by Amiee Louise
“I’m all yours, angel.”
I get up, unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. He lifts his hips off the chair, and I maneuver them down his legs. I throw them across the room, and his cock is straining against the material of his boxer briefs. He shrugs off his jacket and strips off his vest in one lithe move until he is gloriously naked. I lick my lips; I will never get tired of seeing him naked.
“Better?” He smirks, and I nod.
“Much.”
I smile with satisfaction. He stands up, and his tall frame towers over me.
“You’re still wearing your bra, baby, that’s highly unacceptable,” he tuts. He unclasps my bra with one hand, looks cockily at me, and smirks.
“Years of practise, my lovely!” He winks and hangs my bra on the microphone stand near the desk. “Let’s call that a souvenir! Every time I come in here, I’ll think of you. I won’t be able to hide my erection, seeing your beautiful pussy spread out for me.” He moves me over to the desk. “Lean down on the desk and grip it tight. Don’t let go unless I tell you, angel.”
I do as he says and lean down on the smooth wooden desk. I grip it, and he runs his fingers down my spine, causing my body to shiver and goosebump at his touch.
“I’m going to take you from behind, baby.”
He runs his fingers down my soaking wet folds and pushes two fingers into my pussy. I mewl softly.
“You’re always so wet and ready for me, angel.”
He removes his fingers and replaces them with his erect cock. He pushes roughly into me, and I shriek at the force.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he growls. He plunges in and out at a fast pace driving me towards the release I have been desperately craving since he teased me earlier.
“Mmm, Sam!” I let out a scream. He increases his momentum, and we both detonate at the same time with strangled cries of pure sexual bliss. He grips my waist and collapses on top of me. We are both left panting and breathless on the desk.
“I never get tired of being inside you, baby. You’re so beautiful, I love you so much,” he whispers in my ear and pulls out of me. He lifts me off the desk and sits me on the edge. He nudges himself between my legs and wraps his arms around me.
“I love you, Sam, so much.”
I nuzzle into his chest, and he holds me tightly.
“Move in with me, angel, I want to wake up next to you every single morning and go to sleep with you every night for as long as I’m breathing.”
“Maybe after the tour? I need some time to think, baby.”
He seems to understand and nods. He lifts me off the desk and carries me down the corridor into his bedroom, deposits me on the bed, and lies down next to me. We say goodnight, and I fall into a restful sleep.
We spend the whole of Sunday being a normal couple. We have breakfast in bed, pack, and prepare for the tour. We go out after for farewell drinks at a local bar with Seb and Ruby; we have a good time drinking, chatting, laughing and hanging out with our friends. We get back to Sam’s apartment, make slow passionate love on the sofa, and for the first time in a long time, I am so blissfully happy I don’t ever want this feeling to end.
Before we know it, Monday morning has rolled around, and today is the day I go on a tour bus with a bunch of rockers. I am nervous and apprehensive as to what I am letting myself in for, but I am also excited. Cole drives us to the tour bus, and when we get out of the car, I am stunned to see the tour bus in front of me. It is a black and silver, sleek, double-deck bus, with tinted windows, and the band’s logo down the side. It is very large and impressive from the outside.
“This is our home for the next three months, angel,” Sam tells me.
He smiles his dazzling smile, and I am temporarily disarmed. I love his smile—it is one of my favourite features of his. The other guys arrive a few minutes after us, and Jax comes bounding over to me.
“Peyton!”
I love his child-like manner; it never fails to make me smile. He picks me up and spins me around.
“We’ll look after you, love, I promise.”
He winks and puts me down. Brody salutes coolly, and Lucas gives me a one-armed hug. J.D. is talking to a tall, muscular, middle-aged man with a dark-haired buzz cut. The guys make their way up the stairs of the bus, and Sam swats my bum playfully as I walk up in front of him. We all get onto the bus, and I am again amazed by the interior. I walk around to get acquainted with my new home on wheels.
“Let me show you the upstairs,” Sam says, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
Men and their filthy minds!
I follow him up to the upper deck. It is equally as impressive as the lower deck. Sam swings the door to the bedroom open. It is decorated in masculine black, turquoise, and silver tones. However, it is cosy, and I instantly feel at home.
“You like?” Sam looks at me.
“It’s cosy.”
He smiles at my reaction and says, “The first gig is tonight up in Glasgow. It takes around seven hours to get to Glasgow from London depending on traffic, but we’ll have a few stops along the way. Come on, I’ll introduce you to our tour bus driver, Lex.”
He takes my hand, and we go back downstairs to the lower deck. The other guys have settled in—Brody is lounging on the sofa with his headphones on reading a rock magazine; Lucas and Jax are having some sort of Xbox duel on Grand Theft Auto 5, their faces full of concentration. I smile at the sight. Boys and their toys.
“There’s someone I want you to meet, babe.” Sam pulls me towards the driver’s cab. “Lex.”
He turns around and smiles a crooked smile. He looks to be in his mid-forties, has a dark buzz cut, dark, steel-blue eyes, and stubble across his square jaw. Lex shakes hands with Sam.
“Good to see you, Sam.”
Sam smiles and says, “You too, mate. Lex, this is my girlfriend, Peyton; she is coming on tour with us for a few weeks. Peyton this is our driver, Lex.”
I smile, and Lex shakes my hand.
“I hope you know what you’re letting yourself in for, darlin’. These boys can be a handful. Lucky for me, I know their tricks so I can handle them just fine. Stick with me, kid, I’ll show you the tricks.”
“Let’s not scare her to death, man.”
Lex laughs. I instantly like him; he seems like a really nice person with his humorous personality, and he seems like a sort of father figure.
“I’m just joking, darlin’, but if you ever need to get away from the boys for a bit, you can always come and chill with me up here, anytime.”
I smile at the sentiment and nod, saying, “Thank you, Lex, I appreciate that. I’ll definitely bear it in mind.”
“We’re going to get on the road in the next ten minutes, if you need me to pull over at any time for rest stops just give me a shout.”
“Nice to meet you, Lex.”
Sam and I go into the living area of the bus. We settle down on the sofa, and I can’t believe I am on a tour bus with a rock band—it’s all so surreal. Let the madness of Rancid Vengeance commence!
7
Peyton
It feels like we have been on the road for ages. I have been alternating between listening to my iPod, reading my Kindle, and surfing the internet on my laptop to pass the time. I have no idea where we are but figure that we must be in Glasgow by now. Sam is taking a shower, and Lucas and Brody are playing Xbox. The bus suddenly pulls to a halt, but the engine is still running. Jax gets up and looks through the bus window. He strides to the driver’s cab.
“Lex, we’re in the middle of bum fuck nowhere! It’s a fair assumption to say we’re bloody lost!”
Brody and Lucas put their Xbox controllers down on the table. They are on the sofa laughing hysterically at Jax’s sudden outburst at Lex.
“And just because the sat-nav is a bird doesn’t mean you have to ignore her and argue with her, because frankly, mate, it’s really fucking weird!”
Lex cuts the engine on the bus and storms down the bus aisle.
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�I’ve been awake for thirty-six fucking hours, so I’m sorry that we’re bloody lost. I’m knackered, and I need to get some sleep, so one of you ungrateful motherfuckers are going to have to drive the god damn bus!”
Lex throws the keys at Jax and stomps off the bus, bumping into Sam as he leaves. Sam has just stepped out of the shower, and he has a towel wrapped around his lean waist. He looks gorgeous and glorious with beads of water running down his tattooed torso. I lick my lips as I catch sight of him and his dazzling smile turns to a puzzled look.
“What’s up with Lex? Have you been winding him up again, Jax?”
Jax holds his hands up innocently. “We’re in the middle of fucking nowhere because of him, it’s like the beginning of a bad horror movie out there. I’m too young and pretty to die. I’ve seen Deliverance, and that shit ain’t happening to me, dude!”
Sam rolls his eyes and laughs. “You need to go and apologise to Lex, man.”
Jax folds his arms and pouts, “I’m not apologising, it’s his fault we’re lost! Why should I be the one to say sorry?”
Sam shakes his head, exasperated. “Because he’s going through a rough time at the moment. He’s going through a divorce. He has worked for us for years, he doesn’t have to drive for us, but he does because he’s a good bloke. You treating him like shit and being a total arse isn’t helping things, Jax. Lost or not, who else is going to drive the bus?”
Jax rolls his eyes. “For fuck’s sake!”
Jax sounds like a stroppy teenager, and we all burst out laughing. Maybe being on a tour bus with a bunch of rockers won’t be so bad after all. Sam goes up to the top deck.
“Baby, could you come and give me a hand with something, please?”
Brody sniggers and winks at me. I feel my face flush and go up the stairs. I push the bedroom door open; Sam is freshly showered and sprawled out naked on the bed. I lick my lips at the sight of his muscular body.
“I thought we could christen the bed, angel.” His voice is laced with promise. “Strip for me, baby, I need you ready for when I take you. I want you wet, naked, and at my mercy.” When all I do is chuckle, he says, “Are you going to do as I tell you, or am I going to have to take you over my knee and spank you?”
My heart beat increases. Take me over his knee and spank me? I didn’t know he was into that. But something about being taken over his knee and being spanked oddly turns me on. He regards me intently, and I take off my t-shirt. He smiles.
“God, you have such an impressive rack.”
I laugh and continue my slow strip tease. Suddenly, I hear a blood-curdling scream. Sam and I look at each other before he dives off the bed and starts to pull on a pair of loose-fitting jogging bottoms, trying to hide his raging hard-on. I pull my t-shirt back on, and we both go down to the lower deck. Sam nuzzles his face in my hair.
“To be continued!” he whispers, and I bite my lip. “What the fuck is going on?” Sam shouts. Brody and Lucas are rolling around on the floor in fits of hysterical laughter. Jax is running his hands through his hair frantically, he looks rather pale.
“Jax, what’s going on, dude?”
Jax looks at Sam. “I swear I saw someone in the woods wearing a ski mask with a big fucking knife. Sam, we’re all going to die!” Jax says dramatically and panicked. Sam bites his lip to stifle his laughter; I go over to Jax and brush his arm.
“Are you OK, sweetie? Are you sure that’s what you saw?” I try to comfort him, and Brody rolls his eyes.
“Don’t encourage him, darlin’.”
Sam looks at Brody and Lucas.
“Has this got anything to do with you two?”
Lucas and Brody look at each other feigning ignorance.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, mate.”
They both continue their hysterical laughter.
“You pair of complete and utter wankers!” Jax shouts. “I actually thought someone was out there, you bastards.”
He stalks off down the bus aisle, and I shake my head. Brody rolls his eyes. I get the feeling that he doesn’t like me very much.
“He had it coming. He’s being such a baby, and we were just … teaching him a lesson.”
It’s my turn to roll my eyes. Sam looks at Brody and Lucas. Sam seems to be the bandleader, the voice of reason and the sensible one.
“One of you fuckers is going to have to drive the bus, because it sure as shit isn’t going to be me again.”
They go to protest, and J.D comes down the bus aisle.
“Right, you bunch of fucking reprobates! The itinerary when we eventually get to Glasgow is as follows. We’re checking into the hotel then you’re scheduled for a magazine interview and photo shoot. The gig is at the o2 academy; it’s a sold-out venue, and it’s an intimate gig. There will be an after-show party, which has been organised by the venue, so enjoy, boys.”
J.D. smiles and goes back down the bus aisle. He seems unusually friendly and polite. It actually unnerves me; I can’t help but think he is plotting something. Sam looks at me and shrugs. I wrap my arms around him, and he kisses my forehead.
“It’s a blessing that we’ve got a hotel for the night; we normally just have to make do with the bus.” He smiles. “Lucky for us, baby, I’m going to make you come a thousand different ways, and I’m going to fuck you until we both pass out,” he whispers seductively, and I melt at his words. “Starting now.”
He winks, and he goes up the stairs to the top deck. I follow him, and Sam is once again sprawled out naked on the bed leaning on his elbow. His eyes are dark and hooded with lust.
“Now where were we, angel?”
He bites his lip and smiles devilishly.
“Oh, yeah, you were stripping for me.”
He winks. I pull off my t-shirt and throw it on the floor, shaking my hair, as I reach around to unclasp my bra.
“Slower, baby, I want to savour every part of you. I want to commit every inch of you to memory so when we’re apart, I can imagine your beautiful body just like this.”
He really knows how to make me feel special, as if I’m the only woman for him. I throw my bra on top of my t-shirt and start to slowly unzip my jeans. I wiggle my hips and Sam raises his eyebrows.
“You’re such a beautiful tease.”
I shimmy out of my jeans and kick off my shoes and throw them onto the pile of discarded clothes. I am standing in just my knickers in front of him. Suddenly feeling conscious of my body, Sam senses my unease.
“Please don’t hide yourself from me, you’re absolutely stunning. Come and lie down, baby, I want to try something we haven’t tried before. Please don’t freak out, if it’s too much let me know and we can stop.”
I feel nervous and anxious about what he has in store for me. I do as he says and lie down on the bed. He moves me with ease to the middle of the bed and reaches into the drawer next to the bed. He takes out a pair of leather cuffs and a soft silk blindfold. My stomach rolls with apprehension.
“Don’t look so worried, angel. I’m going to make you feel so good, I promise.”
I nod for him to proceed.
“Lift your arms above your head.”
I do as he says, and he starts to fasten the cuffs to my wrists, binding me to the metal bed frame. They feel comfortable around my wrists, and the leather is soft. This isn’t so bad. He wraps the blindfold around my eyes, and I can’t see anything. My heartbeat kicks up a notch, and every nerve is standing to attention at one of my senses being temporarily disabled.
“Does that feel OK, baby?” I nod, his voice instantly soothing me. “Good girl.” He kisses the end of my nose. “You need to trust me, angel, do you trust me?”
I nod again.
“Say it, I need to hear you say the words.”
I bite my lip.
“Don’t bite your lip, please. It’s taking everything I have for me not to just fuck you raw,” he says gruffly, and I wriggle.
“I trust you, Sam, with my life.”
“God, you’r
e amazing, how did I get so lucky?”
I hear the smile in his voice. The bed dips and I hear his footsteps around the room then the click of the lock.
“Now we won’t be disturbed.”
I can sense him moving with grace around the room. I hear him open and shut the drawer.
“God, you look beautiful like that, I want to devour and worship every inch of you.”
The bed dips, and he nudges my legs apart with his knees. He pushes his finger inside me then introduces a second.
