Back Stage

by T Gephart

  Ash and Megs—those two were going to be trouble. I could already see how freaking pleased they were. They’d been hell bent on hooking me up with someone for god knows how long. My solo routine the reason for most of the grief they threw my way. Of course they were probably reading more into it than there was, i.e. Angie and I weren’t looking to buy matching bath towels anytime soon. But if it got them off my ass and quelled the why-don’t-you-have-a-girlfriend discussion, then that was just a bonus. Who knew if Angie was even interested in a repeat. Let alone an extended performance.

  “You lost, asshole?” The devil herself stepped out from the shadows. She was alone and looking more incredible than the last time I saw her. Her dark hair loose but pinned away from her face, her body barely covered by a tight, black dress.

  “I could say the same for you. Your set finished hours ago.”

  The rest of the band had left, grabbing a ride back to the hotel, but I liked to hang back at the venue after the show a little sometimes. Like the running, it gave me a reality check of sorts, and if ever I needed one, it was tonight.

  “I was watching you.” She moved closer, her body showing a dangerous amount of exposed skin.

  The area we were in was secluded, filled with road cases that would soon be loaded onto a truck for our next gig. The roadies were too preoccupied with tearing down the stage to be worried about shit they’d already packed away.

  “Really. You channeling your inner stalker?” My smile was automatic as was my feet moving closer toward her.

  “Yeah. Figured you watched me, it’s only fair.” She shrugged, the smile tugging at her lips. And God help me if that smile didn’t make me want to take her right here.

  “So you left this morning without saying goodbye.” I tilted her chin toward me, my eyes locked onto hers.

  “I didn’t realize we did goodbyes, sorry. Was just following your lead.” She squared off her shoulders without even a hint of apology. It was so fucking hot.

  “Well, in the future I think you should say goodbye.” I moved my mouth inches away from hers.

  “Who said there was going to be a future?” She smiled, like she knew exactly what she was doing.

  My lips crushed down on hers answering her question. My tongue invading her mouth as my hands hauled her body onto mine. I had no desire to be gentle; with the need to feel her more desperate than the last time I’d been with her. My cock was already straining against the seam of my jeans, begging to get out.

  “Just so we’re clear, just because I’m having sex with you doesn’t mean I like you.” Angie’s hand moved down my back and grabbed at my ass, her body rubbing against me as I continued to kiss her.

  “Good, I’m glad you don’t like me. You shouldn’t. I’m not a nice person.” I pulled my lips away from her mouth long enough to answer. Her beautiful eyes giving me the all clear as I moved one of my hands up her thigh. My fingers teased the edges of her panties, while my lips sucked hard at her neck.

  “I like that.” She arched her neck back, giving me better access.

  “Just as well. Because I like doing it to you,” I mumbled against her throat as my fingers got bored playing with her panties and sunk into her pussy.

  “Fuck,” She gritted out, her eyes flying open as I stretched her out with another finger. The fabric of her underwear strained against my hand.

  “Is that what you want? Me to fuck you?” My thumb joined my fingers, circling her clit while I pumped into her. She was so wet and ready.

  “No, this time I’m fucking you.” She pushed me back, my body hitting a wall of road cases as she attacked me with her lips.

  Her hands pulled at my T-shirt as her tongue plunged into my mouth. Whatever she was doing, she wasn’t playing as she shoved me harder against the metal boxes.

  “Get it off,” She ordered, my T-shirt obviously offending her as she moved her attention to undoing my jeans.

  “You know, this isn’t exactly private?” My mouth shot out, our location far from ideal. “Anyone could walk in here at any time. There are over a hundred people roaming these halls.” The sound of footsteps echoed not more than a hundred feet away, as did the voices of rowdy men who’d kill to be where I was. Not that I’d ever give them a chance.

  “Are you shy, Jason? Because I’m not.” She stepped back and slid off the tight black dress she’d been wearing, her body completely exposed except for that pair of lace panties I’d been playing with. No bra, her tits standing proudly. And so they should, they were absolutely spectacular.

  “No, I’m not shy.” My eyes didn’t leave hers as I pulled off my shirt, and I kicked off my boots. My dick screamed for attention as I stepped out of my jeans and stripped off my boxer shorts.

  “Nice.” She glanced down at my hard-on, her lips spreading into a grin.

  “If you want nice, sweetheart, then you’re with the wrong person.”

  I wasn’t sure if it was her or me who moved first, both of our bodies crashing into one another as our mouths got busy. My hands pulled at her panties, determined to strip the last barrier between us.

  “Don’t rip them, asshole, you still owe me for the rest of my stuff you ruined,” she warned as her fingers gripped tight against my skin.

  I couldn’t help it.

  The shredded panties were tossed aside the minute I’d torn them from her body. It was her fault, her telling me not to just made me want to even more. Sure it was twisted logic but that’s the way we operated, and there was no way I was backing down from a dare. Her threats and venom just served to turn me on more.

  If she was genuinely mad, she didn’t show it, her hands stroking my shaft as I once again attacked her mouth. The need to be in her had me so crazy I could no longer think straight.

  Her promise to be the one doing the fucking wasn’t an idle threat, taking control, her hands wrapping around my cock as she ordered me to “lay down.”

  Every single time I’d had sex, it had been me calling the shots. Not because I was a sexist asshole, but because that’s just the way I liked it. I liked the control to watch a woman unravel underneath me, knowing it was me who put that satisfied look on her face. And I liked sex. The feeling of freedom after just having blown your load was addictive. In that moment, nothing else existed. No problems, just two people making themselves feel good.

  Giving up the control—even if it was just for now—was not something I was comfortable with. I’d rather walk my naked ass out in front of all those roadies and ask one of them to jerk me off, that’s how much I wasn’t down with it. But with Angie, there was something about her that I just couldn’t say no to. If she wanted me to lie on the floor and call me an asshole then I’d probably thank her for the privilege. Sure, that wasn’t messed up at all.

  And that’s exactly what I did. Metal cut into my back as I laid on the rolling cases, her hands tight around my wrists as she climbed on top and straddled me. I had no idea what she was going to do. Her hands were probably going to need to let mine go if she was hoping to move this past just rubbing my junk against her pussy, but I didn’t ask. I was mesmerized by her.

  “Don’t move,” she warned as she let go, her fingers tracing the lines of my torso as they moved down my body. Her lips followed where her hands had been, kissing and licking their path. My body rose to meet her lips half way in a show of appreciation. “Don’t move.” She nipped at my abs, her teeth grazing my skin, my punishment for not following her instructions.

  “You’re not making it easy for me.” My neck craned off the case just in time to see her beautiful lips take my cock into her mouth. “Fuck.”

  I didn’t care how loud I’d yelled it. In fact, there wasn’t a lot that could have been more important other than what she was doing. She could have asked me for my bank account details and the deed to my apartment and I would’ve asked her where I needed to sign. As long as she kept doing exactly what she was doing, her tongue expertly working every inch of me.

  “Jason.” She hissed
as I pulled my cock from her mouth, my hand around her hair. I’d taken as many orders as I was going to, and I’d done the lay still bullshit long enough.

  “You wanna punish me, Angie, go right ahead. But I need to be in you.”

  “You want me, Jason?” She shuffled back up to her knees—which would no doubt be sporting road rash after we were done—and placed each one of her legs on either side of my thighs. “You want this?” she asked again, her hand snaking around her tits then down in between her legs.

  “Yes. I want you.”

  “Then take me.”

  In a moment of freaking clarity my brain finally kicked it. No way was I doing this without protection. Not even if it meant my balls were going to explode because I was so turned on.

  “Angie, I need a rubber.”

  “Well look what I happened to have?” She reached into her hair and pulled out one of the pins, the condom that had been tucked away up there, now visible. “I’m like a regular girl scout.” Her satisfied grin lit up her beautiful eyes as she fished out the foil packet and held it proudly.

  “Well thank fuck you aren’t selling me cookies.”

  I snatched the condom from her hand, tearing the wrapper open with my teeth before rolling it down along my length. We could commend her brilliant prior planning later; right now I didn’t think either of us was interested in anything that didn’t involve us getting busy. And I needed her more than I needed my next breath.

  She barely let me get the thing on when she sunk down on me, my cock sliding into her and stretching her out. She wasn’t full ready, the fit tight, not that it seemed to stop her.

  “Angie.” Her name was like a fucking curse. I said it over and over again as any control I’d had went out the window as freaking want took over. I grabbed her ass and pistoned hard against her, unable to stop.

  “Yes,” she screamed, her teeth sinking into my shoulder as I felt her come hard against me. That sensation alone was enough to finish me as I exploded into her, my breathing like an out of control freight train about to derail.

  “You’re crazy.” I panted against her neck, her body still shaking slightly on mine.

  My good mood immediately flipped to pissed off after seeing her beautiful skin marked by the red scratches our little exercise had caused. “Shit, did I hurt you?”

  “Don’t flatter yourself,” she laughed. “It’s going to take a lot more than that to hurt me.”

  God I hoped she was right, because hurting her was the last thing I wanted to do and selfishly I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop.

  “Just promise me you’ll tell me if I do.” And I wasn’t talking about the grazes on her knees.

  “Fine, Jason.” I didn’t need to see her to know she was rolling her eyes. “I promise.”

  Last night had been insane. My behavior crazy, and yet I regretted nothing. It had been out of character, but not in the way that most people would think.

  I wasn’t a whore, but meaningless sex was pretty much the only sex I had. No, it wasn’t as horrible as it sounded; it was actually better that way. Considering the few times I had done it for the “right” reasons the guy left, I’d say my way was healthier. At least there were no surprises. That didn’t mean I slept with just anyone, and of course I had boyfriends, it just wasn’t lovey-dovey. I wasn’t looking for that beautiful love. Because don’t they always leave? Even if it’s perfect, someone always has to go. My dad had loved my mom like no other love I’d seen, and she’d been taken too. I knew it wasn’t the same thing, but he’d never found anyone else.

  Two people. That perfect love. Someone was going to have to go, one way or another.

  That’s why meaningless sex was best, except meaningless should be emotionless too. And with Jason, it wasn’t.

  Anger—emotion

  Hurt—emotion

  Revenge—emotion

  Lust—emotion

  Did I need to go on? It didn’t matter they weren’t good emotions; they were there nonetheless.

  As long as I kept them in check, it would be okay. Well at least that’s what my vagina was telling my head because she didn’t want happy time to end. And no one made her happy like Jason did.

  I knew he watched me perform, I felt his eyes on me as I sang and I liked it. The thrill that he was there in the wings was almost as big a rush as being on stage. He hadn’t worked it out yet—my game of musical clues still being unappreciated for its full genius—but every time I sang that final last song, I loved it just a little bit more.

  “Hey.” I poked him, not quite believing he’d spent the night. “It’s morning, you should probably leave.”

  “Screw that, it’s early.” He rolled onto his side, taking me with him. My body tucked next to his. He had a habit of doing that as I’d come to find out. Holding me throughout the night. Funny, I’d never have pegged him for much of a cuddler. Wonders will never cease.

  “Well, you should be in your bed, not mine.”

  We’d been careless. Part of the thrill was the dancing with danger, the prospect of getting caught. The sex backstage, I have no explanation for. Perhaps some sex fiend had momentarily possessed my body? While I wasn’t the poster woman for missionary sex, I’d never been so reckless and brazen. But I’d been inspired to let go and jump. So I did.

  “They know, Angie. Don’t worry about it.” He yawned without opening his eyes. His lips kissed my neck as he tried to go back to sleep.

  Unlike our previous nights together, no one had left this time.

  By some freak of fortune, our wild sex on the road cases had gone undetected, which was reason to celebrate. Our choice of celebration was easy—more sex. This time with less metal gouging into my skin, and less chance of giving some random roadie free material for his spank bank. So we moved our party of two to my room, where there was less chance of running into pregnant wives of other band mates. Speaking of which.

  “Megs?”

  “She hinted. I confirmed. No one cares. It’s not like we’re dating.” Jason’s hand travelled up my body, resting on my breast. I felt his smile against my skin.

  I liked it. His smile, and his touch.

  “True. I wouldn’t be stupid enough to date you.” I tried unsuccessfully to wiggle out of his hold. God, he was strong. He must lift weights in addition to the running. I silently praised his dedication to fitness, not willing to give him the satisfaction of actually praising him.

  “Well seeing as you woke me.” With a twist of his arm he’d effortlessly flipped me onto my back so I was facing him. Yep, definitely lifted weights. “We should probably talk about something.”

  “I thought we didn’t have to talk. The whole not dating thing we had going for us.”

  Besides now I was facing him, I really didn’t want to talk. Unless by talking he meant kissing me, which I was totally on board with. And that wasn’t as sappy as it sounded, because I didn’t mean I wanted him to kiss me on my mouth.

  “Are you seeing anyone?”

  Not what I thought he was going to ask me. I’d assumed it would be more something along the lines of so what’s your stance on anal and not do you currently have a boyfriend.

  I should’ve been offended by the question and what it implied. That he thought I could possibly cheat on someone I was dating, but really what kind of girl was I? Having sex with a guy I repeatedly said I couldn’t stand, sometimes in public places. Not the kind that you’d expect to be sitting in church on Sunday. Maybe someone who fucked around?

  Something in his voice also stopped me from calling him an offensive asshole. Like maybe there wasn’t more to the question than what he was actually asking.

  “Don’t you think you should have asked me that before you had sex with me?”

  “You didn’t mention a boyfriend, but I wanted to be sure.” His fingers moved my hair out of my eyes.

  Well, he had asked me. Sort of. When he wanted to know about Rusty. Which made no sense then, because … well who cared. Now, it just ma
de me curious as to why.

  “Was that something you were worried about?”

  “No. I mean I wouldn’t have gone there if I thought you were with someone. That’s not something I’d be part of.”

  We all know that when it came to insulting Jason Irwin, I wasn’t shy. Remember I had all those lovely names for him, tucked away just waiting for me to blow off the dust. But this conversation was not one of an asshole.

  His voice lacked the sarcasm for that. There was no fake smile, or flirty eyes. Nothing even remotely asshole-ish. What we had instead was the makings of a serious conversation where two adult people spoke and didn’t dissolve into name-calling or obscenities.

  While one part of my brain figured this was going to add some serious complications to the meaningless sex rule, the other part wanted to go a little deeper.

  “Infidelity?”

  It was a word I was familiar with. I’d been on the receiving end and felt its hurt.

  “Yes. I want no part of that.” He answered with no hesitation.

  While I admired his respect for the institution of relationships, it was kind of at odds with the rest of his philosophies. The ones that had him sleeping with people i.e. me, and then leaving without a second thought, or the ones that let him have sex with numerous people he didn’t really care about.

  I guess I sort of fell into both of those categories.

  “But you said it yourself, you don’t date. So what does it matter?”

  It was supposed to be another thought. Like the others I’d had while trying to figure him out, but stupidly, my mouth opened and the words just fell out. Just like that. There they were. Me asking things I wanted to know but really had no business asking.

  “It matters to me.” His brown eyes locked on mine, and for a tiny second I remembered exactly how easy it was to fall in love with him. That flicker of vulnerability. Kindness. It was there, but very well hidden.

  Thankfully, it was in the very next second that I remembered why I shouldn’t, and no longer loved him.

  “Do you ask all those other girls? Make sure they weren’t cheating?”