Chapter Twenty Six
Tommy walked into his front door with a cute little redhead. They met on the beach a few months ago. That day, she was back, taking advantage of the last days of warm weather. As soon as he spotted her, he headed her way. The last time they got together, he blew her mind, and she left a slight impression on him. She didn’t know who he was, but she was quite the freak.
“Bedroom this time?” Tommy asked. The last time they hadn’t made it that far. Living room, yes; hallway, yes. “I got a big-ass bed.”
She smirked and winked. “I’m down for that. It’ll be different.”
Tommy’s eyebrows went up. “Nice.” He glanced at the door as he opened his bedroom door. Dominic had called about a half hour ago and was on his way over. He was sure they had just enough time to get the deed done.
Before he was able to close the door, she jumped into his arms and bit his neck hard. He caught her by the ass, but had to take a step back from the momentum. He moaned as her teeth sunk into his neck again.
“You know what I like, babe.” He didn’t know her name and planned never to learn it. “Harder.” She bit with enough pressure to leave a dark mark. He slapped her ass sharply.
She groaned. “You know what I like, too.”
He pulled her hair, making her head go back. “Yeah. Now, on your hands and knees, bitch!” He threw her on the bed and grinned. She liked rough sex, name-calling and pain. He dropped his shorts and crossed the room to get a condom. His cock was standing straight out, dying to get some attention.
She scrambled to get in place on the middle of the bed. Then she waited. Another slap on the ass made her pussy clench. She was so wet. Callused fingers swept over her hips and back as Tommy untied her bikini’s strings. With great anticipation, she stayed still as she knew what he wanted. The bed sank here and there as he looked her over.
“Waxed all over, huh?” Tommy admired her smooth, tanned, flawless skin. “Can’t wait to shoot my load all over you.” That was another thing she enjoyed, semen covering her body. “You ready yet?”
He ran his fingers over her small ass cheeks, then down the backs of her thighs. She shivered. That meant she was horny as hell already. He smirked and struck her ass as hard as he could. She yelped and moved forward slightly, but then got back into place. He fingered the red mark, not really liking hurting her too much. She would beg for it if he didn’t try, though. He liked the biting and hair pulling for sure, though.
Sliding a finger through her folds, he could feel she was already ready. He wanted her to be on fire, though. The finger slipped inside her pussy slowly while he leaned down and teased her clit with the tip of his tongue.
She whimpered. “Hit me again.”
Instead, he bit her lips gently and shoved a finger into her ass as well. She groaned in pleasure. He parted her lips and latched onto her clit, alternating sucking with short nips. The sounds from her got louder. He plunged his fingers faster and sucked harder. Then he pressed into her deep as he sunk his teeth into her clit.
She screamed, “Oh God, Tommy! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
He sat back on his heels, watching her shake her ass and swing her head as he rolled the condom on. As soon as it was in place, he crawled to her head and yanked her by her hair again.
“Suck my dick, slut.” He forced his erection down her throat and moaned as she sucked hard. His favorite part of that woman was her mouth. She liked being face-fucked, preferably roughly. “Gonna make you choke.” He held onto her hair as he thrust in and out of her mouth with the harshest rhythm he could. “Suck it, you whore.” Moaning was all he heard from her.
She could feel her juices dripping down her legs. He was driving her insane. “Fuck… me…” she mumbled between a mouthful of dick.
“Not until I’ve had my fill of that sweet mouth.” He gasped. “Damn, babe, so good.” He looked up. “Next is your pussy. Then I’ll make your ass sore as hell.” He moaned and looked down at her struggling not to choke. “Take it, slut.” He pulled her head forward until her nose was against his skin.
She choked and flailed, almost smothering. Her eyes rolled back. Tommy knew exactly what to do. Then he suddenly pulled out.
“Nice job.” He smacked her shoulder. “Next time, no teeth.” She had asked him to slap her face the last time, but he couldn’t. “Don’t move.”
He got behind her again and lined his cock up. With a hard thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt. A gasp told him it had been a slight shock. He grabbed her waist and pounded her with all his might. Every once in a while, he leaned down and bit her shoulder. After a few minutes, she was covered in small hickies and crying out his name repeatedly. He slapped her ass, one side than the other, again and again, until she orgasmed from it.
“Come on, whore, make me feel good,” he demanded. “Tighten that pussy, or I won’t smack you again.” Instantly, she contracted around him. “Mmm, yeah, like that.” He reached over and pulled her hair. “Harder!” Every time she tensed for him, he yanked on her hair.
His head went back, pleasure building. He still had to do her ass, though. With deep concentration, he forced the spasms to abate. Then he withdrew. Panting from the effort, he had to take a few seconds to breathe.
“Did you cum?” she asked, wanting more.
He looked up. “Shut up. Not done with you.”
She just smiled.
Tommy put his hands on his hips and took a few deep breaths. “Don’t move.”
He went to the side table and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. It was time for the big finale. He had done enough work and wanted to cum already. When he knelt behind her again, he dripped lube onto her back door, and then rubbed it in with the head of his cock. She liked it dry, so it hurt more, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that.
Toying with her back door, he pressed in a bit, then pulled out a few times. When she groaned, he slapped her right cheek hard. Her rear opening clenched, and his dick jumped. Not wasting any more time, he pushed in a few inches.
She cried out loudly, the pain making her legs shake. She welcomed it, though. “Take me. Take me,” she pleaded.
He closed his eyes and thrust in fully. Her instant grip made him moan. She pulsed within, bringing him unbelievable pleasure. Then she clenched too tight, and he smacked her until she let him go.
After giving her time to adjust, he got a handful of hair and yanked her head back. “Time to get started.”
He held her head in place while he withdrew and rammed into her roughly. Her screeches were accompanied by a flow of cum over his balls. She really liked the pain. After several intense strokes, his balls started to tingle again. This time he didn’t resist. He allowed the pleasure to build. He fucked her harder and harder, his balls slapping against her pussy each time. Allowing it all to add to his pending explosion, he closed his eyes again.
Then there was loud knocking on his front door. He looked up. “Shit. He’s early.”
“Who?”
He glared at her. It was none of her business. “No one, just take it.” He pumped faster as the knocks turned into banging.
“I know you’re home. Open up,” came Dominic’s voice.
He groaned and pulled out. “Stay here and be quiet.” He rushed to the door and opened it, hiding his lower half behind the door. “Wait on the couch.”
Dominic came in and his eyebrow quirked. He noticed the wet condom over Tommy’s erection. “Did I interrupt?”
“Yes.” Tommy shut the door and locked it. “I plan on finishing. Sit.”
He sighed and hurried to the bedroom, closing the door. He knew Dominic did not want to see or hear what he was doing to the kinky chick on his bed. Glad she had not moved, Tommy started where he left off. Once deep inside her ass again, he grabbed her shoulders and held on so tight it would leave marks. Then he slammed into her over and over again until he was on the verge.
He withdrew again, this time ripping the condom off. The girl instinctive
ly rolled over, watching him jerk his cock until it erupted. He spilled cum all over her body. She used her fingers to rub it in. He loved that about her. The last spurt hit her chin. She used her tongue to get that one.
“OK, get cleaned up and leave.” Tommy walked to the bathroom and washed up in the sink before coming out and looking for clean clothes. “Let’s go. I got shit to do.”
After walking the kinky girl out, Tommy dropped down on the couch, sated and exhausted.
“Wild one?” Dominic jerked a thumb to the door.
Tommy smiled slyly. “Yeah, definitely.” He took a deep breath and put his feet on the coffee table. “What’d ya need help with?”
“I need to borrow a bass.”
Taken aback, Tommy’s head whipped around. “Why?”
“I wanna do something special for Noelle.”
Tommy’s smile showed how happy he was for his friend. “I knew it! When I asked if you fucked her again, why’d you say no? I knew that’s why you were so fuckin’ happy. She came to see you last night?”
“You know she did, asshole.” Dominic glared at him, although he was glad he interfered.
With a shrug, he replied, “You didn’t have the balls, so I pushed you guys a bit.” He saw Dominic smile again. “Something else happened. You lost that sad look.”
“I told her.”
“Told her what?”
Dominic sat up straighter and sighed. “Everything. I showed her Annabeth’s room. She told me it’s not my fault.”
“So did I,” Tommy reminded him. “Glad someone finally got through to you.” He slapped his knee. “You look good happy. That’s great.” He crossed his legs at the ankles. “So when do you need it?”
“Tonight?” Dominic’s eyes begged. “I wanna play at her concert.”
Tommy threw his hands up. “You’re kidding? You have no idea how to finger a bass.”
“I can use a pick. You do sometimes.”
Without another word, Tommy got up and fetched two bass guitars and a practice amp. He handed one to Dominic. “What song?”
“ ‘Just a Dream,’ ” Dominic informed him. “I’m gonna sing to her, too.”
Tommy’s eyebrows went up. “You never sing in public.” He looked Dominic over. “Doesn’t Mitch sing that with her?”
A scowl formed on Dominic’s face. “Yes.” He tried not to portray the jealousy, but failed. “That guy’s a piece of work. She left to go see the city with him this morning.”
“She left you high and dry? Didn’t you fuck her brains out?”
Dominic’s grin answered, but he replied anyway. “Yeah, twice. God, I love her.”
Tommy’s mouth dropped. “You what?” He had no idea his best friend had gotten that close to Noelle. The stupid grin told him he had gone even further. “You told her, didn’t you?”
“Yep, and after a few times, she said it back.”
“Told you she loved you, Dom.” Tommy looked around. “I don’t think I have that song on CD or anything. I’ll go get my laptop. The video’s gotta be on the net.” He brought it in the room and found it on the first try. “Why can’t you just sing it, and let Mitchell play bass?”
Dominic had dismissed that idea in the beginning. “I kinda want him out of the way completely. He has a thing for her. A guitar strap on my neck will ease my nerves too.”
“Whatever, dude.” Tommy played the video once, paying close attention. Then he played it again and fingered his strings. One more time, then he turned to Dominic. “I think I got it.” He played with the video that time. “What’d you think?”
Nodding Dominic felt he had it as well. “Nailed it.”
The bass felt different. The thicker strings didn’t feel right, but it was only one night. I can do this. He put the strap over his head and stood up. It was heavier, too. He looked to Tommy, who had his slung a bit lower on his body. Adjusting the strap’s length, he copied Tommy’s stance.
“Ready.” Dominic plugged it in and took a deep breath.
They worked for an hour on just the notes. Then Dominic started singing Mitchell’s part. He had a decent voice. Tommy and Dean were better, but he could hold his own. With a few adjustments, he was ready for his surprise.
Chapter Twenty Seven
Noelle nervously looked around. They were about to go on, and Dominic hadn’t arrived yet. He also didn’t call or text that he had to cancel.
Emilio came up behind her. “Relax, baby. You’ll do fine.” He was slightly nervous to play in the famous venue too.
She nodded, and then turned to him. “Dominic was supposed to be here.”
“He will. Have faith.” Emilio knew something she didn’t. He had gotten a call from Dominic hours ago. “Maybe he’s stuck in traffic.”
After their first song ended, Noelle checked the wings, still no Dominic. Where is he? She had no time to dwell on it, though. Emilio began the intro to “Just a Dream.” Her eyes had closed. She was nervous that Mitchell had read too much into their afternoon together. She listened to her band play behind her. Mitchell sounded a little off. Or was he using his spare bass? It was hard to tell. It was just different.
Dominic stood near the drum set, waiting for the right time to surprise her. He was wearing one of Tommy’s practice basses. Mitchell was pouting in the left wing. Dominic could care less what the guy felt at the moment. Watching Noelle, he smiled. She would be shocked. He and Emilio planned it perfectly.
She sang the beginning lines with an aching heart. It reminded her of Dominic. The next verse hit home even more. She wrote it before they met. How can it fit so right? The last line, was fitting for both of them. “On-ly you have made me whole.” She took a few breaths, not wanting to watch Mitchell as he sang. The voice that she heard was unexpected.
Dominic didn’t falter as she gaped at him and the crowd cheered. He sang his lines in tune and on time. Their eyes met while the music continued. “I love you,” he mouthed.
Smiling, she whispered, “I love you, too.”
“Tell me this isn’t just a dream,” they sang together. “It’s so much more than it would seem. Now I’ve found you, and I won’t let go. What’s in my heart, I want you to know. Please don’t ever walk away. ’Cause in my heart you’ll always stay.” Dominic moved closer to Noelle. “Tell me this isn’t… Just a dream.”
Tears streaming down her face, Noelle cupped Dominic’s cheek. She wanted to hug him, but he was still playing his instrument. Looking into his eyes, she sang the next stanza. Their eyes stayed locked. There was nothing but them in the room. When the song ended and the crowd got louder, she jumped.
Dominic carefully slid the bass behind his back and pulled Noelle into his arms. “I love you, sweetheart.” Then he kissed her lips while she held his arms. He kept kissing her as the audience went wild. He wanted everyone to know they were together, especially Mitchell.
“Dominic Spinelli, everyone!” someone announced.
Taking that as his cue to step back, Dominic squeezed Noelle’s hand and waved goodbye to the packed house. A crewmember came to him to retrieve the wireless receiver hooked to his guitar strap.
Mitchell gave him the dirtiest look he could muster. He had taken his woman from him. Although he wanted her to be happy, he wanted her to be happy with him. With a loud exhale, he stalked onto the stage and played the opening notes to “Justify.”
When Noelle glanced at him, his mood changed completely. Her smile was radiant. The plan he had concocted that afternoon dissolved. How can I ruin that? He closed his eyes and realized he lost her. It hurt, but he had to let her go. If he breaks her heart, he’s a dead man.
Noelle was oblivious of Mitchell’s conflict. She was too elated. Dominic’s surprise was so romantic. She felt him nearby, watching. It gave her even more confidence than usual. When she approached the mike, she scanned the crowd. Several male fans were shouting her name. Normally, she played on that with innuendos or a sexy gesture, but she just waved.
Dominic watched th
e rest of their set from the sidelines. As soon as Noelle made her way towards him, he lifted her up and spun her around. “You were awesome!” He set her on her feet and kissed her, not paying attention to those around them. “Love you.”
Giggling, Noelle held his shoulders as the world whirled around. “Put me down!”
He stopped and let her slide down, but held her off the floor. “Wish I could watch you every night.”
“You were great out there,” Emilio shouted as slapped Dominic’s shoulder. “Never knew you played bass, too.” He smiled and walked backstage.
Dominic set Noelle on her feet. “Can we go to your room now?” He leaned in close and whispered, “I wanna get you naked.”
She giggled again. “You’re so bad.” Playfully, she slapped his chest. “You don’t wanna see the rest of the show?”
“No.” He held her face in his hands. “I missed you all day. We only have tonight. I wanna spend every minute alone with you.”
Within an hour, Noelle opened the door to her hotel room. She waved Dominic in. “Welcome to my home for the weekend.”
He took her invitation and smiled as he looked around. “Nice place, babe. Now let’s fuck.”
“What?”
Shaking his head, he replied, “I’m kidding. Bet Tommy would say something like that. I’m in a really good mood.” He sat on the only queen bed. It was a small room, but perfect for her. “What did you and Mitchell do today?” He hid his diminishing jealousy well.
“Checked out the Empire State Building, did some shopping at Macy’s.” She started to undress so she could take a shower. “Wow, that is a huge store.”
Dominic watched her. She was animated as she talked about their window-shopping. It was obvious her and Mitchell were closer friends than he knew, but nothing set off any alarms. They had also gone to a few other tourist sites.
“Do you mind if I take a shower?” She was down to her underwear.
He glanced at her standing a few feet away. She did not have one tattoo or piercing other than several in her earlobes and a bar across the cartilage. Her look screamed “pop star,” aside from the leather. He was glad she didn’t sing pop music. Then they never would have met.
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