I jump off the stage and arrow straight for Landry. She sees me coming. Her eyes widen and she takes off. I chase her, catching her outside the men’s bathroom.
“Inside,” I order.
She squeaks in surprise, but obeys the command. Fortunately, the bathroom is empty, and a second later, I’m backing her into a stall and locking the door behind us.
“You like your panties?” I ask, working my belt buckle open.
She looks confused. “Um, yes. They’re new.”
“You better have them off in the next five seconds or I’m going to tear them off.” I unzip and pull out my aching cock. Pre-cum coats the head. I squeeze my dick hard, trying to beat back some of my anticipation. I’m so hungry for her that I’m ready to spill all over the floor. “Also, lose the glasses.”
The glasses get tucked into my back pocket. She hastily reaches under that scrap of fabric called a skirt. I take the panties from her and toss them aside. Then I spin her around, pushing the skirt up to reveal her bare, naked ass.
“Fuck, this ass is so beautiful. It’s enough to make you believe in God.” I smack my hand across it.
She yelps excitedly and then wiggles her ass for another. Christ Almighty. My knees go weak. I spin her around so we’re face-to-face and reach between her legs to find her wet and ready.
“Hold on, baby. I can’t wait another minute.” I rub the metal ball of my piercing against her clit.
She moans softly. “Oh shit, that feels good.”
“About to feel better,” I promise and slide home, so deep and fast that she cries out.
“Quiet,” I whisper, angling my head to mouth the nape of her neck. I give her a second to get used to the invasion, then I’m moving again, thrusting into her while she grips my neck with both hands and holds on for the wild ride.
“Right there,” she gasps.
I hitch her leg up higher and piston forward. The entire unit shakes. She slaps her hand against the wall.
“Adam,” she moans.
“Want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare.”
I give her the best approximation of a smile that I can, but in my current state, it’s only a feral baring of my teeth.
This position isn’t the best. I can’t dig my knee into a mattress for leverage. The jeans around my thighs are about to cut off my circulation, and the stupid bathroom stall feels like it’s made from poster board. Worse, I’m so out of my mind with lust for her that I can’t maintain any control. My dick’s about to explode. The need to come is so palpable, I can taste it.
My hips jerk forward, and against the metal wall my fingers curl into a fist. I can feel her thighs tremble, her spine stiffen.
“Come on, baby,” I beg. “You look so fucking beautiful when you come.”
She wriggles against me, trying to find the perfect spot where the friction of my cock against her flesh makes her explode. If we were horizontal, I’d help, but I’ve got to keep one hand under her ass and the other hand against the wall so we both stay upright. I ease back, using the metal ball to rub places my dick can’t.
I’m a second away from pulling out entirely and going down on her when her wet heat convulses around me. Under my hand, her thigh tightens. I fight the urge to go faster, to drive into her until my own release barrels from my spine right out of my dick. I bite my tongue and hammer inside, steady, sure and strong.
“That’s my girl. Come for me.”
“Adam, Adam, Adam,” she chants. Her legs lock around me. Her arms crush my ears as she clenches my head tight against her, trying to hold on while she’s losing control.
It’s a beautiful thing.
A goddamned glorious thing.
I let go myself, pummeling her soft frame with my hard one. Her voice hits a high, thin note as she comes again on my dick. Her sweet, sticky essence coats my shaft. I fuck her hard until the last drop of come jets out of me. I drop my forehead against the wall next to her head and try to catch my breath.
“That was—”
“You okay in there, Adam?” A hard bang on the door jolts us both upright.
Landry nearly breaks my dick in her scramble to get off me and out of my arms.
“Oh my God.” Her mouth forms the words, but no sound comes out.
Davis. That boy has the fucking worst timing.
“Get out,” Landry hisses.
I grab some toilet paper and hand it to her. She grimaces as the rough paper scrapes against her delicate, swollen parts.
“Sorry,” I mouth, grabbing my own wad of toilet paper, which I use to wipe myself off. I toss the trash into the toilet while Landry scrambles around for her panties.
“Someone missing these?” Davis toes a scrap of red silk under the stall door. Any other time, I’d be laughing, too, but I value my dick too much to allow even an upward tilt to my lips. A quick peek at Landry’s red cheeks tells me I made the right choice.
An expression of horror across her face, she leans down and swipes the panties up, balling the sexy underwear in her hand. Too bad. I was thinking of pocketing those.
“Go,” she mouths again and points a finger at the door.
I tuck my dick away, pull up my jeans, and slide out, careful not to open the door too far. It doesn’t matter, though, because Davis is at the urinal wall, pissing.
He looks over his shoulder. “Wondered why you were in such a hurry. Thought you had the runs or something.”
“Or something,” I mutter as I wash my hands.
How long is he going to take? Landry’d kill me if I abandon her in the bathroom while her brother is still here. Davis finally finishes and comes over to wash his hands beside me.
“So fucking some chick is more important than starting our set on time?” he grouches.
I rub my hands a little harder. “I was two minutes late and no one noticed or cared.”
“I noticed. So did Hollister.”
Christ. How much longer is he going to wash his hands? Our hands are so clean, we could be readying for surgery.
“I hope your groupie was worth risking pissing off the crowd.” A low, angry sound emanates from the stall. Davis freezes, shoots a questioning look over his shoulder, then laughs. “Sounds like you had a live one.”
He rips off a length of paper towel, dries his hands, then tosses it in the trash. On his way out of the bathroom, he bangs on the stall door. “I’m the one wearing the blue T-shirt, sweetheart, if you’re interested in another go-around.”
Inside the stall, there’s a gagging noise.
He turns and frowns. “You bring a drunk girl back and fuck her, Adam? Dude, that’s not right.”
I run a hand wearily across my forehead. “She wasn’t drunk. She’s probably getting sick on toilet fumes. Come on, she’s shy.” I drag Davis out of the bathroom and shove him toward the front. “Get your own damn girl. This one’s mine.”
He cranes his head backward. “Really? I wanna meet her then. You haven’t hooked up once since we went on tour and this one you were in such a hurry to fuck, you had to do her in the men’s room?”
“I had no idea you were so interested in my sex life. I’ll be sure to run all my potentials past you first.” Not so gently, I drag him toward Ian and Rudd, who are leaning against the bar.
“That’s not a bad idea.”
“What’s not a bad idea?” Rudd asks, handing Davis a bottle of Bud.
I gesture for the bartender, who gives a chin nod of acknowledgement but does not hustle over. I stick my hands into my pockets and sigh. One release is not enough. I want to go back to the bathroom, bend Landry over the sink, and take her again.
“Adam had a honey in the bathroom, but he was too embarrassed to introduce me to her,” Davis says.
Rudd pats me on the back. “Doesn’t matter what she looks like. No judgment here.”
The bartender comes over and saves me, although I’m sure that Landry would prefer everyone thought I fucked a dog in the bathroom rather than her. “I’
ll have a Macallan, and make it a double.”
The scruffy-chinned guy wrinkles his forehead. “Don’t know what that is, brother.”
“Of course not,” I sigh. “Whiskey. Best you got. Fill it to the top.”
“Must not have been very good sex if you gotta drink to forget it seconds after finishing,” Rudd tsks.
“It sounded like he was enjoying himself,” Davis says. “Thought the walls of the stall were going to fall down.”
To Davis’s chagrin, Rudd doesn’t give a shit I was late. He’s much more interested in hazing me. “Maybe she didn’t finish and he’s trying to drown his embarrassment in the bottom of a glass.” Rudd pats me on the back again. “Don’t worry, old man. Happens to the best of us.”
“Not to me,” Davis says.
“Not me, either,” Ian chirps.
“Now you decide to chime in?” The fucking traitor has been watching me squirm like a pinned bug.
“Hey, I’m throwing you a life jacket. Don’t shit all over it.”
“If I was in the ocean, how would I shit on the life jacket?”
“Agreed. I think you’d be more likely to piss on it,” Davis says.
“Why aren’t we just using it to save ourselves?” Rudd asks in complete puzzlement.
Ian and Davis break down, folding themselves in half while Rudd keeps asking “What? What did I say?”
At least the attention’s off me and Davis is no longer shooting darts my way, but I can’t stop wishing I was still balls-deep inside Landry’s sweet pussy. As Davis laughs gleefully, I plot ways to dispose of his body—temporarily.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Adam
“Would you stop looking at me like that?” I grumble under my breath. I’m a sweaty mess from finishing the second half of our set. I need a shower, a beer, and Landry underneath me—not necessarily in that order.
“Like what?” She bats her eyelashes at me.
“Like you want me to fuck you.”
“Is that what my expression says?” She holds out her phone. “Take a picture. I’m curious what that looks like.”
I whip the phone out of her hand and toss it on the table. “I’m serious. My dick is so hard that it’s got the rail marks of my zipper on it.”
A saucy smile spreads across her face. “We can’t have that. I like my property well taken care of.”
I shoot out of my chair.
“Where you going?” Davis says, arriving from the bar three bottles of beer in his hand.
“Bathroom,” she says.
Davis looks to me, and I pause, not good at this secret thing. Not good at hiding. I’ve never once in my life had to slink around. Women were proud of fucking me. They bragged about it. My first lay announced to the entire bus that she’d just finished popping my cherry. I barely had time to tuck my dick away before my dad and the rest of the band found their way back to the bunk to congratulate me.
“Me, too,” I announce.
Davis’s eyes dart from Landry to me and then back to his sister. “Okay, well, hurry back. I just bought these.”
Landry sinks back into her chair. Her lusty expression is replaced with apprehension. “I don’t need to go.” She eyes the beers. “And I’m not thirsty.”
“Well, I am. And a beer’s not killing me.” He thrusts out his chin.
And they arguing over beer? With a sigh, I join them.
“That set was good,” Davis says, setting down the beers. He grabs one and downs half of it, staring defiantly at his sister.
There’s a weird vibe here and it doesn’t seem at all related to the fact that Landry and I were fucking in the bathroom not so long ago.
“It was terrific,” Landry agrees. Her eyes are glued to the bottle in Davis’ hand.
“One of my favorite sets ever.” I can’t keep the smugness out of my voice.
Landry kicks me under the table. I reach underneath and catch her foot, slipping off her shoe and pressing my thumb into her arch. She slides down in her chair even farther, until the heel of her foot presses against my crotch. Davis, ever the dim, doesn’t notice.
“You excited, Landry?” He says, setting the beer down and pushing it slightly away.
I can see her tension recede.
“About what?” she asks.
“The ’rents are coming home in a week.”
She jerks upright and pats at her hair, as if her parents had walked in on us fooling around on the couch. “I forgot.”
Now it’s my turn to start chugging my beer. I have one more week with her and then it’s over? No. I don’t accept that. It’s time that Landry and I had a talk about this.
“I think we should stay at a hotel tonight,” I announce. I get to my feet and reach for my wallet.
“Can’t. Rudd invited the manager to the bus for a party tonight,” Davis informs me.
I pause in the process of throwing down a few bills. “When did that happen?”
“When you were fucking in the bathroom. Pay attention to the band and you might keep up.” Davis reaches for his half-empty beer. “Come on. Let’s go support TA and then get lit.”
Landry’s mouth presses into a tight line. “No. I’m not getting drunk with you. In fact, I think you’ve had plenty.”
“Whatever,” he says and pushes away from the table.
I wait until the crowd swallows him up before pointing at Landry. “Bus. Now.”
* * *
I take her on the table. The lights are off. Ed, our driver, is outside smoking a joint with TA’s driver, and we have a blessed moment of privacy.
“Anyone could walk in here right now,” I growl in her ear. Her hair is fisted in my hand and I tug it back. “Rudd, Ian. Anyone. They’d see your sweet ass and how well you take my cock.”
She whimpers, a reedy and wanton sound. I’d like to record it, play it on a track, layer over her sighs, the sounds of my flesh slapping into hers, and finish it with a smooth rendition of 50 Cent’s promise that he’s going to unbutton, lick, and touch just a little bit.
Of course, I want to do more than a little. I want to own her. I want to carve my name into her heart so that every time it beats, she hears the echo of my name in her ears. My feelings are barbaric and more than a little frightening, so I clench my teeth to keep them in, allowing only my body to show her how much I want her, how desperate I am for her.
“You like that, babe? You want more?” I tug on her hair a little harder.
“Yes, give it to me,” she demands, pushing her hips back against me.
Outside the bus, I hear noise in the parking lot. “TA’s done. They’re leaving the club. They’re going to be here any minute now.”
“Oh, Adam, hurry,” she squeaks.
I reach around and find her clit. She releases another one of those throaty moans.
“Fuck me, you’re beautiful. Come for me, babe.”
She does, convulsing and squeezing me until I let go, too. She’s so responsive. We’re in sync, making beautiful, lust-filled music.
Reluctantly, I withdraw. My come coats her lips, her thighs. It’s an erotic sight that I’d like to preserve forever. I dip a finger in the creamy mixture, drag it upward, painting her ass with my mark. “I don’t suppose you would let me take a picture.”
“No. Don’t you dare.” She reaches behind to bat at me.
I sigh and grab a towel from the sink. The one good thing about close quarters is that everything’s within reach. I wipe her up, towel myself off, and toss the used terrycloth in the drawer where I keep all my dirty clothes and shit.
By the time I get back to the table, Landry’s sitting primly with her legs crossed and her hands folded in front of her.
“You look like you just robbed a bank,” I tell her.
She raises a hand to her forehead. There’s a slight tremble to it that fills me with a sense of satisfaction “Really? I was going for innocent victim.”
I pull a beer out of the fridge. “Want one?” She shakes her head. �
��Victim of what?”
“Victim of a big dicking,” she says wickedly.
I spit out my beer in surprise. “Nice, champ. Real nice.”
She laughs. “I can be saucy when I want to.”
“I know it, babe.” I lean forward to kiss her just as Ian pops his head inside the bus. I pretend like I’m brushing something off her forehead and mutter, “I hate this.”
“I know,” she whispers back. But even as she says it, she scoots out of my reach. “Hey, Ian.”
He shakes his head. “One of these days you two are going to get caught. In the bathroom, really?”
“Shut the fuck up,” I reply, grabbing a beer and tossing it to him. “You and Berry had sex everywhere, twice.”
“Yeah, but that’s our thing,” he says. “Didn’t know it was yours.”
Landry shakes her head vehemently side to side. “Not my thing, particularly when it’s Davis walking in.”
“You sure?” I give her an appraising glance.
Anyone could walk in here right now. She’d clenched so tight around me that she nearly cut off my blood circulation.
“Very sure,” she says firmly.
I guess she liked the thought of it, which is fine. Exhibitionism has never been my thing.
“How was TA?” I ask Ian.
“They’re losing their crowd. They ended up playing ‘Destiny’s Here again.”
“Again?” They played it with us as the opener.
He nods in confirmation. “The second time it was slower, more ballad-like.”
“Damn.” When you resort to playing a song twice in a fifty-minute set, you know things are bad.
“Albie had a pissed-off look throughout the entire thing. I left before the set was over.” He lifts a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. “Want a smoke?”
“Nah, you go on.”
He shrugs. “I’ll leave one for you on the bumper.”
The minute he’s gone, I turn to Landry. “Let’s tell Davis tonight.”
Her expression instantly goes serious. “Why? I’ll only be here for another week.”
“Right, about that.” I run a hand through my hair, trying to find the right words. “What if you stay?”
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