by Amity Cross
I was due in at the studio, so I dragged myself out of bed, the underwire of my bra digging into my boob at an odd angle. He hadn't even taken it off while he fucked me with his hand, he hadn't even stopped to please himself other than rubbing his dick against my ass through his jeans…
I was so fucking confused. What the fuck did Mick Savage want? Shit, what did I want? The answer wasn't a simple yes or no anymore.
It was a fucking conundrum.
When I finally arrived at the studio, the band were already there. For once I was the late one and that had more to do with my hovering outside the door with my stomach in knots than anything else.
Affliction was lounging around, Joe on the phone out in the hall, Rob tinkering with the soundboard, and West was standing with Mick, guitar straps slung over their necks. They were playing something I couldn't hear through the soundproof glass, but my heart did this stupid fucking somersault at the sight of the man who'd stuck his fingers in me about six hours prior. I was mostly obsessed with that part of the night, totally forgetting the moment he'd pushed into my room with this sexy as fuck determination on his face. He'd kissed me stupid. I'd always thought about what it would feel like to have Mick Savage's lips against mine. How he tasted...
When his gaze lifted and caught mine, a lazy grin pulled at his mouth. He turned and said something to West and set down his guitar.
Fuck. What was I going to say?
The door opened and he was there, and all I could think about was how close we'd stood the night before. How he'd tasted, how his skin felt against mine. How he'd laid me in bed and kissed my forehead like I was something precious. What was precious to Mick Savage? Certainly not a woman.
Rob wasn't paying attention and West had his back turned, so he stepped right into my personal space, making me giddy.
"Montgomery," he murmured, brushing his fingertips down my bare arm.
I didn't know what to do, what he wanted, so I shook my head.
"How's your hand?"
I shook it as if it'd loosen the ache that had set into my bones. The skin was a little blue-ish from the bruise that had risen overnight. "Super."
Joe pushed into the room, forcing us apart. "Hey, Sasha. Alexis is coming in on Friday."
"Do you want me to organize a car?" I asked, trying to hide the fact that I was all flustered.
"Yeah, if you could. I'll go out and meet her."
"Okay. Send me the details and I'll book it later on."
Once Joe had disappeared back into the studio, Mick grabbed my arm and dragged me out the side door into the already hot Californian morning.
"I'm not done with you," he said, backing me against the brickwork. We stood next to a big, green, smelly dumpster. How fucking romantic.
"Does the one time thing only apply to your cock or is your hand included?" I asked, the sarcasm practically dripping from my words.
"I never said anything about one time. I never said anything because you still won't let me."
"Then say your bit, Savage."
"I saw you, Sasha," he murmured. "I finally fucking saw you."
"You saw my tits."
"And your pussy." I slapped him, but he didn't budge. "And I wanna see it again and again and again. I want to do more than just see it. I want to touch it." He trailed his fingertips across my waist, zeroing in on the one spot he seemed so fixated on.
"I don't just want sex, Mick," I said, not strong enough to stop him from touching me exactly where I wanted him to. "I want more. Can you give that to me? I don't think you can."
"Mmmm…"
"It's a conflict of interest," I moaned as his fingers pressed into my clit, a layer of lace and denim in between our skin. "It wouldn't fly."
"What if it didn't matter?" he asked, taking his hand away. "The band, the label, the fuckin' world. What if it didn't matter?"
"Savage," I said, trying to keep some shred of decorum. "You're going to break me."
"I would never-"
"Don't make promises you can't keep."
"Sasha, don't."
"Just laying it out there, Savage."
"I'd take care of you."
"Stop." I placed a finger over his lips. "This thing is going to destroy us. It's already destroyed me."
"Fuck that," Mick growled, curling a strong hand around my wrist. "I'm not going down without a fight. You know how many women I've fought for before you, Montgomery? None. Fucking, none. You're far from destroyed, you're-"
The door opened and Mick stepped back like he'd been caught doing something naughty. He had been doing something devious - pressing my button. West stuck his head out and when he caught sight of us, his eyes narrowed.
"Mick, we're ready to start."
Savage glanced at me once more before slinking off back into the studio, his gaze warning me that this wasn't over, not by a long shot.
West lingered at the door, his expression full of concern as he held it open for me.
"Is everything okay with you guys?" he asked as he closed out the heat and sunshine.
Deciding to go the 'mostly truth' route, I replied, "It's no secret his antics piss me off, West. We're trying to work shit out."
"Do you want me to say something to him? We've been mates a long time, Sasha. If he's giving you crap-"
I held up a hand. "It's fine, seriously. I'm the fuckin' manager of this sideshow and if I can't handle one playboy guitarist, then what hope do I have of keeping the gig?"
He nodded, still not looking convinced, and squeezed my arm. "Look, I know the others are too busy in their own little worlds to realize it, but I really hope the label decides to make you a permanent fixture in these parts."
"Thanks, West."
"I've already put in a good word, but you should tell the guys. I know they'd feel the same way. You worked fucking magic after Furlough whipped up that shit storm."
I rolled my eyes. "Furlough, a.k.a Voldemort."
West smirked at my stupid analogy. "Harry fuckin' Potter?"
"Someone's gotta wield the magic wand." I gave him a wink and we walked together back to the studio, wondering about all kinds of future prospects.
"Hey, your arm's scratched up," he exclaimed.
I shrugged. It wasn't a big deal. "I went to a gig last night."
"Yeah?"
"Some punk thing in the ghetto."
"Good for you."
Fuck, West was such a nice guy these days. He got that I wanted to live a little, why couldn't Mick?
The more I thought about our little tryst last night, the more I wondered if this thing was really as one-sided as I thought it was. Someone was going to get burned and I wasn't going to let it be me.
After that, Mick and I did this kind of...dance for a few days. He would walk into a room and I would walk out of it. He'd try to say something and I'd pretend to be on the phone. He'd try to get me alone and I weaved my way into a crowd. But for the first time since I'd joined Affliction, even as stage manager, I didn't see him run off with anyone else. I assumed a guy like him stuck his dick in something at least three to four times a week and I wondered how he was handling it. I wondered if he really meant what he'd said by that romantic green dumpster. That he'd fight for me.
If he wanted to fight, did that mean he felt something other than a raging hard-on? It was a thought to hot to handle.
I didn't have the guts to hang around with the guys after rehearsals, so I ventured back to the hotel. I fully intended to lock myself in my room, order room service and watch a really bad movie, but it seemed Mick still hadn't let things go. I was walking down the hallway, the sweet, sweet sanctuary of my room awaiting, when I heard footsteps following my hasty retreat.
"Montgomery," Mick called out from behind and déjà vu rattled through my veins.
This time, I stopped and turned to face him and the music. He stood in front of me, all fucking sexy and brooding and I wanted to kiss him stupid.
"Why are you always running from me?" he asked
, shoving his hands into his pockets. Like he was putting them someplace else so he could keep them occupied.
I shrugged, not knowing how to voice my feelings. On one hand I wanted to fling myself at him, the other I wanted to keep him away.
"You can say anything to me."
Letting out a long sigh, I began to walk toward my room. "I don't know how to explain how I'm feeling," I said. "I don't know if this thing has been…" I waived my hands around as much to cover my embarrassment than anything.
"Been what?"
"Foolish." Foolish and insane for over three and a half years.
He just stared at me with some unreadable expression. Unlocking the door, I angled my body inside as if the distance would solve everything. I went to close him out, so I could go on avoiding the inevitable, but he stuck his boot in the door at the last second. I thought about stamping on it again, but I wasn't as mad. So, we were back at the foot-in-door stand-off routine.
"It's too weird. Professionally," I said, through the crack.
Why was I avoiding him? Why? Because I was afraid. I was shit scared of ending up useless and I didn't know how to get over it. It was who he was, why would he change? I was terrified of having my heart broken.
"Let me the fuck in," he said, shoving a shoulder against the door. He was way too strong for a petal like me and he forced his way inside.
"Things are already weird, Mick," I countered. "If we let this go any further, we can't take it back. Everything is going to change. Everything."
"Then let it," he growled, pulling me against his body.
His lips met mine and it was different than the other night. He kissed me with a hunger that I'd felt from no man before him. His hands dug into my waist as the tip of his tongue forced my lips apart and there was nothing I could do to stop my entire body from responding. I could be all Daisy Do-Gooder all I wanted, but deep down I ached to be the wild punk chick from the other night. I wanted to claim him as much as he seemed to want to claim me right now.
Our tongues did this wild dance as we pawed at each other like horny teenagers. Fingers finding skin, pulling off clothing. I ran the flats of my palms up and down his chest, exploring the rise and fall of the hard muscles across his stomach.
"Fuck, Montgomery," he groaned, pulling back. "How can you be all arms length when you kiss me like that? All that shit is telling me is that you want it just as bad."
"I want it, Savage." I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, moistening it with my tongue. "Are you still going to toss me tomorrow and find someone else to play with?"
"You're still hooked up on that?" he asked. "I'm not going to throw you away." He lowered his mouth toward mine. "I want to keep you."
"I don't want you touching anyone else."
"I told you Montgomery," he murmured, his breath hot against my lips. "I saw you. I can't think about anyone else. I don't want to touch anyone but you."
"Mick-"
"I'm going to be brutally honest with you. I never say shit I don't mean. Especially to women." My heart constricted. "Everyone of them knew what they were getting into, even if they still thought they could change me." The constriction started to get painful. "I only promised a one time fuck. No numbers. No second chances." Fuck, was I having a heart attack? "And I certainly never told any of them that they were worth fighting for. None. Of. Them."
I stared up at him, totally enraptured.
His lip curled. "Do I need to spell it out for you, Montgomery?"
"I think so," I squeaked.
"I want to fuck you and only you. I. Want. You."
Holy mother of god.
His grasp tightened around my waist. "I'm dying to put my cock in your tight little pussy and make you come. Did you know how hard I jacked off after I fingered you the other night? Do you?"
A wicked thought flashed through my mind. "I want to watch you jack off to me."
"Fucking hell," his hissed, pushing me back onto the bed.
I landed on my back and from the fire that was burning in his eyes, there was no way he was stopping now. I was getting my wish, I was getting my fantasy. Let him fuck me because I was going to fuck him. Who gave a stuff about the band, my career, I wanted Mick Savage's cock. End of fucking story.
He practically tore my jeans off, and his were gone in record time. I couldn't think of the fact that I was laying in my knickers and bra, my gaze was firmly locked on Mick's cock. I mean, I'd felt it through his jeans the other night, but I hadn't actually seen it. How could a cock be so…
"Stop lookin' at me like that, Montgomery," he said.
"Like what?" My gaze never left his dick, not for one second.
"Like I'm something to eat."
"But, you are."
He let out a strangled moan as he knelt on the edge of the bed, fingers hooking underneath the sides of my knickers. As the thin strip of lace material peeled away from between my legs, I felt air kiss my heated skin in the most delicious way. I reached around and undid my bra and flung it away and realized I was one hundred percent naked with Mick Savage. Fuck me…yes, please.
Strong hands were against my thighs, urging them apart and I spread wide for him, opening myself up to take whatever he wanted to give. And what he wanted to give me was his mouth. His tongue ran the length of my folds, rasping against the sensitive flesh and I arched my back off the mattress at the abrupt contact. Something about oral sex used to turn me off, tongues on appendages, taste…but the way Mick was lavishing attention on my most private parts was…shit, I didn't know what it was, but it felt good.
"You taste fucking amazing," he muttered into my pussy, the vibrations of his husky voice adding to the already building pleasure. He began sucking on my clit, flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth, making me squirm, holding my hips down with one hand. "I never eat out, just so you know."
"You're fucking good at it," I gasped, kneading my breasts.
He slipped a finger inside me, swirling it round, the pad of his thumb replacing his tongue. He licked and sucked the insides of my thighs as he slowly built me up to orgasm. First with one finger, then a second, his thumb pressing a little harder each time. The whole thing was excruciating and the single most erotic moment of my life. It wasn't like I was a virgin, but sex wasn't like this, was it? A marathon of pleasure, pain, want, need, attention…
Mick slipped a third finger into my pussy, the musky scent of my arousal filling the air. His fingers weren't enough, not by a long shot.
"Mick," I moaned, trying to grind against his hand.
"Mmmmm?"
"I want your cock."
"But I'm enjoying your naked little body writhing around too much." He flattened his palm against my clit as he positioned his body over mine. I felt his heavy erection nock against my thigh and rub against it. His palm began to circle as his tongue licked across a hard nipple.
"Fuck," I gasped.
"You gunna come?" he asked, sinking his teeth into my breast.
"I'm close."
"Good." He fingered me harder, increasing the pressure against my clit and I couldn't hold on. I wanted to come with his cock inside me, but there was no way I was stopping this. My body had ideas of its own.
I tipped over the edge as my orgasm rolled over me and I was hardly aware that my fingers were digging into his skin, then burying into his hair as he sucked on my tits like they were something sweeter than honey.
"Does that feel good, Sasha?" he murmured. "Do you like my fingers? I told you I'd touch you again."
I was too dazed to answer and abruptly, he pulled his fingers out, leaving me whimpering for more. The absence of his touch sent shivers down my spine and I opened my eyes. He was sitting up on his knees, rolling a condom over his impressive fucking cock and my pussy began to squirm again. Another orgasm? I didn't know if my body could take it, but at the sight of him stroking his length, I found myself not caring. I wanted it in me.
"You want it?" he asked, watching me, watch him.
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p; I nodded and he crawled over me again, pressing his lips to mine. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I moaned as the underside of his cock rubbed along the length of me, pressing against my clit. He drew back and the sensation of his cock pressing against my opening almost undid me even before he'd ventured in.
"Not yet, Sasha," he whispered against my open mouth. "We come together this time."
Dipping the head of his cock just inside, his lips found mine again and he kissed me hard, our tongues fucking each others mouths, betraying how much strength it was taking him to hold back. He didn't need to hold back. I wanted it.
Biting on his bottom lip, I gasped, "Give it to me."
And fuck, did he ever.
Spreading my legs wide, he thrust and struck deep and hard. Our skin slapped together and it was the hottest sound I'd ever heard. I felt him bury into me, I felt every inch of him, and it was better than any fucking fantasy I'd had while masturbating and I suddenly felt the urge to tell him.
"You feel so fucking good, Savage," I panted, swirling my hips against his pelvis. "I fantasized about your cock in me as I fingered myself. Did you know that?"
His eyes widened. "Fuck, you have a dirty mouth. So. Fucking. Dirty."
"Move."
"I want to savor you. I want to fuck you slow. I want to drive you mad."
"Plenty of time for madness later." I squeezed the walls of my pussy around his cock and a heavy breath escaped through his parted lips. "I've dreamed about this for three and a half years. I want it hard and I want it now. Don't even think of disappointing me." Mick dipped his face against the crook of my neck as he slid his cock out to the tip. "Make me scream, Savage."
I thought I was ready for the moment he went back in, but as he thrusted again, it was deeper and harder than I thought was possible. I'd unleashed a beast and it was exactly what I wanted. He hit my clit hard and I think I cried out, but it felt too good to care. He didn't stop and was moving again, hitting hard, pumping his cock in and out, our skin slapping together.