That first trip, the club was packed for every one of our shows, and that blow job was the first of many memorable backstage moments. Now, five years later, the cruise was a regular twice-a-year gig. Marcia was still tending bar, but she wasn't blowing me anymore. Only thing was, my clit—hard and aching and totally mindless—hadn't gotten the message, which was why I never stayed for more than one drink after a set.
"Here," Marcia said, handing me a clean white bar towel. "You're dripping on my bar."
"Sorry." I glanced in the mirror across from me and saw that my hair was plastered to my forehead and the back of my neck in thick, black strands. Rivulets of sweat streamed down under the neck of my black, fine-mesh metal T-shirt. I whipped a hand through my hair and mopped my face with the towel. When I checked the mirror again, Darla, the cruise director, was standing so close behind me I could feel the stiff balls of her nipples rubbing my shoulders. My nipples tightened in response, the tips scraping the inside of the metal shirt and sending a shock to my clit with every breath. Like my clit needed any more encouragement. Fuck.
"Hi, Reo," she purred, sliding her arms around my middle and raking her fingernails up and down my bare belly. My shirt stopped just at the bottom of my ribs so the metal wouldn't scratch the back of the Strat when I played. Good for the guitar, bad for me at the moment. Fuck, I was wired.
"Hi, Darla. Careful, I'm sweating up a storm."
"You can drip on me anytime," Darla said, scraping a nail along the rim of my navel.
I grinned into her green eyes in the mirror and tried to hold still while my stomach muscles writhed beneath her fingers. This was the third night in a row she'd let me know she'd like to work me over. The tip of her moist pink tongue skimmed her pouty lower lip, and I imagined sucking on that tongue while I palmed her breasts and rolled her pebbly nipples between my fingers. She skimmed her fingers under my shirt and over the bottom of my breasts. I must have jerked, because she got a hungry look and leaned closer, her full, round tits flattening against my back, her breath hot on my neck.
"I bet you'd taste sweet." She rimmed my ear, and I felt it between my legs, felt the flat of her firm, hot tongue lapping up my come and whipping the underside of my clit. "Going to let me find out tonight?"
"Can't," I said, stopping the hand that was wandering toward my crotch. I grabbed the vodka that Marcia handed me and gulped gratefully, hoping the alcohol would do its job and take just enough edge off my hard-on so I didn't explode in my pants. That's not quite how I planned to end the evening. "But I appreciate the offer."
Darla sighed good-naturedly and looked around the rapidly emptying bar. "I don't see anyone waiting for you, and I've been sooo patient." She ground her crotch against my ass and whispered, "There's only so many times I can make myself come wishing you were fucking me before I just have to have some of the real thing."
"My real thing isn't available," I said, "but I'm sure you won't have any trouble finding some that is. Maybe like that tour guide I noticed swallowing your tongue while I was playing?"
"You're so not fun," Darla complained, mercifully abandoning my stomach and moving her hands up to my shoulders. She dug her thumbs into the tight muscles there and rubbed her body against my back like a cat. "You're really not going to go to bed with me?"
I sighed at how good her hands felt and shook my head. "I'm really not."
Marcia wiped down the bar, watching us with an amused expression. "Got a hot date waiting, Reo?"
"As a matter of fact," I made a show of checking the time in the neon pink clock over the bar as I finished my drink, but I knew exactly what time it was. "I do."
I stood, kissed Darla on the cheek as she slid onto the stool in my place, and headed back to my cabin. My clit was still stiff, but now it ached not with frustration, but with sweet anticipation.
Road trips are hell, on both of us. Five years and it still hasn't gotten any easier leaving her for even a few days—let alone a few weeks. I never thought I needed order in my life until I met her. Until her, I thrived on playing guitar until three a.m., partying until six, fucking whoever I stumbled out with, and-sleeping until two. Then getting up and starting all over again. My life had been an inferno of music and sex and I'd been burning fast.
Funny, I didn't meet her on the road. I met her in a business meeting right after the first cruise, five years ago tonight. The band had finally gotten a contract offer, and we needed an entertainment lawyer. Alana was the attorney. Ten years older, sophisticated, beautiful and smart. I sat in her office staring at her full, ripe mouth and her sleek legs crossed oh-so-casually—and showing just a hint of thigh. While trying to catch a peek at her cleavage beneath the expensive silk blouse, I didn't hear a thing she said about percentages, rights or agents. All I wanted to do was push her back into her posh leather chair, shove her Armani skirt up to her hips and fuck her until she screamed. I left the office with the rest of the band, walked around the block by myself after begging off a victory drink or ten, and went back.
"Did you forget something?" Alana asked when she answered the door herself.
I looked past her and saw that her secretary was gone and most of the lights were turned off. She was closing up.
"Yeah." My voice—the voice me and my three best friends were betting our futures on—came out hoarse and thick.
"What's that?" she asked, reaching back to release the clasp that held her midnight black hair coiled at the back of her neck. It dropped in thick waves around her shoulders as she reached out and flicked a short polished nail over my nipple. I grabbed her wrist and pushed through the door.
"I forgot to tell you how much I want to fuck you."
"If you do," she gasped, her teeth already on my neck as she dragged me to the floor, "you'll have to get another lawyer."
"You can give me a referral later," I groaned, sliding my hand up her skirt to cup her hot, silky sex. I shoved die flimsy barrier away and the next second I was in her.
And that's when everything changed. I fucked her, and she fucked me back, and when I came to my senses—sprawled in the middle of her thick Persian carpet, her mouth sucking my breast and her fingers still twitching inside my pulsing cunt—I knew I wouldn't be fucking anyone else, ever again.
She had a high-powered job she loved, and I needed the music like air. I needed to travel, and she couldn't always get away. I needed to rock, and when I did, I needed her.
I let myself into the cabin, poured myself another inch of vodka and sprawled on the sofa in the sitting area. Then, whispering a prayer to whatever genius figured out wireless ship-to-shore satellite transmission, I called Alana.
"Happy anniversary, baby," I said when she answered.
"Happy anniversary, lover," she replied in her rich, creamy voice. "Are you back in your cabin?"
"Uh huh. You in bed?"
"Mmm. I took a nice long bath and then slipped between our nice cool sheets. I've been lying here thinking about you up on stage, hot and sweaty and dripping with sex."
"The hot and sweaty part is right, at least," I laughed, absently rubbing my free hand over my belly.
"I've seen you perform, remember?" she whispered. "How hard is your clit right now?"
"Hard enough to cut glass."
"Mmm, I'll bet. Did you come after your set?"
"No," I said through gritted teeth, because just the sound of her voice had my cunt pounding like mad.
"How many girls were waiting to get you off?"
"Only a dozen or so."
She laughed, the warm, throaty sound she made when she was about to take my clit in her mouth. "And you waited, with a hard-on that bad?"
Her voice had gotten just a little bit breathy, her words a little slower. "Are you fingering your cunt?" I asked.
"Not yet," she sighed. "I'm just holding myself, squeezing my lips a little to make my clit nice and fat. Was Marcia there?" •
"Uh huh." I loved to watch Alana masturbate, stroking and massaging her smooth cunt until
it was red and swollen and shining with come.
"Did you think about her ... sucking you off? About. .. her soft, wet... mouth around your clit?"
"Maybe." I gripped the crotch of my leathers and rubbed my thumb over the bulge of my clit. Alana had met Marcia on one of the cruises and had figured out instantly we had a history. She'd made me tell her all about it while I fucked her one night, coming all over my hand when I described me leaning against the wall and blowing my load in Marcia's mouth. "Maybe for just a second I thought about riding her face until my clit exploded."
"But you didn't, did you?"
"You know the answer," I said roughly, rubbing the leather over my brutally, relentlessly hard clit. "You're fingering yourself now, aren't you?"
"A little." She already sounded half-gone. "Oh lover, it feels good."
I leaned back and closed my eyes, listening to her breathing become more and more ragged, watching in my mind's eye as she swept the tip of her smooth, shiny nail back and forth underneath the hood of her clit, teasing it until her clit stood up stiff and purple. She liked me to lick the head of her clit while she played with it. She'd want to come soon. "Do you need me to suck you, baby?"
"No," she gasped. "I need you to... fuck me... until I... oh God... I want to come all over you."
"There's plenty of time for that."
"Oh," she whispered, a small, broken sound. "I really need to come, lover. Don't make me wait tonight."
I could faintly hear the slick sound of her hand circling in her cunt, faster and faster as her hips pumped higher. "Is your clit swollen?"
"Oh, God, yes."
"Is it wet?"
"Mmm, slippery. Slippery and hot." A shaky breath ... a tremulous sigh. "Oh, and it's so hard now."
"Are you playing with it?"
"Uh huh. I have to. I want to come, lover, please. Can I?"
"Yes ... but not just yet."
A whimper. "But I'm so close."
"Then you better stop touching."
"Ooo, no," she wailed. "I can't. I'm going to come so hard. So hard."
She was panting, every breath a little cry.
"But you're a good girl, aren't you? You won't come unless I let you, will you?"
"No, uh uh uh... oh God. Oh God, baby. Oh, I'm going to come. Oh. Oh!"
"Damn it, stop! Stop it right now."
"Oh, please," she screamed, before ending with a choked sob.
"That's it, baby, just breathe." I sat forward, my eyes tightly closed, and willed her to hold on. "That's it," I said soothingly. "Breath until you slide away from the edge." I waited, listening to her pant. "Ready to try again?"
"Yes. Yes."
"Don't touch your clit yet."
"I'll be good. I won't come," she begged desperately. "Please. Please let me touch. I won't come."
"One finger."
"Where?" A tremulous plea.
"On top of your clit. Slide the hood back and forth with just your fingertip."
Incoherent sounds. I thought she might be crying.
"Feel good, baby?" I asked tenderly.
"Uh huh. Uh huh. I need to jerk off. I won't come. I won't come. I promise. Please. Let me jerk off just a little. Oh, God, my clit aches..."
I laughed. "You'll come. I know you."
"No. No. I promise. I won't. I won't. Oh... oh that's good."
"I didn't say you could squeeze it."
"Don't you want to hear me come? Can I... for you? Don't you... oh, I'm going to come so hard... come for you... you like that... when I... don't you..."
She was babbling. I knew she was losing it and I knew what she needed. "Rub it faster."
"Oh that's making me come," she blurted.
"Keep going. Do it harder."
"It's starting... big, so big... oh! Oh! God! Oh I'm ..."
A high, faint whine rose into a screaming wail that went on forever. Then... nothing but rasping breaths and plaintive little cries. I sagged back, listening to her moan, and pictured her curled up on her side, stroking her swollen cunt with trembling fingers. She'd keep at it, plucking and rubbing her clit until she came again, but I couldn't wait for her encore. I yanked open my pants and grabbed my clit, strumming the stiff shaft between my fingers while her sharp, sweet pleasure notes shimmered through my cunt, an electric riff that fattened my clit and set me up to burn. My heels beat out a jittery rhythm on the carpet while I shot off in tense, heart-stopping silence.
Finally I expelled a long breath and groaned with relief.
"I came when you did that time," she sighed. "God that was nice."
"Yeah."
She laughed. "Are you falling asleep?"
"Yeah, maybe." Eyes still closed, my clit still in my hand, I kicked off my boots and rolled up on the couch. "I love fucking you."
"Are you playing tomorrow night?"
"Uh huh." My clit twitched and started to get hard again. Music and sex and her—each part of the other, forever linked.
"Then I'll see you after the last set, lover."
"I'll be rockin' for you, baby."
Gonna be another cruise to remember.
Invitation Only
Radclyffe
I know a lot of chicks get off on guitar players, but me, I like the drummers. Especially when they look like this one did— slinky and sexy in some kind of clingy white top that showed every pucker in her neat little nipples, and hip huggers that were so low they barely covered her pussy. The stretch of bare, tight belly in between was nice too. But mostly, it was her hands. Watching the way she fingered the wood and beat the rhythm out on the hot skins cradled between her thighs gave me some wood of my own, in addition to what I was already packing.
I'd skipped the talent show to catch this band, because I'd rather sit in a dark club like Medusa shooting tequila and watching girls wail and sweat and hump on stage than do most anything else. Except fuck one of them. Which was what I was hoping to do very soon.
"Hey," I said, squeezing my way through the maze of little, round tables that ringed the stage to where she was breaking down her gear. "Nice show."
"Thanks," she said brightly without looking at me.
I could tell she was used to fans trying to get a little piece of her attention, and probably other things, too. So I stepped up onto the stage and crowded her just a little. "What are you drinking?"
She looked at my face for the first time, and she didn't hurry as she took stock of the rest of me either. I knew I'd pass inspection in a tight white tee and black jeans. Nothing fancy, but then, I wasn't offering fancy. We were about the same height, except I was heavier and darker, which made me feel bigger than I was. She had spiky blond hair and a tiny lithe waist and those round, half-shell tits that made my mouth water. I hooked my thumbs over the waistband of my jeans and let the fingers of my left hand rest on the dick in my pants. It was eight inches long and two inches thick, and it made a big bulge. I don't usually load up quite so heavy for a night out, since after an hour or two with something that big crammed in my jeans my clit feels like someone’s been kicking it with steel-toed boots. But every now and then, like tonight, I like to be reminded just how righteously sweet it feels to finally get off under that big tool. When her gaze wandered down to my crotch and she smiled, my clit hammered against the backside of the dick like it was trying to bang its way out of my pants.
"Vodka rocks," she said, still checking out my package. "And my name's Lila."
"AJ. Let me get you that drink."
"Sorry." Lila shook her head. "Really sorry. Maybe next time. I've got someplace to be."
I pulled her against me so my dick settled in the dip of her pussy. "How much time could it take to get wherever? We're on a ship."
"Maybe I'm in a big hurry." She rolled her hips a lithe and rubbed herself on the rod in my jeans, giving my clit a healthy workout at the same time. Her smile got a little loose and her eyes the tiniest bit hazy as she tilted her head back and shot me an "I'm soo horny" look. "Maybe I've got a hot dat
e."
I snaked an arm around her waist and gripped her tight little ass. "You do. Right here."
"I'm going to a party," Lila whispered, riding me a little faster while she rubbed her tits back and forth against my chest. "It's invitation only."
"So invite me." I caught her earlobe between my teeth and sucked on it, wrapping my other arm around her and backing her against the wall. She whimpered a little, like I had hurt her, but I knew that wasn't it. She was just hot as hell, and I knew exactly what she wanted.
"Take me to the party so I can fuck you like you want to be fucked."
"My girlfriend will be there. We like to share." She was panting.
"I don't mind playmates." I licked her neck and shifted one hand to her breast. I thumbed her nipple and she dropped her head against the wall and moaned. "But the first time you come, it's going to be on my dick. Okay?"
She closed her eyes and rocked her head from side to side. She was into it, too into it, and I was afraid she might get herself off. I tweaked her nipple hard. "Okay?"
"Fuck," she said through clenched teeth, jerking upright. "Okay. Let's just go."
I stepped back, grabbed her hand and crushed it against my crotch. "I'm ready."
"Aren't you tough." Quicker than a grace note, Lila fisted my wood with her strong drummer's hand and beat me off so fast her wrist was a blur. I thought my legs were going to drop out from under me it felt so good. I've never had a girl jerk me to the finish line in my jeans, but she was ten seconds away from doing it. My clit was on the edge of blast off and flames ate away at my insides.
Determined to keep my cool, I twisted out of her grip. "And the first time /come, it's gonna be inside you. Now take me to the party."
"Keep up." She let go of my dick, clamped onto my wrist and dragged me off the stage and out into a service corridor. An elevator stood open and Lila jumped in, keyed a floor with her room card and climbed back onto me. She dug her fingers into my shoulders and wrapped one slender thigh around my hips so she could rub the length of her pussy over my dick. Then she buried her tongue in my mouth, and she felt so good everywhere, I almost let her steal the scene. But I knew if I let her, we'd both go off like Roman candles, and that wasn't what I had in mind. I grabbed her ass and swung her around so her back was to the wall and held her there with the weight of my hips and dick jammed between her thighs. Then I forced her head back with one hand under her chin, bit down on the side of her neck and palmed her breast at die same time. Lila shoved her fingers into my hair.
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