Rock On: A Heavy Metal Romance (Slava Pasha Series Book 1)

by A. D. Herrick

  I could tell that he was working her over well because her moans against my pussy nearly wrecked me. Tosha gave me a signal to let me know he was cooled down enough to last and I nodded for him to fuck her from behind. He gave her one last good lick before he grabbed a condom and sheathed himself.

  He slowly worked his way into her dripping wet hole. She moaned her approval into my pussy. I fucking loved watching him pump his stiff cock into her. I had never had a threesome before and I had never been with a woman. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. I had never even fantasized about this… Now I think it will be one of my top ones. Tosha started fucking her harder, gripping her waist tightly to hold her in place. Her moans drew me closer and closer to climax. Her sweet lips wrapped around my clit as her tongue swirled around it. I couldn’t tell you if it was the way she ate my pussy or the sight of Tosha slam into her from behind, which ever it was, I was about to tumble over the edge. I ran my fingers through her hair and held her firmly to me while I fucked her face.

  I felt Sasha tense up and then her body began to shudder as she moaned loudly into my pussy, Tosha follow her, after his body tensing as he let out a roar before slumping over her. He rested his head against her back before pulling out. Sasha let out a moan in protest, which was all it took to pushed me over the edge. I came like a volcano. This girl had wrecked me. Sasha licked up my juices before righting herself.

  Tosha went into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. Sasha, feeling the weight of what happened became flustered as heat crept up her skin turning it a rosy shade of pink, rushed to put her clothes on. She kept apologizing over and over and mumbling inaudibly. I had gotten what I wanted so I didn’t bother to calm her down. I stood up and threw my clothes back on.

  Sasha was dressed and heading out the door by the time I finished putting my shoes on. Hearing the door shut Tosha walked out of the bathroom. “What the fuck was that?” He demanded his face distorted in confusion. I couldn’t help but to look at him like he was an idiot, furrowing my brows and cocked an eyebrow in question. “What the hell do you mean?” “That…!” He exclaimed in horror motioning between me and the door. “What just happened!” he demanded. “Well… I call that you being a peeping Tom, and me being such a doll as to share my toy.” I retorted smugly. Clearly Tosha and I being in the same room during a sexual encounter had rocked him to the core, and not in a good way. “Tosh, Sit down, Please.” To shocked to argue he sat.

  “Look, we didn’t do anything wrong.” I tried to sooth him. Tosha didn’t look like he was buying it. So I tried a different approach. “Tosh-y , Hey, look at me. I know you and they guys share women. You guys stuff as many holes as you can at once.” I said as nonchalantly as I could. Tosha looked down embarrassed. “Hey!” I grabbed his chin and he flinched. “Tosh, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. What we did was just like what you and the guys do. We shared a woman. We didn’t do anything wrong!” I exclaimed. Tosha looked up at me, his eyes clouded over with an emotion I couldn’t read. “We can’t tell anyone.” Tosha said with a pained expression. “Tosh… seriously…? Have you ever known me to play kiss and tell? You need to get over this; just because it was us sharing a woman doesn’t mean it’s any different than you and the guys sharing a woman.” I said.

  Tosha looked me dead in the eyes. “That’s where you’re wrong, Myshka little mouse, when me and one of the guys share a woman, I never think about fucking them.” He said his voice dripping with shame and shadowed with unsaid words. “Tosh, I sure as hell hope you don’t, that would hurt my feelings knowing just any one turned you on.” I teased, trying to make light of the situation. The truth was, I wanted Tosha badly, I had always had a crush on him but knew that nothing could happen between us. This was the closest either of us had ever been sexually. Up until now I had thought that Tosha had only looked at me like a sister. This new knowledge rocked me to the core. I didn’t know what to do with this new found information.

  Suddenly, Tosha grabbed me and pulled me to him kissing me deep and hard, bruising my lips. I couldn’t fight it if I wanted to, and I didn’t want to. I kissed him back with everything I had, wrapping my arms around his neck, fisting my hands into his hair. His tongue begged for entrance, I parted my lips, granting him access. Our tongues dueled as we ate at one anthers mouth with desperation. I felt my core heat up as I tightened my grip on him. His arms wrapped around my body, his hands finding purchase on my ass, he kneaded the flesh in his large strong grip.

  Tosha abruptly ended the kiss, releasing his grip on my ass, he rested his forehead against mine, his hands gripping either side of my head, holding it in place, I placed my hands on top of his, holding them there. “This is wrong, Tink.” Tosha said in a hushed whisper, his voice was pained. “Tosha Mikhailov, Firstly, there is absolutely nothing wrong with any of this. The sooner you get that through your head, the sooner you can move on. Secondly, I don’t regret any of it. You regretting it’s like a slap in my face.” I told him, my voice pained hearing his regret. “We can’t do this, as much as I want you, it is wrong on so many levels, I don’t regret it, Tink. I regret that I can’t do more.” The pain in his eyes evident, he truly wanted more but wasn’t willing to fight for it. “Tosh, no worries, NSA, Baby.” I told him with false bravado as I stepped back, putting distance between us. I schooled my emotions and faked an air of indifference; I refused to allow him to see how crushed I was. “NSA?” He asked, pain marking his face. “NSA.” I repeated back. He straightened himself to his full height, before brushing past me to the door. “Oh yeah, I was sent to come get you, we have a party to attend.” He called back to me, his voice void of emotion. “Are we going to be good?” I asked. “Peachy keen” he replied as he walked out the door, without a glance.

  I was in no mood to party. Every emotion I had ever hidden had come full frontal, busting through years’ worth of defenses. How was I to hide all of those feelings in a matter of minutes and deal with people? I wished I was back home. I had secretly crushed on Tosha since I was 11. I had hidden those feeling all these years. Maybe that’s why I was never able to fully commit to anyone. No one would ever be good enough. No one could ever be Tosha.

  HE kissed ME. Why would he kiss me only to take it all back, give me false hope only to shy away? How’s what had happened between us wrong? We were not related, it’s not like it’s illegal, incest, or gross. We are only two years apart in age. UGH all of this thinking is giving me a pounding headache. My heart ached in my chest and tears burned the back of my eyes.

  I heard a knock at my door. I couldn’t answer. Words refused to leave my lips, my body frozen in place. I closed my eyes and focused on controlling my breathing. I heard the door open and looked up to see Ivan poke his head in. One look at me and he rushed in closing the door behind him and took me into his arms. Once his arms came around me any defenses I had were gone. I fell into his arms, the comfort of his embrace cause the dam to break inside me and tears flooded my face. Ivan picked me up and carried me to the couch. He sat down and cradled me in his lap, like a child. With my face buried in his chest I let loose of every feeling I had ever harbored. He stroked my back in soothing circular strokes. Never saying a word, he accepted me and comforted me. My body racked with sobs as he continued to hold me.

  The sobbing eased, my heart pounded in my chest and ached, my head throbbed, and the tears began to slow. I focused on my breathing willing my lungs to cooperate. I sniffled and closed my eyes. “I’m so sorry.” I told Ivan, my voice quivering with emotion. His hands continued to rub my back, “You have no reason to be sorry. I’m sure you did nothing wrong.” He reassured me. It made me feel good knowing that he had my back no matter what. He didn’t care what had me distraught, he was going to be there for me and he was taking my side. I loved him, though I loved him like I loved Nik, not how I loved Tosha, Just thinking about him hurt my heart. How would I spend another day with these guys and be able to hide my emotions?

  Knowing it would be impossible; I decided
to tell Ivan everything. I knew we didn’t have much time so I ran through everything quickly, leaving out minor details, such as Sasha. Ivan listened intently, never interrupting. When I finished my tale of woe he gave me a tight squeeze. “Look, I think anyone would have to be blind to not know that you had feelings for Tosh, We all know this, even Nik. Honestly we have all talked about it before and none of us would stand in your way or even be upset. Actually, we would all be happy as hell because Tosh is a mopey bastard when you’re not around.” Ivan said reassuringly.

  My heart leapt. They wouldn’t care if me and Tosha were together. “The problem you’re going to face is Tosh; he is too stubborn to face the facts. I don’t think pressuring him will be the best tactic. Give him some time and space, Tink. He will come around. And if he doesn’t then you shouldn’t beat yourself up over it. You deserve someone that is willing to fight for you and go to the end of the earth for you.” Ivan’s words touched me; they were a balm over my injured heart. “I love you!” I told him as I squeezed him tightly. He chuckled and hugged me back. “I love you too, now get ready, you look like shit and we have a party to attend.” I scowled at him. “You’re so bossy.” I stuck my tongue out and climbed off his lap.

  I walked to the vanity and began to work magic on my puffy, tear swollen face. Ivan sat on the couch and watched me as I covered my face in concealer, contoured, and powered my face into perfection. Miracles can happen, kids. Once I was finished, Ivan got up and walked over to me, grabbing me by the hand he pulled me across the room and out the door. We met up with the guys at the longue. Ivan gave me a wink as he released me. Opening up to him about everything, letting go of the burden of the secrets I had hidden in my heart made me feel so much lighter. I couldn’t help but smile back. I knew this would stay between us, I also knew that he was right. I couldn’t force Tosha to be with me, I had to let him come to terms with everything. I also realized that the thing I had with Kevin and Shep would have to end if I wanted Tosha to think about anything permanent with me. I felt a slight ache in my chest at the loss of my two partners but it was nothing in comparison to the ache I felt when Tosha told me what we had done was a mistake.

  Chapter Eight

  The party we were attending was at someone’s house, a large brick French provincial. The circular drive was packed with cars as well as the lawn; it reminded me of parties I attended in high school. We had taken two taxies and arrived at the same time, the Dark Tide guys in one cab and our band in the other. The guys spilled out of the taxies and started toward the house. I began to follow; Kiev cut me off and pulled me back away from them. He took my arm in his and smiled down at me and smirked. “This was all your brother’s idea; apparently he is wrapped tight around some chick’s finger. We have to ‘play nice’…” I looked up at Kiev unable to keep the sneer off my face; it wasn’t directed at him but his words and he knew it. “What the fuck does ‘play nice’ mean?” he chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Don’t be mean to anyone, you know play perfect… yadda, yadda, yadda…” looking disgusted as he said it. At least we felt the same way about the situation. What are we five years old? We know how to act in public. This was definitely not the night for me to ‘play nice’; I have had a shitty evening already.

  With his arm threaded through mine, Kiev led me into the house and through the foyer, directly to the bar that was set up in the corner of the main room, running his hand through his dark brown hair, pulling it off his forehead. He gestured with his head, nodding toward the bar; mischief sparkled in his pretty baby blue eyes as he wagged his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. “You down?” “Pa-lease, I think we are going to need it to survive this night.” I pursed my lips out into a duck face and rolled my head on my shoulders in over exaggerated circles. Kiev’s eyes lit up with mirth, his lips pulling up at the sides as he laughed. “You’re so stupid.” He said letting loose a deep rumbling laugh. I shrugged my shoulder and gave him a cutesy smile and slapped him on the ass pushing him to get our drinks. I definitely needed one.

  With our drinks in our hand, we turned to survey our surroundings. The room was packed with people; there was just barely standing room. I couldn’t see a thing from this height, looking up at Kiev batting my eyelashes and giving him an over exaggerated pout I whined, “Can’t you just carry me around on your shoulders all night so I don’t have to stare at ass?” He laughed and shook his head. “As much as I love you, I do not think it would be the best idea to carry you around on my shoulders all night.” Contemptuous I asked. “And why the hell not?” Looking at me as though I had grown a third head he smarted, “Dude, your dress barely covers your ass and your tits are spilling out. If I put you on my shoulders your ass is going to be flashed to everyone at the party and your tits will be sitting on top of my head. Not exactly the best way to ‘play nice’.” Damn it, he had a point. Though, I was shocked at his explanation. Why didn’t it bother him that my tits would be on his head? I shrugged it off, chalking it up to our drink and this crappy party. “Well, you suck!” I duck face pouted. Kiev shook his head and laughed, “You’re an idiot, kid, I love you!” I flipped him the bird and laughed with him. “Come on, let’s dance.” I took his hand and dragged him away from the bar to the center of the crowded room.

  We danced along to the poppy music that was blaring from the sounds system and made goofy faces at one another while we laughed and joked around. My duck face always killed him. I must look really ridiculous doing it. It could be because I always scrunched my nose up doing it. I could never just do the lips. We made up dance moves and brought back oldies. Kiev was a sprinkler pro. We drew a crowd with our crazy antics but neither of us paid any attention. Kiev was my favorite dance partner of all time. He never cared about how he looked, he was just there to have a good time and he loved to be goofy and silly. Dancing with him is exactly what my heart needed. When a slow song came on Kiev took my hand and guided me back to the bar for another round of drinks. It was as though he could sense that a slow song was the last thing I needed, he was right.

  As he was handing me my drink a tall leggy brunette saddled up beside him, wrapping her arms around his waist, she buried her face in the crook of his neck. She was like an octopus, tentacles latching on to him for dear life. She was gorgeous but obviously nuts or drunk, either way, it was not my problem it was his and in my inebriated state, it was HILARIOUS! Kiev paled, giving me the ‘What the fuck’ look. I giggled and shrugged my shoulders, there is no way in hell I was rescuing him from this ridiculous state. ”Vzyat’ odin dlya komandy, Take one for the team.” I called to him, pointing at the girl, I shook my head. Nick Jonas’ song Bacon came on and it was as though the stars aligned. I sang obnoxiously to him with overly exaggerated dance moves, I pantomimed the lyrics. When the song ended I yelled out to him “Put some bacon on it” then I spun around and headed out into the crowd leaving Kiev to deal with the leggy brunette. He shouted out to me but I couldn’t make out his words over the loud music. I knew I would pay for it later, but it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Kiev never ends up in awkward situations, so it was like hitting pay dirt.

  I wondered through the house, hoping to run into one of the guys. As I rounded a corner I ran right into Sasha. My jaw dropped as I paled. Oddly she did not look at all shocked to see me. She smiled brightly and wrapped me into a tight hug. “Oh my gosh! I have been looking for you all night!” She squealed in excitement as I pried myself from her grip and took a step back. “Wow, hey, how did you know I would be here?” I asked shocked, sweat began to dampen the back of my neck. “Well I talked to Sophie and she told me that she had invited Nik to her party. Apparently the two have been dating for a few months and she wanted to get his friends out here so we could all meet. I guess they are getting super serious, something about wedding bells or something. Anyway, I knew you would be coming too and I just couldn’t wait to see you.’ She gushed out excitedly, her eyes were bright and wide and her smile split her face, looking maniacal.

  I wanted t
o bang my head against the wall repeatedly. I don’t know what it is about her but something just made me want to run. Yes, she was all cute and innocent and I had no problem satisfying a need with her, but that was over and she had this crazy weird look on her face now, no longer looking like the innocent doe I took back to my dressing room. She acted too strange after we fooled around. “Oh that’s great, have you seen Nik by any chance?” Once I got my hands on him I was going to strangle him. When the fuck did Nik get a girlfriend and why didn’t anyone know? Or did they know and not tell me? “Oh no, he and Sophie said they were going for some ‘private time’.” She said wagging her eyebrows up and down. Disgusted I rolled my eyes.

  I tried to walk around her but she caught my arm and stepped in front of me. “Hey, I was… um… I wanted to talk to you about earlier.” She stammered almost nervously. I sighed and closed my eyes willing the situation away. When I opened my eyes she was still standing there. There was just something unnerving about this situation. “Oh, what is it?” I asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. Her cheeks heated, bowing her head, picking imaginary lint off her skirt. “Do you think you could hook me up with Tosha?” She mumbled just barely audible above the music and crowd before looking up and starting at me intently as if willing me to say yes. Taken aback I shook my head. Since when did I become a matchmaker? What did she want with my Tosh! UGH! No way in hell would I ‘hook her up’? “The most I could promise would be an introduction. But I don’t know where he is.” I told her, in a lame excuse to get away from her, hoping she would just drop it. Her head jerked back as if she was hit with an idea or a volt of electricity, she beamed. “Oh, I can take you right to him.” Her eyes glossed over and had this wild look to them. Just great, a nut job.