by Faith Starr
I pressed her thighs against the mattress to steady her while I blew against her.
“Ah,” she purred.
Guess she could speak after all.
Leaning forward made it easy for me to tease her with my tongue, an intense flavor of cherry along with Teva’s natural flavor tempting my taste buds.
My thumb got busy with her clit, rolling over it with a good amount of pressure.
“Joey.” She tried to reach for my head only to realize the futility of her attempt.
I moved my thumb, so my mouth could taste her swollen nub. I took turns blowing and sucking on her.
She moved her head from side to side, moans escaping her.
I raised her pelvis and slipped my tongue inside her, fucking her with it, this angle allowing me to go deeper.
She got lost in the pleasurable sensations I created. I moved my pinky toward her tight opening in back. My finger still had an ample amount of lube covering it, so I knew my small appendage would slide right in. But I would take it slow, similar to the first time we’d tried this out. Again, I wanted this experience to be both memorable and satisfying for her.
I probed her back entrance while my tongue continued with her pussy. My thumb joined the party, tormenting her clit.
“Joey! Fuck, Joey! That feels so good!”
Teva using a curse word meant I had done well.
Her walls tightened, contracting around my tongue, her body tremoring and shaking around me. But I didn’t let up, hitting her from every angle: my thumb up front, my tongue inside her, my pinky in back. Her body practically bucked off the bed.
As her breathing pattern normalized, I took the opportunity to run to the bathroom to rinse my mouth and wash my hands.
When I came back, she lay sagging on the bed, deadweight. I removed the blindfold. Her eyes opened and sought out mine. A smile lit up her gorgeous face. “I think I’m fond of your idea about experimenting.”
Fuck yes!
“I’m glad.” I released her wrists and ankles.
While climbing over her, I kept the weight of my body on my forearms so I wouldn’t crush her. I swiped hair off her damp face. “You’re beautiful.”
“I love you.” She caressed my cheek.
“And I love you.”
I positioned my cock between her thighs and probed her entrance until I became balls-deep inside her.
I kissed her neck. Her hands touched me everywhere at once until they discovered my ass. She guided me at a pace she desired. My cock enjoyed the pace as well.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, her hands now reaching for my face. She pulled me closer, so our mouths could join together as well.
Her fingers drifted into my hair. She again lost herself to the shared moment and connection between us. Her pussy clamping down on my cock had me spilling myself into her in no time at all.
We remained as one while trying to catch our breaths.
I buried my face in the crook of her neck, totally spent. It had been a long day, to say the least. The guys and I had started it with a radio interview in the early morning hours, followed by a sound check, and a preshow meeting with Camilla, who ended up liking the decision to bring Teva on board. She believed with our rising popularity, Dani could use a right-hand woman. The label wasn’t too fond of forking out another paycheck, but I told Camilla if it ever became an issue, I’d personally take care of it. That part I’d keep on the down low. As far as I was concerned, I’d do my part to keep Teva by my side.
Wouldn’t you know it, “Send Me An Angel” played next. Ironic, because in many ways, it felt like I had in fact received mine.
I rolled off Teva and onto my back. She leaned her head on my chest. “Do you think we will always feel like this?” She gazed into my eyes.
“Like what?”
A hint of vulnerability shone in her eyes. “This passionate and loving, even with all the chaos surrounding us?”
“Let me put it this way. I want to wake up with you every morning and go to sleep with you every night for the rest of my life. Does that answer your question?”
She smiled and nodded.
Luckily for me, I could read her mind and body, so I knew she would have provided me with the same reply if I had been the one to pose the question.
The End
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Promise To Fulfill - Sneak Peak
Dani
My stomach twisted in knots, to the point it hurt to stand up straight. My belly begged for my heating pad. I had picked the wrong day to wear skinny jeans. Sweatpants or joggers would have been a much better option in my current physical state of discomfort.
Long days on tour sometimes did this to me. The rushing about and endless hours took a toll on my nerves, and I cramped up. Nothing some rest wouldn’t remedy.
I untucked my shirt and unbuttoned the tight-fitting denims. Sadly, it didn’t help. Bottom line, the pants needed off.
Luckily for me, I had time on my side. Now that the concert had finished, I could head back to the tour bus to change.
Two of the guys in the band, Logan and Joey, my fraternal twin, along with Joey’s girlfriend, Teva, were having fun mingling with some of the roadies, a handful of after-show guests, and our opening band, On The Fence. I figured I’d jump at the opportunity to slip away unnoticed.
The crew hustled around, packing up and doing their thing around me. I zigzagged through the jumble of equipment and wires and out the double doors to the back entrance of the arena.
Once I got through that craziness, I made a beeline for the bus. I couldn’t wait to shower, turn my heating pad on low, and go to bed. In that specific order.
I opened the door to the bus and dragged my tired butt up the stairs. I didn’t get how that alone had me feeling so winded. I considered myself to be in pretty decent shape.
An all too familiar voice made its presence known as I strolled to the main area that led to the bunks and bathroom.
Holy shit!
Trevor’s eyes met mine. I snapped mine shut to shield me from the scene playing out in front of me. Sure, it wasn’t like I hadn’t walked in on one of the band members getting it on before, even my own brother—which didn’t require a play-by-play or an additional comment. In fact, if I never thought about the experience again, it would be too soon.
But Trevor? I had never seen him in action with another woman. Sure, his ass looked gorgeous, as did the rest of him, but I deviated from my point. And that point was he had his manhood buried balls-deep inside the sleazebag of a woman lying beneath him on the couch. The very sofa I sat on day after day, I might add. Gross! The couch would most definitely be meeting a can of disinfectant spray in the near future with me controlling the trigger.
Ugh! Now my head ached, joining the party of angst going on inside my stomach.
I bolted for the stairs, slamming the bus door behind me once outside.
Leaning against the side paneling, I bent my knee and rested my foot against the aluminum siding. With closed eyes, I took a few deep breaths to collect myself. I knew Trevor didn’t belong to me and probably never would, but witnessing him in the arms of another woman hurt like hell, which made the knots in my stomach tighten. The cramping had me bending over to help relieve some of the muscle spasms. I just wanted to go to bed.
For the most part, Trevor kept to himself when it came to women. Come to think of it, he kept to himself about pretty much everything. But with me he remained an open book, other than when it came to his sexcapades. Maybe in my own naive mind I held a false belief that if I didn’t hear about them, they didn’t exist.
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Well, unfortunately for me, seeing was believing. The reality of Trevor screwing another woman was forever ingrained in my mind, solid like the statue of David. Something I had remained in denial about year after year—the part about Trevor being with other women—had now been all but shattered.
So be it. Time to move along and get my ass in gear. I pushed myself off the side of the bus and trudged back through the crowd of roadies carrying boxes and lugging equipment. Teva, my partner in crime and band assistant, nearly crashed into me when I entered the arena.
Fuck, I didn’t want her to know what I had witnessed because she would wonder why I had such a look of disgust on my face.
“Hey, I’m heading to the bus.” She took me in and frowned. “Is everything okay?”
Of course she had to be a frickin’ psychiatric nurse who had telepathic intuition about people’s mental states and a passion for engaging in deep, meaningful conversations.
I’m so not in the mood for one tonight.
I rolled my eyes and exhaled.
Not that I didn’t utilize her to my benefit on one too many occasions. In fact, she was the best thing that had happened to my brother and had quickly become one of my dearest friends, along with Sam, Trevor’s sister. Sadly, I couldn’t speak to either one of my girls about my feelings for Trevor because the situation hit too close to home. It was a secret I wouldn’t share with anybody.
Trevor and I had been tight ever since the day we’d met years ago. He played the drums, my brother, Joey, played the keyboards and provided the lead vocals, and Logan played the guitar. Their band, Steam, had gained mucho popularity over the last several months. Teva had joined the band only recently, because my devoted brother couldn’t fathom the idea of being without her for more than a day. I didn’t mind her presence. In fact, I loved it. She helped ease my workload, and I enjoyed having a girl to pal around with rather than constantly hanging with the guys.
I took a deep, calming breath, hoping Teva wouldn’t notice the depth of my frustration.
“Dani?”
Huh?
“I asked if everything is okay. You didn’t answer.”
Because Trevor has possessed my thoughts!
“Sorry.” The noise level and chaos surrounding us made it almost impossible to concentrate. “I’m fine. Just exhausted. You know how cranky I get when I’m overtired.” What a perfect excuse to use whenever I came across as emotionally unfit but didn’t want to tell others why.
She squinted in an effort to read my lips. I had no clue if she’d deciphered what I had said or not.
“Gotcha. Do you want to come with me to the bus? I’m ready to call it a night.”
Lip reading I did well. I understood her words perfectly. And she had clearly comprehended what I said based on the response she provided me with.
The little angel on my right shoulder yelled at me to take Teva back inside the arena so she wouldn’t have to witness the outrage my poor eyes had endured several minutes back. The little devil on my left shoulder poked me with her pitchfork, screaming at me to rush Teva to the bus as quickly as possible so she could stop the travesty that was Trevor Stone and the whore. Not that I harbored ill feelings toward the woman I had never met or anything.
“Sure, but let me go inside first. I think I left my backpack in the party room. I have to get it. Come with me?”
Of course the little angel won. She usually did. I wasn’t that much of a bitch.
“Sure. Maybe you should take a Valium or something? That’ll put you to sleep.”
I knew she teased because all of us were antidrugs of any sort, unless they were OTC or we were sick. But the more I considered her joke, the idea of taking some of the happy drug, Versed, which I didn’t have in my possession to begin with, so I could forget the past half hour, sounded fabulous.
Nah. Then I would only end up running my mouth due to my incredibly relaxed state and decreased inhibitions. Damn, call me screwed either way and not like the bimbo on the couch with Trevor. Slut!
Teva’s comment got acknowledged with a smile. She didn’t know I took it to heart and had literally contemplated escaping via a narcotic for a minute.
It’s too bad her stupid suggestion of going back to the bus made my stomach churn and ache worse. I realized I needed some air to collect myself. I wasn’t ready to face Trevor yet.
“You know what? Why don’t you go on ahead without me? I’m going to get some fresh air out back.”
“Dani, are you sure you’re okay?” She studied me.
A master of disguise at hiding my emotions, I exhaled and put on my happy face. “Like I said, I’m just tired but I want to take advantage of getting some air before being stuck on the bus again for hours on end.”
Luckily, she bought my excuse and left.
Trevor
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Of all times for Dani to walk on the bus.
In all the band’s years touring together, I had done a superb job of keeping my joyrides on the down low. As the guys ranted and raved about their frequent fuck buddies in cities all over the country, I’d kept mine to myself. The main reason was because I never wanted Dani to picture me in that light. For whatever fucked-up reason, she thought highly of me. I didn’t want to disappoint her. And now I felt guilty. I didn’t get it. I hadn’t done anything wrong.
She and Joey had lived with my family for a few years back in the day when things had gone apeshit in their house. So in a sense, I considered her to be family, somewhat. Kind of sick, really, when I put any thought into it.
Maybe if I keep telling myself that lie, I’ll start to believe it.
“Okay, party’s over.”
I couldn’t call the girl lying on the couch beneath me by name because I’d forgotten it. Not that it mattered. I wouldn’t see her again in this lifetime. She knew the drill. I’d made it clear before we’d commenced our so-called fun—which had quickly transformed itself into a fucking disaster.
Standing next to the couch, I removed the condom. After tying it in a knot and chucking it in the garbage, I slid my jeans back on. The mood had come and gone.
The busty brunette stared up at me with puppy-dog eyes, her legs spread wide. “But it felt sooo good, Trevor.”
She stretched her arm out toward me. It did nothing but piss me off. I wished for her to be long gone and far, far away.
“Sorry, babe, but I need to get you out of here before the guys come back.” It sounded like a good excuse to hurry things up without coming across dickish, something I hated to admit I portrayed myself to be at the moment.
“I want you to come too.”
Her fucking whining made me question what I had found attractive about her to begin with. A pair of ear plugs to mute her voice would have been a good thing about now.
She sat up and shook her fake tits, giving me the all too knowing look I’d seen night after night on the countless, faceless women I’d bedded.
I reached for her clothes and tossed them onto the couch next to her. I didn’t necessarily feel good about my behavior, but these girls knew what they were getting themselves into when they hooked up with me and the guys after shows. They basically received one night of fun that we all had bragging rights to afterward. And the experience was never to be repeated once finished.
My fingers curled into fists. I didn’t understand my sudden bout of anger. But I did know I had to make this girl disappear and fast. The sight of her was causing bile to rise in my stomach.
She rose from the couch when she realized I wanted nothing more to do with her. She slipped on her tight skirt—if one could call the piece of scrap material clothing—and sheer top while I got myself a bottle of water from the fridge.
“You want one?” I figured a touch of politeness would soften the blow to her ego.
“No, thanks.”
Her disappointment in my abrupt mood change didn’t go unnoticed. Not that I gave a shit. She probably viewed me as a piece of ass too, the rock st
ar she’d fucked who could now be checked off on her bucket list. I considered it a win-win for all, except my cock. Poor guy. But my hand could more than take care of that problem later.
I escorted the girl back to the arena so she could meet up with her friends. The two women were hanging out with Logan, which didn’t surprise me. Wait. Actually, it did. He usually preferred to fuck groupies rather than carry on meaningless conversations with them.
Logan had more than earned his reputation over the last several years as the player of the band, the raunchiest and sleaziest of the three of us. I chalked it up to the devastation he’d felt after his ex, the love of his life, had walked out on him. She’d ditched him for a good reason too. He wouldn’t speak about it with anyone, though, and none of us would ever bring it up. So in his pathetic and futile attempt to lessen his pain, he’d more or less tried to fuck his heartache out of his system. So far, it had done jack shit.
Joey, on the other hand, had done a complete one-eighty since meeting Teva at one of our meet and greets, of all places. She now assisted Dani with work and kept Joey satisfied, using a multitude of techniques. No further clarification required.
I had to hand it to the girl. She had tamed a wild bull. That was something none of us had ever thought would happen. Teva fit in perfectly, like she had known us forever. Her company didn’t bother me. If anything, her being with us on tour gave Dani someone to be by her side, so I didn’t have to constantly worry about her safety when she ran all over the place behind the scenes with roadies and arena employees.
Dani had been through enough shit in her young life. I often felt an overwhelming responsibility to make sure she never went through anything so horrendous ever again.
After briefly acknowledging my fuck buddy of the night’s friends and taking a few pictures with some fans, all the while putting on the best happy face I could muster while my insides felt like a fucking volcano about to erupt, I hustled my ass back to the bus. A hot shower was on the menu, along with chillin’ in my bunk, and of course, my hand. Not necessarily in that order. Sleep would come last.