“Let me in,” he whispered. “I wanna fuck you.” Her muscles slowly relaxed. “That’s a good girl.”
He had the urge to full-on dominate her, but he was sure she would react badly. She was too timid. His next stroke ended deeper, but she was so tight, he was making little progress. Taking his time, he fucked her slow until he was in balls-deep.
“You OK?”
She nodded, unsure if she should tell him about her last boyfriend.
“Good.”
He grabbed her hands and held them to the bed. Her gasp and look of horror worried him. “Shh, I won’t hurt you.” When she didn’t relax, he asked, “Do you want me to let you go?”
“Please,” she begged, slightly shaken.
He let go and held her shoulders instead. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” She instantly relaxed, so he knew it wasn’t the same type of trigger as Crystal. “This is why we need communication.” He kissed her again. “Tell me what you want.”
“Just sex.”
Giving up, Tommy buried his face in her neck and starting pumping into her. He wasn’t giving up the opportunity for sex because she wouldn’t talk. Maybe Giovanni would let him play dom with Crystal one night. He loved doing that to her, although in the end, she freaked out. Closing his eyes, he pushed away thoughts of anyone else.
“Does it feel good, babe?” He liked feedback. She was too quiet. “Should I try something else?” He had hoped for a wildcat, since she was so sedate in public. Oh, well. “Talk to me, please.”
She grabbed his arms. “It’s good.”
“Can you cum like this?”
“Gonna…” She gasped and bent her knees. “Gonna… cum…” She cried out loudly, unable to control it.
Tommy groaned as she pulsed within. He’d had no clue she was so close. “Fuck, you feel good.” He moaned as pleasure flowed through him as well. “God, you’re hot.” As soon as she had calmed, his rhythm intensified. “Gonna do it again, babe, huh?”
“No.” She lay under him limp. “Only once.”
He panted in her ear, thrusting harder still. “You came twice,” he reminded her. “Shit, never mind.” He held her tightly, his hips pressed to hers. “Fuck.”
His eyes shut as he came, his entire body shuddering. He hadn’t bothered to prolong it as usual. It was pointless if she wasn’t going to participate or even make noise. Even groupies called out his name when he fucked them.
“You good?” He lifted his head and looked into her eyes.
She smiled. “Yeah. I’m fine.”
He pulled out, then stood and rolled his eyes. Why’d I bother? Too late now. He walked out the door again and disposed of the condom in the bathroom trashcan. Not really worried if she missed him, he took a quick shower.
A towel wrapped around his waist, Tommy stepped into the hallway. Since he was sated, Dean’s stunt came to mind. He marched into the bedroom and got on clean clothes.
“Are you leaving?” Jen asked, confused.
He glared at her, his anger building to a peak. “No. Bus is still moving. I don’t wanna be arrested naked.” He didn’t bother with shoes, just stalked out of the room. When he reached Dean’s bunk, he threw open the curtain and yanked him out. “What the fuck’d you slip me last night?” he screamed.
Startled, Dean blinked at Tommy. “Huh?”
Tommy shook him. “Last fuckin’ night! You put something in my drink. I can’t remember jack shit!”
“Oh, that.” Dean laughed. “You needed to chill out.”
Furious beyond belief, Tommy punched him in the face and let him fall to the floor. “Don’t ever fuckin’ do that again!”
Jon jumped down from his bed. “What the hell? It’s 6 o’clock in the morning.”
“He put some shit in my drink last night,” Tommy shouted. By then, everyone was awake. “Jen said she saw him.”
Crazy Mike stuck his head out. “Who’s Jen?”
“The chick in the bedroom,” Tommy explained. “The point is, he fuckin’ drugged me. I told you he was outta control.”
Dean sat up, trying not to show how much his cheek hurt. “It was a joke. I’m sorry.”
“Some fuckin’ joke.” Jon glared at Dean. “Not funny. What if it killed him?”
Looking at the floor, Dean started to feel guilty. “Sorry. I thought it was a good idea last night. Guess it was kinda stupid.”
“Kinda stupid? We’re still testing him, right?” Tommy asked Jon.
Dean’s eyes open wide.
“Yes.” Jon scowled at Dean. “Weekly now.”
“But…”
Jon cut Dean off. “It’s that, or you’re out. No more fucking chances. This is some serious shit now. Tommy could press charges.”
His mouth open slightly, Dean couldn’t believe his ears. “You’re giving up on me?”
“Just about,” Jon admitted. “I’m not letting you take us down. Cut the shit, or fuckin’ leave.”
Chapter Thirty Eight
Dominic stood in the bedroom wearing only his pajama pants, watching Noelle sleep. He had been up for about an hour. Breakfast had arrived, and he had it all set up on the table in the kitchen. The suite could be used as an apartment. It had basically everything. They would not be cooking, so he asked the concierge to stock the refrigerator with wine and other drinks, but nothing more. He walked back to the kitchen and poured them both a glass of orange juice.
When he checked on Noelle again, she was stirring. “Morning, beautiful.” An incoherent reply was all he got. She put a pillow over her head and mumbled something else. He had to laugh. “I waited long enough.” He yanked the blankets from her. “I’m lonely.”
She turned over and gave him a dirty look. “It’s too early.”
“It’s almost noon.” He laughed again. “You sound like Tommy.”
Still annoyed, she threw a pillow at him. “Go away.” Not caring that he took the covers, she turned to her side and closed her eyes.
“I have another surprise for you.”
He put his hands on his hips. She normally woke easily in the morning. He had gotten her up in the middle of the night, though. A dream had made him insanely horny. She had woken up to an orgasm and clung to him as she had another while he came. The memory made his cock stir.
Noelle groaned. No way could she sleep with him staring at her. “Fine!” She pouted and stomped off to the bathroom. Not exactly angry, but wanting another hour of sleep.
“Hurry, or it’ll get cold.” He knew she was acting; at least a little bit.
She called through the door. “I hope you mean coffee.”
“You’ll see.” He went back to the kitchen and uncovered the dishes. Then he poured them both a steaming cup of coffee.
When Noelle walked into the bedroom again, she smelled coffee and something sweet. It took her a few seconds to register the scent. Hazelnut coffee; her favorite. Knowing Dominic, that was not all he had gotten her. She quickly dressed in a long T-shirt and panties, then followed the smell. Soft music started playing, and she grinned. A true romantic.
“Wow,” she exclaimed when she saw what he had done. The kitchen table covered with platters of food. “You cooked?” She checked the sink. Nothing there.
He smiled, widely. “Room service is good here.” The band had stayed there once when on tour. “I got a bit of everything in case you were picky today.”
“I hope you have something to put leftovers in.” She sat in front of the place setting closest to her. “We can’t eat all this.”
He sat next to her. “I got it all set up. Don’t worry.”
They both took a bit of everything, eating slowly and enjoying being together. After a while, Dominic took her hand. He didn’t want her to go home. Jon had to sweeten the deal somehow. So the married ones had no excuses. He made a mental note to talk to him about it.
“So what’s the plan today?” Noelle asked as she helped Dominic pack the leftovers away. “Beach?”
He looked at her very pa
le complexion. “I’m not so sure about your skin in the sun, though.” He didn’t want her to leave in pain.
“That’s what sunscreen is for.” She hated sunburn. “How about for a little while? You think it’s warm enough to swim today?”
He closed the refrigerator and walked to the living room. Then he opened the balcony door and stepped outside. “Um, I ain’t going in. It’s like 70 degrees out here.”
“OK, then just our feet again.” She stood several feet away. “I hear the boardwalk is nice during the day.”
He turned to her. “Bet it’s even better at night… Well, maybe not at 3 a.m.” He chuckled, thinking of how everything had been closed when they arrived. “I wanted to spoil you a little.”
“Oh, no. You’re not spending money on me.” She folded her arms over her chest and took a defensive stance. “Not happening.”
He gave her a devilish grin. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna spoil myself too.” He knew she couldn’t turn down a gift if they shared it. “After, we can come back up here, or go out to eat, or take a walk. It’s up to you.”
The tension left her body. He knew her too well. “OK fine. If we’re doing whatever it is together.”
Within an hour, Dominic and Noelle walked through the lobby hand in hand, both wearing sneakers for the planned trek outside. He wore a New York Yankees hat and sunglasses. Several people stopped them, asking for a picture. He wasn’t sure they all knew who he was, but a few recognized Noelle, since she did not disguise herself at all. Although she was dressed in shorts and a tank top, and not a sexy getup, her clothes were tight, showing off her figure.
When they had made it to the hotel’s spa, Dominic was ready for silence. He wanted to say, Fuck it, and go back to their room, but then Noelle would be disappointed. With a fake smile, he waved to a few gawkers and held the door for Noelle.
Tamara, the woman at the front desk stood and greeted them warmly, “Welcome, welcome. Do you have an appointment?”
“Yes.” Dominic pulled Noelle close. “It’s under Spinelli.”
She looked at a book on the desk. “Yes. Here it is. For two, right?” She smiled and winked. “Nice choice, by the way.”
“What did you do?” Noelle scowled at him.
Dominic grinned. “Be quiet, and just enjoy the day.”
She rolled her eyes. “When I’m rich and famous like you, I’m gonna force you to let me pay.”
A gasp made them both turn. Tamara was staring at them. “I’ve seen your pictures on television. You’re that couple who almost broke up a band or something.”
Dominic held up a hand to silence her. “They got the story wrong, but yes, that’s us. Please don’t say anything.”
“I won’t. I won’t.” Tamara was almost stammering. They had celebrities there before, but she had never met any. “I’ll make sure your spa treatments are very private.”
With a bright smile, Dominic replied, “Thank you. We appreciate that.” He put his hand on Noelle’s lower back and guided her to follow Tamara. “This should be fun,” he whispered in her ear. “I never did this before.”
They were led into a couples massage room. “Please remove your clothing and lie under the drape.” Tamara placed a warm sheet on each bed. “Selina and Desiree will be with you shortly.”
When they were alone, Noelle gave Dominic a sideways glance. “Two women?”
“Sorry. I’m not letting a guy touch me.” Dominic pulled his shirt off. “If you want, I’ll ask for a man to do you.” He winked, loving the double meaning.
She huffed. “You know I can’t handle that.”
“I do, and that’s why it’s two women.” He stepped in front of her and held her face in his hands. “It’s only you and always will be.” His lips brushed hers briefly. “If you can’t handle it, I’ll cancel it.”
Sighing, she relented. “It’s just a massage. I’m sorry.”
“I get it. Don’t worry.” Dominic had already requested full relaxation massages for them both. “This will be great. You’ll see.” He had no clue, but anything he did with her turned out to be amazing.
Soon after both of them lay naked under the white drapes, there was a soft knock on the door. Then it opened slightly. “Are you ready?” Selina asked.
“Yes,” Dominic replied, looking at Noelle, who seemed nervous. He held out a hand to her. “You OK?”
She nodded. “I think. I never did this before, either.”
“Good.” He smiled. “Now close your eyes and relax, sweetheart.”
Selina and Desiree entered the room and walked around to the head of the tables. “Do either of you have a scent preference?” Desiree asked.
“Do you have anything citrus-scented?” Noelle asked. She was sensitive to some odors.
After checking the available bottles, Selina brought one to Noelle. “How about this?” It was pink grapefruit. “We also have orange and lemon.”
“This one is fine.” Noelle was grateful they accommodated her.
Dominic glanced at the shelf. “Will it linger on my skin?”
“Yes,” Desiree told him. “You can shower after if you like.”
He shrugged. “You can use it on me, too. I don’t want anything to clash or make her uncomfortable.”
“OK, then.” Desiree stood next to Dominic. “Are you both ready to start?”
“Yes,” Dominic and Noelle both answered.
The therapists started on their legs. They were both quiet at first, watching each other. Dominic reached out a hand and Noelle took it. He squeezed hers and took a deep breath. Quiet was best for relaxation. The soft classical music playing was soothing as well. He had grown up playing a few of the pieces he heard. The names escaped him, but the fingers of his left hand knew the notes and moved of their own accord.
“Mmm,” Noelle moaned as Selina massaged her instep. “I wish I had you on the road,” she mumbled, tingles going up her legs. “This is fucking awesome, Dominic.” She groaned, not quite aware of the sounds she was making.
Dominic tried to tune her out, but it proved impossible. He shifted his hips, trying to relive the pressure on his erection. That was one thing he had not thought of. Her turning him on as they were worked on.
“Am I hurting you?” Desiree asked, concerned.
He shook his head. “No. My girlfriend’s driving me insane.”
“Oh.” Desiree giggled. “Don’t worry. That happens all the time. Usually not until I do the inner thighs, though.”
After shifting some of his weight to his forearms, he sighed. “No offense, but she can get me hard at the drop of a hat.”
Noelle heard their hushed conversation. “Am I enjoying it too much?”
“No. I am.” He winked at her. “Your moans are lethal weapons.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re so corny.”
“That’s why you love me.”
“True.” She couldn’t deny she loved that part of him very much. “This was a wonderful idea. Thank you.”
He squeezed her hand again. “Anytime.” He meant it, too. Soon he had to let her go because the massage had moved to their shoulders. “You still OK?”
Noelle moaned softly. “So gooood.”
Dominic was quiet, but enjoyed it just as much. He closed his eyes, relishing the pressure being released. The woman had talented hands. She knew exactly how to make his muscles behave. By the time she had done his entire body, he didn’t want to move.
“Can we just stay here for a few hours?” he muttered. “I think I need a nap.”
Smiling at him, Noelle felt almost the same. “Did you pay for one hour or two?”
“One, but I got cash.” He was half-joking.
The massage therapists cleaned up as the two of them lay there. Selina chuckled. “This happens more often than not, but we have another couple waiting. I’m sorry to say your time is up.” They left the room.
Dominic was the first to rise. “Damn, that felt good.” He stretched before reaching for his clothe
s.
Leering at him, Noelle rested her head on her elbow. “You look good all oiled up, you know.” Her eyebrows rose. “Kinda wishing we had this room longer. I could use a different kind of therapy now.”
Groaning, Dominic looked down. He had finally gotten his erection to subside, and she had to go and talk dirty to him. His cock was quickly coming to attention. “If there was a way, I’d be on top of you already.” He heard voices on the other side of the door. “Get dressed before someone comes in.”
She exhaled loudly. “Next time we do this in our room.”
“Yeah, or at my place.” He bit his lower lip. “Then I can fuck you all I want.”
When they were finally dressed, Dominic opened the door. Tamara stood in the hall waiting for them, her cheeks red. She obviously heard some of what they said. “I have the private room set up for the next treatment.”
Dominic nodded his head at her in gratitude. His sunglasses were off, but he had the hat on. “Lead the way.” He didn’t exactly know what other services he paid for, so was going in blind also. “Um…” The private room had two tables and two weird looking recliners with tubs in front of them. “What’re those for?”
Noelle giggled. “Pedicures.” She clapped her hands together, dying to get that done. “You paid for it.”
“Yeah.” He looked around, still a little confused. “I just said I wanna spoil you, but not get too messy.”
Tamara brought in two young women. “Tia and Leilani will take care of you.” She smiled and left the room.
“Please lie down on your back, both of you.” Tia waved at the side-by-side tables. “We’ll get started as soon as you’re both ready.”
He saw more things than he thought necessary taken out. “What else did I pay for?”
“Facials,” Tia replied, as she put out pillows. “You’d be surprised how many men get this done. We’re very discrete. Even when working on rock stars.” She blushed, not meaning to mention she recognized them.
After taking a deep breath, Dominic shrugged. “Fine.” He glanced at Tia. “If you plan to ask for an autograph, now is the time.”
Letting out a squeal, Tia raced to a desk. “I’m sorry, but you guys were awesome last night.”
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