by Rae Spencer
Arianna laughed. She enjoyed the show and watching Tom perform. The girls laughed over some of his antics. They joked about some of the comments made between the guys and they all burst out laughing as bras went flying on stage and landed at the guy’s feet.
Tom had glanced over a few times and smiled at her. Side stage was crowded now and she wondered who all these people were. She didn’t know any of them. She didn’t worry. The other girls seemed to take them in stride so she assumed all the people were with the band in some way.
Kevin started his drum solo. The other three walked to the back of the stage. Arianna’s eyes followed, but she couldn’t see what they were doing or where they were.
“They wipe down back there.” Lily yelled over the drums.
“What?” Arianna turned toward Lily trying to read her lips.
Lily yelled louder pointing to the back of the stage. “They wipe off. They get very sweaty.”
“Oh… okay.” Arianna nodded at Lily.
Kevin stood up at the end of his solo stretching his arms in the air and the crowd screamed. He grabbed a towel and wiped his face off. The other three came back to the front of the stage. They played for another half hour then said goodnight.
They waited for the encore and when it started the crowd went nuts. The guys finished with some goodnights before walking off the stage. The light came back on signaling the show was over.
Lily turned to her, smiling. “Let’s head back to the dressing rooms.”
Arianna walked with them to the dressing rooms. She hadn’t been to them before and was glad they knew where they were.
The three women excused themselves and went into their husband’s dressing rooms leaving Arianna standing in the hallway. Should she go in? Should she wait out here? Tom didn’t say what he wanted her to do. What if he didn’t want her in his dressing room?
She stood outside the door debating when Tom opened the door.
His smile quickly turned to a frown. “What’s wrong?”
“I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to come in or wait somewhere else,” she said.
He shook his head, grabbing her hand, he pulled her inside the dressing room and closed the door behind her. “You belong in here with me, understand?”
Arianna nodded, standing next to him.
He saw the uncertainty swimming in her eyes. “After the shows just come back and right in. No knocking, no asking… you’re the only one I want to be in here with me.”
Arianna smiled.
“TV if you want to watch, but I’m soaked and need a shower.” His hair dripped sweat on his shoulders.
She sat on the couch as he went into the bathroom and jumped in the shower.
She didn’t turn the TV on just looked around the room again. There was a bunch of drinks and other stuff on a table. She walked into the bathroom since he hadn’t closed the door. “Tom, am I allowed to have one of the drinks on the table?”
He turned around, his mouth open as he stared at her a moment before nodding.
She walked back out into the main room.
A few minutes later, he walked into the main room with a towel wrapped around his waist as he rubbed his hair with another.
Her fingers tingled at the sight of his bare chest.
He motioned toward the couch as he sat down. “Sit by me for a minute.”
She walked over to the couch and sat next to him. He seemed annoyed. She chewed her lip.
He reached over and cupped her chin stroking her lip. He pulled the pink flesh free of her teeth. “You don’t ever need to ask if you’re allowed to have something in here. Anything in the dressing rooms, catering or wherever, you can help yourself to at any time. You don’t need to ask. Do you understand?”
She nodded, her brow furrowing.
He tempered his voice seeing her confusion. “Everything in here is for us. If you want something different in the rooms like your favorite drink or snack, just let me know and it will happen.”
Arianna got lost in his eyes.
“Butterfly, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or think you need to ask permission for anything. If you’re hanging out in one of the other dressing rooms with the girls and you want a drink you get one. No need to ask. This stuff is for the band, our families and friends, and you’re part of our family,” he said.
Her eyes danced. Family, part of his family, she liked the thought.
He cupped her face and arched her neck. His mouth settled over hers as his tongue plunged inside.
She returned his kiss wrapping her arms around his neck.
He pulled away. His lips a whisper from hers as his breath wafted over them. “Wait until I get you back on the bus. For now, I can’t do anything here. I’m sure the girls are going to be down tonight.”
“Why?” She tilted her head.
He laid his forehead against hers. “To make sure you’re settling in. Sometimes we have guests. But no one comes into the dressing rooms, except you and me without asking. Even the girls will knock first.”
She nodded.
He brushed his nose against hers. “You’ve full access, Butterfly. You’re the only one who can be here after the show while I shower and change. Everyone else has to wait.”
“I didn’t mean to make you angry by asking.” She didn’t understand how everything worked. She had only been here a day.
“I know and I wasn’t angry at you,” he said.
“Weren’t you?” She leaned her head back.
He laughed. “No, at myself. I should have explained all this to you before and brought you back here so you knew. I'll go over all the workings of the show with you later. Let me get dressed before the girls show up.”
Chapter 8
Tom smiled as Arianna smothered a yawn while walking toward the bus. It had been a long day for her. Overall, it had gone well. Her first day on tour. He still had some things to go over with her, but he was glad she seemed to get along well with the other girls.
He punched in the code, opening the door. She walked up the stairs ahead of him.
“We’ll head out in a few moments, Butterfly,” he said.
She walked down the hallway and into the bedroom. “Okay.”
The bus started to pull out and once they were moving Tom went into the bedroom to check on Arianna. He found her sound asleep still dressed and her sneakers on slumped on the bed with her feet on the floor.
He knelt by the side of the bed and untied her sneakers. He pulled them off her feet, picking her legs up, he laid her on the bed. He stripped and put his shorts on. Climbing on the bed, he slid behind her, pulling her against him and watched her sleep.
She had her hair in a braid, but he preferred it loose. A fiery halo surrounding her face. He pulled the rubber band off and untwisted her braid. He smiled as she turned toward him, cuddling. He wrapped his arm around her, laying his chin on her head.
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Arianna’s body jerked and trembled. Tom quickly looked down. Her sleepy eyes were open and startled.
“Butterfly, are you okay?” He brushed his fingers over her cheek.
“Yeah,” she mumbled sleepily. Tremors ran through her body.
“You seemed startled again.” His fingers moved down her face to her lips.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. It’s strange waking up beside you.” She clenched her fingers, concentrating on her breathing. His warmth touched her, skimming across her skin like a beacon in the night washing away the fear.
“Is that all it is, Butterfly?” Concern colored his voice. He brushed hair off her face. Her body seemed panicked.
“Yeah.” She didn’t look up. She gritted her teeth. She didn’t want to tell him the truth. Not yet!
He cupped her chin, lifting her face he gazed into her eyes. “If something is bothering you, you can tell me.”
She stroked his lips. “It’s different for me. I’m not used to it.”
He sucked her finger into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue
. He watched her eyes. He didn’t believe her. There was more than she was saying, but he didn’t press.
Her eyes flared as he sucked harder on her finger. He pushed her on her back. His mouth touched hers moving slowly upon her lips.
She glided her fingers into his hair, holding him close.
He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. Her panic had receded. He smiled before kissing her hard. His tongue plunged in raking her mouth, taking over and dominating. She could sense his power and arched into him.
He lay on top of her, his tongue slamming into her mouth. His fingers tangled in her hair. He ripped his lips from hers and sat up. His eyes burned her. “Take your clothes off.”
She swallowed hard. The need radiating from his eyes was a torch for her lonely soul. She pulled her shirt over her head then took her bra off. She stood and undid her shorts, yanking them and her panties down her legs in one shot until she stood naked before him.
A warm blush began to burn her cheeks and she shifted slightly as his eyes roamed over her.
He reached for her waist and pulled her between his legs pressing her body against his. Her arms circled his neck and their mouths met.
Her tongue teased his. She rubbed her breasts against his chest.
He broke the kiss, lying back on the bed with his hands lingering on her waist. “I want to taste you, slide up.”
She licked her lips. Her body burned, but she was unsure of what he wanted her to do.
He reached down, tugging her legs until she was kneeling over him. He grabbed her waist, dragging her up his body until her pussy was in his mouth.
Her legs spread on either side of his head as his tongue licked and his mouth sipped. He pulled her thighs farther apart and his mouth devoured her. His arm lay over her thighs, holding her almost motionless. He loved the scent of her, swirling around him. It was pure liquid intoxication. Her taste was the only ambrosia he would ever need.
She wanted to move faster and harder, but his arm held her in place. Her body pulsated. She gripped the comforter and a moan fell from her lips.
He sucked her clit and she cried out. Heat radiated out from where his tongue licked, scorching her body. Her juices flowed into his mouth and he lapped them up.
He released her thighs and she glanced down at him. She wanted him inside of her, thrusting. She saw her juices covering his face and smiled. He licked his lips. His need evident in his eyes.
He slid her off him then stood.
Her eyes followed his every move as she turned to face him. He stripped his shorts off, motioning her over to him.
She crawled over the bed, kneeling in front of him. Her eyes ran over his body and she reached out to touch his cock. She ran her fingers down his silky length, fascinated by the veins pulsing along the sides.
He groaned and his head fell back. He forced himself to stand still under her ministrations.
Her fingers moved down past his base cupping his balls and squeezing gently. She ran her fingers over the indentation between the two.
His mouth crashed down on hers as her fingers circled his cock and began to stroke him. His hips thrust in tune with her strokes as her touch sucked his control out through his pours.
He broke the kiss closing his eyes. Her other hand came up to stroke his balls. “Arianna, stop,” he said.
“Why?” Her hand continued to stroke him her eyes plastered to his face.
“I can’t take much more.” He reached down grabbing her wrists and pulled her hands away.
“Turn around and kneel.” The moment she was in front of him with her ass inches away, he grabbed her waist and pushed her legs apart with his knee. He knelt on the bed between her spread legs and thrust deep.
Sparks flew from where his cock entered her body. He was so deep inside of her that he filled her completely. White streaks skittered up her spine as he pulled back, slamming into her again.
She gripped the covers, arching. He slammed forward. Her breasts jiggled with the momentum.
He arched his neck and pounded into her.
“Tom.” Her stomach quaked, her body flushed.
He held her waist tighter.
She cried out as he slammed into her one more time. His cock throbbed inside of her. He convulsed, shooting his seed into her. His deep groan sent shivers of delight up her spine.
He pulled her up to his chest rolling them onto the bed keeping them joined. “Butterfly, you drive me nuts.”
She wrapped her fingers around his hand, squeezing and stroking his fingers. She glanced over her shoulder at him. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?”
He kissed her shoulder. “Travel day. We'll be on the bus all day and will get to the venue late tomorrow morning.”
“What do you do on a travel day?” She snuggled against him.
“Normally, I watch movies or play video games. This time I plan on playing with you.” He laughed.
“We can’t spend all day in bed.” She turned in his arms her hands resting on his chest.
“Yes, we can.” He grinned pulling her tightly into his arms.
****
Arianna woke without panicking and Tom was relieved. Together they made French toast for breakfast.
“What movie do you want to watch?” Tom asked.
Arianna shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. Whatever you want.”
He popped a movie in and sat on the couch. She sat next to him. Together, they got into the movie and the next. They ended up spending the whole afternoon watching them.
It was late when Arianna turned to Tom. “What do you want to do for dinner?”
“What do you want?” He had forgotten all about dinner.
“I don’t know. We didn’t buy any food for dinner on the bus. Breakfast, drinks and snacks only.” She shrugged.
“I’ll get the driver to stop.” He stood and walked toward the intercom.
“Will there be a store by the next venue so I can pick up food for dinner when we’re on the bus?” She watched him push the button and tell the driver they needed to stop and get some dinner.
“Yeah, we can find something,” he said.
They picked up some fast food and sat eating while watching more movies. Tom hoped Arianna wasn’t too bored with watching movies with him. His eyes moved from the TV to her. He wanted her. He turned on the couch and dragged her to him, his mouth finding hers.
Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss.
He broke the kiss and stood. He turned off the TV, grabbed her hand and pulled her up. They walked back into the bedroom and he closed the door, wrapping his arms around her.
He plunged his tongue into her mouth. He caught the edge of her shirt, breaking the contact of their mouths only to pull it over her head and drop it to the floor. Her bra followed then her pants and his clothes until they both stood naked.
She ran her hands over his back up his shoulders. She broke the kiss and her mouth traveled down his chest to flick his nipples.
He tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her against his chest. She slid her mouth over his stomach and dropped to her knees before him. She glanced up and his eyes flared. She cupped his balls with one hand, while the other stroked his shaft. He groaned as her tongue slid down his cock.
He pulled her away and her lips pulled into a pout.
He turned sitting on the bed. “Okay, Butterfly, but when I tell you to stop, you have to stop.”
“Why?” She tilted her head.
“I don’t want to blow in your mouth,” he said.
“Why not?” She pouted.
He groaned. He did, but not yet. “Not the first time.”
She nodded from between his legs. She enjoyed the feel of him in her hand. She slid her tongue from his base to the tip licking the drop of liquid that formed there.
The wet heat of her tongue created a fire pit in his stomach.
She slid her tongue over his head before taking him into her mouth.
H
is body jerked and he let her do what she wanted.
Her mouth slid down his cock, careful to make sure her teeth never touched his silky smooth skin. The taste of his essence lingered on her tongue. The aroma of his maleness flowed through her nostrils and she squirmed on her knees.
His hips thrust and fingers guided her head groaning as his cock slid farther into her mouth.
“Butterfly, stop.” His breathing was harsh.
His cock fell out of her mouth as she looked up at him.
“Ride me.” He pulled her up until she straddled his hips. His fingers teased her nipples. She guided his cock to her entrance and slowly slid down.
She used her legs to ride him. Her neck arched and her nerves fluctuated with each plunge and retreat.
“Harder.” He cupped her breasts, pushing them together.
She slid down harder.
His hands skimmed down her torso then grabbed her waist, guiding her as he slammed into her.
She exploded, crying out. Sparks skidded along her skin until she collapsed onto his chest. She lay for a few moments, content in the aftermath then realized he was still hard and throbbing inside of her. His breathing ragged against the top of her head ruffling her hair. She came up on her elbow, “You didn’t?”
A light dusting of moisture covered his face. “Not yet. Kneel on the bed for me.”
She moved off him and turned kneeling on the bed. She watched him kneel behind her. He rubbed his cock along her pussy before plunging deep.
“Spread your legs wider. Lean forward and push your ass up high.” Her musk enflamed his senses and his eyes closed. Head falling back, he slammed into her until his balls tightened.
Her pussy pulsated around his cock. She cried out as shivers burst over her skin. He slammed into her one more time, shooting deep. His hips pumped with the last surges of his orgasm. Waves of electricity ricocheted over him as his body finished throbbing.
He pulled her against him, collapsing on his side, kissing her on the head.
Chapter 9
Tom watched Arianna sleep. He wanted to wake her and love her again. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. He wanted, no needed, to know where she was and that she was safe. He smiled. He wasn’t an idiot. He understood what it meant and how he felt.