by Amity Cross
“You’re like a fuckin’ sex god, Lil.”
She laughed softly, her breath fluttering against my heated skin. “Give me a few to recover.”
I tightened my arm around her, just content to hold her for a while. This woman. Shit. The number she’d done on me.
“Have things gotten any better with your band?” she asked once her breathing had slowed.
I shook my head. “It’s probably my fault. It’s all my reaction, not theirs."
“Reaction to what?”
I sighed, wondering if I should tell her all the things that led me to being outside at the exact moment she was being attacked.
Lilly squeezed my arm. “Tell me, Rob.”
“I told you they were all talking about sex,” I began. “They’re all attached, in fuckin’ love and whatever. I chucked a big fuckin' wobbly and that’s why I was outside when I heard you. Things kinda turned upside down after that.”
“You were jealous.”
“I was fuckin’ invisible,” I said sullenly.
“I don’t think they meant it,” she murmured. “I mean, when you’re like that, in love, you get wrapped up in it and can’t see anything else.”
I glanced at her, trying to read her from her expression, but she didn’t give anything away. “How do you know?”
She shrugged. “I thought everyone knew that.”
Snorting, I rolled on my back, but she followed, wrapping an arm over my waist and nestling into my side. “I guess I didn’t like being ignored.”
“Was that really it?”
“No.”
Her thumb began running up and down over my stomach and if she asked, I’d tell her. Right then, while she was beside me being all naked and fuckable, I’d say anything. I’d spill like an open book if she let me fuck her again. I didn’t like the control she had over me, but that was the thing, right? I didn’t care.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said, staring at the ceiling. “Because if it didn’t happen, then I wouldn’t have heard you and who knows what would’ve…you know."
“You can tell me,” she whispered. “You can tell me anything."
“I haven’t told anyone.”
“Why?”
“Because the past should stay where it is.”
“Sounds like it’s still in your present,” she declared.
“Fuck, Lilly.” I ran my free hand over my face. “I guess I have abandonment issues."
“Abandonment?"
"When I was sixteen, I came home one day and everything was gone."
"What do you mean?" she asked, her fingertips tracing over the tattoos on my arm.
"The house was empty. My Mum and her deadbeat boyfriend were just gone. No note. No nothing."
She looked like she wanted to say something, but didn't know what, so I pressed a kiss against her swollen lips to save her the trouble.
"I didn't want to get put into a foster home, so I ran off. Wasn't long before I got messed up with some pretty bad people. A nasty street gang out in the suburbs. Drugs, armed robbery, assault…they were into some pretty heavy shit for a sixteen year old kid. I did some fucked up shit."
"This was in Australia?"
I nodded. "I got arrested and the lawyer they assigned me was actually a pretty nice guy. He managed to get a deal with the courts that spared me a conviction and a year at juvie. Spun the whole abandoned kid with no place to go story. I got nothing but a fuckin' scare to last me a lifetime."
"What did you have to do?"
"Go back to school and pass," I replied. "So I went into a special program for fuck ups like me, passed, got accepted into University in Sydney, got my shit together…" I shrugged. "Past tense."
"Did you ever see your Mom again?"
Despite the black hole that had opened up inside me at the memories, the way Lilly said the word 'Mom' with a broad 'o' sound in the middle made me smile. "No, I never saw her."
"Not even after you became famous?"
"I'm not really famous," I said. "I'm the drummer. Drummers get stuck up the back."
“I think you’re famous."
"I'm nothing more than a reformed criminal."
Her fingertips lightly traced my lips and she smiled. "Liar."
"It's the truth." It's what I believed because people didn't change. Not deep down.
"You saved me from that junkie-"
"That was stupid."
"Not everyone would've stepped up like that." I went to argue, but she covered my mouth with her hand. "You're kind, you listen, you're persistent, you know what you want, you're strong, independent, talented… Good.... You don't give yourself enough credit. You should tell your friends. They’re your family right?"
I nodded, peeling her fingers away. “The only one I’ve got."
“Then why haven’t you told them about this?"
“I didn’t want them to look at me differently because of it."
“Why-“
“Can we not talk about it anymore?” I interrupted. “Can we just fuckin’ enjoy being naked together? I’d really like to get my cock hard again."
Lilly started to laugh, propping herself over me, her tits squashing against my chest. I ran my finger along the rise of each as she stroked a thumb across my jaw. They were really fuckin’ nice tits.
Her fingers ran across my lips. “I really like your dirty mouth.”
“Yeah?” My cock twitched. Still fuckin’ worked.
“Yeah."
"Hey," I asked. "Who were you dreaming about? The other night."
She squirmed against me. "Do you really have to ask?"
"I guess not, but it'd beef up my manly pride. Unless..."
Shoving me playfully, she said, "It was you, asshole."
"Fuckin' good," I growled, rolling her on her back, thankful that my cock was already waking up after our deep and meaningful insight into my criminal past.
Sliding my tongue into her mouth, I kissed her deep, my cock sliding against her pussy. She was fucking wet again and I cupped her ass, lifting her so she was completely open. Sitting back on my heels, I reached for another condom, rubbing a thumb over her swollen clit.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful like that,” I groaned. "All spread out, wet and ready to take my cock.”
Her gaze locked with mine and her lips curved into a sultry smile. Fuckin’ hell. She didn’t need to say shit, she just had to give me a little look, a smile, suck on her lip, touch me anywhere, spread her legs...and I was a goner.
Pressing the head of my cock into her pussy, I grasped her hips, tugging her up my thighs and burying deep. I rubbed her clit a few times before grasping her forearms, yanking her upright. Her lips smashed into mine and as she tongue fucked me and I held onto her hips, moving her up and down my cock.
Lilly rode me hard, our skin slapping together, panting and grunting, letting everything else fall away. She rode me into the fucking sunset and when we came, it was fucking shattering.
Lilly
Lilly Hunter. Fucked to death.
I’d never had sex like that, not in my whole entire life. Like some kind of porn star with a soundtrack to match¸ but fuck it all to hell and back…it was so good. So good, I found myself wondering why I’d held out so long. I didn’t care about Rob’s past, because you just had to look at him to know he’d made good. Life had beat him to the bottom and he’d worked his way right to the top. I actually admired him something fierce.
And he knew exactly how to please a woman.
When I finally woke, I was in Rob’s arms and we were all tangled together. Naked. I studied his sleeping face for the second time, raising my hand to trace his jawline. This time, when he began to stir, I didn’t stop. He was everything...
Suddenly, my heart started pounding in my chest as I realized my mistake. It smashed into me so hard, I couldn’t breathe. All I could see was Rob. I’d lost sight of the reason I was here in LA. I’d stopped looking over my shoulder and that was the thing that could get me killed. Fuck, i
t could get him killed...
“Hey,” he murmured, his voice all husky from sleep.
I stared at the ceiling, not knowing what to say. I wasn’t that kind of woman, was I? The kind that led on and fucked a guy only to drop him the moment the deed was done. It wasn’t like I wanted to, but that’s all he was going to see. Fuck.
“Lilly?”
Turning my head, I caught his gaze and there was this fearful expression there. He was just so handsome, kind, daring, brave…I ached for him knowing that I might have to walk away to save us both from something much, much worse. He wanted me. I knew he did and now that we’d slept together there was no taking it back. That day, when I’d stood outside the studio and stewed over going in or walking away? I should’ve kept walking and never looked back.
“What’s wrong?” Rob murmured, his lips against my forehead.
“I’m scared,” I whispered. Because it was true. He just didn’t know the real reason why.
“I know you’ve had bad experiences,” he began.
“You don’t understand…” I’d been a slave, a trophy…a punching bag…a toy.
“I’m going to look after you,” he murmured. “You don’t have to worry about anything."
He’d saved me once, maybe he could do it again. If I came clean, maybe he’d understand.
He seemed to notice that I was thinking too much about something when he said, “Don’t think about it. We’re here now and that’s all I want.”
“When did you become such a fucking romantic?” I drawled.
“The moment you let me fuck you like a rabid beast.”
Despite the rising panic in my heart, I began laughing. “Now I know why they don’t let you write the lyrics."
Rob tightened his arm around my waist and pressed his cock into my stomach. He was hard again and as he moved against me, I began to moisten. Did this man ever slow down?
“You’re fuckin’ sexy when you laugh,” he murmured before kissing me. “I need a shower, wanna join?”
“I don’t want to get out of bed,” I gasped, wrapping a leg over his hip, so the underside of his cock stroked against my clit.
“Neither do I, but I want you in the shower, Lil. All soaped up and shit.”
I didn’t get a chance to reply, because he scooped me up into his arms and lifted me clean off the bed. I began laughing like a maniac as he carried me into the bathroom and set me down on the countertop. I sat there all naked and covered in goose bumps as he turned on the shower, his cock hard and ready to take me. He watched me staring at him and stood in front of me, staring just as hard at my body. His gaze raked over my breasts, down my stomach and settled between my legs. Feeling bold, I brought my knees up, resting my feet on the counter and slowly began spreading for him.
Rob’s expression began to darken the same way it had last night before he slid into me for the first time. Right then, I felt powerful. I’d never felt powerful…ever. I was high on it. High on the things I seemed to do to this man.
I trailed a finger across my folds, spreading my arousal and he let out a shaky breath and began rolling on a condom. I nodded once and that was all the encouragement he needed. With one stride, his lips collided with mine, his tongue driving deep, hands grasping my thighs, pulling me against him.
Grabbing at his shoulders, I tightened my legs around him as he picked me up, our lips never parting. A second later, I felt hot water pounding against my skin as he pressed my back against the tiled wall of the shower. A hand dug into my ass as he held me up and the other was around his cock, pressing it against my pussy.
“You want it?” he asked, biting at my neck.
“Yes.” I was dying for him to put it in already.
He began sliding inside me, a low moan escaping between his parted lips as I took him.
“I’ve never put my cock in something as sweet as your pussy,” he murmured into my ear before licking droplets of water from my skin.
My fingers dug into his shoulders as we joined completely, the pounding water over our heads only adding to the sensation. As soon as his pelvis settled against my clit, he began sliding out, right to the tip before pushing back in. He set up a slow rhythm, pumping in and out, grinding against my clit with just the right amount of pressure to get me hot and wanting.
I didn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed about being with him, about the dirty things he said, about wanting to be pleased. I looked him in the eye as he fucked me and I didn’t look away. I moaned my pleasure, grabbed him wherever I fucking wanted to… Sex with Rob Hancock was like it was meant to be. Not about one person over the other, not about control or power - it was about both of us.
“How do you want to come, Lilly?” he asked, his voice all low and husky. Sexy as fuck. “Hard or slow?”
“Hard,” I moaned, my gaze never breaking from his. It made me squirm seeing the look in his eyes. “I like it when you fuck me hard.”
He thrust, striking my clit hard and I cried out at the sudden spike of pleasure that shot through my body.
“Like that?” he asked, pounding into me again. “You like it like that?”
“Fuck, yes."
He began fucking me hard, not slowing his pace, grunting every time he buried deep. “You like my cock pounding into you? You like it deep?"
“Fucking dirty prick,” I gasped, delighting in the sounds his cock made as he pounded into my pussy.
“You can’t get enough.” Slap. “I can’t get enough.” Slap. “Your pussy is mine.” Slap. “Come, Lilly. Come on my cock."
My orgasm was building fast under his onslaught. His dirty mouth…how could something so explicit be such a fucking turn on?
I smashed my lips into his as my orgasm began to roll over me. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue entwined with mine, as my pussy convulsed around his cock. His body tensed as he began to come with me and his lips broke from mine. He groaned loudly, burying his face into the crook of my neck as he thrust once, then again as we both reached our limits.
Slowly, he slid his cock out of my tender pussy, rubbing the head against my clit a few times before catching me in a kiss.
“Great fuck,” I said breathlessly and his lips curved into a sly smile.
“Fan-fuckin'-tastic fuck,” he echoed.
He held me up against the wall and if it wasn’t for his hips pressing into me, I would’ve sunk to the floor.
“Are you working tonight?” he asked.
I shook my head, my knees feeling weaker by the second.
“I have to go to the studio, but is it too much to ask if I can meet you after?"
“I’m tempted to keep you here all day,” I murmured.
“Fuck.” He sighed heavily. “Believe me, I never want to leave."
I reached for the soap. “I still have to lather you up, you know."
“How could I fuckin’ forget.” He set me down, my feet settling on the tiled floor.
I pushed him gently against the opposite wall, taking the condom from his cock and began stroking him with a soapy hand. No, I didn’t feel awkward and shy anymore. How could I when I couldn’t keep my hands off his dick?
“Fuck, Lil,” he moaned, closing his eyes. “You’re making me hard again.”
“That’s the idea.”
As I stroked his cock in my hands, the thoughts I’d had earlier began to surface out of the post-sex haze. Maybe I should tell him the truth. There was no way I had the strength to walk away from him now, not after all the things we’d said and done together over the past few days and especially not after the multiple orgasms.
What if he totally freaked out? What if he dumped me the moment he realized the extent of the trouble I was in? I didn’t think I could survive that kind of rejection. Not from a man like him. The things he made me feel were out of this fucking world.
I held his cock in my hands, leaned against his chest and his hand came to rest on my ass. No, I couldn’t say anything. I wanted a fresh start. A clean break. I couldn’t say anyt
hing or he’d drop me like a ton of bricks.
I sunk to my knees and licked the underside of his cock before closing my lips around him. What a selfish fucking hypocrite.
Rob
Rob Hancock in a fuckin’ relationship. Stranger shit had happened.
Leaving a woman had never been so difficult and I wondered if that was what love felt like. I didn’t even know. I put Lilly into a cab and then I’d got into another to go to the studio and I was already getting separation anxiety. Either my balls were about to drop off, or…something.
When I walked into the studio, it was empty, but I was early for probably the first time in my life. I sunk down onto the stool behind my kit, fully intending to get some practice in, but fazed out instead. Totally fuckin' pussy-whipped. Lilly’s hands on my dick. Lilly’s mouth…sucking, licking, swallowing...
“Rob?”
I glanced up to find Sasha hovering over my shoulder. I noticed her cast was gone and wondered when that had happened.
“We need to talk,” she said. She was in manager mode, all business and no heart. She was fuckin’ good at it, too.
“I know,” I said, remembering that I’d made a silent promise to Lilly I’d make good with the band. “I need to talk to you all. Together."
She nodded, placing her hand on my shoulder. “Okay.”
I heard the door close behind her and knew everyone was staring at me through the soundproof glass. They were my family, I didn’t have to feel exposed around them. I should be able to tell them this shit without feeling like a complete fucking failure. Hell, all the guys had seen my dick at some point, so you couldn’t get much more exposed than that. Standing, I sucked it up and grew some fucking balls. I better get on with this shit. The sooner the better.
Crossing the room, I went out into the main recording area, the part with all the huge sound boards and a corner filled with low couches. Everyone was there. Mick, Sasha, West, Joe…thankfully their other halves were absent, but I imagined Blair and Alexis were out in the hall waiting until this shit was over. They’d probably hear it all later, but I couldn’t explain all the shit they went wrong in my life with them there. Not after my temper tantrum.