Rocker Series

by Gina Whitney

  “Honey, why are you calling me so late,” I sang. Everyone stopped. Woody counted the beats on his pant legs with his sticks.

  “It’s kinda hard to talk right now,” Jake and Ender answered in harmony.

  “Honey, why you crying? Is everything okay?” I sang. Gia’s eyes glistened with moisture.

  “I gotta whisper ‘cause I can’t be too loud,” Jake and Ender sang the next part.

  “Well, my girl’s in the next room…” Gia elbowed me— hard.

  “Fuck that shit! Your girl’s right fucking here.” She grabbed my balls and pulled. “Feel her?” Her voice was low. Her eyes were pinning me to the back of the seat.

  “Fuck me, baby. I want to feel her.” Ender leaned over to see where Gia’s hand was.

  Woody blocked him with this boot. I high-fived Wood for that distraction.

  “Careful, baby girl,” I said, my cock hardening beneath her hand. I pulled her, taking her mouth dangerously hard. I bit her lip. “I’m a bit of a motherfucking sadist. Or did you forget that.”

  She released quickly. I knew she didn’t want to be embarrassed. Not that I’d take her in front of everyone…that’d never happen. However, her little display of Domme shot through my system like a heady drug. She was a potent drug for me. MINE…

  Commando radioed to pull into the underground parking garage. The vultures were already poised and blocking the entrance of the hotel for close-ups.

  “Fuckin’ maggots. Cuntin’ fuckin’ maggots,” Woody roared, looking out the window. “I thought we left Paris so we’d not have this fuckin’ problem? So where’s the motherfuckin’ leak, Abel? Your old man’s on it, right?” His body shook in fury.

  Fuck. I was pissed, too. Everyone looked to me like I had some knowledge I wasn’t sharing. That wasn’t the fuckin’ case.

  “What? Like I fucking know something you don’t? This is fucking bullshit,” I agreed with Woody. Jake was just looking out the window silently. And stoned, no doubt. Ender was texting.

  “Who the fuck are you texting?” I asked suspiciously.

  He looked up, pissed I just called him out. “What business is it of yours? Just mind the babe on your lap and stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.” His voice was filled with anger. Oh, the prick was going to start this shit. I removed Beauty from my lap, seating her next to me, and leaned in his direction.

  “Got a problem with me asking, motherfucker?” I cracked my knuckles. “You sure you want to do this here?” I asked, ready to fuck him up. I had it with his mouth.

  “Listen, this has all gotten us fucking amped up. Let’s not do this.” Jake’s voice held its usual diplomacy. I nodded and sat back against the seat.

  “I need to get the fuck outta this car.” My comment had gotten some amen’s.

  The car came to a stop in front of a secure underground elevator. No doubt the entrance celebs or dignitaries used. The hotel’s security surrounded the limo. Call me fucked up, but it had my old man written all over it. He was big with security. Couple that with his only son who’s an international rock-star and obsessive whore of an ex…and this is the result. Overly secure.

  The door opened and a big man-hand reached in for Gia. “I don’t think so, motherfucker.” I batted his hand away, taking my girl’s hand myself. “You doing security detail?” I asked the big motherfucker. He nodded. “She. Is. Mine. Do not touch what’s mine. In fact, don’t even look at her.” I stepped up so we were face to face. Fuck this German prick with his big hands.

  “Here we go,” Ender murmured.

  I turned around, eyeing him. Woody laughed.

  “Motherfucker, I’m Gia. Nice to meet you, and thank you all for taking care of us. This is caveman, he’s the lead singer. Yeah, hard to believe. But it’s true. He’s a possessive, broody man. I’d steer clear.” She shook his hand and winked at me. “Okay, enough with the awkward stare-down’s let’s go in, yes?” she asked.

  I was so pissed. And yet, an evil little grin donned my face, which made her squeal. She knew she was in trouble.

  Ender had his phone up, recording Gia’s introduction. “That right there was fucking priceless.” He laughed.

  Woody tipped his head for us to follow security to the lobby. Sigh. This girl was going to be the death of me. Swear to fuck. Her sassy mouth had just landed her in a world of trouble, too. Not the first time. And I suspect, not the last…

  Dave gave out our room keys. Couldn’t be fast enough for me. I swiped that shit right from his hand and hit the elevator button like the caveman I am. I grabbed my girl’s hand, yanking her to my side.

  “Control yourself. Damn,” Gia scolded, giving me her version of the evil eye. It only got my dick harder. She followed my hand as I adjusted myself.

  “Caveman’s in da house,” Cindy sang out. She and Woody laughed. “Someone’s in trouble for having a mouth.” She and Woody pointed at Gia with their index fingers.

  “Am not?” Her nervous voice looked up at me through her full lashes, trying to confirm their suspicions.

  I nodded. No smile on my face. Only the promise of a red ass to come.

  “What? Why am I in trouble? I was helping. Right?” She looked to Cindy, who all of a sudden busied herself with Woody’s tatted knuckles. Good girl. At least she knew her place. “Hello, am I addressing the living?” she continued to pursue help from the other two. Woody started whistling an old Irish tune.

  Ding. The elevator door opened to let Woody and Cindy out. “Later, Wood.” He saluted me and the doors closed. My eyes were back on Gia. Gia’s eyes scanned the floor. I decided to let the awkward silence continue as my fingers skimmed the top of her shoulders.

  “So…” she asked, eyes still downward. I waited.

  Bending to her ear, I whispered, “I’ve got something for that fresh mouth of yours.” I hit the stop button on the elevator. Gia turned around horrified.

  “Are you kidding me? Here? There’s cameras.” She pointed to the corner of the elevator.

  “Give me your panties. Now.”

  She rolled her eyes as she removed them from beneath her tiny skirt. She balled them up and roughly handed them to me. I turned, flipping the camera off while placing her panties over it.

  “Now, on your knees, Beauty.” I pushed her head down until her knees were on the floor.

  “I’m going. I’m going,” she huffed, shaking her head. “We’re going to get arrested. Just wait. And I’m going to laugh right in your face.” She shook her head. Cute. She was so cute when she was mad.

  “Use your mouth, baby. No words. I’ve heard enough of your words for now.” Her eyes were brimming with rage until I pulled the dragon out of my zipper. Her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip. Yeah, my girl was hungry, and I was about to feed her the dragon.

  He eyes were downward as I held my cock in hand and smacked her face with it good and hard. A moan escaped her lips. “Eyes on me, baby girl, and open wide.” Her eyes snapped up. My eyes slowly perused her bunched up skirt riding high on her thighs. Ummhmm. I’d bet on my fucking life she was dripping. “Spit on my cock. Let me hear it, Beauty.” She tried to take my cock down, forcing herself to gag. What a little cheater. “No, I mean spit on my cock, not choke yourself.” I pulled out of her mouth.

  “You actually want me to spit…Sir? Really spit?” she asked, embarrassed at the thought. This would be a perfect lesson in manners for her.

  “Yes,” I answered, once again stepping forward and letting the Prince Albert rest on her lip. “Spit, now,” I said.

  A beautiful flush blossomed across her face and neck. Perfect. She sucked her cheeks in, gathering her saliva, then opened and spit on the head of my cock. She looked up. Her dimples peeked out of her smile. Little bitch. My nasty little bitch. Hmm. I leaned over Gia to hit the elevator button. It sprang to life. “Now make me come before we get to our floor.” Her eyes squinted angrily.

  “That’s only…” I put my index finger over my lips.

  “Shhh, you’
ve got work to do.” I pointed to my watch winking. Her response was hummed over the taut skin of my cock. “Fuck…Beauty.” She worked me just the way I liked it. One hand squeezed my balls while the other corkscrewed me in hard, winding motions.

  “Dig your fucking nails into my balls, baby. Do it,” I demanded. Yeah, I was a sick fuck. But her hot, wet mouth was made for sucking my cock perfectly. My thoughts were bordering illegal for what I wanted to do to her in that elevator. When Albert hit the back of her throat and her hand tightened around my shaft, I couldn’t help but thrust forward, deeper into her mouth. Her nails dug deep into my ball-sack. “Fuuuck. Beauty.” The pain and the sight of her choking down all the rings of my ladder…damn, she was a twisted site of perversion. I pulled my nipple piercing, stretching until it burned while watching the tears run down her cheeks.

  “Who do you belong to?” I asked, panting out the words.

  “Ummmm,” was all the response I received. Good enough. The bonus hummed me into a sweet ass orgasm. I nutted in her mouth. It was fast for me. However, she was getting fucking proficient at it. Her eyes were glued to me. I wanted to come again as she greedily drank down all I gave her. Her eyes blurred with tears, my hips still rocking into her mouth, giving her every last drop, her legs shaking. I took my cock out of her mouth and pulled her off the floor, taking her mouth hard. Ummm, I hummed into her mouth. I was ravenous for her. My tongue was desperate. I ate away any breath she tried for. My mouth fully opened to her. My heart had always been hers…

  I dusted her off, righting her clothes before my own. She put the dragon away and zipped me with a wink. Fuck, I was in trouble with her. She knew she turned me inside out.

  Ding. The elevator sounded and we stepped off onto our floor. The suite door was opened. Jazz flowed from the door. What. In. The. Fuck?

  “Hi, darling.” My mother’s voice welcomed us as we stepped into the suite. Fuck me sideways….

  “Hi darling.” Abel’s mother waved with a cocktail in hand. Ummm. I needed one for this conversation.

  “Hi.” I waved, going in.

  He moved in front of me. Ugh. I peeked around his muscled stomach.

  “Hi, darling? What are you doing here, Mother?” he asked, peeved.

  She smiled warmly, winking at me. I smiled back. Holy fuck. Look at this suite. The accommodations just get better and better. Everything floor to ceiling was white, ultra she-she modern.

  “We.” His father came out of the bathroom to the left. Her eyes never left him as he walked over to greet us.

  “We?” Abel asked. His hand ran through his hair. It looked as if he’d pull his hair out from the roots.

  “Gia.” His father nodded and welcomed me.

  I stepped forward. This was ridiculous and I wasn’t going to play it… We? Huh? Why? Who? Where? What game was he fixing on playing?

  “Hi.” I hugged him and went to his mother to greet her the same. God, she was beautiful. She wore her dirty blonde soft ponytail with her bangs tucked behind her ear. The perfect picture of Jill St. John. She tabled her drink and responded with the biggest hug I’d ever received from a female other than Cindy. Sigh. It felt good. Something my soul craved. I wanted to wrap myself up in her nurturing love and stay there forever.

  “Gia, come,” Abel beaconed me. His expression was soft, but his words were cold.

  I went. I knew his parents being there was emotional for him. Why? I had no real fucking clue. I loved them. Why he didn’t was another conversation.

  “Go shower for bed, love. Your bags will be in our room,” he punctuated.

  “Okay.” I kissed his cheek and waved at them. “See you tomorrow.” I shrugged. I had no fucking clue whether I’d see them or not.

  “Gia, my darling.” His mother’s words stopped me. “You look positively glowing, my dear.” She blew a kiss.

  I smiled, thanking her, and left for our bedroom, shutting the door behind me.

  He was lucky to have two parents that loved him.

  Thought the world of him.

  Wanted to share in his life.

  And liked me.

  I drew a bath using the complimentary bath salts. I soaked for a while, trying to busy myself to give him some private time with his parents. However, my skin was getting pruney.

  My luggage arrived and was opened across our bed. I foraged for a pair of sweats and tee-shirt but stopped when I heard Abel’s heated voice through the door. Being nosey, I walked closer and leaned my ear against the door softly. I couldn’t hear clearly. I held the handle waiting for an endless amount of time before turning it to the right— slowly. Carefully, I pulled it ajar the tiniest amount. I didn’t release the handle for fear it would make a noise. Then, slowly, I released. I could see Abel standing. His parents were sitting on the sofa. His father’s hand was around his mother.

  “And where were you when I was growing up and needed you? Huh? Working. Always fucking working,” he seethed. I couldn’t see Abel’s face. His back was to me, thank fuck. His mother’s eyes held unshed tears. His father shook his head…no.

  “I worked so you could have. Have a house. Attend the school you wanted to. And have that garage band. For us,” he shouted back.

  “Please, Timothy,” his mother pleaded. “Abel, please, let’s not do this. Please,” she begged.

  “Sorry, Mother. While that used to work, it doesn’t anymore,” he said, grabbing for the scotch.

  Ah! Oh, no! I bit my nails. Don’t do it…please. I watched with bated breath through the crack. His father’s eyes moved to the door I was now standing in. I jumped away, hiding flush with the wall. Damn. Caught spying. I waited until Abel spoke again before resuming my station.

  “All I wanted was a parent that was present.” He shook his head. “I didn’t care about money. You did. You did.” He pointed at both of them. “I wanted your love.”

  Tears leaked from his eyes. His mother moved, but Timothy stopped her, nodding. He stood up, putting his arm around Abel’s neck.

  “If I had any idea your mother was sick, I would have been home for you. I would’ve quit. No nanny. No outside help. Me! I didn’t know. She hid it from me, too. How long are you going to hold me responsible?” he asked him. Abel shook him off. His father looked toward the crack in the door that was me.

  I stepped back, combing my hair behind my ears. Holy shit? What was wrong with his mother? She was depressed, right? How bad is that? Did she harm him?

  Abel’s hand ran through his hair aimlessly. I knew he was trying to gain some kind of control. He looked lost. I wanted to go to him. I opened the door a little bit more, meeting his father’s eyes dead on. He shook his head no. Fuck, this was awkward. I thought, maybe I should go to sleep. It was pathetic listening in on a family argument. And yet…it was essential to my relationship with this complicated man. Spellbound, I couldn’t move. I moved back to the doorway quietly. My eye flush with the door’s edge…watching. Waiting.

  Abel grabbed the back of his neck mightily. “She fucking thought I was you. I was sixteen, you asshole,” he cried, turning to the windows.

  Oh, God. Was he going to jump? Wait? What? She thought he was Abel’s father? I thought for a long ten seconds. Oh, God. No.

  “Son, nothing happened. She was confused. Her medication.” His father walked toward him, babbling on.

  “Wait,” his mother screamed. “I’m here. Why do you both treat me like I’m not here?” She made the sign of the cross and approached them.

  “Don’t.” Timothy went to her.

  She brushed him off, holding her head high. She went to her son. “Abel, look at me,” she asked. He was abrasive initially, his head bowed. “Darling, I swear to you. God hear me— ” She pointed upward. “— I asked you to sleep with me because of the storm. I was drinking. And my medication…” She shook her head, pleading.

  He backed up. I backed up, suddenly sickened. My hands covering my mouth as I silently cried for him.

  “It was a comfort thing. I swear. If y
ou felt it was inappropriate, you’re right. You were too old to be in my bed. Too young to be comforting me. I didn’t mean for you to feel violated.” Her voice was soft.

  Abel’s hand palmed his face like he wanted to rip it off. I knew that feeling. He didn’t want to exist. I spent many years like that.

  “Did I touch you anywhere inappropriately?” she asked and he shook his head no. “Then what? Is this why you are the way you are? Is this why you prefer sex…umm,” she asked him, trying to find a delicate way to ask what I also wanted to know. Is this why he was a Dom? “I’ve read the allegations about…well your preferences,” she continued with a look of sorrow and sympathy in her eyes.

  Abel whirled around, violently shaking her off. He got in her face. “I’m not having this conversation with you.” His voice was cold and furious. He cracked his neck a few times. “And it wasn’t only the storm, Mother.” He looked away in disgust shaking his head. She moved closer, grabbing his arm, forcing him to face her. “I shouldn’t have been in your bed period. You were pressed up against me. He should have been there. Not a boy made to be a man.” He pointed at his father. “You were sick and needed your husband. Not your son. Not your son…” he cried, falling to his knees.

  My hand went to my heart and I ran to him. I flung the door open and ran my hardest in the shortest distance. Everyone jumped, including Abel as the door hit the wall from the force as I propelled myself forward. In my haste, I tripped over the coffee table leg, my head colliding with the edge of the glass dining room table. Instinctively, I grabbed my head, feeling warmth running down my face and into my mouth. The taste of copper ran across my tongue.

  “Oh, fuck…call 9-1-1,” was all I heard from Abel’s lips. He held me close, cradling his phone on his shoulder, shouting something. The phone slid from his ear in slow motion. He looked to his father. My eyes followed curiously. It was like a movie. The only difference was, we were staring in it. “Help me, please…Dad.” His mouth opened and closed. What was he saying? The rest of the world went mute. Speechless. His parents sprang into motion. I wanted to tell them I was fine, but I knew I wasn’t when I looked up at him. And then I watched the blood drain from his face. His body shook beneath me. His lip trembled.