“Damn! I’m scared of you. I have to get those tapes!” I laughed and elbowed him again. He was looking at me funny then and I could tell there was something he wanted to say, but he didn’t say it. Instead, he said, “So what have you thought of the last couple of shows?”
“I think they went okay,” I told him casually while trying to suppress a grin.
“Okay? Really? Guns and Roses, Jason Aldean…”
I couldn’t do it. I laughed and said, “I was kidding. You were amazing. You’re so damned talented.”
He leaned in then and kissed me. “Thank you,” he whispered against my lips. I feel the same way about you.”
He kissed me again, this time it was deeper and filled with passion. His cock kept brushing up against my arm as we talked and I was getting wetter and wetter just thinking about him being naked right next to me. I wanted to touch him, but I was curious to see where this was all going. I finally processed what he’d just said then and I said,
“You feel the same? I have no talent.”
Smiling he said, “You’ve got many talents. But I meant that you’re amazing, too.”
“Oh, thank you,” I said. He laughed again and then he reached over and took the top button of my shirt between his fingers. He started unbuttoning it and he leaned over while his fingers moved down to the next one and kissed my lips. He kissed my neck while he unbuttoned the next two. I was sitting there with my shirt wide open and my black lace bra showing when I looked up and saw the camera’s and remembered.
“Tristan, what about the cameras?”
He looked up at the one pointed down on us and flipped it off. “I know you can’t hear me,” he said to it, “So here’s some sign language for you controlling bastards.” He flipped it the bird again. Then he turned back to me and said, “I don’t give a fuck if they watch if you don’t. They’ll just be jealous of me.” He grinned and slipped his hands behind my back underneath the shirt. I felt him take hold of the bra clasp. He pulled his head back and looked at my face. He was making sure I wasn’t really worried about the cameras. At that point, I would have fucked him in front of a live audience. My mouth was too dry to speak then so I smiled and shrugged. He took that as a yes. He unhooked my bra and let my breasts spill out. Then he completely removed the shirt and the bra and tossed them over onto the chair.
“Stand up,” he said. I stood in front of him and he kissed me softly all across my belly. Then he unbuttoned my jeans and hooking his thumbs in them he pulled them down to my feet. He left them there and leaned forward to rub his face across my black satin panties before pulling them down to my feet as well. I stepped out of them both as he stood up and took my hand. He’d never undressed me like that before. It was sensual and erotic instead of hurried and frantic. It may well have been Tristan at his most romantic and I loved it. He led me down the walkway to the bed. He laid me down on it and lay down next to me. I could have been wrong, maybe just caught up in the song and the romance of that, but something seemed different in his eyes…I liked it.
Chapter Twelve
Tristan
I just lay there looking at her face for a long time. I wondered sometimes what she’d done to me. How does one woman change the way you think and feel…the way you’ve thought and felt for your entire life? I didn’t want a girlfriend. I didn’t want anyone telling me what I should do or not do, or how I should feel. The only example of a relationship I’d ever really had was my parents. They fucked each other up bad and I had it in my head that if I ever got into one, that’s what would happen to me. Elly changed those ideas in my head. Since I met her, it had been just the opposite of all that. I was so broken, so fucked up, and finally I was…almost happy.
I leaned down and brushed my lips along hers. She had sexy lips’ they looked good and felt good and tasted good. I kissed her face then, first up one side and down the other. Finally, I kissed her hard and then I scooped her up so she was in my arms and her body was crushed up against mine. She parted her lips and let me slide my tongue into her wet, willing mouth. We kissed for a really long time, until we were both out of breath, then taking her by surprise, I broke the kiss and sat up, flipping her so she was facing away from me. I covered her nipples with the palms of my hands and began rubbing firmly against her rock hard nipples. She leaned that sweet, sexy body back into me and moaned. I rubbed my face in her hair. I loved her hair. It was so soft and it always smelled so fucking good. I slid my lips down then and sucked and licked around the outside of her ear and then down to her neck. I licked and sucked there for a while, feeling her shiver against me as I bit down on the sensitive part of her neck. I sucked it in hard, knowing I was going to leave a mark. She wasn’t complaining and I could even feel the goose bumps rising on her arms. While I sucked on her neck, she lifted her sweet ass up and sat it down on my hard cock. She slowly began moving her hips, rubbing herself against me. It was my turn to moan, it felt so fucking good.
I kept kissing her neck and she squirmed in my lap; I twisted and pulled on her nipples. She was groaning loud and I could feel the sticky wetness all over my cock and the tops of my thighs from her pussy. I wasn’t ready to fuck her yet. I was so fucking turned on I was afraid that I’d cum as soon as I slipped inside of her. Instead, I slid my hand down her back and across her ass and took my throbbing cock in my own hand. I slid the other hand down across her nipples and her belly and ended with it between her legs. My fingers found her swollen clit and I played with it while stroking my cock up against her ass. She was mewling now and her whole body was shaking. I fucking loved having that kind of effect on her.
I stroked myself against her soft skin, and twisted and pulled and stroked her clit. I slipped a finger inside of her and I finger-fucked her for a while until we were both about to explode. I could feel my balls swelling and stretching and she was on the verge of screaming. I stopped and turned her back around to face me. I shoved my tongue in her mouth and she sucked on it and licked my lips, then she sucked the bottom one into her mouth. Meanwhile, I had my hands on her ass, kneading and massaging it, running my finger up and down along the crack that was saturated with her wetness. She was rubbing her pussy against my leg, faster and faster….still sucking on my tongue. My cock felt like it was going to rip open it was so fucking hard. I twisted around so that my legs were off the side of the bed and I put my hands on her shoulders. I barely applied any pressure, but she knew exactly what I wanted. She slid down me, easily against the lubricant of the sweat we’d already built up and she landed on her knees on the floor between my legs. Reaching up and sliding her hands underneath my ass, she opened her mouth and tried to suck my cock into it.
I still had it in my hand. I wanted to tease her with it a bit. I traced her lips with it and let it bounce up and down against the tongue she’d stuck out, trying to capture it. She finally caught it and in one big suck she engulfed me and took it all the way to the back of her throat. While she did that, her hands were moving underneath me and she was groping and massaging my ass, every so often one of her hands would rub against my balls and just about send me through the roof.
I reached down and grabbed two handfuls of her hair. I tugged on it just enough to guide her head up and down. I watched the shaft of my cock slide in and out of her mouth, disappearing and the reappearing as if by magic while she made it feel so fucking good I wanted to scream. She was running her tongue along the underside of it, scraping gently with her teeth. It didn’t hurt, it enticed and I had to tell her how good it felt,
“Oh yes! Oh fuck, Elly! Fuck yeah baby!”
I was moving my hips in time with her mouth, thrusting them forward and pulling my cock in and out in a steady rhythm. Each time I pulled out, she would swirl her tongue along the head and my whole fucking body would quiver. Then, she would suck me back in, deeper each time it felt like, and she would suck and lick with a passion. She was getting so into it and it felt so fucking good that I didn’t want her to stop…but I wanted to touch her. I knew tha
t she had to be aching between her legs. I slid my foot up along the soft, smooth inner part of her leg and found her pussy. She cried out when she felt the pressure of it between her legs and I felt the warmth of her wetness against me as she began moving her hips up and down while she kept sucking me, rubbing herself against my foot and riding it. She was pressing down against it so hard that I could actually feel her swollen clit against me as she moved back and forth.
I was fucking her mouth like it was a pussy now and getting off not only on how good it felt, but on the sounds it was making as it went in and out. They were wet, sucking sounds and every fucking time she wrapped that gorgeous tongue around the head of it my whole body shook. She was moving fast against me, groaning loudly against my cock. I loved the way that felt too, the vibrations of her voice against my skin.
I knew she was getting ready to come. I pulled my hips back, popping my cock out from between her lips. I took it back in my hand and ran it across her still parted lips, pulling it back each time she tried to take it back inside.
“You want it, Elly?”
“Yes,” she said, in a sexy, breathless voice.
“Tell me you want it baby.”
“I want your cock, Tristan. Please give it back.”
I grinned at her and then slid it back in between her lips. I was moving my hips quicker now, frantically, hitting the back of her throat with each stroke in. My own breaths were getting more ragged and my hands gripped her hair tighter. She was still riding my foot and her juices had saturated both me and the insides of her thighs. I felt more than heard her moan when she came. She still had my cock in her mouth and I felt the vibrations of her voice at the back of her throat. Then I felt her spasm against my foot and her whole body began to shake. I let go of her hair slowly and slid my cock out of her mouth. I was panting, trying to get my breathing under control. I knew I was on the verge of a massive fucking orgasm. My self-control was the only thing stopping me.
I stood up over her while she still knelt down on the floor looking up at me. I reached down and ran my fingers along the side of her face. She closed her eyes as I touched her and she looked like she was savoring it. I reached down and put my hands underneath her arms and lifted her up off the floor. She stood up and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, once again plunging her tongue in and out of my mouth and moving it around like she was searching for something.
As we kissed, I turned her around and laid her back in the middle of the bed. I broke the kiss and slid her arms off my shoulders. I stood there above her and took one long look. She shivered like my eyes were touching her. I took hold of one of her wrists and raised her arm up over her head, and then I knelt on the bed and reached across her. Using a bandana that was on the nightstand, I wrapped it around her wrist, once, twice…I was looking at her face, waiting for her to object. Instead, she smiled at me and raised up the other arm, laying it across the one wrapped with the bandana.
I was shocked but happy. I grinned and then wrapped that wrist too. When I finished wrapping them, I put the loose ends into her open palms and closed her hands around them. It was like virtual bondage. She could let go any time that she wanted to. It turned me the fuck on though how she clamped down on it tightly and lifted her hips up. I could tell that it was turning her on as much as it was me.
While she lay there like that, I moved my mouth down to her nipples. I covered one with my mouth and sucked it in hard and fast. While it was in my mouth, I flicked back and forth across it with my tongue. She started to moan and writhe all over the bed. While I sucked that one, I twisted the other nipple with my fingers. When I changed nipples and started to devour the other one, I slipped my hand down between her legs and started massaging her clit. She was so wet and hot and ready to be fucked. She ground her hips into my hand and while I continued to feast on her nipples, I pressed two fingers up into her pussy. She cried out loudly and I felt the muscles in her pussy quiver and clamp down on my fingers.
I moved my fingers in, and out of her and while I did that, I grazed her nipple with the edge of my teeth. I reached up with my free hand to caress her swollen lips and when she felt my fingers there, she sucked them into her mouth. She started licking and sucking on them the way she had my cock a while ago. It was fucking hot and I slid a third finger inside of her. She felt it and started bucking her hips up and down and thrashing around on the bed wildly as I finger-fucked her.
“Oh, Tristan! Oh fuck!”
“What baby?”
“It feels so fucking good,”
“Yeah baby, you like that?”
“Oh god, yes. Oh fuck! I want…Oh god!”
“What is it you want baby? Tell me.”
“I want you inside of me,” she said, in a raspy, hoarse voice.
“My fingers are inside of you,” I said, moving them around. “You feel that baby? Doesn’t it feel good?”
“Oh yes! Fuck! It feels so good. But I want…I want your cock inside of me, Tristan. I want you to fuck me, hard.”
That was what I wanted to hear. She was so sweet and ladylike all the time. It turned me on like crazy when she talked dirty to me. I pulled my fingers out of her and she cried out again. Instead of giving her my cock though, I slid down and replaced them with my lips. I sucked her lips into mine and ran my tongue up and down along her slit, grazing the tip of her swollen clit as I did. She fucking screamed out so loud that I expected Brad to break down the door. I didn’t give a fuck if he did or not though, I wasn’t stopping. I plunged my tongue deep inside of her and used the fingers of one hand to open her up wide so that I could push in even deeper. She was squirming so hard that I had to hold onto her hips with one hand to keep her steady. I could see her hands opening and closing when I looked up. She looked like she was straining not to use her hands. I sucked her clit into my mouth and slid my fingers back inside of her. As soon as they hit the walls of her pussy she began crying out and shaking. I could taste her orgasm as it washed through her. It was fucking sweet.
I kept licking her softly until her body slowly lost its rigidness and she came down from her high. She was covered with sweat and she had her eyes closed. Her hair was splayed out on the pillow above her and her lips were red and swollen. She was gorgeous and I could have just looked at her all night. That was, if my swollen cock wasn’t so anxious to fuck her. I waited until her breathing had calmed down and she was completely relaxed. Then I climbed up over her and between her legs. I took my cock in one hand and ran it along the outside of her lips. Then I ran it across the tip of her clit and her body jerked. She opened her eyes and a slow, sexy smile began to spread across her face.
She lifted up her hips and draped one leg across my back trying to draw me in. I held myself there, teasing her, letting her slip and slide up against it, rolling and pressing her pussy up against me. I swear, her eyes were rolling back up in her head and I thought she was going to lose it. I finally grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me and thrust into her. She screamed again and then let out a long, deep moan. I moved in and out of her, slowly at first. I was right on the verge and I still wasn’t ready.
I leaned down and sucked on her nipples for a while, trying to concentrate on that instead of the pressure building in my balls. Both of our bodies were slick with sweat and it was fucking hot the way they slid back and forth across each other like they’d been lubed. I wrapped my arms around her torso and pulled her up against me so tightly that it was amazing that she could breathe. I felt her begin riding me, and this time I didn’t stop her. I took her hips in my hands and helped her slide up and down, faster and harder. My cock was hitting bottom each time; within minutes, I exploded with the biggest fucking orgasm I think I’d ever had. She cried out again, too, and we rocked up and down against each other, milking out every last drop before we both collapsed down onto the bed, gasping for breath. I pulled her on top of me and I could feel her shaking and her heart pounding through her chest against mine.
She slipped the band
ana off her wrists and snuggled down into my chest. For the first time in a long time, it seemed I was really happy.
“Hey, are you still awake?” I asked
“Mm-hmm.”
“As soon as I get my money, I’m paying for dinner.”
MY ROCK #8
Chapter One
Elly
My world was just about perfect until that annoying rapping noise started. I was snuggled up against Tristan’s warm body with my head on his chest, thinking about waking up but really wishing we could just stay like this all day when the noise started. It was a “rap, rap, rap,” noise and it bored its way into my sleepy brain, uninvited. After a solid five minutes of it as it increased in volume and intensity, I finally woke up enough to process that it was someone knocking on the metal door of the bus.
“Tristan,” I whispered. He looked so peaceful; I didn’t want to wake him up. The whisper wasn’t going to do it. He didn’t bat an eyelash. “Tristan,” I said a little louder that time. The knocking on the door got even louder and I wondered how he was sleeping through it at all. “Tristan!” I said, just below a yell.
He groaned loudly and shifted his body over, “What?”
“I’m sorry. There’s someone at the door.”
“Fuck!” he groaned again. He still hadn’t opened his eyes, but when the rapping started again he said, “Shit!” and finally opened his eyes. He stretched and I lifted my head so he could pull his arm out. He stood up and grabbed a pair of boxers out of the dresser next to the bed. Slipping them on quickly he went to answer the door. I hoped that whoever it was had something important to say. Waking Tristan when he was sleeping was akin to poking a bear.
I could hear the sound of a man’s voice when Tristan pulled open the door, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. “What the fuck?” I heard Tristan say. The man’s voice went on again for a few seconds and then I heard him say, “You never fucking said that!” The man’s voice was a little louder now, but still muffled and then Tristan said, “You said they had to be ready to be approved when the tour was over. This is bullshit!” The door slammed then and I braced myself as I heard him coming back towards me. I wondered what the hell was going on. Tristan came back in and started digging around in the dresser. He pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and threw them on the bed. He started pulling the shirt on, and since it didn’t seem like he was going to tell me on his own what happened, I said,
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