Tragic Soul

by Jeanisse, Bella

  “Take deep breaths, Crystal.” Chad pulled me closer by my ass. Then he ran a hand up and down my back. “It won’t hurt forever. I promise.” He nuzzled my neck. “I’m here, baby.”

  I tried to clear my mind, but my head hurt a bit. Memories of all types ran through my head.

  When I had calmed, he kissed my lips. I pulled back. “You can’t. It’s not right.”

  He glanced up at Amy, and then to me. “Why? She’s OK with it.” He moved, his lips caressing my ear. “It turns her on when I kiss you.”

  I didn’t have a response to that. He trailed kisses over my lobe then down my neck. I gripped his arms, melting from the sensations. His mouth slid up my throat, making me shudder with need. My panties were already wet. When he kissed my lips again, I gave in, my tongue seeking his.

  We moaned as he held the back of my head. My pussy throbbed, desperate for his touch. “Chad!” I gasped as he rubbed my left nipple through my clothes. Then, “Chad…” I was lost in it.

  He stopped for a few seconds and looked up. Then he grinned. I clutched him harder when he got to his feet, still holding me. He laid me on his bed and climbed on top of me. I was shivering, not thinking of what we were doing. My body needed relief, and he was offering it.

  “I’ll be gentle, baby. I swear.” He opened the towel and pressed his cock against my panties. “If you need me to go slow…” He gasped and leaned down. “I need you, Crystal.”

  My eyes opened wide when I felt the head of his cock brush my belly. It had to be bigger than Paulie’s. He started moving my legs around his hips. Then he kissed me. Again, I was lost in his mouth. His kisses did me in like no one else.

  “Come on, Chad,” Amy urged.

  He tugged on the crotch of my panties. “You OK with this? I can fuck you?” His eyes had closed. “You’re so fuckin’ wet.”

  I quickly backpedaled, terrified I had let it get that far sober. “Oh, God. We can’t, Chad. I want it, but… Wait. I mean… I—I—” My entire body shook. How can I explain my fear?

  Nodding, Chad quickly wrapped the towel around his waist again. “You’re right. This could change things. I don’t wanna lose you, either. I was thinking with my dick.” It was the first time he agreed with my hesitation. “I’m gonna get dressed.”

  Amy followed him when he left the room. I flopped down on the bed. What the fuck is wrong with me? How does he make me forget my sorrow with kisses? Why do I want him so badly? My mind was reeling yet again. Maybe I should give in? Would I feel better? Wow, am I fucked up. I couldn’t even think straight.

  When they returned, both having changed, I was still on the bed. “I don’t have any clothes to change into.” I pulled Chad’s shirt down my thighs a bit more.

  “I think you look sexy in my clothes.” Chad winked. “But if you insist, I’ll go get you clothes.” His eyes opened wide. “Oh shit. Where does Pop think you are?”

  Chewing on my lip, I racked my brain. “I told him I was going out with Amy.”

  “He’ll flip if he finds out you were in my bed.” He grinned. “Not that I don’t mind bragging.”

  I glared at him. “Don’t you dare.”

  “Then guess you’re gonna wear my clothes.” He licked his lips. “Those wet panties need to go. Mmmm, you naked under one of my T-shirts. So hot.”

  I rolled my eyes. “One-track mind, Chad.”

  “You know it, baby.” He smiled, then walked to his dresser. “You might fit into a pair of Angel’s shorts.” Angel was the smallest of his roommates.

  When he had gotten me a pair of drawstring shorts, I took that and the clean shirt he gave me to the bathroom. After a shower, I felt less rattled about my behavior. I found Chad and Amy talking in his room.

  “Let’s go make breakfast,” Chad suggested. He took my hand in his. “French toast sound good?”

  I smiled. “You know it does.”

  He picked up one of Amy’s hands as well. Then he led the way downstairs, not letting either of us go. He seemed to be happier than ever. I began to wonder if he did remember more of our threesome.

  “Damn!” Devon called from the kitchen as we reached the first floor. “Go, Chad.”

  Angel winked as he stood near the front door. “Knew you had it in you.” He wolf whistled. “Two hotties. I’m jealous.”

  When Bryce turned away from the television, his mouth dropped. “Finally nailed her, huh? Lucky fucking guy.”

  Chad didn’t tell them the truth, and I wasn’t about to ruin it for him. Amy snuggled to his side, so I did the same. “They can’t keep their hands off me.” He laughed and held both of our shoulders. Then he whispered, “Thanks, girls.”

  We walked to the kitchen together where Devon watched us. He rolled his eyes. “You can’t fool me. But I won’t tell.” He shook his head. “How’d you blow it?”

  “I fuckin’ passed out.” Chad groaned. “Stupid, huh?”

  Devon snickered. “Yep. Fuck first. Drink after.” He put a hand on Chad’s back. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

  Chapter 26

  I had taken off from work the Sunday before school started so that Chad and I could meet a band named Inferno. Inferno was looking for guitarists. The only thing I knew about them was that they were from Cherry Hill. I had been too busy with work and moving back into the dorm to ask more questions.

  “So this guy just called you?” I asked Chad as he drove north.

  Chad gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Well, no. Andy did.”

  My heart fluttered. “Andy?” I almost asked about Paulie but fought the urge. “Um, so, uh, Andy called?” My mind filled with images of us on stage. “He’s trying to help us?”

  “Kinda.” Chad grabbed my thigh. “Mark from Inferno asked Andy if he knew a lead guitarist. He volunteered me. I called Logan—wait. Logan is the singer. Mark is their sound guy. OK, so Logan also plays bass. I told him about you, and he was game to add you.” He sighed. “Well. That was after I told him it was all or none. I’m not joining a band without you.”

  I had been hoping Paulie was involved somehow. The suspense was killing me. “How’s Paulie?”

  “He’s fine,” Chad replied softly. “Trying to move on.” He rubbed my leg. “He’ll survive this, too.”

  I had let go a bit more. Life had helped me move on, although I missed him often. School should help as well. I wasn’t sure playing gigs again would, though. It might make things worse. When I thought of Paulie, he was either playing his guitar or on top of me.

  Strangely, I even missed his voice. In a desperate hour, I had listened to his voicemails. They were saved, in case I wanted to hear him again. I wondered if I would ever see him again. If I did, what would I do?

  Chad pulled into the parking lot of a dinner. I had been too nervous to eat all day, so I was glad we planned to have lunch together. When I slid down to the ground, he took my hand, then shut the van door.

  “You ready for this?” He lifted my chin and kissed my nose.

  I took a deep breath. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

  He led the way, opening the door for me. When he waved at someone standing next to a table, I assumed it was Logan. He was tall and thin, with a crewcut and tons of tattoos. Not bad looking, but he didn’t hold my attention.

  “You must be Crystal,” Logan put out a hand to me.

  I smiled. “I am. Logan?”

  “Yep.” He waved at the couple at the table. “This is Spikes and Skylar.”

  My eyes opened a bit wider. I hadn’t expected a girl in the band already. “Uh, hi.” I waved nervously.

  Skylar wasn’t petite like me. She had defined arms covered in intricate tattoo sleeves and looked to have at least a few inches on me. I had no idea who played what instrument, but she looked confident. Spikes poked her in the side, and she instantly slugged him in the arm. I almost laughed. She was hardcore.

  Unlike Logan, Spikes warranted a closer look. It was hard to tell what his body was like. He wore baggy clothes and had on a le
ather jacket. The helmet next to his arm made me smile, though. It wasn’t that he was amazingly hot. He was cute, with a short beard. However, the bad boy look was what got to me. His black hair was styled in a six-inch Mohawk. It went perfectly with his name.

  “Hey, girl,” Spikes said to me.

  I realized I had been staring. “Hey.”

  “No chick can resist me.” He winked.

  Chad put an arm around my shoulders. “So, we came here to talk band business. Not to have you hit on my girl here.” He gave Spikes a glare.

  “Funny guy.” Spikes laughed. “The big brother routine never works on me. If she was really your chick, maybe I’d think twice. If I want something, I get it.” He licked his lips and let his eyes roam my body again.

  I regretted wearing a low-cut top. My tight jeans were better than a skirt, at least. Spikes made me feel wanted again, though. I knew I needed to stay away because I was vulnerable. It was still too soon.

  “Sit.” Logan waved at the empty seats at the table. He sat as well. “OK. Like I was telling you, I play bass, but I can step back from that. Then I’m free to move around more.” He nodded at Skylar. “She plays drums, and Spikes plays rhythm.”

  I was taken aback that Skylar was the drummer. A female drummer was rare. It was cool, but I just hoped we got along.

  “What happened to your last lead guitarist?” I asked, curious.

  Logan frowned. “He was stolen by some band in New York. Fucker didn’t even think about it, he just left us.”

  “OK.” I could see they were still pissed at him. “What type of music do you play?”

  Spikes grinned. “Nu-metal with a touch of hard rock or metalcore. We mostly stick to the same style. Kinda like Slipknot but without the turntables.”

  After we ordered food, we talked about influences and music style. There weren’t many conflicts. Skylar didn’t speak much. When she did, it was short and to the point. Spikes talked more than Logan, but Logan made it known he was the frontman. He let us know they had a gig booked in two weeks and wanted us ready for it. Chad and I knew we could be.

  “I’m gonna catch a smoke,” Skylar said as she stood. She glanced at Logan.

  Logan also stood. “We’ll be back.”

  “They a thing?” Chad asked when they had gone.

  Spikes smirked. “On and off.” He winked. “We’ve all had a piece of her. You can tap it if you want some.”

  “I got a girl,” Chad replied.

  Turning his sights on me, Spikes gave me a lustful stare. “How about you? Got a man?”

  “No, and I’m not looking.” I nodded at his helmet. “What d’ ya ride?”

  Spikes cocked an eyebrow. “Hmm, you like bikes, huh? Mine’s got a Shadow body, but I cannibalized a few bikes to get it to work. It’s pretty unique. Wanna ride?”

  “No,” Chad responded immediately.

  My head whipped around. “Why not?”

  “You don’t know him.” Chad glanced at Spikes then back at me. “He could drop you.”

  Spikes laughed. “I been ridin’ since I was a kid. I ain’t gonna drop ’er.” He watched me as he asked Chad, “You ride?”

  “Not street bikes.” Chad grabbed my hand under the table. “But I never dropped her.”

  “Neither will I.” Spikes put a hand over his chest. “I swear. I’ll bring her back in one piece. Maybe with a few hickeys.” He winked. “I’m fuckin’ with you, man.”

  I nudged Chad’s arm. “Come on. It’s just a ride.”

  “Yeah, come on, big brother,” Spikes teased. “Let Sissy go with me.”

  Chad rolled his eyes. “Anything happens, and I’ll kick your fuckin’ ass.” He stood and crossed his arms over his chest, showing off his biceps.

  Smirking, Spikes got up. Then he realized Chad had about six inches on him. “Uh, yeah. She’ll be fine.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. His bike was parked in a slot far away from other vehicles. “I don’t like no one touchin’ her.” He opened a saddlebag and handed me his extra helmet. “Ready?”

  “Yeah.”

  Adrenaline rushed through me as I admired the custom paint job; shiny black with blue ghost flames. It had what looked to be a comfortable king/queen seat with a strap. He started the engine, and I sighed. It sounded amazing too. Even more excited, I put up my hair, then donned the helmet. My fingers shook as I tried to adjust the strap to fit.

  “Let me do it.” Spikes quickly had it at the right length. Then he slapped my ass. “Let’s go.”

  I watched him straddle the bike then hopped on behind him. “Nice.”

  “You’ve ridden before.” He patted my thigh. “Either hold the strap or me. I’d rather you held onto me—real tight.” He hit the throttle and laughed when I grabbed onto him. The bike wasn’t in gear yet. “Press your tits to my back and hold on tight. I’ll show you around town.”

  Once I had a good hold on him, and my feet were set on the pegs, he eased the bike forward. He changed gears smoothly. I barely noticed it as we drove down the street. We had gone about a mile before he turned left. I slipped my hand under the jacket. A strong chest was not what I expected. I thought he would be skinny beneath the baggy exterior.

  He eventually went through a side alley. I was surprised when he stopped the bike and turned it off. No one was around. Each end was half a block away. “Get off.”

  “Why?” I gripped his jacket. “Don’t leave me here. Chad’ll kill you.”

  He chuckled. “I won’t. Promise.” He slapped my leg. “Just get off. We’ll be quick.”

  I held onto him and got down to the ground. “Now what?”

  “I’m not a pussy like that Chad guy wants me to be. Get those jeans down and bend over the seat.” He opened his pants.

  My mouth dropped, and I jumped back. “Uh-uh. Not happening.”

  “Hey. I give you a ride, you give me one. It’s only fair.” He smirked. “If you wanna just suck my dick, that’s fine.” He put his hand in his boxer briefs and took out his erection. “Come on. If you do a good job, I’ll cum fast.”

  I glanced at his package and was pleasantly surprised that his dick was a nice size. He was not as big as Paulie, but much bigger than Keith. “I’m not suckin’ you off.”

  He looked from his cock to me. “Why not? It’s not big enough for you?” He sighed. “Fine, just bend over the fuckin’ bike so I can cum.” He stroked himself slowly. “You been teasing me for the last hour with those tits. I need to let this out.”

  “Not happening.” I planted my feet and scowled at him, hands on my hips. “I’m not a slut. I don’t just do hot guys for a ride.”

  Spikes grinned as he jerked himself a bit harder. “Think I’m hot, huh? I like a chick that stands her ground. As long as it ain’t for long. I like attitude, too.”

  I stared at him, fascinated. “How’d you get the name Spikes?” It couldn’t be his given name.

  “It’s from middle school,” he replied as he continued pleasing himself. His head tipped up. “Spiked jewelry on my wrists and neck. Spiked hair. It kinda stuck.” He came to me quickly and lifted my top. “Just wanna peek.” He popped my bra clasp open and sighed. “So nice.”

  I covered up and turned around. “You dick.”

  When I turned back around, his mouth had dropped. He looked sexy. “Gonna cum. Wanna suck it down?”

  I didn’t respond. He groaned loudly. Then he shot several streams of semen onto the ground. I couldn’t believe he had jerked off in front of me, and we had just met. Still staring as he tucked his cock away, I didn’t know what to say.

  “Much better.” He sighed. “Your mouth woulda been my choice, but the street was there.” He walked around the puddle and stood before me. “Next time, I get some pussy. Got it?”

  I glared at him. “Not gonna happen.” Although I was attracted to him, I wasn’t going to be pressured into sex again.

  “We’ll see about that.” He grinned at me. “What’s your deal? Don’t like sex?”

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bsp; I shrugged as I looked away. “I like it. Just not with strangers or guys I’m not seeing. I just broke up with someone, so I’m not really ready to jump into something.”

  “Hey. I’m not lookin’ for an old lady. I just wanna get in your pants. Casual sex could be fun. We got time, though. Since you’re gonna be the new bassist, I’ll work on ya.” He winked. “Crystal, just go with the flow. Things’ll be easier.” He waited for a response. Then he held out a hand. “My real name’s Bradley. You can call me that if you don’t like Spikes.”

  I shook his hand. “Bradley’s a nice name. I don’t have a nickname.”

  “Then I’ll just call you Cookie.”

  My face screwed up. “Cookie? Why?”

  “ ’Cause you look good enough to eat.” He wiggled his tongue at me. “My tough little Cookie.”

  I laughed and shook my head. He was funny, but weird. “OK.”

  “Let’s go, before Chad gets his panties in a bunch.” When I was behind him on the bike again, he turned to me. “I’m growin’ on ya. Ain’t I?”

  I huffed. “Maybe.” He was, in a way.

  Chad was fuming when we got back to the diner. He glared at Bradley as he came in behind me. “Where the fuck’ve you been?”

  “Relax.” Bradley put up a hand. “I used a condom.”

  “You what?” Chad’s eyes flitted from me to Bradley. “You took her for a ride so you could fuck her? What the hell? Baby, we’re outta here. I’m not joining a band this fucked up.”

  I grabbed Chad’s shirt as he tried to pull me away from the group. “He’s kidding. We didn’t have sex. He’s just weird. Give him a chance.”

  Chad stared at Bradley. “Hands off. Got it?”

  “That’s up to her,” Bradley countered. He had balls. I had to give him that.

  Logan shoved Bradley. “Will you please keep your dick in your pants this time?” The look that passed between them told me there was a story behind that comment. Logan turned back to us. “I’ll keep him in line. So first practice Wednesday night?”