by Daisy Allen
He opens his eyes and stares at me. “Take off your nightie, I want to see you.”
Brad’s fingers play with my stomach as I pull the silk fabric over my head. His gaze makes me nervous and I cover my breasts with my hands.
“No, don’t. Don’t ever hide yourself from me,” he whispers, pushing my hands away.
“Lean back.”
And I do, bracing my hands on the bed as he starts to fuck me again. Faster now. His hands grip my hips as he pushes back on the bed and then up into me. My breasts start to bounce, and it’s almost painful, which spurs me on.
“God , you are so fucking sexy. I’m going to come on those tits in the very, very near future.”
I arch to meet his every thrust and it feels like he’s drilling through me each time his cock slides into me. My body soars toward an epic climax.
“Brad, oh God, Brad, I’m going to come.”
“Fuck. Come, come, I need to hear it, see it.” And he moves his finger to press against my throbbing clit.
That’s all I need to send me over the edge.
I can’t help but scream his name as my body shakes with my orgasm. I can’t breathe, though I’m gasping. I feel his fingers, unforgiving on my clit, and it extends my climax, my body a slave to the waves of pleasure.
“Come, baby, come.” I can hear him encouraging me, and the words are no less stimulating than his finger, still pressing against my clit.
I push myself up to face him. I can feel the sweat drip down the sides of my face. His eyes are glazed, and I wonder how hard he’s trying not to come himself. I squeeze my pussy on his cock and the breath chokes him.
“Fuck. Do that again,” he commands me.
I squeeze again, harder this time.
“One more time,” he gasps.
I squeeze again, this time reaching under me to graze my fingernails along his balls.
“Oh God, oh God.” He grips the blanket and pushes himself into me, faster and faster and faster. I feel his balls tighten and I know it’s coming.
I lean over and lick up the middle of his chest even as he thrashes under me. I kiss his neck and whisper, “Come. Now.”
And as if his body ignores its master and wants to please me, his whole torso tightens and he grunts. And again, he shakes, then freezes. “Oh fucking, fucking, fucking hell. Oh God, Butter!” he yells, and I know as he’s coming he’s thinking only of me.
I lie down on his chest as it heaves up and down. His heart beats so hard, I can almost see the rapid thump against his ribcage. The last of his orgasm jerks through him, his cock twitching inside me.
I kiss his sternum over and over and over. And I can feel him start to soften, spent, empty.
“Fuck,” he rasps.
“Fuck. Yes,” I reply. His hand comes up to stroke through my hair, and it tickles and sends a cold tremor down my spine that I love.
“What just happened?”
“I don’t know, I thought we were fucking the universe.” I giggle, and I feel him sigh, the breath leaving his lungs.
“Fucking you is much more fun.”
“How romantic,” I tease him.
“I try.”
“Try harder.”
“I’m not going to be ‘harder’-ing anything just quite yet.”
I giggle again, feeling quite lightheaded.
“Hey,” he murmurs. It’s soft, but it vibrates through his torso and against my cheek.
“Yeah?”
“I meant it.”
“What?”
“You’re my muse.” The words have the same effect on me that they had when he whispered them minutes ago.
They make my heart take flight.
“Shut up,” is my appropriate response.
“Yeah, I know. Romantic.”
I lie back down on his chest and wonder why I ever have to leave this place.
***
“Mommy, Mommy,” Ben calls out, and it’s the first thing I hear.
“Oh, fuck!” is the second, and then a loud thud on the floor.
“Wait! Don’t—” I yell, a little too late.
“Mommy! OH!…and Brad! Mommy, why is Uncle Brad sleeping on the floor?”
“Oh, um, he was having a sleepover with Mommy.”
“Oh, did he eat a whole jar of jellybeans too?”
“No. Wait, what?”
“Ahem, knock knock,” I hear Cadence’s voice call out from the hallway.
“Er, yeah, hi.”
“I’ll, um, yeah… hey, Ben? Want to come back over to the other bus and have breakfast?”
“Sure! Can I have some more jellybeans?”
“Um…remember how we said that was a secret?”
“Oh, I forgot!”
“It’s okay…but, yeah, let’s let your Mommy and Uncle Brad finish their sleepover and we’ll come back in a while.”
“Okay! Bye Mommy!” Ben waves goodbye to us and takes Cadence’s hand.
“Thanks, Cadence,” I say, relieved and embarrassed in equal measure.
“No problem. Just consider it a favor,” she chuckles.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Brad
Someone’s saying something to me. Or at me. Or maybe it’s just around me and not to me at all. Either way, I’m not hearing a word.
All I can see is Emily, straddling me, her breasts bouncing as I drive my cock into her, her long and graceful neck exposed for me as I see the erratic rhythm of her pulse.
Fuck. I can’t stop seeing it. Hell, I can almost feel it.
Doesn’t help when I’m sitting here in front of a giant crowd with a raging hard-on. My cock telling me, why are we sitting here? Why are we not making love to Emily? I don’t have an answer for it, and I certainly am not disagreeing.
But it’s not just my cock raging. My heart is so full and gushing with joy, I don’t know how my chest hasn’t grown three sizes.
I’m happy.
I’m so goddamn happy I could die.
“Brad?” There’s that someone saying something to me again.
“Hmm?”
“What do you think?”
“About what?”
“About what Marius just said.”
“Oh, um, sure.” I’m not sure, but how bad could it be?
“Excellent. Ladies and gentlemen, let’s give it up for Brad Windsor, our violinist!”
“Um. What?” I look around me, and my bandmates are grinning and clapping along. Never in the history of evil bandmates has that been a good sign.
“Marius just offered you up to play a game of Never Have I Ever with a fan,” Jez clarifies, clapping even harder.
“And you couldn’t have told me before I said yes?”
“Better you than me, bitch-nipples.”
“I’m so fucked,” I say through gritted teeth, getting up to join the host.
“No kidding,” Sebastian agrees.
“So, Brad, you know the rules. You have your little paddle there. I’m going to say something, and you turn the paddle to say whether you have or have not done this thing, okay?”
I turn the paddle over in my hand, inspecting it. “Do you have a paddle that has just the one side saying ‘I probably did it, but not going to admit it’?”
The crowd laughs, and I’m glad they’re enjoying my pain. I wouldn’t want it to be for nothing.
“Now, just for added fun, we’re hooking you up to this lie detector test. And see that bucket there, right over your head?”
“No, I’m pretending it’s not there.”
“Pretend all you like, whoever lies first gets a bucket of water on their heads.” He gestures to a young girl standing on the side of the stage and she walks over to us, her face a little pale.
“This is Mary. She’s a huge fan of the Rock Chamber Boys. She’ll be declaring her wild secrets along with you.”
“Hi, Mary,” I say, giving her a big, exaggerated wink. “I’ll give you a private tour of our bus if you don’t make me do this.”
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bsp; She just giggles and I see I can’t rely on her to get me out of this.
“Okay, ready contestants?” We both nod, and he continues, “Never have I even been caught cheating on a test.”
We both hold up our paddles and I lean over to peek at hers.
“Ooh, Mary, you naughty girl. Me too! Not that it did me any good!”
“Okay next one. Never have I ever eaten something off someone else’s plate without them knowing, then pretended I didn’t when they wondered where the food went.”
“Oh. I can honestly say no to this one. I usually sit next to Marius when eating, and he only eats beans and tofu…I mean, have you read what side effects beans have?”
“Okay, so, here are a few suggestions from the audience,” the host tells us, holding up a handful of cards.
I look down and see Emily, and even from here I can see an evil glint in her eye. Either she’s going to get me in trouble with the crowd, with Dennis, or with her. I know her enough to know she won’t let this opportunity go.
“Oh my, I had no idea our audience was this inclined. You guys have been reading too much Fifty Shades.”
Uh-oh.
“Okay, never have I ever…been caught having a ‘sleepover’ in air quotes, by my sleepover buddy’s young child.”
That little, crazy, evil wench.
I hold up my paddle to show “I Have” and hang my head.
“BRAD!” The host walks up to me, saying my name in shock horror.
“What?”
“You devil you!”
“Hey, you didn’t say caught doing what? It’s a sleepover. I might have been caught sleeping.”
“Oh really? What were you caught doing then, and remember you’re hooked up to a lie detector!”
“We were…playing…Twister.” I finish my sentence and brace myself.
There’s a loud buzz and a bucket of water washes over my head.
“And Brad loses the game! Thank you, Mary, you are our winner today, and you’ll be taking home a one hundred pound iTunes voucher.”
“Yeah, thanks Mary.” I glare at her through my saturated bangs, then I grin and reach over and give her a big, wet hug.
She screams then bursts out into laughter, shaking off the water from her clothes.
I look out to the crowd just in time to see Emily fall off her chair. I jump up, worried. But then she shifts and the wench is doubled over in giggles.
Revenge is a dish best served hot. Over and over. Naked and in my bed. Beware, Emily.
***
“Wait, we need to stop. We have to figure out what this all means,” she says, panting.
I move my mouth from her nipple, but keep my cock buried deep inside her.
“Um, right now?”
“Ugh, stop, fuck, no, don’t stop, God, your cock feels so good.”
I stop and pull my cock out of her, the tip just pressing against her quivering opening.
“Why did you stop?” she asks me, her flushed face staring at me, confused. She looks so sexy, I’m amazed I could stop.
“You told me to. You wanted to talk. So, talk.”
“Um...okay, so…wait, I thought you said you were stopping, oh God,” she moans as I move my hand down to pinch her clit between my fingers.
“I did. I stopped fucking you. Now I’m going to make you come with my mouth.”
“Wha… shit. Brad. Holy fuck,” is all she can get out before I’ve slid down her body and rammed my tongue into her pussy.
Her soft, warm, velvet walls contract around my tongue, and my mouth is flooded by her wetness. Her knees clamp around my head, and it’s dark as I explore her pussy.
We have to be quick, I remind myself.
After the show we just performed, I dragged her backstage and into an empty green room, and pinned her down on the couch. My cock was hard, had been for the last hour, and all I wanted was to drive it into her.
And I did. Just to placate it for a moment. But now I want to tease her a little. As payback for her Never Have I Ever question. As payback for her teasing me, just by being around, giving me looks that could stun a buffalo in its tracks. Finding reasons to touch me, her hands lingering on my face, my body, even while surrounded by people.
It’s only been half a day since I was in her bed, but it’s felt like an eternity of torture. Of waiting to be inside her again.
So, no, I am not going to stop so we can talk.
Talk can come later. Much, much, much later.
I drag my tongue up to her clit, and her whole body trembles. God, I love the effect my mouth has on her. I circle her soft, little button with my lips and suck.
Her moan fills my ears and fills the room. My cock twitches, demanding attention, still wet from being inside her.
I wrap my lips around her clit even tighter and pull it away from her.
“Fuck, Brad. Holy fuck, where did you learn to do that? No, don’t tell me, just don’t stop doing it.”
I pull my mouth away from her just long enough to say, “I wasn’t going to stop, baby, not until your come fills my mouth. I want you to taste your wetness on my lips.”
Her hands come down to dig into my hair and she pushes my mouth against her pussy.
Sweet, little, sexy nymph. Her body is humming with need. Everything she does cries out how much she needs to come.
And I’m going to make her, right now.
Flicking her clit hard and fast, I ram two fingers into her pussy, curling them up and feeling her G-spot graze against the tips.
“Oh, no. OH MY GOD!” she yells, her legs thrashing around me, her knees clamping then unclamping around my head as her pussy spasms around my fingers.
I move up between her legs and slide my cock into her. Her sweet, tight hole grips hard around me. She’s still in the throes of her orgasm and it’s like she’s milking me. She looks at me through eyes glazed with arousal and she bites her lip. Like a dirty little angel, beckoning me to fuck her like she’s never been fucked.
She wraps her leg around my waist and pulls me in, jamming my cock deep into her as she grinds against me, fucking herself on my cock. How have I been able to survive without this for so long? Any sex before her means nothing now. My body knows only that it’s meant to service her and only her.
“I’m going to come again, Brad.”
“Come with me, baby,” I grunt and grab her calves in my hands. There’s no gentleness about our lovemaking this time. I hold her legs up in the air and ram my cock into her over and over and over. Her screams of climax drive me on until I feel my balls tighten like they’re gripped in a vise, and then release, the come shooting through my cock and into her.
We’d agreed that we were both safe and wanted to feel nothing but my cock inside her.
I can see only stars now as I try to catch my breath, my hips still rocking slowly, dragging my sensitive cock in and out of her as she lies there, her hands on her breasts gently flicking her nipples.
“If you keep doing that, we’re going to miss our bus.”
“There are always taxis,” she points out, her tongue dragging over her bottom lip, making my cock twitch.
“Insatiable wench.”
I collapse on top of her, and this time it’s her hand stroking through my hair.
“You still want to talk?”
“Yes.”
“Now?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I want to do this again,” she sighs.
“We still can.”
“I don’t know, Brad. I don’t know. I just want to enjoy it now, even if it’s a mistake.”
My heart sinks at the thought that this might end, and I shake my head to rid the thought. Enjoy it while you can, I tell myself.
A hard knock on the door has us both clamoring from the couch for our clothes.
“Brad! Open the door. I saw you go in there. Have you seen Emily? We gotta go!” Jez yells at me through the door.
“Er, yeah, okay, go look
outside. I’ll be out there in a minute,” I yell back at him, covering Butter’s mouth with my hand, stifling her giggles.
“Okay, stop playing with your pecker and let’s go!”
“Fuck off!”
“I’m serious! The next group are here and they want the rooms!”
“I’m coming, jeez!” I roll my eyes and take a breath when I hear his footsteps leaving.
Butter sits back down on the couch and reaches for me, her mouth level with my cock. Looking up at me as her fingers play with the tip, she laughs as it twitches under her touch.
“Hey, he said you had to stop playing, not me. I’m a writer, I’m a stickler for following commands to the letter.”
“Oh, well, in that case, maybe you should keep playing. Teach him to use accurate words.” I let my hand tangle in my hair and guide her head toward me. Her mouth engulfs my cock and I can barely stand as I feel the blood rush to my groin. She’s good. I see I’m going to be taking a lot of taxis in my future.
***
“Where the fuck have you guys been?” Hailey yells at me when we finally appear at the bus.
“Nowhere! Jez couldn’t find Emily so I went looking for her. She’d gone out the wrong exit on the other side of the building,” I lie, trying to look innocent..
“That’s weird…I swear I saw her near the greenrooms with you just after the show.”
“Did you? Maybe time to get your eyes checked. Anyway, what are we waiting for, let’s go!”
“Where’s Ben?” Butter asks, looking around, not seeing him.
“Carrie’s just bringing him back now. They found a café with a playground around the corner, so I said he could go for a few minutes while we waited for you. They’re on their way back right now, see?”
We all look in the direction he’s pointing.
I see Carrie and Ben and a third person walking beside them.
“Oh my God,” Emily gasps and she’s turned white. I’ve seen her look like that before, when she’d heard the news about Ben in the hospital. It’s not something I wanted to ever see again.
“What is it?” I ask her.
“It’s…oh my God. What is he doing here?”
