Sweet Renegade

by Large, Andria

  Shit, I’m so close.

  I speed up my hand and squeeze harder. My mouth opens in a silent scream as my cock explodes, shooting hot jets all over my rigid stomach. I keep stroking slowly, milking myself until I finally stop leaking. I slump in the chair, sighing heavily as my erection finally ceases to exist. I grab tissues from the box on the desk and clean up. I exit the porn site and hit the sleep button on my computer. Before going back to bed, I use the bathroom in the hallway so I don’t wake up Lizette.

  I wake up to a shrill alarm screaming at me. I groan, reaching over to the bedside table blindly feeling around for my phone, which is the culprit making the noise. My hand finally lands on my phone and I grab it. Cracking an eye, I swipe my finger across the screen to shut it the hell up. I glance at the time on it. 7 am. Shit, that sucks. I only got about two hours of sleep. Thank god I’m not the one driving. I stretch my big body out. Joints crack and muscles pull tight. A heavy female sigh reminds me that I’m not alone in my bed. I drag my eyes open and turn my head to look over at the most beautiful woman in the world.

  Sitting up next to me, she is rubbing her face hard. She pushes her hair out of her face and glances over at me, giving me a small lazy smile. “Morning,” she murmurs.

  “Hey, did you sleep good?” I ask.

  “So good, your bed is phenomenal,” she moans, closing her eyes for a moment.

  I grin. “I know, right?”

  “I’m going to need to get one of these.”

  “Or you can just sleep in mine for the rest of your life,” I reply, my grin turning wicked.

  Lizette gives me a bored look and smacks my bare chest with her knuckles. “No.”

  “A man can dream, can’t he?”

  She rolls her eyes and gets out of bed, grabbing her clothes from yesterday then heads into the bathroom. I stretch one more time before throwing the covers off. I go over to my dresser to pick out clothes for the day. I’m already packed for the trip and my suitcases are out in the living room. I pick out faded jeans and a plain white T-shirt. I want to look as inconspicuous as possible if I’m going to be stopping by Lizette’s condo with her. I get dressed quickly and slip on a white baseball cap, backward.

  Lizette comes out of the bathroom dressed in her clothes from yesterday. She looks me up and down before giving me an approving nod. Damn, she’s beautiful in the morning. Her hair is tousled and her eye makeup is a bit smudged under her green eyes, but she does look refreshed. She finger combs her hair as she leaves my room and moves down the hall toward the kitchen and living room.

  I go into my bathroom to take a piss and brush my teeth. I pack up a few last things from the bathroom before heading out to the living room. I shove my stuff into one of my suitcases before turning to find Lizette rummaging through my refrigerator.

  “Whatcha doin?” I ask.

  “I’m gonna make us an omelet, we’ve got some time,” she says.

  “Sounds good,” I agree. “Can I help?”

  Lizette glances over her shoulder at me, sending me a sweet smile. “Sure, you can get me a pan, bowl, cutting board, knife, and a fork.”

  I salute her. “Yes, ma’am.”

  She rolls her eyes and shakes her head at me as she starts pulling stuff out of the fridge - eggs, cheese, butter, peppers, onions, and mushrooms. Nice! I didn’t even know that she could cook. How hard is it to mess up eggs, though? Not very. Even I can cook eggs and I’m one of the worst cooks on earth.

  We’ve just finish eating when my front door opens and Rob walks in. Shit! I totally forgot about Rob! Rob blinks stupidly as he takes in the scene in front of him - Lizette and me cleaning up the kitchen at 7:30 in the morning. His brown eyes look back and forth between us a couple of times, narrowing slightly as he does.

  “What the hell is going on here?” he asks in confusion.

  “Ahh…I…we’re…” I stutter.

  “Those are your clothes from yesterday, right, Lizette?” Rob asks, eyebrow rising as he points at her.

  She blushes, opening and closing her mouth a couple of times. She glances at me for help.

  “Rob, you can’t say anything, alright.” I sigh, squeezing the bridge of my nose.

  “What exactly am I not saying anything about?” he replies slowly. “The fact that Lizette is in your kitchen at 7:30 in the morning in the same clothes from yesterday?”

  “Don’t be an asshole, Rob. We’re just seeing how things go between us, we don’t want everyone to know,” I snap at my friend.

  Rob purses his lips as he nods. He rubs his buzzed head as he thinks about it. “Okay, I won’t say nothin’.”

  “Swear?” I demand.

  “Swear.” Rob nods.

  “Beau, it’s probably best if I just go to my place by myself and then meet you at my office,” Lizette murmurs quietly.

  I frown. “Really?”

  “Yeah, you go with Rob and I’ll meet you there. No chance of getting caught that way,” she says with a tight smile.

  I nod. “Okay.”

  I lean down and give her a quick kiss on the lips before she grabs her things and starts for the door.

  “Tell Dennis I said hi,” I call after her.

  She turns with her hand on the doorknob, a genuinely fond smile on her face. “I will. See you soon.”

  She walks out, shutting the door behind her. I look over at Rob who has a giant grin spreading across his face. I groan, knowing exactly what Rob is going to ask.

  “Please tell me that you are no longer a virgin,” Rob says, clasping his hands together in prayer.

  I scowl at him. “Still a virgin, dickhead.”

  “Damn it, man! You are going to try and take care of that with her right?” Rob squawks.

  “Dude, you act like I’ve never had the opportunity to have sex. Believe me, I have had more than my fair share of offers, I choose to wait for the right person,” I scoff incredulously.

  “Right, you’re right, sorry. So what’s the deal with Lizette then? How come she suddenly agreed to go out with you?”

  “I asked for a month to prove that we are good together. I mean, we have serious chemistry.”

  “What happens at the end of the month?” Rob asks with a frown.

  “I’m leaving that up to her. I told her that we can either stay together or break up and I’ll never bother her again.”

  Rob’s eyes flash with pity. “Beau, you know that that is exactly what she’s doing this for, right? To get you to stop bothering her.”

  I smile sadly, a small ache forming in the center of my chest. “I know, but at least I get a month with her. All I can do is pray that she changes her mind.”

  “Don’t get your hopes up. Lizette is a stubborn, hardheaded woman and she is going to break your heart,” Rob says, shaking his head.

  “I’ll worry about that when the month is up. Right now, I just want to enjoy my time with her,” I murmur, walking over to grab my bags.

  Rob takes one and follows me to the door. I’m not stupid, I know why Lizette agreed to the deal. She wants to send me packing at the end of our month together so that I will stop badgering her for dates. Well, I’ll be damned if I don’t try my hardest to change her mind, maybe even get her to fall in love with me. God, I hope she stays.

  Chapter Six

  *Beau*

  I knock on Ace’s hotel room door and wait for him to answer. I am so not looking forward to the awkward conversation I’m about to have, but it needs to be done. He opens the door a few seconds later and smiles. Ace is a good-looking dude with crystal blue eyes that the ladies swoon over. His hair is dark brown, which he keeps semi-long up top; he says he likes having it pulled during sex. He also keeps a neatly trimmed goatee on his face. I don’t know if it’s even considered a full goatee since it’s just a mustache and chin hair.

  “Hey buddy, what’s shakin’?” Ace asks.

  “Can I talk to you for a minute?” I ask in return.

  His smile fades slightly as he moves to the side
to let me in. “Sure, man, come in.”

  He shuts the door behind me before coming up and clapping me on the back. His light blue eyes look me over.

  “What’s going on, dude?” he asks, a hint of concern in his tone.

  “I…ah…I need to ask you some sex related questions,” I say tightly. I can feel the flush creeping up my neck.

  Ace barks out a laugh. “Well, well, well, baby Beau has finally found someone he wants to boink, is that it?”

  “Yes.” I groan. I drop my head back and close my eyes, hating this conversation already.

  “You have definitely come to the right place, my friend. I can tell you everything you need to know about the female body and sex.” He chuckles.

  Ace leads me into the kitchenette area and tells me to have a seat. I sit at the little table while Ace goes to the mini fridge and pulls out two beers. He cracks them open and hands one to me as he sits down across from me. His crystal blue eyes are dancing with delight, no doubt loving the fact that I came to him for advice on sex.

  “So, fire away, what do you want to know?” Ace asks, sipping his beer.

  I can feel the heat crawling to my cheeks. Ace sees it, too, because his smile softens and his eyes fill with understanding.

  “Hey, it’s just us, I’m not gonna repeat anything you ask or say, I promise. If you’re thinking about having sex then it’s better to ask questions and know what you’re doing verses fumbling around like an idiot,” Ace says sincerely.

  I nod. “I know. It’s just embarrassing, I guess,” I admit, having a hard time meeting his gaze.

  “I understand. It was embarrassing for me my first time, too. I think everybody has felt the way you’re feeling at one point or another.”

  I take a deep breath and a sip of my beer. “Okay, I think my biggest issue is condoms, I don’t know what kind to get.”

  Ace shrugs. “It’s really all about personal preference. Definitely get something with spermicide as a precaution. I personally like the thinnest ones I can find, sensation is much better.”

  “Is there really a big difference in going with or without a condom?”

  “I wouldn’t know, never went without,” he replies.

  My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Really? Never?”

  “Yeah, man. I’m not looking to knock up some chick I’m never planning to see again, and I sure as hell don’t want an STD,” Ace scoffs.

  “What about when you were with Hannah?”

  Hannah was Ace’s girlfriend for two years up until a few months ago. She apparently couldn’t handle the lifestyle anymore. There were constant rumors of Ace cheating, which weren’t true, but she got tired of hearing it and just gave up on the relationship.

  Ace shook his head. “Nope, she wasn’t on birth control.”

  “Okay, so never ever go without a condom, check.”

  “Not unless you want a kid or an STD.” Ace chuckles.

  I smile, relaxing some. “Got it.”

  “So who’s the lucky girl who gets your virginity?” he asks curiously.

  “Well, I don’t even know if she wants it, I’m just trying to be prepared in case she does,” I say, picking at the label of my beer.

  “And who is she?” he pushes.

  “I can’t tell you,” I mutter, knowing Ace isn’t going to like that answer.

  He frowns at me from across the table. “What the hell does that mean? Why can’t you tell me?”

  “Because she doesn’t want anyone to know that we’re together,” I answer, glancing up to see him watching me shrewdly.

  “Why the hell not?” Ace grunts, narrowing his eyes at me before taking a swig of his beer.

  “It’s complicated, just don’t worry about it.” I sigh.

  “Fine,” he huffs. “Back to condoms; have you ever put one on before, just fucking around?”

  I feel my face turn bright red again. “No,” I croak.

  Ace smiles wide and finishes off his beer. “Alright then, let’s practice.”

  I gape at him as he gets up from the table and disappears into the other room. Practice? What the fuck? How does Ace want me to practice? Does he really think that I’m gonna be able to get a hard on in front of him? Not a fucking chance! Ace returns with a strip of square foil packets, five all together. He goes over to the counter by the sink and grabs a banana that is sitting there. He comes back over to the table and sets the banana and strip of condoms down in front of me. Relief washes over me, he wants me to practice on a banana! Thank freaking God!

  “Give it a try,” he says, motioning toward the banana and condoms.

  I rub me sweaty palms on the tops of my thighs. Why am I so nervous?

  “I feel like an ass,” I mutter as I reach for the strip of condoms.

  “Better than looking like one when you are in the middle of fooling around and fumble with a condom that you don’t know how to put on.” Ace snorts.

  I raise an eyebrow at him and smirk. “True.”

  Ace nods toward the condoms on the table. “Go on.”

  I blow out a breath and grab the strip of condoms. I rip one off then tear open the package. I look at it, trying to figure out which way it goes. I grab the banana when I think I’ve got it figured out and set it over the bottom of the fruit.

  “Helpful tip, pinch the tip of the condom before you roll so it doesn’t get air in it,” Ace says.

  I do what he says and roll the condom down over the banana. I hold it up to show Ace, who smiles and nods.

  “Good job, do it one more time then you can keep the rest,” he says.

  After practicing one more time, I pocket the rest of the condoms. Ace warns me that they do have an expiration date – something I didn’t know. I thank my best friend before heading back to my own room. We had already done the radio shows in Philly and had arrived in Hollywood this afternoon. We already did the taping for The Tonight Show. We will be heading over to do Jimmy Kimmel Live in a couple of hours.

  I haven’t had one second of alone time with Lizette since we started this trip and I was hoping to convince her to spend the night with me again. That’s why I went to Ace when I did. I want to be prepared. Lizette is the only woman I have ever considered losing my virginity to. I know that she won’t go around spreading rumors about me that could get back to my mother. That is one of the biggest reasons I’m still a virgin. My mother is very religious and believes in waiting until marriage. She’s never forced that on her kids, but I know that it would break her heart if I ever became some kind of man-whore who slept with a shit ton of groupies. I can’t do that to her, so I’ve waited. And if Lizette doesn’t want to be with me in that way, then I will wait longer.

  *Lizette*

  I yawn, covering my mouth with the back of my hand. We are all crammed in a van on our way back to the hotel. It’s almost 2:00 am and I am completely wiped out. Jet lag doesn’t help either. I somehow ended up next to Beau. His arm is resting on the back of the seat behind me with his fingers brushing my shoulder, on purpose no doubt. I can see the longing in his eyes, he wants to touch me so badly, but since we’ve been in a group pretty much this whole trip, he hasn’t been able to. I have to admit that I have been tempted a few times to go up and hug him just to take that pained look out of his eyes. Beau is a lovey-dovey, touchy-feely kind of guy. He’s affectionate and I know that it is killing him that he can’t show his affection for me in front of everyone else.

  So, in the van, I lean into him and drop my head onto his shoulder. I could have done that with any of the guys, so they wouldn’t think anything of it. He makes a soft pleased noise that only I hear and leans his cheek against the top of my head. He’s so warm and comfortable that I find myself dozing off.

  I wake to Beau’s quiet voice telling the guys to go ahead, that he would take care of me. I hear Roland mutter something, but can’t make it out. Beau quietly tells him to shut the fuck up. Whatever is going on between Beau and Roland seems to be getting worse. I’ve noticed them arguing
more and more. Eventually, I might have to step in and force them to talk it out and make up. Friction within the group is not productive and could potentially be destructive.

  I feel Beau’s fingers trail across my cheek. “Hey, Sugar, wake up, we’re here,” he murmurs softly.

  I drag my eyes open and focus on Beau, whose face is hovering just above my own. I give him a soft smile. “Hey.”