Tragic Soul
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“Do you want me to get undressed?” I felt like I wasn’t participating.
He lightly slapped my ass. “Good idea.”
I turned over and was surprised to find him naked, kneeling on the bed. He was rolling the condom over his thick erection. I watched him. Then my eyes traveled over his body. All his tattoos were on display. He was almost covered in ink. On his lower abdomen was a dragon with its mouth open, ending at the base of his cock, as if it was going to bite it.
“Thought you were gonna strip?” He cocked an eyebrow.
I shook my head, to come back to reality. “Yeah, sorry.”
He stretched, letting his dick bounce. “Like what you see?”
“Uh, yeah.”
I sat up and unbuttoned my blouse. My hands shook. It still felt a bit strange.
“I’ll help you.” He met my eyes when I looked up. “Nothing to be nervous about. I promised not to hurt you, and I won’t.” He slid my blouse off my shoulders. “You’re not a virgin, right?”
Shaking my head, I flicked my wrists to get my shirt off. “I been with two other guys.”
“Two?” His voice portrayed his shock. “Um, OK. So then you’re just kinda anxious?”
“I guess.” I lifted my hips so he could tug my skirt off. “Go slow. Please.”
He grinned and looked me over. “Damn, girl. I’ll do anything you want.”
Feeling self-conscious, I drew up my knees and held my legs. Sometimes, I thought I was too thin, and sometimes I worried I was gaining weight.
“Hey.” He touched my knee. “You’re beautiful. Nothing to be ashamed of. Look at me. I’m not a stud. I should be the shy one. We are who we are. You look amazing. Lay back, and let me touch you.”
I felt better. He knew exactly what to say. So smooth. When I was on my back, he started towards me. His hands traveled up my body, as if inspecting me, never staying in one section for long. I watched him smile as he explored. My apprehension dissolved quickly. His eyelids lowered, and he licked his lips.
“Nice.” He laid down on me. “You can’t make much noise.” I flinched when the tip of his cock brushed my inner thigh. He grinned and kissed my lips. “I got you.” His cock slid through my folds until it pressed into me a bit.
I tensed and grabbed his arms. “Hang on.”
“Mine. Remember?”
When I nodded, one at a time, he lifted my legs up. Then he swatted my thigh. I knew what he wanted somehow. Carefully, I hooked my feet together behind his back. He sighed and pushed forward.
“Yeah, mine.”
I fought the anxiety. His lips were suddenly on mine, and I forgot about everything else. The kiss deepened. I caressed his tongue with mine, everything else forgotten.
“Finally got it.” Bradley moaned, thrusting in all the way. “Damn, Cookie.”
When I realized he was already inside me, I opened my eyes and looked at him. It didn’t hurt. I had been scared it would. The first times with Keith and Paulie had been painful.
He smirked and grinded into me hard. “Just like I thought. Tight and sweet.” He sighed and shifted his hips. “Your turn, then mine.”
I opened my mouth to ask what he meant but didn’t get a chance. He withdrew and rammed into me hard. I gasped and whimpered as he hammered into me repeatedly. My fingers gripped his arms tightly. His face was etched with concentration as his hips moved with wild abandon. It felt so good. I didn’t understand.
Then I realized what he was doing, rubbing my G-spot. Sudden pleasure came over me. My back bowed, and my head went back. I tried not to make noise, but I cried out. His mouth pressed to mine quickly.
When my body finally relaxed again, I was flipped over. I clawed at the bed when I was on my belly, confused. A hand slid up my back and instantly calmed me. Bradley pushed into me again as his weight settled over me. I wasn’t sure what to do. I had only been in that position twice before. However, I trusted him.
“Gotta be quiet this time.” He moved my arms a bit. Then a hand covered my mouth. “Can’t have you screaming my name.” He pulled back and shoved in hard. “Yeah, baby. Tighten up.”
I hadn’t done it on purpose. He had scared me. His free hand gripped mine, and I let out a sigh of relief. For the next few minutes, he fucked me with less intensity, but he kept moaning.
“Cookie, can I fuck your ass?”
Fearful again, I started to struggle. I didn’t want him to do that.
“Relax. Not now.”
His hand moved from my mouth. I pursed my lips, not wanting his parents to walk in on us. A finger slid down my ass crack. I cringed, but then realized he couldn’t be so cruel. He went down and teased my back door. I squirmed, unsure why it felt good.
“I knew you’d like it.” He let my hand go and covered my mouth again. “We’ll try it another day.”
He continued to toy with my ass as he thrust into my pussy. His rhythm increased gradually. When he started panting in my ear, I was sure he was getting close. Then his hands moved. Both gripped the mattress edge. He moaned softly while his hips thudded against me.
“Almost… Almost.” Bradley groaned a bit louder. “Ah, fuck. Yes.” He slowed his pace and sighed. “Knew you’d be a good fuck.”
I was disappointed he didn’t try to make me orgasm again, but I felt sated enough for the moment. He pulled out slowly, then climbed off the bed. I rolled over and jumped when the bedroom door creaked. Neil was leaning against it. I held in a shriek and grabbed the sheet to cover my body.
“Sorry. Forgot something.” Neil’s eyes were glued to the left of the bed.
I turned. Bradley was pulling the condom off, still naked as well. I glared at Neil. Then Neil winked at Bradley. He did not react as expected.
Bradley scowled. “What’re you doing?” He stalked across the room. “I told you we needed time alone. You said you got it. But you just walk in?” He turned to me. “You OK?”
A shrug was all I could muster. The situation was beyond weird.
“Leave, Neil. We’ll talk later.” Bradley waited until Neil picked up his car keys and practically pushed him out the door. Then he knelt on the bed, staring at me. “I’m sorry. He’s not used to me having girls here. I never bring them home.”
My bottom lip shook. Many emotions flowed through me. “He watched us?”
“I don’t think so.” He crawled to me and lay next to me. “He’s not really into…” His voice trailed off, and his eyes filled with fear. He wanted to say something else, but he looked down instead.
To change the subject, I asked, “Is he trying to see me naked? He kinda tried to grab my ass earlier.”
Bradley’s eyebrows furrowed. “Oh, I thought he was grabbing me. I’ll talk to him about that.”
I could hear in his tone that he would. I said, “Thanks.”
Chapter 30
The next night, we played at Charlie’s. I had not been there without Paulie since we broke up. Just standing outside the bar brought tears to my eyes. I wiped them away fast, glad Bradley was running late.
“Baby, you OK?” Chad lifted my chin. “Need to talk?”
I shook my head, then bit my bottom lip. Words failed me, as memories assaulted me. More tears spilled down my cheeks. He used his thumbs to swipe them away. Then he pulled me into his arms.
Chad sighed. “I knew you were just pretending to be completely over him.” He held me close, a hand stroking my hair slowly. “Cry if you haveta. I’m right here.”
The pain was almost at the surface again, but I didn’t want to give in to it fully. I worked hard to leave Paulie behind. In my heart, I knew I still loved him. That might never change. However, forgetting was my way. If I didn’t think of him, I couldn’t miss him. Right?
The loud rumble of a motorcycle engine made me pull away from Chad. I didn’t want Bradley to know about Paulie. We decided the past was the past, and it was best left there. Neither of us had divulged info about exes or sexual partners. We didn’t even talk about family. My dad wou
“I’m fine,” I assured Chad when he put a hand on my shoulder. “Just memories.”
He smiled and rubbed his knuckles over my cheek. “I’m here if you need me.”
I watched as he walked to his van and started helping with the unload again. Then Skylar passed me, carrying a bass drum and glared at me. She was annoyed I didn’t bear any of the physical burdens of playing live. Chad insisted I stay out of the way. I tried to help the last time, and he shooed me away. Sometimes I hated that. I wasn’t an invalid.
Suddenly, I was lifted off my feet. “Feel as good as I do?”
I smiled when I realized it was Bradley. “Yeah.”
He set me on my feet and ran his hands down my legs. “Glad you wore jeans. We’re going to Neil’s after. His roommate moved out this morning.”
Chad’s mouth dropped open as he approached us. “I told you to stay away from him.”
I stepped between them. “We’re just hanging out. Nothing serious.” I knew I said that quite often, but it was true. He didn’t need to know we were lovers as well. “Chad, relax. He won’t hurt me.”
“He better not,” Chad grumbled.
Logan was suddenly nearby. “Don’t fuck it up again.” He stared at Bradley. “Or I’ll kick your ass.”
“You guys need to chill.” Bradley rolled his eyes. “That wasn’t my fault. He—” His words drifted off as he glanced from Chad to me. “Uh, You know what happened.”
An angry expression still on his face, Logan looked like he wanted to lash out. He took a few deep breaths. “Yeah, I know. Don’t let it happen again.” He visibly relaxed. “This thing,” he waved his hand from Bradley to me, “whatever it is, better not go south.”
“We won’t let it fuck things up.” Bradley put an arm around my shoulders. “We’re just having fun together.”
Chad huffed and stalked towards his van. I felt bad taking him by surprise, but he saw it coming, even if he couldn’t admit to it. If he hadn’t been so adamant that Bradley was a bad guy, I wouldn’t have tried to hide the truth from him. Not wanting to cause a rift between us, I pulled away from Bradley to talk to Chad.
“Hey.” Bradley grabbed my arm and tugged me back. “Where you goin’?”
I turned to him, struggling to get free. “I gotta talk to him.”
“Why? Let him be pissed at me if he wants to be.”
I pried his fingers from my arm. “You don’t get it.”
“Remember what I said.” His eyes narrowed. “He can’t have my pussy.”
I nodded, only slightly surprised at the jealous tone. When I reached Chad, he was about to punch the side of his van. I caught his arm mid-swing and lost my footing trying to stop him. He grabbed me before I hit the ground and pulled me against his body.
“Sorry. Didn’t see you. You OK?” He carefully threaded his fingers through my hair as he continued to ramble. “Baby, talk to me. Please.” He finally paused.
I looked up. “I’m fine. Just don’t want you to bust your hand over it. I won’t get hurt this time. We’re taking this very slow.”
“His eyes say something else.” He moved a hand to my cheek. “He wants to fuck you bad.”
My eyes drifted downward, to his chest. “Is that so terrible?”
“I heard he’s a player.” He lifted my chin. “Don’t get caught up in something that can’t go anywhere. He’ll cheat on you the first chance he can.”
Bradley’s promise came to mind, but I knew Chad still wouldn’t trust him. Instead, I went with my heart. “If he does, then fine. We’re just seeing each other at this point. No strings, no commitment, nothing invested. If he cheats, I’ll move on. I won’t get attached this time. I’m just having fun. I promise, Chad.”
“If he hurts you…”
I put my fingers to his lips. “Yeah, yeah—I know. You’ll kill him. He can’t hurt me if I don’t let him in. You know who holds my heart, and that’s not gonna change anytime soon.” I moved my hand and sighed. “This is kinda gonna be like you and Amy; exclusive but casual.”
He looked away, unable to dispute that he was in a similar relationship. “I can deal with it, though.”
“And I can’t?” I grabbed his forearms. “Let me just live for a while. If this don’t work out, there’s no loss.”
Bradley cleared his throat from behind me. His eyes zoned in on Chad’s hands. “Good talk?”
“Uh, yeah.” I stepped back. “All good.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. “Glad to hear it. Gonna walk my girl inside now.” He quickly led me inside then right to the stage. When we stopped, he pressed me to a wall. His body held me in place. “I need some of my pussy.”
I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed. “Not here. Please.” My eyes opened wide when he ground his growing cock into my hip. We were in full view of the entire bar. “Please.” Nervously, my eyes darted around. Would he really fuck me on the stage? Several patrons were watching us. “In private. Please.”
“As soon as we get in that bedroom,” he growled, and his tone was pure jealousy, “it’s mine.” It made me wonder if he wanted more than casual from me. Then his expression softened. “Sorry for getting riled up.” He suddenly kissed me.
I was beyond shocked at his passionate kiss. He crushed my body to the wall, his tongue deep in my mouth. Instinctively, I grasped his arms. He didn’t take it further, but he also didn’t pull back quickly. When we finally parted, I missed his lips. Maybe that was what he wanted.
While we played our first song, Chad and Bradley gave each other dirty looks as they played. I hoped it didn’t escalate. It made the music better, though. They were both competitive in nature.
During Chad’s solo in “Killing Machine,” Bradley started to play notes that were not usually part of the song. The new notes worked, but it turned into a battle, with each of them trying to top the other. I had no idea Bradley was so talented. The mini-solos became more and more complicated as they glared at each other. The entire bar was cheering them on.
In the end, Logan put an end to it, by shouting into his mic, “We got the greatest guitarists, huh?” He gestured to Chad and Bradley. “How about that battle? I call it a tie. What d’ you say? Chad or Spikes?” He pointed to each as he said their name. Both of their names were shouted from every direction. “Too close to call. Let’s play you all another song.”
The rest of the night went well. There weren’t any other incidents. I was relieved when we started breaking things down. They didn’t talk to each other, but that was fine with me.
When everything was packed up, Bradley and I hopped onto his bike to go to Neil’s. This had been our first gig which he didn’t show at. I didn’t ask, but I assumed he had other plans. When Bradley sped up after leaving the parking lot, I held him tighter. I loved riding with him. It was almost pure pleasure.
His bike idled somewhat high, so every time we hit a red light, the vibrations went right through me. As we sat at a particularly long light, he revved the engine. I shuddered. He chuckled and did it again. I clutched him hard while my pussy clenched. When he did it yet again, I let out a small cry as a minor orgasm played out in me. First time that happened.
My fingers held his shirt in a death grip as my body shuddered a last time. “Damn.”
“Only the beginning.” He chuckled and caressed my fingers. “Hold on tighter. We gotta hurry home. My dick’s about to break my zipper.”
I laughed imagining him riding with his cock on display. As soon as the light turned green, he hit the accelerator. I giggled and clutched him.
After parking the bike, we walked to Neil’s, hand in hand. Bradley walked in without knocking, tugging me behind him. As we strode down the hall, I heard loud male moaning. We soon found Neil on the couch, his pants open and his cock in his hand. My mouth dropped. He was jerking off to gay porn.
“Damn, man.” Bradley didn’t sound disgusted, just annoyed. “I told you we were coming.”
I almost laughed at his choice of words. My eyes stayed on Neil. He moved his hand, giving me a good look at his erection. It wasn’t as long or thick as Bradley’s, but it was not small.
“Guess I forgot.” Neil stood, eyeing both of us. “How was the show?”
Bradley groaned. “Put your dick away.” He pulled me closer. “You said we could stay in the other bedroom tonight, remember?”
“Yeah.” Neil was clearly disappointed.
Suddenly, I was being pulled away. We ended up in a sparsely furnished bedroom. The bed was big and neatly made. I looked around, curiously. The bookshelves were empty as were the drawers. I heard Bradley moving around but didn’t pay attention.
“Keep your promise,” he whispered in my ear. I jumped, not knowing he was so close. His arms came around me from behind and opened my jeans. “Need my pussy.”
He had me naked in less than a minute. His body pressed to mine again. That’s when I realized he had already undressed. I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. Then I reached up and kissed his lips. Slowly, he backed me up until my legs hit the bed.
“Get up on the bed,” he ordered. “I’ll get a condom.”
I climbed up and settled onto my back. My eyes closed as I waited. I hoped he didn’t want me to roll over. It had felt good, but there was no connection. Maybe I hoped it would be like Paulie? That was love, though. What I had with Bradley was not much more than friendship.
“That’s my girl.” Bradley pounced on me. “I gotta cum, Cookie.” He didn’t wait for me to say anything before he started to push into me.
I cringed. It hurt.
“So tight.” He grunted as he tried to get deeper.
I scratched his bicep as I whimpered. “It hurts. Stop. I wasn’t ready.”
“Oh.” He met my eyes. “Thought you were into it tonight.”
“I’m not wet enough.” I put pressure on his arms, wanting him to stop for a few seconds.
He laughed. “Shit. Sorry.”
After pulling out, he leaned on one hand. Then he smirked as he ran a hand down my body. I shivered, loving the sensation. When he drove two fingers into me, my hips lifted. He worked them slowly, only grazing my sweet spot a few times. It was almost frustrating.
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