Closer

by Kaia Bennett

  "Want what?"

  "Your cock," she growled and pulled his face to hers so she could kiss him thoroughly. "Give me that big, hard cock, Gabriel. I need it..."

  He licked her upper lip, smiling at her words. He lifted both of her legs up and made her wrap them around his waist. She nodded feverishly, the hunger building in her so fast she thought she was overheating with it.

  "You've been saving it just for me, Nicole? That why you need it so bad?"

  Again she nodded. "This is all yours, babe," she whispered and rubbed her soaked pussy over him.

  "Fuck, I love you," he growled, claiming her desire at last when he plunged home, all the way to hilt.

  She screamed at the speedy intrusion, but when he rocked steadily into her, she hissed, "Don't you dare slow down. Give me that big cock, Gabriel. I want it harder!"

  She wrung her fingers through his damp hair, licked the sweat off his neck and moaned for more when he slammed his hips up into hers. She'd missed this so much and she didn't want him to be gentle, even though she loved him for wanting to give her time to soften up for him. He tugged her panties out of the way again, then he plunged home harder and faster, just the way her body loved.

  "Yes! Yes, that's what I want! Ungh... you fuck me so good, babe," she groaned into his neck.

  As she pulled away to stare into his eyes, she had to wonder how she'd gotten so lucky. How had she gone even one day without this feeling?

  "I missed this fucking pussy," he groaned against her mouth. "You miss my cock, sweetheart?"

  "So much, Gabriel." She squealed when he lunged his hips forward harder. "I missed you so much, babe! Love you so much…”

  Her nipples were hard as rocks, scraping against his bare chest with every harsh lunge into her sopping core, and her mouth – when it wasn't locked on his – emitted sighs and groans of pleasure. She must have needed this more than she thought, because she was already starting to come.

  Her head fell back, but he gripped her face, forcing her to focus on him. "You're my dirty girl, my little slut, aren't you? he murmured against her parted lips. "Let me hear you say it."

  "Fuck yes... I'm your dirty girl, Gabriel! I’m your little slut! Fuck me!" His thumb caressed her full bottom lip and without taking her eyes away from him, she captured it with her mouth and sucked on it. Gabriel rewarded her with sharp, rapid-fire thrusts that stole her breath and caught her whole body on fire. "Y-yes!! Ungh, fuck, Gabriel! Fuck!"

  He came just before she did, thrusting and filling her with his seed while she spasmed around his pulsing cock. She gasped as he surged harder into the center of her desire, leaving his mark within her. He left her exhausted, limp with exertion, sweaty and shaking; yet she always wanted more from him. She'd do anything he wanted if he just didn't stop filling her up like this, if she could always be the one he wanted this way.

  When he finally pulled out of her and set her down on shaky legs, she smiled up at him, giggling in between kisses. "Now ask me if I've ever been fucked on a tour bus..."

  Chapter 20

  The after party at the hotel popped off at around midnight. Hip-hop and indie rock blasted through the speakers, and alcohol flowed freely while people yelled and dove into the pool, either fully clothed or in bathing suits if they’d remembered to bring them. Nicole wore a pair of shorts and a red bikini top, basking in the warm summer night. Gabriel's bandmates hadn't seen her in so little clothing since New Year’s, and made a big deal about Gabriel going all Hulk-green with jealousy. A couple of guys, unaware she was Gabriel's girlfriend and not a random groupie, almost got beat down when he saw them making advances. Gabriel did everything short of piss on her leg, like a dog marking its territory, to show that no one was allowed to touch his girl.

  The problem wasn't so much her attire. The problem was that some asshole – which she later found out was Jonny – had decided it would be fun to go around untying the bikini strings of unsuspecting girls, causing several guys to take his lead and join in on the fun. It was funny as hell when it happened to other people. But when Nicole felt tugs on her own strings she retreated to a safe corner of the pool area, leaning her back up against the balcony by the bar, where Meredith just happened to be.

  The only one who foiled her strategy had been Jonny, who was surprisingly stealthy for a loud-mouthed drunk. When she'd been distracted watching the city below and chatting with Mere, he'd almost succeeded in getting her top all the way off. The last time Jonny undid her top, Gabriel saw, and he'd taken off running before Gabriel could beat the snot out of him. This hunter and prey scenario ended at the pool. Jonny used a cute, almond-skinned girl with a pixie haircut he'd been flirting with as a human shield, but he lost his balance, dragging her in with him. The girl grabbed onto Gabriel's shirt at the last second, and took him with her as they all fell, shrieking into the cool water.

  Nicole laughed, hopeful this would end her involuntarily flashing the party. That's when Meredith, who was perched on the balcony railing behind her, hopped down, grabbed hold of the strings wrapped around Nicole's back and neck at the same time, and tugged the flimsy cover away from Nicole's full breasts.

  "What the fuck!" Nicole covered her naked chest and spun around, searching for the culprit. She was trying to remain good-natured and get it back before too many people noticed. Luckily so many of them were drunk and distracted, she hadn't drawn too much attention. Yet. "Is there a mission to see my tits that I don't know about?!"

  "Maybe," Mere teased, and spun the top like a propeller over her head. She took another sip from her champagne bottle and dangled the material in front of Nicole's face.

  Nicole used one of her arms to cover her breasts and tried desperately not to get pissed off or cry while she swiped at the elusive fabric with the other. "Give it back, right-fucking-now!"

  Meredith did the exact opposite of give it back. Instead she swung it over her head again, laughing and dodging Nicole's attempts to get her top back, before tossing it over to one of the guys in her band.

  "I'm not fucking around, Mere!! Give it back!" Nicole screamed, huddling against her for protection from the people looking on and laughing.

  "Oohh, you're mad..." Meredith laughed as she backed away again, caught the top her bandmate had tossed back, and then dangled it over the balcony. "Careful," she said when it looked like Nicole was getting ready to do her bodily harm. "I might accidentally drop it."

  Nicole switched her hip and gave Mere a look that said something was going over the balcony very soon. Something blonde.

  "Chug this and I'll give it back," Mere said, lifting the bottle of champagne. "Or... I can always let it fall..." For emphasis she bobbed it up and down over the railing.

  Nicole had already downed a few shots, and a beer, and though she was far from a light weight, she'd crossed over into tipsy territory well over an hour ago. She covered her chest with her forearm and hand, snatched the bottle, made sure her back was completely turned to the crowd and downed the fizzy liquid. Something about champagne always did strange things to her body. It was like she could feel it sizzle a trail from the inside out, igniting all the points on her body that translated into sex, which automatically made her think of her absentee boyfriend.

  Where the fuck was Gabriel anyway? Probably still goofing off in the pool when she really needed him most.

  Nicole chugged... took a breath, chugged a little more, and then handed it back, wiping at her mouth with the back her free hand. As soon as she finished, Meredith smiled, feigned handing her top back and then swept it out of reach again.

  Nicole was beyond pissed at this point. "Look, bitch, you're really starting to piss me the fuck off! Now give... it... back..."

  This couldn't be happening.

  "Oh, my God..."

  But it was happening. Nicole watched in horror as her top slipped from Mere's long slender fingers, and fell like a leaf in autumn. Down, down, down towards the city lights below and far away from its proper place on her naked chest.


  "Oops," Meredith said unconvincingly with a little pout. "I'm sorry... so sorry..."

  Nicole’s breathing grew short, she searched the crowd for Gabriel. He was at the corner of the pool, pulling himself up and stripping off his shirt to wring it out. He hadn't seen her yet, and he was turning in the opposite direction. Nicole turned just in time to see Meredith's eyes staring in his direction as well. She saw that familiar look, that mischievous twinkle, that ultra-awareness. Was this chick even drunk, or was that half-empty bottle just decoration?

  Some guys in the crowd noticed her predicament and shouted, "Make out! Show us your tits!" Then whistled and hollered.

  Nicole saw red. "Ha ha. Very fucking funny!" she yelled at the onlookers and Meredith, who took another swig, looking quite pleased with herself. "You are such a bitch," she spat to the blonde troublemaker, grabbed a pillow off a lounge chair and pressed it to her bare chest.

  "I know." Meredith wasn't joking, merely confirming a fact.

  Nicole turned on her heels and stalked away as quickly as possible, willing herself not to trip or bump into anything as she broke into a run.

  "Where you going?" Meredith called.

  She didn't answer, just ran back into the hotel and towards the nearest elevator as quickly as possible.

  The topless ride up to her floor next to an old couple, a guy from Take Cover, and the groupie he invited back to his room, was the single most painful experience she'd been forced to endure... next to getting caught jerking off in Gabriel's room. She wondered if every embarrassing moment in her life was going to involve her being naked in some capacity. She had to laugh at that thought, another confirmation she'd had too much to drink. It also earned her a few quizzical stares for her fellow passengers. The ninth floor couldn't come fast enough.

  Once the doors dinged open, she sprinted down the hall, damn near ready to cry when people from the tour materialized in the hallway. Everyone must have gotten the memo she wasn't wearing a fucking top. She pulled her key card out of her shorts pocket amidst laughter and lewd stares, unlocked the door, ran in... And was greeted instantly by the sight of Callie on all fours with Riley Dansik from Louder Now plunging into her from behind.

  "Oh, my God!! Oh... oh no–"

  She thought she heard something like a drunken, high pitched, "Hey, Nic!" But it then turned into a scream of pleasure, along with the sound of Riley's grunts. The room reeked of sex. Lots and lots... and lots of sex. And the sound of Riley's thighs smacking against her friend's ass became more powerful than her need to rummage through her suitcase on the other side of the room. She covered her eyes, stumbled backwards, tripped and lost her pillow, picked it up and ran out of the room with a shudder at the visual and auditory assault.

  Nicole swallowed big gulps of air and shook off the sight of Callie getting pounded, when she realized she was still clutching a tiny aquamarine pillow as her only source of mammary coverage in the middle of a high traffic hallway.

  Motherfucker!

  There was no way she was going back in there. They weren't stopping for anybody and she wasn't about to try and find a shirt and change into it amidst the sounds of her friend having sex. Seeing and hearing that made her feel bad for her neighbor, Mrs. Habberdash. It also made her kind of horny, which made her think of Gabriel. She sighed in exasperation and decided to never drink again; it was just too much trouble. She would have to head back downstairs and get Gabe to let her into his room so she could borrow a shirt. She would have called him, but her cell was in her room. She turned forlornly back towards the elevators, getting ready to head back outside, when she saw Meredith leaning against her door three rooms down. A bemused smile was on her face, that ever-emptying bottle of alcohol swinging in her hand, catching the hall lights.

  "Decided to keep rockin' that pillow?" she asked as Nicole approached her.

  "My roommate is occupied at the moment," Nicole quipped walking past her. She was still pissed that Mere had flung her top over the balcony and had plans to ignore her for the rest of the night because of it.

  "You really are too sweet. If I were you, I would've just told her to quit fucking till I got dressed, but that's just me."

  "And if I were you I wouldn't have a girl running around topless because of a practical joke," Nicole shot over her shoulder. She heard a belabored sigh from Meredith and then footsteps behind her.

  "Okay, I get it, you're pissed." She reached out to touch Nicole's arm and stop her from walking away. "I didn't mean to upset you; I was just fucking around. Might've had too much to drink or something."

  Nicole found that hard to believe. Meredith seemed like that bottle of champagne was the preliminary round for her. Nicole was about to say so, when Meredith said with all sincerity, "I'm really sorry, okay? C'mon in my room and I'll give you something to wear."

  Nicole turned all the way around and gave her an incredulous look. She didn't like Meredith's brand of practical jokes and she didn't really want to talk to her right now. What if tomorrow naked pictures of her showed up on people's cell phones, or one of the guys saw and never let her live this down? But she needed clothes and fast. Meredith let go of her arm and went back to her door, unlocked it and held it open for her.

  "You're not scared of me, are ya?" Mere teased, giving her raspy voice a seductive quality.

  "No—"

  "Don't worry, I promise not to take advantage of you. Unless you want me to…" She gave her a wink and then turned and headed into the room.

  Nicole took slow, sluggish steps and hovered in the doorway for a long moment.

  Meredith had already turned and had disappeared inside. "You coming, or what?"

  She nibbled on her lip, and then laughed at her own hesitation. Was she afraid of Mere? She was certainly acting like it with all the wariness she was exhibiting. She told herself to get a grip and keep her eye out for more practical jokes, then stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Meredith was already sifting through the contents of her suitcase and began tossing out shirts for her perusal.

  "Go ahead, help yourself. You can keep whatever you pick as payment for me being such an ass," Mere said then plopped onto her bed. She took one last gulp, then set the empty champagne bottle on the floor, watching Nicole rifle through the pile one-handed.

  What started out as a quick quest for something decent to wear became laughter at the assortment of crazy get-ups she found in Meredith's suitcase. She settled on a jade-green t-shirt with swirling black designs on it and turned her back to pull it on. Then she cringed when she realized Meredith could, and did, see everything in the mirror on the wall. She wasn't squeamish about dressing in front of another girl, but with Meredith, Nicole felt like she was changing in front of a guy.

  It was silly, since the lithe girl stretched out on the bed was anything but masculine. Meredith's white string bikini top barely covered her small breasts and with her lean stomach, long legs covered in tight black jeans, and her pale pink skin glowing in the dim lamplight, she appeared feminine and ethereal, even with the tattoos and her black-streaked hair. She wiggled her foot absently as she flipped through channels on the TV, drawing Nicole's attention to the deep purple polish on her toes that matched the color chipping off her short fingernails. She so effortlessly exuded sex that it always made Nicole conscious of her own body.

  She needed to distract herself from those thoughts, so she turned her attention back to the rainbow of colors in Mere's suitcase and laughed at one in particular.

  "What?" Mere asked, turning her eyes towards the pile of clothes.

  "I just didn't peg you for a girl that wears pink," Nic said with a chuckle. "Especially this lovely, neon Pepto color right here."

  "Shut up, dude. That skirt's bad ass!"

  "That's a fucking violent color and you know it!" Nicole laughed then frowned as she lifted the fabric high. "You sure this is a skirt?! I thought it was tube top or something."

  "Yup, it's a skirt. Just long enough to keep the goodies covered up...
if you wear tights under it or something," Mere said with a lascivious smile. "You should try it on. You have to wear it to get the full effect."

  Nic laughed and turned to the mirror, holding the skirt to her hips. She tried to imagine that little piece of fabric wrapped her around her ass. Images of roll-up shades snapping to the top of the window. No way in hell could she fit in something like this, nor would she want to. When she said so, Meredith barked out a laugh and got to her feet to examine Nicole's reflection over her shoulder.

  "Yeah, I'd need a much smaller ass and some sunglasses so I don't blind myself," Nicole said with a chuckle. She turned to toss the hot pink monstrosity back into the suitcase and came face to face with those ice blue eyes surveying her features intently.

  "You are really too cute, you know that?"

  Nicole quirked an eyebrow, and snorted. "Cute, huh? Like a puppy?" She got the feeling that in comparison to Mere she was beyond innocent looking, and that's what Mere was getting at.

  "No... not like a puppy," Mere laughed, shaking her head. Her face sobered for a moment and her eyes took on a softer quality, like they did that night when they'd talked about Jonny and her mother. "You know what, Nic? I didn't want to at first... but it's kind of hard not to like you."

  Nicole giggled in shock. "What? Why didn't you like me?"

  "Because you're everything I'm not," Meredith said softly, turning her gaze away from Nicole's. She shook her head as if she couldn't believe what she was saying and ran her fingers through her hair. "You know, I just kept thinking that... I kept wondering if maybe things might have worked out with him, if I'd been more like you..."

  Meredith looked back up and Nicole was shocked by the almost glassy quality her eyes held. Her heart softened at the look of raw sadness in Mere's gaze. Instinctively, she lifted her arms and wrapped them around Meredith, pulling her into a warm hug to soothe the hurt she'd revealed. Nicole guessed things with Jonny had finally taken a turn for the worse. The two had talked off and on during the night, but Nicole noticed that distance had reasserted itself between them, that they flirted with other people now. It surprised and saddened her how pained Meredith was, all that emotion floating under the surface of the cool image she exuded for her fans. She couldn't believe someone like this wanted to be more like her, not when so many people wished they could be Meredith and live her life.