Agonize

by Xavier Neal

  “I don’t wanna share...”

  “I know.”

  “Can we still have Fandom marathons?” her muffled teary voice questions.

  With a chuckle I reply, “Of course. How else is my niece gonna be raised right?”

  Maxx sniffles pulling away. “How do you know it’s a girl?”

  “There’s hair on my knuckles longer than the ones on your face, Kid,” Kellar says as they stomp back down the stairs. “You don’t need a $200 razor.”

  “Okay but you don’t need a $200 haircut and it doesn’t stop you.”

  “My job pays for those.”

  “I feel it can pay for my razor too.” Dean folds his arms sternly across his chest.

  “Because you already have a mini-Kellar. If you have another one the universe most likely will implode or the apocalypse will begin,” my joke causes her to giggle and Kellar’s face snaps to our direction.

  “Why are your arms around my wife? Don’t you have your own?” he growls as the doorbell rings.

  “Shouldn’t you worry about making sure your mini-me doesn’t walk out of here without those?” I point to the keys on the counter.

  Immediately he grumbles, “Damn it,” before shuffling out the room.

  Maxx slips away from me and tries to reach for the cupcake, which looks too difficult for me not to help.

  Seriously. To those of you who do the whole pregnant thing. Hats off. I think I’d rather carry the thing on my back or left leg than right in the way of everything. And yeah, I know it’s not a choice, but if it was...

  “Lex is having a small show Monday night. The rest of the fam is coming...think you can come?”

  Maxx takes a nibble out of the peace offering and nods, “Yeah. I’ll give it a chance for you.” When I smile she says, “But remember, if she breaks your heart, pregnant or not I’ll break her face.”

  “God, do you have to sound just like Kellar?”

  “Yes,” he answers, leaning against the kitchen island.

  I give him a sarcastic look that makes him smirk like the asshole he is.

  Aren’t you glad everything is finally settling back to normal? I know I am.

  Chapter 10

  Tony

  I shove my hands into my jean pockets and rock on my heels anxiously waiting for Lex to come from out of her room in the back.

  “I can’t believe we’re backstage!” Erin exclaims loudly bouncing up and down. “Like, we’re really backstage!”

  “That’s where we are,” C.J. smirks. “Keep bouncing about it, baby.”

  Erin looks down at her chest that’s fully exposed in a thin black tank top and shoves her hands on her hips. “You can’t keep your eyes off my tits can you?”

  “I don’t have to,” he shrugs.

  “You know what,” she starts, but shuts her jaw when one of Lex’s band members strolls around the corner. His eyes land on Erin. He approaches and she coos, “Well hello rock god.”

  “Foxy,” his gravelly voice replies wetting his pierced bottom lip at her.

  How long until C.J. flips out?

  “How about I see you topless after the show?” he offers.

  “How about you don’t?” C.J. steps up prepared to attack.

  Her guitarist shrugs and heads in the direction of the stage not replying.

  “What is wrong with you?” Erin snaps storming off.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” C.J. counters behind her.

  Kellar starts chuckling beside me when Maxx snaps, “What are you laughing at? You’re no better than she is!”

  “How the hell—”

  “You think I forgot already?” she says loudly over the noise from the eager crowd on the other side.

  “I told you. I was staring at the dragonfly tattoo on her neck.”

  “You were staring several inches lower than that!”

  “I was not—”

  “I have to pee.” Maxx looks angry at the same time slightly sad.

  With a smirk I point to the right and she pushes past him gunning for the bathroom. In an irritated voice he snaps at me, “I blame you for this.”

  “How do you figure?”

  “It’s your wife’s concert we have to attend that’s making my life miserable.”

  Still love every time someone says that.

  “Stop gloating,” Logan groans again. “I had to listen to Maxx describe numerous round fruits she looked like while changing. I wasn’t sure if I should be hungry or scared by the end of it. I can’t take much more of this,” he shakes his head shoving his hands in his jean pockets. “We almost didn’t even make it. Do you know how fucking hard it was to convince her that no one was going to be thinking she was a bad mother by coming to a rock concert?”

  I open my mouth to respond when I see Lex heading towards me in fish net stockings, red high heel knee high boots, black high waist shorts, and a long sleeve crop top that stops right under her boobs. Her red hair that I love to tug the fuck out of is shaping her face with a simple wave to it.

  Is there time to fuck her before the show?

  “You didn’t hear a word I said did you?” Kellar elbows me hard in the ribs.

  “Hey, baby,” she tosses her arms around my neck and pushes her lips roughly on mine. Dropping my lip open to make room for her tongue, I swirl mine around hers. Before I can get too caught up, she pulls back and drags her hand down my chest, “Missed you today.”

  “I missed you,” I reply.

  “Are you really wearing that?” Maxx whines looking at Lex.

  Lex offers her a gentle smile, “Yeah. Does it look bad?”

  “You look like the cover of Rolling Stone,” Maxx compliments her.

  At least that’s an improvement, right?

  “And I...I look like the missing piece from Hey Diddle Diddle.” She folds her hands on her stomach.

  Lex giggles and puts an arm around her shoulder. “You look beautiful.”

  “Thanks,” Maxx smiles sweetly.

  “I told you,” Kellar tries to chime in.

  “Oh don’t you even try it.” She snaps. “I didn’t forget about little Miss Dragon Slut already.”

  “Who?” Lex looks at me puzzled.

  “How many times do I have to tell you I wasn’t checking her out?” Kellar complains again.

  “Until I can claw the image out of my head of your tongue hanging out of your mouth from seeing her in mini shorts—”

  “It was a mini skirt,” he corrects.

  “Seriously?!” Maxx screeches and storms away, back towards where we will be watching Lex perform.

  “Shit,” he gripes, rushing after her.

  When it’s just the two of us Lex wets her lips and bites her bottom one at me.

  Do I have time to fuck her before the concert?

  “If you can make it quick...” she tempts me, dragging me towards her dressing room in the back.

  The moment the two of us stumble inside and the door shuts, I grab her by the hair to pull her into a deep kiss. She yelps in a bit of pain that results in her biting my bottom lip. Wasting no time, my fingers start frantically yanking at the buttons on her shorts as she unbuttons my jeans. Before either of us has time to process it, my pants and boxers are around my ankles, her shorts and stockings are tossed to the side, my dick is wrapped and buried deep inside of her.

  “God, Tony,” she tosses her head back hitting the makeup mirror behind her. The way her pussy clenches around me lets me know it missed me just as much as I did it. I leave one hand firmly gripping her leg and use my other to grip the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair.

  “Say it again,” I demand on another thrust that makes her body shake.

  “Tony,” Lex repeats trying to toss her head back in pleasure, but receiving a forceful jerk of it forward instead.

  “Look. At. Me.” Roughly I continue to pound into her, the small counter top banging against the wall in unison with her panting.

  I fucking swear the whole thi
ng sounds like a porn movie sound effects system.

  One of her hands runs up the back of my neck and digs into my hair clearly desperate for something to hold on to. The slight tease of pain has my cock ready to explode.

  Selfish bastard should wait his turn right?

  Letting go of Lex’s leg I slip my hand between us, my fingers immediately drawn to their favorite toy. As I tug the jewelry I watch her shut her eyes, moaning now in a deep soft song volume.

  Suddenly there’s a pounding on the door. “Showtime, Lix!”

  When she doesn’t answer I tug at the clit ring again in unison with a hard thrust. “Showtime, baby.”

  The combination sends her singing at the top of her lungs, “I’m coming! I’m coming!”

  Her entire body vibrates running straight through me freeing the orgasm that was impatiently waiting its turn. Quickly moving my hand I grip her by both hips, anxious to keep inside her throbbing pussy that’s being greedy in its effort to suck every last drop out of me.

  After just a moment to catch our breath Lex lifts my chin up, brown eyes sparkling. “Again after the show?”

  With a wide grin I nod in agreement before mounting her lips with mine.

  I totally just boned a rock star backstage. Wait. Does that make me a groupie?

  Chapter 11

  Lex

  As I walk through the front door of Tony’s apartment I pull my hair tie out of my hair to let it hang loose.

  Yes, I’m doing this on purpose. He prefers it down. Shit...when did I become the woman that does this kinda shit for the guy she’s in love with. No! No I didn’t say that! I didn’t mean that. I meant, guy she’s boning that she happens to be married to. What do you mean that sounds like love?

  “Hey, baby,” Tony says from behind his laptop not bothering to look up.

  “Hello,” I say in a saucy voice, rehearsal Lix still slightly turned on.

  I love being Lix. She’s rambunctious. She’s sexy. She’s in charge. She does things like set off fireworks for no apparent reason in the middle of the show. Dumps bottles of water on herself in the middle of an outdoor winter concert because she likes the way it makes her hair look when the wind blows. She’s one bad ass bitch, but there’s something about getting to be Lex, who I’ve always hated, I kinda love now. Damn it. Again, with that L word. What the fuck did Kronk put in my soda?

  “How was your day?” he asks just like a husband should ask a wife.

  Does he have to keep making it so much harder for us to be able to walk away from each other?

  “Better now that I’m home,” I play the role dropping my bag by the door, kicking off my flip-flops. Seeing him still typing away at his computer I ask, “Are you working?”

  “Yeah, I uh...have to finish this website change before we head to dinner at my parents’ house.”

  “We’re going to dinner where?” I question walking over.

  “My parents,” he repeats even more unhappily. Without a second thought I remove the computer from his lap, shut it, and place it on the coffee table. “Hey!”

  Leaning down I drop a kiss onto his lips that has him pulling me on to his lap by my hips. When his cold fingertips run softly along the small of my back I finally pull away with a small lick of his top lip. “Hi...”

  “Hi,” he greets back, hands running up my back. His hard body flexes underneath me.

  “You were saying?”

  “I was talking?”

  With a short giggle, I wiggle my hips so his hard on is wedged nicely in between my pussy that’s only covered by a pair of black yoga shorts. A deep groan crawls out of him as his hands grip my ass. Teasingly I shake my head. “No-huh. Not until you tell me about dinner with you parents and which ones. I thought they were divorced.”

  “Baby, I can’t keep a hard dick and talk about the people who decided to bring me into this world to try to save their marriage at the same time.”

  I lean my lips down to his earlobe to whisper, “I think you can.” My tongue torments his earlobe until he groans again. “Try. Faster you talk, the faster I can ride that big cock of yours.”

  Tony’s fingers dig sharply into my ass cheeks before deciding to slip underneath my shorts for a better feel. “Uh...dinner. Parents.”

  “Full sentences, Tony.” I lick his ear again, one of his biggest hot spots.

  “Can I promise to tell you about it after?” He begs his fingers now roaming, sliding down, and slipping inside me with an easy push.

  I can’t help that just looking at him makes me wet. It’s like the Clark Kent meets Superman thing even though he doesn’t wear glasses. You know what I mean.

  “Promise?” I whimper, rocking my body back on his fingers.

  “Keep moaning like that baby and I’ll promise you anything,” he says before putting his mouth on top of my nipple over my black Led Zeppelin t-shirt.

  Letting him off the hook of answering my questions for the moment, I enjoy the feeling of his fingers pushing inside of me. Tony continues the slow motion bringing me closer to the edge with each well timed push while his tongue continues toying with my nipples on the outside of my t-shirt. Thankfully he can’t handle much more foreplay either causing him to lift me up to quickly undress me. Once both of us are naked I drop back on to his lap, arms tossed snug around his neck as I lower myself onto his dick that I’ve been craving to have inside me.

  “Fuck....” Tony moans helping lift my hips up and down. “That feels...too good.”

  With my eyes drifting close I realize he’s right. It feels too good. Too perfect. Too intense. Too—

  “Condom!” I croak out stopping my body.

  The corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk as he shrugs. “I’m your husband, baby. I think we’re okay.”

  “Tony—”

  “I’m clean. Relax,” he instructs urging me to move my hips again.

  Reluctantly I do because the temptation to feel the experience bare just once in my life is so strong. Even though my hips are betraying me I whimper, “And what if I’m not?”

  “You are,” he argues as his dick hits my favorite spot.

  Too lost in the moment to continue this pointless debate by now, I spread myself wider to allow him room to do what no other man has ever been able to at a constant rate. In a matter of minutes the two of us are tangled in sweat, kisses, and so much heat we might burn through the couch. I feel Tony’s cock stiffen to the point of no return, which causes my pussy to clench tighter, already on its second time around the orgasm bend.

  “Come for me, Tony,” I whisper in his ear. “Mark me as yours.”

  On an animalistic roar, he fucks me harder, a hand now woven through my hair forcing me to stare into his eyes with each thrust acting as an echo to the words, “You. Are. Mine.”

  The overwhelming emotion of belonging to someone mixed with the euphoria of having already come once causes another ripple to tear through me bringing him along with me. Warm burst after burst falls out of him and into me as my body does it’s best to ride every pulse.

  Tony’s head falls back against the edge of the couch on a heavy sigh. “Every. Damn. Time.”

  “What?” I lay my body against his, face pressed against his chest.

  “You. Every time I’m with you, it’s just as amazing as it was the first time.” My face curls into a smirk repositioning us so we’re lying on the couch side by side. “Actually, it’s even more amazing. I didn’t know that was possible.”

  Who compliments a girl after sex? That’s not normal right?

  “I love being with you,” Tony continues, his fingers now lightly stroking my back.

  Knowing how much I wanna say that back, but knowing better than to buy into the moment I playfully say, “You’re just saying that to get out of telling me about your parents.”

  Another deep sigh leaves him. “My mother and father married each other at eighteen, a couple weeks after graduation. They ended up having my brother a year later. He was their pride and joy. The s
alute to their perfect marriage. However around the time my brother turned five, they started having marital problems, so instead of dealing with the issues they thought they’d have another baby. Instead of saving their marriage it tanked it. I am the ultimate tribute to the failed attempt. So, they treat us as much,” the disdain in his voice can’t be missed. “Everything Mike does is right. Everything I do should be better. Occasionally my dad tries to cut me some slack. That’s more than I can ever say about my mother. A few years ago Mike was tired of them bickering and us having to split all of our time between two households, so he made them come to an agreement of monthly dinners with both sides of the family.”

  “They both got remarried?”

  “Yup,” he clears his throat. “Neither had more kids, but both married the opposite of each other. Mom married some posh architect and moved into a loft in the middle of downtown and my father married some back woods trailer park thing.”

  “How old were you when they finally got divorced?”

  “Thirteen,” Tony answers. “They waited until after my brother graduated. They didn’t want him to have to suffer through that.”

  I let my fingertips run down his chest hoping to soothe the tension floating through him. Just moments ago he was loose, warm, and alive. Now, he’s barely a shell of that.

  Guess we’re all a little damaged, huh?

  “Why do you go to these dinners if you hate your parents?”

  An awkward silence fills the room. I give him a moment to get lost in his own head before I can sense that if I don’t push him, he’s not gonna answer.

  I know I don’t have the right to push him, but I’m going to anyway.

  Shifting so I’m straddling him again, I use my hands to move his face towards me. “Why do you go?”

  He shrugs, “I don’t know. I guess some part of me hopes that one of these days they will realize they have two sons they can be proud of.” A deep swallow comes out of him and I watch as his hand strokes the dancing stars that are on my thigh. “You don’t see me like that...”