by Orr, Pauline
Joe shot him a look and rolled his eyes while Blake laughed, “We have an image to uphold. Thirteen is shrouded in superstition… why not?”
“Uh-huh! Working it, aren’t you?”
The door opened and Joe led us to a room, used the keycard to enter, and checked it out before allowing us inside. He paused at the door to say over his shoulder, “I’ll be next door if you need me.”
After he left, Blake switched the TV on but quickly turned the station when the local news featured their band.
“You don’t like the fame, do you?”
He shrugged, “At first, I did. It started to wear on me after a while. About that interview…”
“Blake, I can’t be unbiased here so…”
He studied my face, “Just write the truth. What did you think?”
“You guys sounded excellent. Pumped the crowd like pros and all that. I wanted to do a piece that showed behind the scenes but I…”
“What if you just interview the remainder of the band and avoid writing about me?”
My eyebrows rose, “That’s not what the fans want. You’re the one at the mike so they want to hear about you.”
He shrugged, “So, write a little about me and focus on the other band members. The drummer is new. I know he’s chomping at the bit to get attention.”
I thought it over for a second before nodding, “Okay, I’ll try.”
He called the other members in as I grabbed my notes. While we waited for their arrival, he pulled a bottle of champagne out, “Cause to celebrate.”
I shook my head, “I can’t write if I’m seeing double.”
“Just sip it, then.”
I took the glass he offered, “I don’t remember you being so pushy!”
He laughed, “Oh… you have no idea!”
Before I could respond, the band filed inside his room without knocking. The bassist’s eyes darted between us and nodded, “So this is the woman that’s changed your mood lately.”
Blake shot me an ‘I told you so!’ look and reluctantly nodded. The bassist stuck his hand out, “Devon. Nice to meet you and don’t do you dare leave.”
I laughed and shook his hand as the lead guitarist bounced onto the bed, “Same here. He’s been a terror then flipped on us suddenly. Oh… I’m—”
“I know your names already. You’re Steve…” My pen motioned toward the drummer, “…and you go by Rand.”
“As you probably know… I’m Kristine.”
Each nodded so I proceeded to ask them my list of questions. The drummer excitedly answered most while the remainder gave me tolerance and shot amused looks at Rand. Blake watched the process but he concentrated on me for the most part.
His presence became territorial when the drummer lightly flirted. I nervously downed my champagne and he immediately closed his hand over mine, refilling my glass while pointedly staring at his peers. Quickly getting the message, Rand backed off but blurted out, “Guess we’re not sharing her, huh?”
My jaw dropped as I glanced at Blake who scowled at the drummer, “No, shit! Do I look like I’m in the mood to share her?”
Shaking his head, he rose and asked me, “You’ve got enough material, right?”
I nodded, trying to dowse my own roaring emotions at this new information. I downed my second glass of bubbly while they scrambled out the door. Blake lifted my glass to pour a third while saying, “Yeah, there’s that.”
I tried to stifle my anger. After all, I’d been married. He put the glass down, dragged his shirt off, and lifted me to him.
I calmly asked, “Where do we go from here?”
“You come with us.”
My eyes narrowed, “How am I going to do my job while traveling with you?”
“You won’t need to work. Shit, you can blog about our travels.”
“And join your other women?”
Impatience flashed over his face, “There are no other women.”
“That’s not what they said!”
That wildness flew over his face as his thumb grazed my lips, “It’s been a few months. We’ve both had pasts. Let’s leave it at that.”
I silently nodded, knowing he was right but still irked at the situation. I grabbed the glass of champagne and downed it but, before I could grab the bottle, he pulled me to him, “You’re gorgeous when you’re angry.”
His mouth dropped to mine, firm and demanding, which sent my hormones reeling all over again. After a searing kiss, he pulled back and I realized my ire was fueling his arousal.
My eyes narrowed, “You’ve changed. When did pissing women off start turning you on?”
Laughing, he claimed, “Pissing women off doesn’t do shit but pissing you off fires me up.”
His hand landed on my ass hard and I pushed at him, “Jesus, Blake, what the fuck?”
His dark laughter and wild look made me even madder. Just knowing he was doing it to get his rocks off had me clenching my teeth. He pulled his hand back again to slap my ass.
I growled, “Don’t you…!”
His hand made contact a split-second before he pushed me down. Enraged now, I shoved at his chest which brought thrilled and heated laughter rumbling out of him. The realization that I was fueling him was beside the point. I was so mad that I couldn’t stop now.
He grabbed my flailing arms and pinned them to my side, lowering his face to mine with raw lust brewing in his eyes. His lips stopped above mine to whisper, “Show me what you got!”
“NO!”
He brought my wrists together to free one hand and roughly pinched my nipple, causing me to jerk under him and screech. My temper got the best of me, sending me into an angry writhe.
“Oooh… yeah! That’s it!”
His raw lust shot me into fury. I fought him with everything I had but his teeth slammed onto my neck, showing me who was boss and driving my passion off the charts. I went from fighting to tearing at his clothing. His dark laughter simultaneously amplified my ache and fueled my anger, benefiting his wildness until he’d shredded my clothes right off me.
By this time, I was panting under him while he was holding me down and promising to boldly rock my fucking world. My ragged moaning begs were probably heard by the other band members as he wrestled me over onto my stomach to slap my bare ass. I cursed and fought while my blood boiled from his roughness and my pussy ached for him to boldly fuck it.
He dragged me to the end of the bed. I tore the bed sheets off, sliding them down but I went limp when his fingers thrust inside me. He pumped me into slickness before rubbing my ass and driving a thumb inside, scooting me up the bed. Whimpering, I pushed into the bed and ground into his hand.
He pumped both holes, firing me into a state of need where I was begging him to tear me up. Spanking my ass with his bare hand, he asked, “What do you want?”
“Damn it, Blake!”
I tried to pull myself back up the bed but he fucked me harder, collapsing me onto the bed in a writhing mess while he hissed, “Tell me what you want me do.”
I cried, “Fuck it—fuck my ass!”
He crawled over me, pinned me to the bed by the nape of my neck while I ground against him. I’d only had anal with him but the memories always haunted me. He slowly entered me, making me beg him to wreck me all over again. Instead of doing what I desperately wanted, he slowly slid into me while digging his fingers into my ass cheeks.
I thrust backwards into him, gasping my pleas but he held my hips, mercilessly teasing me into begging louder. He finally plowed inside, pumping furiously into me. I collapsed to my elbows and sank into the mattress in a boneless, whimpering heap. He pulled me over, stroking my clit while rocking his hips sideways.
I immediately seized on the bed as my pussy began to clench, sending waves of bliss wrecking my mind and body. His fingers drove inside, fucking my pussy while his cock thumped in my ass. I gushed on him, queefing liquid while he growled in satisfaction. At that point, I could have died happy as long as he continued granting m
e pleasure.
His fingers tugged, slid, and fucked before spreading my slit wide as he curled his hips and jerked inside me. I slapped the bed, grabbing the sheet and bucking my hips against his pumping cock. Even though I knew he came, he pulled out and slammed into my pussy to fuck me even harder. My nipples heaved into the air as my mouth gaped.
Wet noisy queefs drenched the air but his dark tone sliced through them, “Yeah, Baby, juice that cock up!”
He fucked me up the bed, turning me onto my side and driving even deeper. I curled backward around his bent knee, soaking the bed sheets with my queefs as my body turned into a fluid heap from the feminine bliss flooding through me.
He shoved a hand into my hair, kissing my neck and whispering in my ear, “Marry me, Baby. We’re too good together.”
I weakly looked up at him, “Are you serious?”
He nodded, “Believe me, I’m dead serious.”
I frowned, “Are you planning on pissing me off every time we fuck?”
Laughing, he pulled out and lifted me to him, “You fucking better believe it!”
I slapped his shoulder but grinned, “Okay.”
Completely awed that he’d thoroughly demolished my senses, I said, “You know, you could have done any damn thing you wanted and I would have accepted it.”
He grinned, “Yeah?”
I laughed at his thoughtful expression, “What are you planning?”
He wouldn’t tell me while we took a shower even though I bugged him relentlessly. Afterward, I logged onto my laptop to try to write my blog but couldn’t concentrate with him darting glances at me.
I finally stopped and asked, “What?”
“You never did answer me.”
I frowned, “What was the question?”
His eyebrows shot up, “I proposed.”
“I said ‘okay’”
He rose from the bed, “I’d like a little more than a simple okay as if you’re responding to a food order.”
I rolled my eyes, “Yes, Blake, I would love to marry you.”
He nodded, “That’s more like it.”
“Did I bruise your ego?”
He shot me an amused look, “Keep it up and I’m going to bruise something else!”
Tickled that he was human after all, I shut my laptop and slipped my arms around his neck, “Do I need to kiss it and make it better?”
He nodded, “My ego just happens to live in my cock.”
“Damn, you just fucked the hell out of me and now you want a blowjob?”
Grinning, he said, “Blowjobs are always good and you give some damn good head.”
Patting his shoulder, I promised, “Maybe in the morning. Aren’t you tired?”
“Not too tired.”
With a groan, I crawled across the bed we hadn’t drenched, “Seriously, let me surprise you in the morning.”
“Damn, Baby, surprise me? You just told me.”
“Well, okay, if you don’t want…”
He quickly said, “I didn’t say that!”
I laughed as he wrapped around me, whispering words of love along with goodnight. Exhausted, I fell asleep immediately only to wake up in the middle of the night. I had to use the restroom so I tried to ease out from under him but he pulled me to him.
Squirming, I moaned, “Blake, I have to pee!”
He released me so I quickly headed to the restroom, grinning on the way back with plans to wake him up. Unfortunately, he was on his stomach so I curled around him and went back to sleep. I awoke the next morning with him staring at me.
“You ready for breakfast?”
I murmured, “Coffee!”
“It should be ready.” With a grin, he pulled himself out of bed.
Bringing two paper cups back to the bed, he handed me one and cringed over the other one, “I can never get used to hotel coffee.”
I laughed but agreed as I sipped mine. He turned the TV on as he drank his before asking, “You still like omelets, right?”
Nodding, I asked him why and he motioned toward the door, “Joe’s bringing a cart back with a variety but I told him to make sure there was an omelet.”
“Thank you!”
“Want me to add some sausage to that omelet?”
I rolled my eyes, “I was going to surprise you but you were on your stomach!”
“Tickle my fucking balls, Baby… what the hell?”
I laughed and stroked him through the sheet, “When is Joe suppose to arrive with that?”
No sooner than I spoke the last word, a knock sounded. Blake made a face, “Shit!”
I quickly pulled the sheet around me as he barked, “Enter!”
Joe wheeled it in and, with a quick salute, spun around and left. Glancing at Blake, I cringed, “I hope he didn’t hear us.”
He laughed, “You know how hotel rooms are… paper thin walls.”
My face reddened as peeked at the cart. There were pancakes, omelets, bacon, and hash browns amongst pastries and fruit glazes. My jaw dropped, “We’ll never be able to eat all this!”
He grinned, “Who the fuck said we would be eating it all?”
I grinned, “Damn, you’re kinky!”
“You wouldn’t know kinky if it bit you on the…”
I ran a finger through some blueberry glaze, bringing it to my tongue. His hand shot out and shoved it in my face while that dark laugh rang through the air. My screech of anger made him tackle me. He immediately scooped some blueberry glaze out and held it over my face.
I grated out, “I was going to suck that off your cock!”
He smeared it down my chest, “You like strawberries, right?”
My hand slapped into the glaze and I wiped it on his chest. He grinned, “Now lick it off, Baby!”
He rolled, placing me on top so I scooped more strawberry glaze, and crawled down his body. Smearing it over him, I dragged my tongue over his shaft and smacked my lips. He grinned but shoved my face down on him, laughing wickedly when my teeth nipped him.
“Ah…yeah. Bite it. Go ahead. I’ll show you who bites harder!”
I wiped the red glaze, smearing it in the process, as I licked his cock again. Both of us jumped a mile when the door flew open. The drummer froze, his mouth hanging open, before he cursed and quickly fled. Blake roared as I stared, slack-jawed, at the door and then at him.
Taking advantage of my expression, he pushed my face down on him again. My temper flared immediately.
Slapping the bed, I growled, “Stop it!”
“Ooooh. Let’s get you all pissed off.”
I grabbed his cock in an attempt to collapse him into an aroused zone. His fingers immediately flew into my hair, “Need some help there, Baby? I remember you liked when I forcefully fucked your throat.”
My moan gave me away. Ignoring the stickiness, I breathed in the cloying sweetness mingling with his male aroma and rubbed my wetness along his leg.
He hissed in breath, “Ah, yeah. Smear that pussy on my leg.”
I whimpered around him as his hand tightened in my hair, pushing my head down harder onto him. Taking a breath, I let him bounce my head over his cock while lathering his shaft with my tongue.
My staccato moans grew louder as I rubbed his leg, driving my ache higher. I smeared glaze along with my saliva over his balls before he rolled, capturing me under him and placing his shin directly over my clit.
He fucked my throat with his fist buried within my hair, never breaking eye contact and always tweaking my clit under his leg. My nails raked his ass as my back arched at his controlling stance, unbelievably getting off in my submissive pose. He finally slowed so I could suck him long and hard, writhing while tasting him along with the glaze.
He watched me with a little knowing grin as if he knew exactly how his powerful stance drove me crazy. When my breathing grew erratic and I couldn’t quit squirming under him in desire, he buried his bulbous head in my throat as his shaft swelled. I relaxed my throat, taking him deep within before swallowing
repeatedly around him. Never taking my eyes off his, I watched his face twist and the muscles bunch in his neck as he exploded.
He pulled out, pumped his cock in his hand, and—knowing this drove me wild—granted me a cum-shot right in the face. I writhed under him, crying out as I clawed the sheets. Staring at me with a heated grin on his face, he shook his head, “God damn, Baby, you are something else. I could fuck you all day!”