All I Need: Hookers and Hand Grenades Book One

by Sammi Starlight

  “Why? No more groupie sluts around tonight?” She snapped back at me, her hands on her hips.

  “You don’t have to be a bitch about it,” I replied, wishing I had a better comeback than that.

  “Whatever. I’m going to bed.” She started to turn around and I instinctively grabbed her arm. I pulled her against me. She squirmed at first, attempting to get away, but it was a half assed effort and when I leaned in to kiss her, her fight was gone.

  Fuck, she tasted even better than I imagined.

  4

  Lindsey

  I was getting kissed by Cane Stephens.

  And let me tell you, he could kiss.

  He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight against him, backing me up until I was leaning against some trailer for support. His lips moved over mine with a ferocity that consumed me. It was like all of that pent up sexual tension between us these last few weeks was finally being released.

  He slid his arms down and clasped my hands before moving them above my head and pinning them there with one hand.

  “I’m not letting you get away,” he whispered with a lazy smile, giving my trapped hands a slight squeeze.

  I bit my lip and nodded. I wasn’t going anywhere after a kiss like that anyway, but I didn’t trust my voice right now. I didn’t want to tell him that either; it was sexy as hell that he was keeping me here.

  I had kissed a lot of guys. A lot. I had a thing for musicians and working for Rolling Stone magazine had given me access to many of them. Most of them were guys no one ever heard of, but that didn’t stop me from sleeping with them. The music scene in LA was full of aspiring musicians that were excellent in bed.

  He cupped my face with one hand, his thumb moving over my bottom lip plump from this thorough kiss. I didn’t think I’d ever seen a pair of eyes so blue as he stared into mine; they were the color of the sky on a crystal-clear day.

  “Lindsey, let me fuck you,” he whispered into my ear and reached down to grip my ass with his hands. I gasped and arched into him a little; I was a sucker for a man that talked dirty. I bet Cane was an expert of filthy talk.

  He wrapped his free arm around my waist and pulled me into him so I could feel his hard cock along my thigh. His hand moved down my side and up along leg, reaching under my dress. His fingers toyed with the edge of my thong and moved lower, touching the cleft between my thighs lightly.

  “You’re so wet already,” he murmured, running his finger up and down the damp silk. “Do you want to come now all over my hand, Lindsey?”

  Yep, he wasn’t disappointing when it came to dirty talk.

  I nodded but he shook his head. “Not yet. Not until you’re begging for it.” He bent his head to kiss my neck while his fingers were so close to my sex. I was silently begging for him to touch me where I needed it most while his teeth nibbled on the soft flesh of my neck.

  My body was screaming for him to take me but my head was telling me to proceed with caution. I was pretty good at separating love and sex, but did I really want to be with him after seeing him with those two girls earlier?

  “I don’t want to be another notch on your headboard,” I murmured, leaning my head to the side so he had better access to my neck.

  He didn’t respond right away, continuing his assault on my flesh. He finally stopped and took his hand from under my skirt and put it on my hip. “I know how this sounds, Lindsey, but I know you’ve been wanting me. I’ve seen you checking me out.”

  What a conceited asshole! I opened my mouth to protest but he put a finger to my lips.

  “Don’t say anything. I want you too. Like I’ve never wanted anyone else. Since I saw you, it’s you I think of when I’m with other women.”

  I was speechless; I couldn’t believe he’d been thinking about me like I had been about him. He had beautiful women at his beck and call so I didn’t think he gave me a second look.

  “If I sleep with you, are you going to toss me aside like the other girls you’re with?” I hated how insecure I sounded. I had used guys like I knew he treated women, so why did I care?

  He released my arms from above my head and took my chin between my thumb and forefinger. “You aren’t like those girls at all and I would never treat you like that.”

  “And you’re never with the same girl twice – your words. So, you want this one night and that’s it?” I asked. Kissing him gave me a high I wasn’t sure I would be able to quit after tonight.

  He looked down at my cleavage and I arched my back a little bit, begging for his tongue. “Well, it’s true I never sleep with the same girl twice, but let’s see how tonight goes. Maybe you’ll think I’m terrible and never want to sleep with me again.” He grinned at me and I shook my head.

  “Somehow I doubt that.” I put her hands under his t-shirt, rubbing his lower back gently. “I hear what the girls say about you,” I teased.

  “Oh really?” He arched an eyebrow at me. “And what is that?”

  “Well,” I said and lifted his t-shirt. “Let’s just say you don’t leave a woman unsatisfied.” He helped me pulled it over his head, threw it onto the grass. I released a small sigh of pleasure; he really was a gorgeous specimen of a man. I ran my hands all over his chest, stopping to tease the rings in his nipples until he shivered and grabbed my hands.

  “You’re a tease,” he said, “Now it’s your turn.” He took a handful of my dress in his hands and pulled at it.

  “Not here,” I whispered and looked around. I wasn’t interested in some quickie with him where anyone could catch us, not this time.

  He groaned in frustration and pulled back. “Let’s to go my bus.” He took my hand and reached down to get his t-shirt from the ground. He took off in the direction of the buses, pulling me along behind him so I had to almost jog to keep up with his fast strides.

  We stayed away from most of the people. Did he not want anyone to see he was sleeping with me or was he just in a hurry? I decided I didn’t care.

  We got to his bus and I was relieved to find that no one was there. I didn’t know if I was ready to face his band right now and honestly, all I wanted to do was feel his naked skin against mine.

  We went to the back of the bus to the small room there with the queen size bed. He shut the door behind us and locked the door. He kicked a few bags and clothes out of the way before turning his attention back to me.

  “Now, where were we?” He grinned and reached for my dress. “Oh yes, we were getting rid of all of these clothes you have on.”

  He grabbed my dress with both hands and pulled it from me so forcefully he almost ripped it. He tossed it aside and looked down at my breasts. I was glad I was wearing my white lacy strapless dress that barely covered my breasts and the matching lace thong. It was innocently wicked looking.

  He dipped his head to run his tongue along the valley between my breasts. “Oh Cane,” I sighed and tipped my head back, putting my hands on her shoulders. My nipples were hard peaks of need underneath the cloth, begging for his touch.

  He looked up at me. “Tell me you want me, Lindsay,” he whispered.

  I moaned and nodded. “Yes,” I said breathlessly. I wanted him more than I wanted anyone.

  “Say it.”

  I dug her nails into his shoulders and whimpered in frustration. “I want you Cane.”

  “Good girl.” He kissed the top of each breast and stood up. “Now get back up on the bed,” he growled.

  I turned and slowly climbed onto the bed, making sure to take my time so he could get a good view of my ass. I turned around and propped myself up on the pillows, positioning my legs in a way that he could get a little peek between them.

  “Take off your bra,” he said, his voice low and commanding, his eyes hooded with desire.

  I reached behind me, again moving slow as I unhooked my bra. I brought my arms back to the front, still holding it against me so he couldn’t see my bare breasts yet. I was a horrible tease and I admit I was pushing him to see how far I could go before
he lost all control.

  I kept one arm against me while the other reached out and dropped my bra next to the bed.

  “Now the panties.” His voice was almost a whisper now. I needed both of my arms to take off my thong, so he finally got a few of my breasts. He moaned and pressed his hand against the front of his jeans, touching his erection.

  I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my thong and lifted my hips so I could shimmy them off of me. I was about to toss them near my bra when he reached out and grabbed them from me.

  “I’ll take these,” he said and brought them to his nose, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “Fuck you smell good,” he murmured and shoved the thong into the pocket of his jeans.

  Holy fuck that was sexy.

  “Spread your legs and touch yourself,” he said, reaching for the button on his jeans.

  I embraced my sexuality completely, so touching myself in front of him was didn’t bother me at all. I spread my legs so he could see my cleanly shaven pussy and ran my hand along the slit. I gasped at how swollen and wet I was.

  “Fuck yourself with your fingers,” he said, pushing his jeans down his legs. He wasn’t wearing underwear and his cock was bobbing, rock hard and red.

  I licked my lips, thinking about tasting the bead of pre-cum I could make out at the tip of his shaft. I bit my lip and my head fell back while I slid two fingers into me.

  “That’s it,” he muttered. He kicked off his jeans and the bed dipped from the weight of him joining me. He knelt between my legs so he could get a good view of me finger fucking myself. He stroked himself while my fingers got faster.

  “Come for me, Lindsey,” he urged, taking the other hand to tease my clit with his thumb.

  My fingers pumped faster and with the added touch of his thumb on my swollen nub, I wasn’t far from the edge of my climax.

  “Cane,” I moaned and closed my eyes. He moved forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth. I cried out and exploded all over my fingers, my body trembling on the bed.

  He released my breast with a pop. “Holy fuck that’s sexy.” He took my wrist and pulled my hand from between my legs. He opened his mouth and took the two fingers that were inside of me to suck on. He licked and sucked them until they were clean. “You taste as good as you smell,” he said when he pulled my fingers out of his mouth. “I need more.”

  He grinned and put his hands on the inside of my thighs, pushing them wider apart. He got down between my legs and ran his tongue along me with one long swipe, going from my ass all the way to my clit. He did this over and over until I was trembling.

  He stopped and looked up at me. “Are you ready, Lindsey?”

  I nodded. Yes, I was ready for him to make me come again. I wanted to ask him what the fuck he was waiting for.

  “Good, because I’m going to make you come until that pussy squirts all over my face.”

  Holy fuck.

  5

  Cane

  I ate her pussy like a man who hadn’t had a real meal in weeks. The small room in the back of my bus was filled with the wet sounds of me licking and sucking her dripping wet sex. It wasn’t long before she was moaning and crying out beneath me. She had my hair wrapped around her fingers and was grinding her hips so hard into me I could barely breath.

  I didn’t care though. Going down on a woman was my favorite thing to do; I loved giving them so much pleasure they lost their mind. I wasn’t even close to done with Lindsey – not until she was screaming and shaking. I wanted to make that pussy come all over the bed.

  I kept my lips wrapped around her swollen clit and slid three fingers into her while my pinky finger teased her ass. This combination was known to make a few women lose it in the past.

  She had already had a few orgasms but my goal was to make her beg for me to stop and then keep going a little bit longer. Women always loved when I went down on them, but Lindsey was like a wildcat and so responsive. She was vocal, letting me know if she liked something or not. I hated when a woman laid there like a dead fish and she definitely didn’t. The bus must still be empty or the other guys would be pounding on the door for us to keep it down.

  “Cane,” she moaned, her head thrashing on the bed, her hands clutching the bed sheets. A thin sheen of sweat covered her body and her legs were trembling slightly.

  I hummed around her clit, but didn’t move my mouth. Her back bowed off the bed and her pussy walls were pulsing around my fingers; she was close to a monster orgasm.

  “I can’t,” she whimpered again. “It’s too much.”

  I shook my head and moved my fingers faster, sucking in a slower rhythm. She tensed and screamed before releasing all over my hand. Her juices ran down my chin while pussy spasmed around my fingers. I had to hold her down with my other hand so I could keep my mouth on her and my fingers in her; I wanted her to ride out her orgasm until the last wave crashed over her.

  When she finally stopped thrashing, I removed my fingers from her and planted a tiny kiss on her clit, making her jump a little. It was probably so sensitive right now. As I slide up her body, I offered her my hand with the fingers that had been inside of her. She opened her mouth and licked them before taking them all the way in and sucking them clean. Damn, she kept getting sexier and sexier.

  She took my head in her hands and pulled my face towards hers. “I want to taste me on your face.” She leaned forward and licked my chin clean of her juices before planting her lips on mine and kissing me hard, thrusting her tongue into my mouth.

  The little thread of control I was holding on to snapped and I ended the kiss, pushing her back on the bed. She fell back with a whimper and looked up at me, eyes wide.

  I reached over and opened the drawer in the nightstand. I pulled out a condom and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth and moaned, spreading her legs. Fuck, she was such a slut in the bedroom; I loved it.

  I tore it open and rolled it down my cock. I was so hard now it ached and I was afraid I was going to come as soon as I buried myself in her tight heat. I wanted to make this last and I wanted to fuck her so I could feel the way that pussy felt coming all around me.

  I knelt between her legs again and placed the head of my shaft at her entrance. She got up on her elbows and watched.

  “Cane,” she pleaded when I teased her opening with the head.

  “What’s wrong kitten?” I asked with amusement. Sweat was dripping down my forehead now as I tried to restrain myself from ramming deep inside her like I wanted to and fucking the shit out of her.

  “Fuck me,” she pleaded, reaching for my cock.

  I couldn’t hold back anymore and I thrust forward in one movement until I was all the way inside her. She cried out my name as I filled her and wrapped her legs around my waist, taking me even deeper. Damn, she felt amazing.

  She circled her hips and I moaned. “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last very long.”

  I started to move slow, adjusting my movements until her whimpers got louder and I was hitting the right spots. My pubic bone was bumping her clit. By the way her eyes were almost rolling back into her head, I was pretty sure the head of my cock was rubbing her g-spot. If I did this right, this orgasm would be even more intense than the last one I gave her orally.

  “Tell me when you’re going to come,” I muttered, reaching up to play with her nipples. I pinched them lightly and pulled on them before leaning down and sucking on one

  She made a sound deep in her throat and dragged her nails along my back. I cried out and arched; I think the bitch drew blood.

  “So…close…,” she whimpered and moved her hips, meeting my thrusts.

  “Come for me, kitten,” I leaned down and murmured into her neck. “Come all over my cock.”

  I scrapped the edge of my teeth along the sensitive flesh and she screamed out my name again, her pussy clenching my cock when she reached her climax.

  I got up, bracing an arm on each side of her as my thrusts quickened. Her cunt was milking me and it
wasn’t long before I tumbled over the edge after her, moaning her name harshly. My body shook with the force of my orgasm and I came with an intensity like I’d never experienced before.

  I collapsed on top of her, our sweaty bodies entangled together. I kissed her forehead and rolled off of her.

  “Holy shit,” I muttered.

  “Yeah,” she sighed and flopped her arm over her forehead.

  We lay next to each other, neither of us saying a word; we each had to catch our breath after that. I needed something to drink. Not beer either. I needed to replenish my fluids because I planned to do that again soon.

  “I need some water. Do you want some?” I asked. She nodded, not saying a word.

  I rolled out of bed and grabbed my jeans, slipping them on before going out to get two waters from the fridge. I left and closed the door behind me, a little shaky on my legs yet.

  The rest of the band was still out partying, so it was dark and quiet. I glanced back at the closed door at the end of the bus; I certainly wasn’t missing anything by not being with them tonight.

  Even after all of the women I had slept with, it hasn’t ever been like what I just experienced with Lindsey. I’m sure it sounded cliché and if I told her that, she would roll her eyes and laugh; I probably would do the same.

  With so many women, they were there because of who I was. They wanted to please me in hopes of becoming my girlfriend or even Mr. Stephens. Few of them truly seem to enjoy the sex and only worry about pleasing me.

  Lindsey was totally different. She used my body for her pleasure as much as I did hers. She didn’t care who I was. She wanted to get off as much as I did.

  I got two waters and leaned against the counter. I opened my water and took a drink so long I finished the bottle. I tossed it in the recycle bin and took another one before heading back to Lindsey.

  Maybe she would be interested in continuing this at least as long as the tour was going on. It wasn’t usually my style, but if she was this much fun in one night, I wanted to explore more with her.