And that same guy looked back at me, saw me, and then walked away from all those willing women to come to me.
When he got close enough, I put my hands to his sweaty shirt at his chest and I shook my head.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“You did it, Sebastian,” I said. “You’re a real rock star.”
Sab laughed and touched my face. “Took you long enough to see it.”
“Sorry about that. I’ve been busy living a different life.”
“And all I’ve been trying to do is get your attention.”
“Oh, believe me, you have it,” I said.
Jay walked by and slapped Sab on the back. “I guess all those late-night drunk texts after fucking strippers paid off, huh?”
Sab tried to move toward Jay but I grabbed his shirt.
“I’ll kill him for that,” Sab growled.
I laughed.
I had no idea why I was laughing at the comment.
For all I knew, it was true.
I was swept up in the rock star world for sure.
Worse than ever.
And I was okay with it.
“What do we do now?” I asked Sab.
“We party…”
I stepped back from Sab. “Lead the way.”
He moved toward me, threw an arm around me and walked me off the stage.
I looked back one more time and the main lights were on in the arena and people were already mostly cleared out.
My heart was racing and I had nothing to do with the show.
The rest of the band was scattered along a wide hallway of the arena.
Everyone but Sab and I had a drink.
There was a sense of hustle all around us, but we weren’t doing a damn thing.
I watched as dozens of people ran around like the building was on fire.
But I realized they were just doing their job.
They had to pack everything up, load it onto a truck, and then move it to the next city and set it all back up.
“That was a great one, guys,” a voice called out.
I watched as a guy in nice pants and a tucked-in white shirt approached.
“Toby,” Nash said. “The buzzkill is here.”
“The new song is great,” Toby said.
“We know that,” Reed said.
“And, hey, let’s talk about the book,” Toby said. “I already started-”
“Toby,” Sab said. “Have a drink.”
“I’m good,” Toby said.
“No,” Dex said. “You really need to have a drink…”
Nash and Jay went to another table and lifted a bowl of some kind of red drink.
They snuck up behind Toby and poured the bowl over his head and then balanced the bowl on it.
“How’s your drink?” Sab asked as everyone laughed.
I covered my mouth because I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to laugh or not.
“Fuckers,” Toby growled.
He stormed away.
The band looked at one another and at the same time, they said fuckers in the same voice Toby did.
“Real mature, Sab,” I said.
He looked at me and winked. “You have to have fun in life, right?”
The band kept laughing.
We all kept drinking.
But in my mind…
The problem with fun was that it didn’t last forever.
I didn’t realize how late it was until we got back to the hotel room.
“Sab, the sun is going to come up soon,” I said with a drunk laugh.
“You don’t do late nights, huh?”
“Never,” I said.
I walked to the window and opened the curtains.
I swore I could just make out the first flicker of daylight.
Or maybe that’s what my mind wanted to see.
I looked back and Sab was moving toward me.
His eyes told me exactly what he wanted.
Which was what I wanted too.
Even though we had talked about this kind of thing. We didn’t really set any rules or anything, but we said we were drunk. And we had sex. Because we had been letting that build for years. It was supposed to stop right then and there.
But Sab made that move on the tour bus.
And now…
His hands touched my sides.
His body closed in on mine.
I felt the swell of his cock pressing against his jeans, right through my shirt to my back.
I took a deep, slow breath.
“What do you think, babe?” Sab asked. “Want to really be my rock star girl? I’ll fuck you against this window. You never know who’s watching.”
“Is that what you want?” I asked. “To have someone take a picture and then you’re all over the internet?”
“You’d be all over the internet,” he said. “Not me. And even if it was me, I don’t care. I’m just a rock star fucking a beautiful woman in my hotel room.”
Sab’s hands moved around my body and up.
He playfully cupped my breasts over my shirt.
His strong, drummer hands, kneading me through my shirt and bra.
I wiggled and laughed, but that only seemed to make him harder.
Oops…
I thrust my ass back at him and then spun around.
“No,” I said.
“No?”
“You’re not fucking me against this window, Sab.”
“I’m not?”
“No.”
“Then where am I fucking you?”
“Nowhere,” I said. “I said we weren’t going to do this anymore.”
“Yeah, you did.”
“Then you got me on the tour bus…”
“The tour bus always makes women wet,” he said.
I curled my lip. “So that means I have to make this even. Then we’re done.”
“Even…”
My hands reached forward and I grabbed the front of his jeans.
“That’s right,” I said. “You made me come. Now it’s my turn to make you come.”
I opened Sab’s jeans but didn’t just grab his cock to stroke him.
My mind had something else in mind.
If we were going to be running through all those years-old fantasies…
I slowly lowered myself to my knees before him.
Sab put his hands to the window and looked down at me.
My hands pulled at the front of his jeans.
I looked forward and watched his beautiful, rock star cock jump free.
He was thick and hard, which only served to turn me on.
I let out an ooohhh sound as his cock was an inch from my mouth.
With my right hand, I gripped onto the bottom of his full shaft and slid my hand all the way up to his full tip. I curled my hand tight around him and then eased back down to his sturdy root and held there tight.
My mind told me there was no logical way that was fitting into my mouth.
The whiskey and my heart said otherwise.
I gently kissed the tip of Sab’s cock.
My lips flirted with him, waiting for that first droplet to coat my lips.
When it did, I groaned.
He was hard because of me.
And I wanted more of him… with my mouth…
My eyes moved up and he was still staring down at me.
I slowly shut my eyes and opened my mouth, ready for him.
My lips eased over the ridged tip of his cock and I quickly pulled back.
That tender skin felt good rubbing against my lips.
Sab let out a growling hiss and slapped the window.
“Fuck, babe,” he said. “You’re going to turn me into a fucking minuteman here…”
I pulled my mouth away and looked up at him. “You’re down to about fifty seconds. Ready?”
“Don’t fucking tempt me,” Sab said.
I opened my mouth again and took more of him into my mouth.
He filled me in a second, but I
wasn’t going to let that stop me.
My right hand began to stroke his root as I took more than I knew I could into my mouth. When I hit my real limit, I slowly inched back, groaning.
“Rock stars don’t come from that slow stuff, Bree,” Sab said.
Chills ran through my body, head to toe. Between my legs, my panties were pulled against my body, soaked. My inner thighs trembled and begged for attention.
But that wouldn’t happen.
This was about making things even.
So this could never happen again.
I moved faster on Sab’s cock.
Groaning the entire time. Not to make him finish faster, but because it was so amazing. Everything I could have ever imagined it to be.
Sab gently ran his fingers through my hair to the back of my head. He then began to thrust at me, testing me, holding me in place to enjoy my mouth.
My tongue battled for even the smallest amount of space so I could caress and tease the bottom of his shaft, but there was no room.
My right hand moved faster than my mouth did.
He began to stiffen even more, which I didn’t think was possible.
I knew he was just moments away from giving me what I wanted.
This rock star was my snack…
Sab grunted and tightened his grip to my hair.
He then pulled himself away from my mouth.
“I’m not coming in your mouth, Bree,” he said. “Get on the bed.”
I looked up at him, melting into the floor.
“I used my fingers,” he said. “You used your mouth. That’s not getting even. That’s knowing what you fucking want and taking it. Now stand up.”
Sab moved his hand from my hair and took my hand to help me to my feet.
He grabbed my hips and walked me to the bed.
My eyes burned at his as I knew what was going to happen.
Yes, yes, yes… please, yes… you’re all I fucking want, Sab…
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SAB
As my hands climbed up her legs and I stared at her perfect body before me, the smell of her honey was the most tempting thing I had ever encountered.
I licked my lips and gritted my teeth.
I held back from tasting her because my cock needed to finish.
Bree was like a magic pill, leaving me almost painfully hard.
She had been two sucking thrusts with her mouth from ending me, and I was still right there, ready to go.
I hovered over her body and put my hands flat to the bed.
“Grab my cock and guide me into your pussy, babe,” I said.
Bree bit her bottom lip and reached between us.
The second her hand touched my cock again, I sucked in a breath.
She pulled at me and I lowered myself down.
She rubbed the tip of my cock to her wet slit, using me like a sexy toy to pleasure her clit.
Her hips bounced off the bed as she groaned.
I had no choice but to thrust forward.
I sank deep into her body and she grabbed for the sheets, arching her back, letting out a long cry.
“Yes, Bree,” I managed to say. “You’re fucking beautiful… so fucking tight…”
Her pussy clenched against my cock and I pulled myself back.
I thought about taking myself completely out of her and teasing her a little, but no fucking way.
I slammed forward again and lowered myself down to her body.
We were both wearing shirts.
Naked from the waist down.
There was nothing romantic about drunk fucking in a hotel room, but when Bree’s eyes met mine, I was done…
I thrust one more time and started to come.
I kissed her, our whiskey laced tongues tasting one another while her pussy sheathed my cock, pulling every last drop of my cum out of my body.
My right hand ended up at the back of her left leg and I felt her muscles flexing as she worked her body to move against my cock.
Sex was sex… but this was something else.
Something completely different than anything I had ever felt in my life before.
After we were done kissing, I eased my way out of her body.
She shivered and gasped for second.
I stood up and took my shirt off.
I reached down and guided Bree’s shirt over her head.
She arched her back without a word and I unsnapped her bra.
I finished stripping her naked after we were already done fucking.
I scooped her up into my arms and pulled her against my body and moved her up to the pillows on the bed.
Again, without a word…
I joined her in the bed, holding her back to my front, my left hand spread out over her chest, feeling her breasts, but not in a sexual way.
I wanted to touch everywhere on her. Just to touch. Just to feel… to study… to memorize. To know every inch of her body. The parts she liked touched. The parts she didn’t. Her secret ticklish spots. And her secret spot that felt good that maybe shouldn’t have…
I kissed the back of her shoulder and Bree laughed.
“What’s so funny, babe?”
“Look out the window, Sab.”
I looked.
The sun was rising.
I started to laugh.
“Good morning, Bree,” I said as I kissed her shoulder again.
Bree slowly shut her eyes to get some sleep. “Good morning, Sab.”
I woke to the sound of someone knocking at the door.
I still had Bree in my arms.
We hadn’t moved an inch.
The knocking refused to stop, and damn did that piss me off.
The most beautiful woman in the world, naked in my arms, my hand still touching her breasts… and I had to let her go.
I snuck out of the bed and walked to the door naked.
“You’re fucking dead, whoever this is,” I announced as I opened the door.
It was Toby.
He looked down and shook his head.
“Eyes up here,” I said.
“Sorry,” he said. “I should be used to seeing you guys naked by now, right?”
“Don’t ever say that again,” I said.
“I need to talk to you about Bree,” he said.
“What about?”
“Her parents…”
I stepped out into the hallway.
Toby had to jump back or else my cock was going to slap against his nice shirt.
“Sab, put some fucking clothes on,” he said.
“It’s our floor,” I said. “Who’s going to see me that hasn’t seen me yet?”
“Candice? Liv? Abby? Wren?”
I smiled. “Worried they’ll see my cock and get hungry? I think about it too, Toby. Then the band will break up. Imagine that headline… Drummer Fucks All Five Women…”
“Sab,” Toby said. “Christ.”
“I’m tired,” I said. “I’m still half drunk. I wanted to wake up with Bree wiggling against my morning wood so she could have it for breakfast.”
“I found her parents,” Toby said.
“You did?” I asked.
Now things were suddenly serious.
“Yeah,” Toby said. “That’s what you wanted, right?”
I nodded. “I guess. I didn’t think you would…”
“Well, I did,” he said. “I’m good at what I do. I keep the band happy.”
“Are they alive?” I asked.
“They are,” he said. “Here’s the info…” Toby passed me an envelope. “Names and address are in there.”
“So they’re alive…”
“When the information was passed to me, they were alive. Now, I can’t predict a car accident or something, right?”
Toby grinned.
I grabbed his shirt and pulled him close to me. “What did you just say?”
“Holy shit, Sab’s going to kill Toby. And he’s naked.”
Jay came running down the hallway toward me,
Reed by his side.
“What are you two doing awake so early?” I asked.
“It’s not early at all,” Reed said. “I take it you were up all night with Bree?” He pointed to my cock.
“Sab, why are you holding my shirt?” Toby asked.
I opened my hand. “Don’t say that ever again, Toby.”
“What did he say?” Jay asked.
“He said something about someone dying in a car accident,” I said.
“Fuck, Toby,” Reed said. “You’re an asshole.”
“It slipped my mind,” Toby said. “I’m sorry, Sab. Okay? Do we have to do this naked?”
“You’re not naked,” Jay said. “Sab is.”
“Toby’s jealous,” Reed said. “He can’t stop looking at Sab’s cock, wishing he had half that size.”
“Toby’s like a piece of Halloween candy,” Jay said. “The mini ones that are never filling…”
“What’s the plan for today?” I asked in a growling voice.
I didn’t need the visualization of cocks and candy bars any more than I just had.
“Radio show in a few hours,” Reed said. “Then we hit the tour bus. Another city tonight.”
“Then we’re back to LA?” I asked.
“In a rush to get Bree to your place?” Jay asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
I turned and went back into my hotel room.
I shut the door quietly so I wouldn’t wake Bree.
In my hand, I had the address to her birth parents. She no longer needed to worry about anything. It was there for her. No need to search and wonder.
Quietly, I put the envelope in my bag and zipped it up.
Bree was still sleeping.
For now…
I walked to the side of the bed where she slept and lifted the covers near her feet.
I looked at her feet. Her legs. The curve of her ass. The curve of her hip.
When my fingertips touched her, her leg moved.
She stirred for a second as I leaned down and kissed her hip.
I nuzzled my nose against her soft, warm skin and smiled.
Bree was going to be my breakfast.
My hand touched her inner thigh and moved up slowly, feeling the swell of heat increase. My lips kissed up to the side of her body as she let out a purring groan and stirred some more.
“Good morning, babe,” I whispered. “You just relax. I’ll take care of you.”
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