TAT Box Set

by Emjay Soren

  “Lift a little babe.” He says it soft but loud enough I can hear him. We are both aware that there is a bus full of rowdy men and Candy just beyond the bedroom door. This moment however is ours, its impact is so strong that the others fade away. I lift enough for him to grasp his cock and slip it through my wetness to test me. “So fucking wet baby…” He slips inside me with a silent groan and I arch my back in rapture. “You got so fucking wet from sucking me off, God your perfect.”

  I couldn’t help but smile and drop my mouth to his moaning as he thrust up into me, deeper than ever before. “Oh it’s so good this way Chad.” I silently cry out at the difference in the stretch and pull I feel when on the bottom. I can’t control my need to meet him thrust for thrust and he bites my lip groaning.

  “It’s too good baby.” He says and rolls me to my back, holding still deep inside of me with his eyes pinched closed. I had taken him past the point of control long before he got inside me and I can’t help but feel overjoyed for conquering such a man.

  Once he has gathered himself and all is right with his over anxious cock, the sex God that is my man comes back with a vengeance. “You feel so perfect Carrie, baby… God I need you so much. Promise me your mine forever no matter what.”

  He is rocking into me harder but still slowly and each press inside has me full to bursting in orgasmic wonderment. I would agree to a root canal at this point, agreeing to love him forever was nothing. “Yes baby I promise.” I arch from beneath him when he hits the sweetest spot inside of me. “Oh God… right there baby.” I cry out louder than I should have but the echoes from laughter at the end of the bus are a humiliation I can deal with later. Right now I need him to do that again and again and not stop.

  “That’s it, that’s my girl. Come for me Carrie.” Like a thief in the night he stole my pleasure and left a panting body with rubber limbs and jumbled cries in his wake. “Roll to your stomach baby. I need to come seeing my poem on your back, my hands on your hips and my dick in you bare.”

  God how he makes that sound romantic is beyond me. I do as he asks and roll to my stomach, lifting my ass in invitation, shameless and free. His lips trail along my spine until he comes to the poem I saved for him. “License my roving hands baby, don’t ever let me go, not before, behind, between, above or below. License me baby.”

  His hands and lips worship me as he followed the path of my virginal promise. He knew it was all I had to give and he took it as his own and understood the depth of those words. Slipping inside me with the gentlest of ease his body folded over mine like a shelter. “I don’t think I could survive losing you Carrie. I love you so fucking much baby.” His voice was cracking and I wanted to see his face and the emotion in his voice but his lips fell on my neck and he had me quickly back in that mindless sex fueled place.

  “I love you Chad, I promise I’m yours for as long as you want me.”

  He made a sound of grief and lust and I wondered where the sudden fear of losing me was coming from. “I’m there baby, so close. Can you come again Carrie?” His words were panted with in short bursts of air against my damp neck, his fingers already finding purchase on my needy clit. It took me no time at all to tighten and tremble from the inside out.

  “Fuck, I have never been inside without a rubber. Come now baby, I need to come inside of you so bad.”

  “Now. Yes Chad!” I cry and feel his release meet mine in a moment of raw ecstasy. His hips slam into me the final time and we both cave to the bed, his dampened body wet against my spine and I worship the feeling of his weight. His hands pull my sweat soaked hair from off my neck and he rains kisses from one shoulder to the next, his body slowly slipping from mine until he is beside me pulling me into his side.

  There were no words just peace and love as we both fell sound asleep.

  *

  I woke to a damp cloth and Chad between my legs. It startled me at first but his voice was calm and reassuring. “Didn’t mean to scare you baby. I just wanted to clean you up.” He tosses the wet cloth toward the end of the bed and climbs in beside me pulling me onto his chest.

  “What time is it? How long did I sleep for?” I yawn and stretch, the sheet tugged down with my movement exposing my bare breast and the cherries he loves so much. His lips were on them almost immediately with loving strokes of his tongue.

  “It’s just a few before five. We gotta get going in a few minutes for sound check and a fan meet and greet. I figured I would get you awake with some oral skills but you caught me cleaning you and I didn’t want to give you the creeps.”

  He winks and I laugh. “I am so excited to see you guys play. I have a new outfit I bought at home so I may be rocking your big gig in sweats and a Sinners shirt.”

  “You can go to any shop in the venue and buy a TAT shirt instead and support your man.” He growled and it made me laugh harder.

  “I don’t know, I like the Sinners of the Slipstream.”

  “Baby you know one song.”

  “Yeah but I don’t know any of yours.” I realize how awful that is and feel immediately guilty. “Yet.”

  “Its okay babe, just add it to the list of things to blame on Noah.”

  We both laugh at that but all too quickly he gets from the bed and I notice he’s fully dressed. “How long have you been up?” He looks showered and damn near lickable in his tattered and worn out jeans, that yes he bought that way. His grey simple t shirt is stretched and fitted perfectly against his defined chest barely hiding the fact he’s cut like stone. Big black boots that were nothing country and everything ass kicker as well as his leather cuff bracelet and all his piercings shining to the brightest light.

  “You showered and everything? How long did I sleep?” I pull the sheet from the bed and stand looking around for my clothes that were thrown somewhere.

  “I brought in your bag and Candy said she grabbed, said sexy outfit knowing you weren’t thinking clear. She said to tell you she has all your essentials.”

  Jesus, that just freaked me out. Candy was ‘the know all be all’ of everything girly and right with the world and I was slowly learning from her. “You have been busy.” I smile and walk to him, stone cold naked and press myself against his luscious body and lean in for a kiss. The kiss was fast and sweet before he stepped back.

  What the fuck?

  “No getting me turned on before a show, I’ll fuck it all up and rush so I can get back in you. Jesus I can’t explain how hot it was going bareback baby, but I tossed every condom the minute I got up.”

  Oh!

  I give my best fake pout and grab the sheet to wrap it around me. Once done I look up and his eyes are almost black with lust and he grabs me hard and slams me against his chest. “Fuck it baby, you’re all I want.” His mouth is on mine and leading me back to the bed where he gives me the fastest orgasm of my life followed by a wall banging fuck that wasn’t more than ten minutes.

  The best ten minutes of my life!

  *

  We were supposed to be to the VIP room for the meet and green two minutes ago and I was still standing in the doorway of the bus waiting on Candy to finish perfecting. “I’m counting to ten and leaving you.” I warn and hear her laughter as she makes her way down the hall in a micro mini and layered black and hot pink tank tops. She has on a pair of hot pink glittered gladiator sandals that had a figure eight design over the top. Long silver chains with various charms dangled from her neck and I swear she makes it look effortless.

  “I’m ready calm your horny ass down.” She snickered as she slammed the door behind us nodding at Ben the security guard who was taking us to meet up with the guys. She was looking me up and down as we walked toward the stadiums employee entrance and I was seriously starting to worry. “Either I look like hell and your thinking of how to tell me or you’re going lez on me.”

  She laughs and shoulder bumps me and I almost lose my balance. I am not a high heel kind of girl, I’m more flip flops and Chuck Taylors kind of girl, yet she somehow got
me into four inch heels that were indeed pretty damn awesome.

  “I’m thinking Blake may choke on stage when he see’s you.”

  I roll my eyes and she stops, tugging my wrist so I am forced to stop with her. “I mean it Carrie. Chad is lucky to be on your arm, not the other way around. You look beautiful and happy and together they make you a bombshell baby.”

  I love her so much and so thankful we met the minute I was free from the hell we left behind. I felt giddy from her words and couldn’t help but smooth out the black cowl neck top I bought that fit me like a second skin and showed just enough of my ‘ladies’ that Chad may slobber some. I wore my usual skinny jeans with cute little rhinestones on the bottom pockets and white stitching in the seams. Paired with the heels Candy forced on me even I could admit I looked the part of a rockstar girl. My hair was up in a messy but purposely done knot and my single karat diamond earrings that Aunt Lilly gave me for my high school graduation.

  “Well thanks babycakes. You’re looking pretty fresh yourself.” She had gone on and on about the tub in the room Noah had reserved for them at the Edgewater Hotel.

  “Yeah well a day of pampering from your sweet and horny brother will do that to a girl.”

  I cringe and shiver at the thought. “Remember when we talked about boundaries and things we should and shouldn’t tell each other?”

  She laughs and pulls me close now that we are almost to the entrance and the fact we are seeing them in a stadium for the first time. “Where’s the fun in that?”

  “Your helpless you know that?” I ask laughing at her distaste for all things secretive and sexual.

  “No, I’m hopeful and happy knowing what I hope will happen will just as soon as this show is over. On a side note… your brother is a monster after a show. I may not walk tomorrow Carrie.” She is laughing so hard she snorts and I want to smack her for trying to ruin my life with her and Noah sexcapades.

  “Shut up dammit!” I laugh as we enter the stadium and see the meet and greet room just to the left of us. “Let’s go see some sexy rockstars!”

  The room holding the meet and greet wasn’t what I thought it would be. I was expecting screaming fangirls, crying, desperate for a touch from the rockstars in the room. Turns out… not so much. Both women and men walked around the room, some drinking or snacking from the trays that were laid out on the tables.

  It was mellow and relaxing and not at all the party I assumed it would be. “Are you at all disappointed?” Candy asks from beside me eyeing a group of girls that were maybe sixteen all sporting the VIP backstage passes and giggling in excitement.

  “Kind of, I expected panty dropping and screaming girls hanging from the rafters.” I replied and almost giggled when I saw a woman well into her forties blush when Chad and Noah both greeted her, prepping to sign one of their CD's.

  “Yeah, complete let down.” We followed the crowd and avoided standing in line with the fans waiting for autographs and decided on a small couch behind the bands and sat to snack from the spread out.

  We watched in bored fascination as the line dwindled and the fans made their way out to the stadium to wait for the show. Assuming this was our call as well to follow the guys to wherever we would watch, a line of scantily clad women made their way in drones. Both Candy and I watched the women make their way as if no cause or reason, and started to drape themselves over every available man in the room.

  Candy and I both gasped at the same time as two very skanky, very trashy women made their way to Noah. Trying to keep an eye on my brother and his sometimes forgetfulness to who may be watching him, I still followed the line as a single woman caught my sight, her eyes set on my boyfriend.

  It was Trisha. Chad’s ex was arguably one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I can’t deny the fact that seeing them together fit the bill. I watch in horror as Chad smiles, uncomfortably thank God, and talks to her about things I can’t here. My heart has stopped when I see what looks like fear and anger on his face. Trisha is smiling coyly unaffected by his obvious state of uncomfortable.

  Finally he looks over his shoulder to me, smiles and winks but there is no heart in the action. He does this before he pulls Trisha in for a tight and cold hug, patting her on the back and trying desperately not to let her body sidle close to his. All too quickly he pulled back and Trisha’s dagger glare fell on me with hatred.

  With that looks she spoke volumes on her hate for me, clearly Chad told her he was taken and though the bitch had eyes on me I smiled and waved and then looked away. I trusted him. I hadn’t doubted it before, but now it was even more solid just exactly how much I trusted him.

  The next woman in line went for Cal and he welcomed her with excitement. Shamus was known for his relationship with Cassa and also known as a lost cause. He wasn’t ever leaving her and they knew it, some still tried but failed miserably.

  I followed Candy’s stare back to Noah, who was being polite but avoiding any physicality toward the girls. It was a big deal for him to hold back from letting the woman hang on him but his eyes met Candy with a knowing smile and she relaxed beside me.

  I should have been paying attention to the crowd, but I was occupied when the security team came to get the guys and take them to their dressing rooms because the show was starting in an hour and TAT was the opening band.

  Chad blew me a kiss as he headed out of the room and I, like a cheesy spaz, pretended to catch it and felt my cheeks heat at the overly cheese factor. “You guys are so sweet its diabetic,” comes the snarky and sultry voice beside me.

  I turned to see the drop dead gorgeous ex of my boyfriend, Trisha. Wearing a skin tight black sleeveless dress and six inch heels that made her legs go on for days, weeks even. “Well, that’s true love for ya.” I say just as sickly sweet.

  “True love?” She squeals incredulously, like my telling her we were in love was the most shocking unbelievable thing she had heard all day.

  She laughs once the shock wears off from my comment. “Carrie, I hope you understand that Chad doesn’t love anyone other than Chad.” She was a snide bitch with no class. I knew this, but there was something in her tone that forced my attention.

  “Well Trisha, that’s where you’re wrong; Chad loves me.” I stood my ground and defended what we had and would with everything inside of me. He was mine and there was no way some loud mouthed bitch could change that. This was my first test dealing with the swarms of women who would kill for a chance with Chad. Trisha had his past but I had and was his future.

  “I don’t think you have the experience or the stamina for the likes of Chad Blake.” Her tone was far from polite sure, but she sounded almost sad for me. “I know you love him, maybe he thinks he loves you, but faithful-” she looked at me with her eyes wide and brows cocked- “that man has no idea what the word means. I saw your claw marks in his back in Spokane when me and my girls came to the show. I saw them because I left a few of my own in their wake.”

  Everything inside of me froze with an eerie fucking calm. I saw the marks in his back, the old ones that Noah had tattooed. I had kissed and licked along the remaining lines, lines that seemed too fresh to have been mine. Lines, I thought Noah had reopened when scrubbing Chad’s back for the tat. I wasn’t stupid however, and I knew that there could be a number of reasons for how she knew about the tats. Cal was always networking the band and facebook had been overhauled with over three hundred pictures from the tour. There were a number of ways I knew this. I also know that Trisha had been it for Chad the few times they dated. I knew that the relationship between them had been tumultuous at best and that yes she could be very bitter for having lost him.

  But the fresh scratches made me nervous; as did the fact Trisha and I had one thing in common. We both knew Chad like his back scratched, and hard. Not willing to give her an inch and see what her accusation was doing to me, I smiled thick and sweet looking her square in the eye. “I know it’s hard when the one you love moves on. I bet it’s even harder when
who he moves on with is in a higher grade of class than you ever would or could be. I know it’s hard to see the adoration and the respect for me in his eyes, but do not mistake who I am. I am who you will never be.” I squared my shoulders and took another step closer wanting to snap her vibrant red hair from her head. Oh yeah my claws were out and sharpened.

  “I warn you once Trisha and only once. I can see how bad it eats you that you will never touch him again, but I won’t be this nice next time. I will punch you in the face without thought or reason if you don’t find your boundaries and keep behind the line. Cross it and all bets are off and I’ll beat your pretty little ass until it’s no longer pretty. Women like you are why we have a bad reputation as drama and jealous. If, and it’s a big if, but if Chad does come back to you for more of your lack luster sex and you think it’s because your special or what he wants or needs, I can promise you it’s not. You are one in a million in a long line of warm bodies that had kept him warm until I came along.” I shrug even though I am scared shitless from what she said. “He chooses to come back to that life; it will be because I left his. Understand?”

  I didn’t wait for a response but made my way to the door refusing to miss his big show for this woman’s bullshit. “Carrie?” She called and I wish I hadn’t stopped but I did, my anger pushing me for a fight.

  I turn and look at her but say nothing when she walks closer to me. I am stiff and on edge with my fists clenched incase she really does want this fight to happen. “Did he tell you why we split up? After three years, off and on, why he and I ended?”

  “No, but it’s because it doesn’t matter to me.”