“I gave you enough time,” he whispered. His condom covered erection slipped into my pussy so easily, I was sure he covered it in lube. “Damn, I have no idea how we’re going to go even a few hours without this.” He grunted and gave me several hard thrusts. “Backstage is gonna be so…” He slammed into me roughly. “…fuckin’…” Another hit. “Uh… sweet.”
I gripped the blanket. My head went back while I moaned loudly. There was no pain like I had thought there would be. “Giovanni… Giovanni… God… Uh God… Fuck!” My ass went up, and I screamed, consumed with ecstasy. How can I still have orgasms in me?
“Yeah, damn!” He grabbed my shoulders and went faster. “Squirt for me.” Harder. “I wanna feel it.” Even harder. “Give it to me.” His breath became labored.
The mattress moved as I clung to the blanket, an orgasm eminent. My moans and cries gradually got louder and louder as he pounded away at my pussy. Then suddenly I cried out his name and trembled fiercely within while my thighs got wet.
“Nice.” Giovanni moaned. His pace slowed then he leaned down. “Open your legs wider, my love.”
As I bit my lip, I did as he asked. His legs slid between mine. Then he gave me a violent stroke, which pushed me toward the edge of the bed. I grabbed the end of the mattress, so I wouldn’t go over.
He gripped my shoulders a little harder and started to get really rough. I screamed within seconds. My body quivered all over. Then I was shocked when the mattress hit the floor. I bounced a bit as I tried to stay on it.
“Oh fuck. Sorry.” He groaned. “I’m almost there, just hang on.”
I clutched the end as he slammed into me harder and harder. It took all my strength not to fall off. I had to let go when my entire body was racked with spasms yet again.
“Crystal, damn!” Giovanni shouted as we both slid off the bed. His sigh told me he was done. “That felt so good.” Slowly he pulled out and carefully got up. “You OK?”
I rolled onto my back. “Yeah, just shocked I held on so long.”
“Yeah, you’re a trooper.” He put out a hand and helped me stand. “Help me with the bed.”
We worked together to put the bed back in place as we laughed. I got up and put the sheet back on that had come off one side. Giovanni dropped onto the bed as I lay on my back.
I sighed as I stared at his still stiff dick. “That was amazing!”
“Ditto.” He caressed my arm. “Ready for round, um, seven is it?”
I laughed. “I lost count.” Then I rolled to my side and smiled. “I love you, you know.”
“I do. Love you too.” He touched my cheek. “Today’s gonna go down in infamy.”
I smirked. “You’re nuts.”
“Yeah, about you.”
“We gotta finish packing.”
“No we don’t. We’re not leaving for Pittsburg till Sunday.” We had a concert in Philadelphia the next night. Pittsburg was far enough away that we wouldn’t come back home that night.
“I want it done.” I hated to rush at the last minute.
Just as I was about to get up, Giovanni grabbed my arm. “You’re not going anywhere.” He pulled me back down on the bed. “I’m not done yet.”
He rolled over on top of me and began to kiss me as he slid his fingers slowly down my side. We kissed with so much passion; I wanted him all over again. I put my hands through his hair and cherished the romantic moment.
When he started to kiss my neck, I sighed and caressed his back. His love fill me. It was an amazing sensation, like we had become one.
“I wanna make love this time,” Giovanni whispered in my ear. “No rough stuff, OK?”
I moaned as he nibbled my earlobe. “Yes.”
His hand touched my inner thigh just before his cock probed me. “Uh God!” He cried out as he pushed inside again. “Fuck, why do you always feel so damn good?”
His arms wrapped around me and mine did the same. He leaned down and kissed me as he withdrew slowly. We both moaned as he drove back in. He took his time. It was incredible.
We continued to kiss as our hips came together again and again, just as slowly. We both sighed with each gentle stroke. After a while, I closed my eyes. I had become a little overwhelmed with it all. Then I cried out his name as I felt pleasure all over. I dug my nails into his shoulders with a gasp. It lasted a long time. Even when it subsided, my hands shook.
“I love you so much. You’re my everything. I swear I’ll love you forever,” he softly told me.
I moaned then replied, “I love you too.”
Then Giovanni rolled us over. His cock never slipped out. “Ride me. Please.” His hands slowly went down my back and grabbed my ass.
I looked up at his smile. “Still want it slow?”
“Yeah. I wanna feel your love.”
After I gripped his shoulders tighter, I planted my knees on either side of his ribs and lifted my hips slowly. When I brought them down, Giovanni gasped. I gyrated my hips, which drew a moan from him. My pussy was still sore, but I bit back the pain.
“Fuck, that’s amazing.”
I kissed his neck as I got into a rhythm, Slowly, I ground down and swiveled with each thrust. Giovanni lay almost still as he gasped and sighed. Only when he squeezed my ass every once in a while did I know he could move.
Soon, I was shocked as my own sounds got louder. I enjoyed him lost in pleasure. In that position it didn’t feel as good for me, normally. My nails sunk into his flesh as it built. When strong spasms started, I leaned my head down and screamed into his chest. I had to stop and cling to him, while the orgasm kept on. My pussy tensed, and my insides quaked like mad.
Giovanni moaned loudly and held me close to him, as he rode it out with me. “Damn, I love you,” he breathlessly told me. It was rare for him to profess it so much.
I couldn’t even think of words. I continuously cried out. My body would not let up. I clawed at his shoulders, to try to deal with the overload. After a few minutes, I just lay my head on him. My entire body still shook.
“I’ll give you a break,” he whispered and rolled us again. He gave me a few gentle strokes. “I had to force myself not to cum while you thrashed around. That was so hot.” He kissed my lips softly. “You sure you’re OK? It never takes you this long to recover.”
I nodded my head and took a few deep breaths. “I’m… OK. Love you.”
He slipped an arm under my neck and the other around my waist. The he held me tight. I wrapped mine around his back, finally able to breathe normally. He spread my legs wider with his knees then withdrew and pushed back in slowly, as he ground into me deeply.
I moaned and my head went back as he kept it up. Another stroke, more grinding. My mouth opened, and my back tried to arch as he ground in even deeper. He circled slowly but just so.
“Fuck!” I cried out and suddenly fluid spurted from me, while my insides quaked.
Giovanni buried his face into my neck. “Not just rough now, huh?”
I was shocked at my body’s reaction. However, it felt so amazing that it made sense.
“I love when you squirt.” He drove into me a bit harder.
I whimpered as a new set of spasms began. “I can’t. Cum already.”
“I want you to soak the bed.” He held me tighter, and his hips slammed into mine. He wasn’t disappointed. That made it happen again. “Yes, again.” He rammed into me really hard.
I grunted with the slight pain that caused but clung to him as my insides trembled yet again. The wet spot under me grew. “Enough!”
“Not… done.” Giovanni sounded out of breath.
He pounded me again and again which caused more orgasms. It drew so much fluid from me, I swore it was impossible. When his strokes no longer got the result he wanted, he slowed his pace. He closed his eyes and kissed me. He caressed my tongue slowly. I got lost in the deep, passionate kiss and was surprised when he started to moan louder.
Suddenly he gripped me tightly and his body tensed. “Crystal.” He g
asped in my ear. He grunted as each burst of semen released. “Fuck, that was stupid.”
I ran my fingers through his hair. “What was?”
“I’m exhausted.” He let out a loud exhale and put more of his weight on me. “I shoulda kept it slow. Now I doubt I can go another round before we leave.”
I laughed. “There’s always later you know.”
“Yeah, but who knows if we’ll have time.”
“We’ll make time if you really wanna cum that many times.”
He kissed my nose as he pulled out. “I do. Maybe we’ll get together with Tommy after the concert. I know you’d like that.”
I bit my lip. “You know me well, but my heart’s all yours.”
“I know.” He sighed and squeezed me. “You got mine too.” He took a deep breath. “It’s getting late. I told Chad one o’clock.”
My phone rang from the other room. Giovanni jumped up and flew out the door. I sat up and listened to his muffled voice. The conversation was impossible to decipher.
“Yeah. I can’t wait,” Giovanni said as he walked back into the room. “Let me know what day you’re gonna be there, and I’ll book your room.” He smiled at me. “She’s right here. Hang on.” He handed me the phone. “Your mom.” He pointed at the condom. “Gotta get this off.”
I laughed. It was probably overfilled and uncomfortable. “Hey, mom.”
“Be careful, OK?” She obviously cried. “Call me every day.”
I shook my head. “Mom, we never talk every day.”
She sniffled. “I wanna know you guys are OK. Will your phone work on the road?”
“Yes, Mom. All over the country.” I looked up. Giovanni stood next to the bed with a look of dread on his face. “Um, Mom, I love you, but I need to go. Gotta get ready to leave soon.”
“OK. We love you too. Don’t party too much. I hear tour bands drink and do drugs all the time.”
“Relax, Mom. I won’t do any drugs. I promise.” I raised my eyebrows and hoped Giovanni would say something. “I’ll call you tonight before bed. We’re not leaving town till Sunday.”
“OK. Love you.”
I closed the phone. “What happened?”
His mouth opened. Then he shifted his feet. “Um…” He glanced down then tried not to look at me. “Well, uh… The uh… The condom kinda ripped.”
“What?” I panicked immediately. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t notice till I took it off. It wasn’t a big tear, but…” He looked away then back at me slowly. “Um, it was almost at the end, and there wasn’t much in it.”
“Don’t tell me that. Please.” I lay down, as I hyperventilated and cried. “Not now. Please. Tell me you’re kidding.”
Giovanni got up on the bed. “Maybe it’ll be OK.” He lay down and pulled me into his arms. “I’m sorry. I shoulda used a new one the second time. I just didn’t think of that.”
“But I’m not ready. I don’t want a baby now.” We planned to try for a child after the tour, but it was too soon.
“It’s OK.” He stroked my hair. “What about the morning after pill? Can you take that?”
“No. It’s got the same hormones that sent me to the hospital when I was 17,” I recalled when I was put on the pill to regulate my severely erratic periods. “I don’t wanna have an abortion. I just can’t get pregnant now.”
“My love, relax.” He held me closer. “You’re not gonna get pregnant. I’m telling you, it’s gonna be fine.”
I pulled back and looked up at my fiancé. “I’m just scared.”
“If by some weird chance it happens. I’ll be there. I swear I will.”
We stayed in each other’s arms for a while longer. Then we both got up to get ready. I hid the occasional tears that fell from Giovanni, since I knew he wanted to have kids right away. A few times, I closed myself in the bathroom and cried as quiet as I could. A pregnancy so soon was just too much for me to handle.
Chapter 12
“Hey, I know you’re still upset.” Giovanni put his arms around me from behind, just after I had outlined my eyes. “Would having my baby really be that bad?”
I sniffled. Guilt immediately washed over me. The memory of being in that situation with Chad behind his back came to me. I closed my eyes and started to bawl. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s OK.” He turned me around and put his fingers through my hair. “I didn’t mean to say it that way. I get it. You’re just afraid. No matter what, I’ll always be here.” He exhaled on my neck then sighed. “You know my mom’ll help us. She keeps asking me about grandkids. And there’s your mom and Chad’s mom and even Chad. It’ll be OK. I promise you.”
I nodded my head and tried to control my tears. He was right. No matter how scared I was, we weren’t alone. I held his shirt tightly and slowly calmed. “Won’t it make things difficult on the road?”
“Don’t worry.” He brushed my hair from my face and kissed my forehead. “We’ll know in a few weeks then we’ll figure something out if you are.” He lifted my chin. “Please trust me.” The tone of his voice gave away how hurt he was.
I blinked away the rest of my tears before I answered. “OK.” I was still not sure, but knew he needed me to be.
“Thanks for trying,” he whispered as a finger swept down my cheek. “Everything’s gonna be OK, baby or not. And just think, in a few months, maybe we can watch the butterflies grown on your belly.”
I nodded and pulled away from him. “I have to fix my makeup.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and watched as I wiped at the smudges with a tissue before I re-did my mascara and eyeliner. When I was done, he hugged me again. Then we walked hand in hand to Chad’s. We had still not talked about Rosario again. I was sure we wouldn’t until he was actually overseas. Giovanni didn’t like to talk about feelings often.
Mark, Chris and Chad loaded equipment without jackets. I pulled the lapel of my leather coat up, to shield myself from the brisk January wind.
“Where’s your jacket?” I asked Chad.
He looked up. “I was sweating with it on. We got more stuff to bring than we realized.” Chad walked away. “Hey, Giovanni, you wanna bring the new box of drumsticks?”
“That’s why I got ’em.” Giovanni followed Chad inside.
Mark’s phone rang. He leaned against the side of Giovanni’s van and pulled it out. “I said I’d call you when I was done.” He groaned. “Look. I can’t just drop everything and get you every fucking thing you want.” He banged his head on the van. “Being pregnant don’t mean torture the father!” He took the phone away from his ear a bit.
I heard Rachael from at least ten feet away. Curious, I stepped closer. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
Mark waved his hand at me and listened again. “OK fine, just stop crying.” His voice got a bit softer. “I’m doing my best you know. Having two jobs ain’t easy.” He rolled his eyes. “Gigs are not fun for me. It’s a lotta work. Tonight’s gonna be loud, but if you wanna come, I told ya, you could.” He closed his eyes. “I know its bad timing, but we need the money. I’ll fly back when you have the baby. I promise.”
Phil came outside from the garage, shirtless. “Is she whining again?”
“You knew?” I looked up at him and tried to avoid his body.
He nodded at Mark. “Yeah. I think he didn’t wanna say anything in case you guys wanted to replace him for the tour.” Demonfire paid Phil and Mark more than we could offer.
“We wouldn’t do that.”
Mark came over to us. “I gotta go home and calm her down. She’s so upset, she’s puking again.”
“When’s Rachael due?” I asked.
“Uh, like May eighth or maybe eighteenth. She’s driving me nuts.”
I smiled. If I'm pregnant, our kids will be about the same age. “How come you kept it a secret?”
He sighed and took a deep breath. “She’s had three miscarriages. This is the first time she went beyond twelve weeks. We were afraid to s
ay anything until we knew things were really OK this time.”
I thought about all the times he said she was sick and had to go home to her quickly. He never told us he went through so much. With a smile, I hugged him. “Congratulations.”
“Uh, thanks. You OK?” Mark hesitantly touched my back.
I closed my eyes for a while. “Yeah, just happy for you, and sorry you guys went through so much.”
“It was hard. Sorry, I hid it from you. I just thought I should keep my personal life to myself.”
“Mark, Giovanni needs help getting the new amps from the basement.” Chad appeared again. “I tried. Damn their heavy.”
“Duty calls,” Mark uttered and pulled away. He could bench 350 pounds, like Giovanni. So they always did the really heavy lifting.
Suddenly a hand slid into my jacket. I looked down. A hand rested between the buttons. I leaned back since I assumed it was Giovanni.
“Gonna let me fuck you again on the tour?” Phil whispered then grabbed my breast and pushed his hips into my ass.
I could feel his erection through my jacket. “Stop.”
“Why? You loved my cock.” He exhaled across my ear and ground it against me. “I can still feel you cumming while I plowed into you again and again. That was so fucking sweet.”
“Hands off, Phil!” Mark shouted.
Phil had jumped back, just before Giovanni came into view.
“What’s he doing?” Giovanni asked.
Mark looked from one of them to the other for a few seconds. “He was, uh…”
“What? Copin’ a feel?” Giovanni laughed. “Leave him alone.”
My cheeks reddened, and I walked away.
“I’m not mad.” Giovanni must have followed me. “Hey.” He gently grabbed my arm. “We said until the tour. Right?” He turned me so I faced him then lifted my chin. “Do you wanna do Phil again? I know he’d be down for a threesome tonight. He’d do it now if I asked.” He laughed. Then his eyebrows went up. “We’ll fuck you so hard you pass out again.”
He walked right to Phil and said something. At first, Phil’s eyes widened with fear, and he backed away. Then he smirked as Giovanni continued to talk. I wished I could hear them. From the expression on Phil’s face, I knew that night was going to be unforgettable.
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