Her eyes were clouded with passion as he climbed off of her and stood, offering her a hand up. She grabbed his hand and stood, but she didn't seem to know what to do next. Tommy led her into her bedroom where she finally snapped out of her daze.
She pulled the bed sheets down and climbed on top of the bed waiting. Tommy began unbuttoning his shirt and finally pulled it off; he liked the way she was watching him unabashedly. He unzipped his pants and then slid them off his legs. Livvy was eyeing him up and down, especially the bulge in his boxers.
She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, allowing her breasts to spill out before she tossed it aside. She tweaked her nipples while he watched and it was all he could do not to jump on the bed and suck those perfect peaks into his mouth.
Tommy stepped out of his boxers and sat on the foot of the bed. His hands slid from her ankles, up her calves and over her thighs until he caught the edge of the silky fabric of her panties. He tugged the tiny triangle of material slowly down her legs until it was free. Tossing it aside, he drank in the site of her naked body splayed out before him.
Livvy shivered as he climbed atop her and pressed his full length against her body. His teeth grazed against a taut nipple before he captured her rose-tipped breast in his mouth. While he teased her sensitive nipple with his tongue, his hand slid over her soft curves until it found the juncture between her legs.
Her legs parted slightly for him as his fingers began their intimate exploration. His thumb began to circle her engorged clit as his middle finger slid through her slickened folds straight for her juicy entrance. She gasped when he pressed his finger into her center and slid it back out. Continuing his merciless teasing of her clit, he pushed into her again searching for her sweet spot. He was working fast, but he was extremely impatient. He wanted her screaming with pleasure before he even sank his cock into her depths.
He was sure he found her g-spot when her moans became more frantic and she thrust against his hand, needing more. Lifting his head from her breast, he watched her head thrashing on the pillow as he slid his finger inside again and stroked the magic spot.
Her hips rose to meet his every thrust as she writhed underneath him. “Tommy, I’m gonna, ahhh, I’m…”
“That’s it, babe. I’ve got you.” Tommy stopped circling her clit and pinched it firmly between his fingers as he thrust into her again. She cried out as she spilled over the edge and began to spasm around his fingers. He waited a few moments until her thrashing slowed and withdrew his hand.
His cock was throbbing to be inside her, but the scent of her sex hung heavy in the air and drove him wild. He just had to have a taste of her. He buried his head between her legs and slid his tongue over her slit before plunging it into her pussy where he tasted the essence of her creamy release. Her taste was enough to drive him insane, but her gasps of pleasure as he licked at her sparked a new urgency in him. He figured he could have her coming again within minutes, but he desperately needed his own release. Next time, babe.
Her hands were tangled in his hair anchoring him in place, but he stopped his intimate assault and placed a kiss on her belly. He left a trail of kisses all over her body, leading to her lips. When he reached her mouth she pulled him hard against her and kissed him senseless. God, she was hot.
Tommy felt her hands slipping around his dick, but he knew he was so close to the edge himself. Instead of letting her play, he settled his cock at her entrance and teased her opening.
“What do you want, Livvy?”
She pushed upwards against him, “Mmm, I want you inside me.”
Tommy settled on his knees so that he could watch her face. He rubbed his cock up and down her sticky slit. “Remember I said I could make you say it? I’m waiting for you to say the naughty word, just for me.”
She tried to pull him close. “Please, Tommy. I need you.”
Tommy rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit. “I’m not going to- until you tell me what you want me to do.”
“Please, make love to me.” Her chest heaved with passion.
He pressed into her opening stretching her slightly and then withdrew. “Those aren’t the right words.”
She moaned. “Have sex with me.”
Damn, she was stubborn and he felt like he was ready to blow his load - inside her or not. “C’mon Livvy. I want to hear it. What do you want? Tell me.”
“Put it in me?”
He pulled away from her. “No. That’s not it.”
“Drive it deep?” She peeked at him through squinted eyes.
“You’re missing a word.”
She gasped as he rubbed her juicy slit harder. “Sheath your arrow in my quiver?”
“What!?” His teasing was going to backfire. He was sure he was going to explode before she gave in.
She groaned, “That’s just romance novel talk.”
“Just one word, Livvy,” he was practically growling.
She was panting, as she gritted her teeth. “Oh for fuck’s sake. Fuck me. Fucking fuck me right fucking now already.”
“That’s it babe.” He plunged into her with one hard thrust.
Oh hell, he wasn’t going to last long. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he sank into her warm, silky recesses over and over again.
She screamed his name as he pounded into her. “Almost there. Tommy, fuck me harder.”
As soon as she climaxed, he let go and exploded with pent up energy that had been steadily building to a crazy breaking point. He attained a moment of pure bliss when he felt his hot load release. Fuck yeah. That was amazing.
When his cock stopped spurting, he collapsed on top of her and they settled together in a mass of tangled limbs.
He swept a piece of sweaty hair off her cheek. “You’re stubborn.”
She nuzzled against his shoulder. “And you don’t fool around any. That was the quickest two orgasms I’ve ever had. Were you trying to break a land speed record or something?”
Tommy chuckled, “I’m just an impatient man, I wanted to feel you, babe.”
She rolled on her side facing him, her tits resting against his arm. “I’m not your babe.”
He couldn’t help but caress her perfect breasts. “No? It feels like you are.”
Livvy sighed. “Babe is something you say during sex so you don’t have to remember the name of the girl you’re with.”
He grimaced, ready with a denial, but she had a point. He always called girls ‘babe’ during sex, because half the time he didn’t know their names to begin with.
“Livvy, I knew exactly who I was with, but I won’t call you babe, anymore. What do you prefer?”
Her fingers traced the tattoos on his arm. “Anything but babe. Or Liver. Eew that would be gross during sex.”
“Hmm. How about sugar tits?”
She slapped his arm. “Tommy, you better come up with something good. Or else…”
He laughed. “Okay. Okay. I’ll think of something good for next time. Promise.”
She looked at him shyly. “I’m kind of surprised. You want to have sex again? I thought you were a one and done kind of guy?”
So did he. “I’m in town for a while and you’re fun to be with. You’re really different from other girls and the sex is very uh, satisfying. I want to explore so much more with you. But at a more leisurely pace next time.”
She rolled onto her back staring up at the ceiling. “So how long are you in town for - before you go back to being a rock star?”
Oh God, please don’t get emotional on me. “For a couple of months. About the whole drummer-rock star thing, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. And I know it freaked you out. Do you think you can handle this whole thing? Because, I’m not going to change, if that’s what you’re thinking.
“What do you mean? What do I have to handle?” She couldn’t even look at him.
He sighed. It was better just to get everything out in the open, so she had no expectations. “I’d really like to hang out with you. But I do
n’t do the boyfriend - girlfriend thing. No exclusive dating stuff. It just doesn’t work out too well with what I do.”
She finally looked at him. “So, you just want to hang out and have sex occasionally?”
Surprisingly, Tommy began to feel slightly nervous. He really hoped she didn’t walk away. “Yeah. If we can just have fun together… I’d like to hang out. But nothing exclusive.”
Livvy rolled back to her side and slid her leg over his. “So, let me make sure I have this straight. We’re just going to have fun, and we can each date, or I assume you mean have sex, with other people. Because you’re a rock star and that’s how you roll. Do I have it right?”
He swallowed. It sounded a little harsh laid out like that, but that’s exactly what he wanted. But Livvy didn’t seem to be the type of girl that would go for that, which was one of the reasons he actually liked her so much. “Yeah. That’s it.”
She fixated on his tattoo again. “So I can have sex with a different guy every night, but we can still have fun together when we feel like it?”
“Um, yes. But you wouldn’t have sex with a different guy every night, would you?” Damn. The thought made his stomach clench. But she wasn’t like that.
“Isn’t that what you do?”
He winced. “On tour, yes.”
She seemed too calm. “So, there are no limits? What if I have sex with your pal, sunglasses?”
Fuck. He would kill Tyler. “What? I thought you hated him? You called him a dickwad!”
She looked up at him with wide eyes. “Yeah, but he’s still fuckable.”
“I thought you didn’t say the f word.”
She shrugged. “I guess you unleashed it.”
They were both quiet for a few minutes, lost in their own thoughts.
Livvy ran her hand over his chest and down across his abs. “So, we’re like friends with benefits?”
His cock was stirring as her hand worked lower. “Exactly.”
She raised an eyebrow. “So, how many friends with benefits do you have?”
Tommy ran a hand through his hair. “With what I do, I mostly have one night stands. Look, I’m not having sex with anyone consistently. It’ll just be you.”
“Okay. I agree to it.” Her finger circled his belly button. “I just have a few rules.”
He couldn’t believe she was agreeing to this. “I’m listening.”
“No calling me babe during sex.”
He’d have to think up something good to call her instead. “No problem. Any others?”
Her hand worked lower. “I have to orgasm every single time before you finish.”
Tommy narrowed his eyes. “Okay, that should be no problem.”
She nodded. “Lastly, we have to go on regular dates every once in a while.”
Her conditions seemed more like fun stipulations rather than conditions. “Got it. I think we have a deal, Livvy.”
Finally, her hand wrapped around his cock, which was rapidly responding to her touch. “It’s a little bit of a relief, really. I think this will work out great.”
Why was she embracing this so readily? Tommy was relieved when it seemed like he could see her again and not have to worry about her getting too attached, but something didn’t feel quite right to him about the arrangement.
Livvy stroked his cock. “I have work tomorrow, so you should go now, so I can get some sleep.”
“What?” Fuck. He thought for sure that he was going to feel those lush lips of hers around his cock.
She rolled away from him. “That’s the great thing about being fuck buddies. You don’t have to stay and cuddle and all that stuff.”
“Liv… are you sure you’re okay with this?”
She turned to him smiling. “As long as you’re discreet about it. I don’t want to get a bad reputation or anything. And of course, as soon as I find a man that I’m really interested in, we’ll have to call it off. But, that shouldn’t be a big problem… Yeah, this is good.”
Tommy sat up. “Yeah, right.” Why was he already beginning to doubt this arrangement?
Livvy slid out of bed and slipped into her robe. “Do you mind letting yourself out? I need to jump in the shower.”
She blew him a kiss and then headed toward the bathroom, leaving him feeling slightly perturbed.
Chapter 6
Did I want to be friends with benefits? Hell, no. The thought of him sexing up random women, and then mentally comparing their performance to mine? Worse. Thing. Ever.
Did I want to have sex with other guys? A different guy every night? No, absolutely not. But agreeing was really the only way I could hang on to Tommy. If I had demanded more from him, it would have been over before it even started. The situation was far from ideal, and I knew I couldn’t do it for long, but for now, it was the only play I had. And I only had a small window of opportunity to really snag his attention before he moved on to someone else.
The worst part of this was that it had forced me to one gut clenching realization; I cared. I cared a lot about Tommy. I had purchased a one-way ticket on the crazy train, barreling straight toward heartbreak central. It wasn’t going to be pretty.
My instinct was still to play hard to get. Make him work for the benefits part of our friendship. Yeah, my instincts had been off lately, so I checked in with a few friends who were up to date on my love life and they agreed with me. So that’s why, two days later, I declined Tommy’s offer to meet him out and instead stuck to the plans I already had; although, they were admittedly lame in comparison. And made even lamer when I spent the night pining away for Tommy while imagining him having sex with someone else. He could be replacing me right now!
I sweated through the next week, waiting for him to call. After way too much time spent composing a one-line message, I sent a text to Tommy a few days later, just to make sure he hadn’t forgotten me. It went unanswered. Ouch.
Two texts later, each painstakingly crafted to not appear needy or desperate, I finally got a reply: Going to a show tomorrow night. Come out?
There was no question in my mind, I was going out. What exactly do you mean by a show?
There was no way I was going to get caught not knowing what we were doing again. I waited for his response.
Firestorm concert at The Fulton. I’ll pick you up at 9.
A concert. On a work night. I guess Tommy had no concept of weekends when every night was a party night for him. But still I was excited to see him and get some of those very nice benefits we agreed to.
***
Tommy was 45 minutes late picking me up, so the headline act, a band I had never heard of before, was already well into their performance by the time we got there. We watched from the VIP section for a few songs before Tommy decided he was bored. He flashed some passes and soon we were backstage bumping into a few people he knew.
I wiped my sweating hands on my jeans and stood next to Tommy while he talked to a few guys. He hadn’t introduced me to anyone and barely even acknowledged that I was with him. The car ride had been friendly, if a bit tentative, but nothing like the cold shoulder I was getting now. What the hell?
I didn’t really follow their conversation, but after a few minutes, which seemed like an eternity as I stood awkwardly on the sidelines, Tommy grabbed my hand, “C’mon Livvy. Let’s go find the party.”
He led me deeper backstage, past piles of equipment, and further away from the noise of the concert. I heard the sounds of music and laughter before we walked in the door to a large lounge area. Seconds after we entered the crowded room, several girls approached Tommy, practically purring, while I got the stink-eye.
Great. I surveyed the room. It was filled with women. Not ‘friends’ of the band, but hard-core groupies. Their collective disdain for me hung palpably in the air as they surveyed me. And of course, when Tommy walked in the door, they all buzzed with the realization that fresh meat had appeared.
They swarmed all over him and he wasn’t fazed in the slightest. “Ooh, Tommy,
did you bring the rest of the guys with you tonight? Is Nick here?”
I stood uncertainly at the door as Tommy was led away; I was completely forgotten. Well, this was certainly not the way I had expected to spend my night. I’d rather be thrown into a lion’s den during feeding hour than endure this nonsense. And frankly, if this was the way Tommy treated me, I wasn’t so sure how much I really liked him.
I surveyed the room, trying to decide my next move. A man with longish, slightly greasy hair and multiple piercings was pouring drinks at the back of the room near a bar of sorts. First stop, alcohol.
When I got to the bar, the man handed me a shot glass. “You seem a little out of your element.”
I eyed the dark alcohol pouring into the glass. “I seem sober. What am I drinking?”
“Jagermeister.”
I threw it down. “Gross. Do you have anything you can mix for me back there?”
He looked at the bottles. “Nothing fancy. But I can make something for you.”
“Thanks.” I kept my eyes fixed on the makeshift bartender, I didn’t even want to know what Tommy was doing. The last I had seen of him, he was wedged on the couch between two very well-endowed ladies.
“Here you go.” He handed me a drink. “It might not taste the best, but it’ll get you drunk.”
I nodded and took a sip. Whoa. “Yeah, this’ll do it. Thanks.”
Just as I braced myself to take another sip, I felt my phone vibrate. It was a message from Tommy: I thought you would try a little harder. I’m lonely.
I couldn’t help but smile as I typed a response: I thought you would try harder. And you don’t look lonely.
A few seconds later, I got a new reply: Why don’t you come over here and give me a chance?
Suddenly, things were looking up again. I grabbed my drink and started heading over towards Tommy. He sat in the middle of the couch with his arms around the shoulders of the girls on each side of him. The girls were turned facing him, the blonde’s hand rubbing his chest and the redhead’s hand sliding suspiciously towards his crotch. Eyes narrowed as I approached, but Tommy’s grin was huge. He was clearly loving this.
So, what was I supposed to do now? “Tommy, I brought your drink.”
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