Angel’s head was down, and she knew he was covering his cock in lubricating jelly. Then Angel threw his head back and closed his eyes, while Tommy let out a long moan.

  As Angel penetrated Tommy from behind, Tommy’s hips moved forward, and his cock hit Jessi between her legs. “Get ready for the ride of your life,” Tommy said, with his lips close to her ear. He adjusted his cock. One thrust from Angel and it glided into her pussy. Jessi gasped and inhaled a deep gust of breath. They knew how to please one another. Angel knew how rough Tommy like to be fucked, and Tommy knew how hard Jessi liked to be pummeled.

  The walls of the elevator car were highlighted with mirrored strips, which offered brief glimpses of their reflection. She watched herself at first. Her eyes fluttered upwards, and her mouth hung open, panting at herself and fogging a small section of the mirror. She glanced at the image of Tommy, his face covered in a flurry of blond hair. She watched them both, her eyes alternating between the rapture displayed on Angel’s face to the nirvana in Tommy’s eyes. She wanted to keep her gaze on her two men, but the sensations tearing at her insides made her chin fall into her chest and her hands grip the rail tighter.

  She forced herself to look up, and Angel’s dark eyes met hers in the reflection. They held their gaze on one another as he pumped his hips harder. He was fucking her through Tommy. It was essentially a double penetration without the discomfort. She’d had them both inside her at once plenty of times. Tommy in front, Angel in back, stuffed to capacity by the men she loved. Angel was huge. A monster hung between his legs, so she had often thought he’d rip her apart, but she didn’t care. The pain only lasted a few moments, followed by the most glorious ecstasy she’d ever known. The memory of being filled with the both of them simultaneously sparked her endorphins. Sensations flared inside her. She gripped the handrail until her knuckles were white. Her legs shook, and her breath came in heavy grunts.

  Tommy had her by the waist, his fingers digging into her flesh. His hair tickled her back as Angel drove himself deeper and harder. She felt each thrust push her further into bliss until it consumed her. She caught a brief glimpse of Tommy in the reflective mirror, and then of Angel, before her hands quaked, and she fell to her elbows on the railing. Her knees started to buckle, and she couldn’t hold herself up any longer. Tommy wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the floor. She was floating freely in Tommy’s arms, dangling like a rag doll, while he was inside her. Angel pushed Tommy’s cock deeper with each pump of his hips. She bounced in Tommy’s grasp, helpless as his cock hit the walls of her pussy. Her legs swung haphazardly, and she held onto his arms, which were still wrapped, tightly around her waist. She shuddered through a never-ending orgasm. The gravitational pull on her body made Tommy’s cock tug on her opening harder with each bounce in his arms, and the sensations kept multiplying.

  “Oh my God.” She panted heavily. “I can’t take any more.” But he didn’t stop. She knew by the slick heat inside her that he already came, but Angel was in charge. And he wasn’t done. He held Tommy by the hips and pummeled him, grunting loudly. Tommy was equally exhausted, and his heavy breath blew Jessi’s hair off her shoulder and into her face. She resigned to the assault of sensations and let them infiltrate her body. She felt like she was being electrocuted. Unable to do anything but accept the current that traveled throughout her body. But, unlike an electrocution, it wasn’t a jolt or a zap of pain; it was pure ecstasy infiltrating every cell of her body.

  Angel finally let out a long, deep groan and pushed his hips all the way forward. He extended his arms to include Jessi and sealed their three bodies together. Tommy’s arms relaxed and her feet hit the floor so she was standing on her own again, but her legs were like rubber. She reached for the railing for support and disengaged their bodies, causing a wet slippery trail of fluid to run down her leg.

  “That was fun,” Angel said, still trying to catch his breath. “I’m not sure we’ve ever desecrated an elevator before.”

  “Really?” Tommy crinkled his pale brows. “I thought we’ve done it just about everywhere.”

  They hadn’t exactly had sex everywhere, but they had utilized some interesting places. The bathroom at the Sydney Kingsford Smith airport in Australia had been fun. Cramming three people into a tiny airplane bathroom had been compromising. A quick romp in the bathroom during a holiday dinner had held an element of riskiness. Now that Jessi reflected back on their indiscretions, they seemed to be partial to bathrooms. Ah, but there was that one time when Tommy and Angel were on tour in Asia and had a rendezvous on the beach in Hong Kong. Tommy had
forgotten to take his underwear back to the room, and it had ended up on eBay. She rubbed her chin with her thumb and forefinger, wondering how much money it had sold for.

  The elevator started with an unexpected jolt of motion, throwing everyone off balance. Jessi fell into Tommy, and they both fell into Angel.

  “Shit.” Tommy grabbed his clothes. “Get dressed. Quick!”

  The elevator was on its way back up to the penthouse floor, so there wasn’t much time, and Jessi was frantically trying to pull on her clothes. She fumbled into her underwear and pulled on her jeans, which wasn’t easy from a standing position since they were skintight. Angel and Tommy were almost fully dressed, and Jessi was still topless. “Help me!” Angel helped her close up her pants while Tommy assisted her with her bra, and she slipped her top over her head. She was pulling on her boots when the doors opened to two men standing in the hallway ready to board the elevator.

  “Holy shit!” Tommy exclaimed. “Jeremy Kagan and Alan Delgado!”

  Jessi had no idea who the two men in the hallway were, but they were obviously rock stars. One had hair almost down to his waist, longer than Tommy’s, and both men had tattoos covering their arms. Additionally, they were on the top floor, which meant that they occupied one of the other penthouse suites.

  The three of them stepped off the elevator, Tommy leading the way with his outstretched hand. “I’m a big fan of Bulletproof. I’m Tommy Blade. From Immortal Angel.” He motioned to Angel and Jessi. “This is my husband Angel Garcia and my wife Jessi.”

  “Everyone in the music industry knows Immortal Angel,” the one with the long hair said. “Nice to finally meet you guys.” They all shook hands.

  “You too.” Tommy’s eyes glowed, and his smile gleamed with excitement. “It’s so awesome to run into you. I guess you’re staying in the suite down the hall?”

  “Yep. Been here since Saturday, and we haven’t gotten thrown out yet.”

  “That’s so cool,” Tommy said. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you guys since I heard you were on the lineup. I’m really looking forward to meeting Brandon.” Tommy was rambling like an excited fan, and Jessi thought it was hilarious. Never had she seen him enamored at meeting fellow rock stars. I guess rock stars get star-struck just like everyone else, she thought to herself with a smile.

  “I’m sure you’ll run into him before the weekend,” the guy with the short hair said. “He’s here, somewhere.”

  Jessi still didn’t know which one of them was Jeremy and which one was Alan.

  “I hope so.” Tommy’s smile never deflated. “It was really cool meeting you both.”

  “You too, but we gotta split. Me and Alan got a date with the craps table.”

  So Jeremy was the one with the long hair, Jessi realized.

  “Don’t take that elevator,” Angel warned. “We were just stuck in there for twenty minutes.”

  “Great.” Alan pointed to Jeremy with his thumb. “My worst nightmare – getting stuck in close quarters with this dude.”

  “Shut up.” Jeremy wrapped his arm around Alan’s neck in a headlock that looked sort of like a hug. “You know you love me.”

  The two entered the elevator anyway, while Jessi, Tommy, and Angel decided to wait for another car. Tommy stared after Alan and Jeremy with stars in his eyes. “I can’t believe we just ran into them. Brandon is staying in the same hotel as us. I can’t wait to meet him!” He spun around to face Jessi and Angel. “What are the odds?”

  “Do you want to camp out behind his door?” Angel asked with a teasing smile. “Maybe this Brandon Bullet, your rock star idol, will give you an autograph.”

  “Very funny.” Tommy let out a small laugh.

  “Seriously, Tommy. I’ve never seen you go gaga over anyone.”

  “I’m not gaga, Angel. I’m just a big fan of the group.”

  “The group? Or Brandon?”

  “Stop joking around.” Tommy pressed the call button for the elevator.

  Jessi knew there was an etiquette, and Tommy couldn’t just knock on another rock star’s hotel room door. If he wanted to meet Brandon Bullet, he could easily go through their people. “Why don’t you just have Audra call Bulletproof’s manager and arrange to go out for drinks?”

  Angel snapped his head in her direction and shot her a harsh look, then quickly turned his gaze away. “Like a date?” His tone was light and whimsical, which contradicted with the darkness Jessi just saw reflected in his eyes.

  Tommy smiled, unaware that the teasing comment held a hidden meaning. “I’m not setting up a date for drinks. I’ll run into him. If I don’t see him before the show, I’ll see him after his set. I have no intention of leaving Vegas without meeting Brandon Bullet.”

  “Of course not,” Angel said.

  Jessi saw right through Angel’s false smile, and she stared at him with surprise. This was something she never expected, nor witnessed. Angel was jealous.

  After being trapped in the elevator last night, they had decided to skip dinner. They ended up taking a gondola ride and then headed back to the suite in case the kids woke up. Lucas and Tessa were great on tour, but Jessi was the worried mother, and Angel wasn’t much better, so Tommy had conceded, which meant Vince Neil’s eatery was on the agenda for today.

  They ended up taking the kids and the rest of Immortal Angel’s crew to Vince Neil’s Tatuado for lunch. When they finished eating and inspecting the memorabilia displayed throughout the place, they all split up. Tommy and Angel were in a limousine headed back to the hotel. Jessi and the kids were off to the Discovery Children’s Museum. Jimmy Wilder and Damien Diamond, Immortal Angel’s drummer and bassist, split to check out Count’s Kustoms, a local hot rod fabricator. Their wives and Jimmy’s son went with Jessi and the kids.

  Angel loved museums, and Tommy knew Angel was silently questioning why Tommy was dragging him back to the hotel instead of letting him accompany the girls and kids. Tommy flipped a wad of cash, strictly for effect, in front of Angel. “Are you ready to take down the house?” Tommy wasn’t a gambler. He was too conservative with his money, but dropping a few coins in a slot machine while in Vegas was obligatory.

  “So that’s why you wanted to go back to the hotel? OK. Pick a number from zero to 36.”

  “Five.”

  Angel took the stack of cash from Tommy’s hand. “Perfect. We’ll bet everything on number five.”

  Tommy snatched his cash back and stuffed it safely into his pocket. “I was joking. Forget it. We’ll just wait for Jessi and the kids to get back.”

  “Are you kidding me? We’re free tonight! No kids. No wife. We’re having a guys’ night out on the town.”

  Tommy glanced out the window at the blaring sun. “You know it’s only 4:00 in the afternoon, right? I think we got a few more hours before gambling in the casino can count as a night out on the town.”

  Angel moved closer and pushed a chunk of Tommy’s hair behind his ear. “I don’t care what time it is, mi amor. As long as we’re together, we’re going to have the time of our lives. Every night with you is like the first night. It doesn’t matter if we’ve been married for five years or fifty.”

  Angel’s lips hit Tommy’s with a brush of Latin heat. The kiss started out soft, but Angel’s lips pressed harder and Tommy needed to lean back from the pressure. But that was just a normal everyday kiss from Angel, always filled with intense passion. It made Tommy sigh, and he contemplated spending the next few hours alone in the hotel suite instead of with a room full of people in the casino. “Are you sure you want to go out?” Tommy asked, his erection coming to life with a twitch.

  Angel chuckled. “Stop stalling. We’re hitting the casino.”

  “Alright.” Tommy sighed reluctantly. “You win.”

  Word obviously got out that Immortal Angel was staying in the same hotel as Bulletproof, because it was pandemonium when they returned to the Venetian. Security was in place as soon as the driver opened the limousine door. A semicircle of burly bod
yguards surrounded Tommy and Angel as they walked into the hotel. It was a nightmare. Outstretched arms tried to reach through the wall of bodyguards in attempt to touch them, and fans screamed their names.

  Angel turned to Tommy, his lips pressed into an uneasy grimace. “Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. Should we go somewhere else? Another casino maybe?”

  Before Tommy had a chance to answer, one of the guards said something about a VIP area. Huddled together in a little bubble, he and Angel had no choice but to follow the security team. They were led to an area of the casino sectioned off with black velvet rope, and Tommy knew it meant he’d be playing for big bucks on a gaming table.

  Men in cashmere suits studied their cards and clinked the ice in their glasses, while waitresses in sequined cocktail dresses replenished their drinks. “I don’t know about this,” Tommy whispered to Angel. “These tables have minimums. I don’t play cards, and I’m not pretending I do.” It wasn’t just that he didn’t want to lose thousands of dollars; he didn’t want to look inexperienced in front of seasoned players.

  “We’ll just play roulette for a while. All you have to do is pick a number. Like you did in the car.”

  These were high rollers, and Tommy immediately felt like he didn’t belong with them. Angel, on the other hand, was already at the roulette table exchanging several hundred-dollar bills for a large stack of chips.

  Angel slid a few columns of chips in front of Tommy. “When you blow through that, you’re on your own.”

  “Fair enough.” Gambling with Angel’s money was instantly more fun. Tommy placed one chip on black 13, for no other reason than it was the name of the last album that Black Sabbath released.

  “Don’t be so conservative. Spread out your bets.” Angel demonstrated by sprinkling a handful of chips across the board.