“Mmmmph, I’m coming, baby…” He groaned and his leg muscles flexed as she pulled him out of her mouth. Helen ran her tongue down the side of his cock, moving both hands up and down his length, as she breathed hard down on his skin. She opened her eyes and glanced up at him, before his entire body stiffened. Marcus’s juices shot out of his cock, as he shuddered through an aggressive orgasm that left his legs shaking. A broad smile lit up her face, as she squeezed the last drop out of his quivering shaft. Letting go of his cock, Helen grabbed the side of the bathtub of support and stood up, staring up at him.
“I should punish you for that.” Marcus panted, desire written all over his face, as she leaned in towards him.
“Go ahead,” she encouraged, her voice sexy. “I’ve been a bad girl,” Just when she finished her sentence, Helen raised her leg over the side of the bathtub. “You’re going to have to catch me first.” She went on, stepping onto the floor. Willing to tease him, she sprinted across the bathroom and then turned right and into the hallway. Running into his bedroom, Helen picked up Marcus’s guitar and eased it against the wall to the right, as his footsteps became louder. She jumped into bed and rolled over onto her back, wondering what he meant by “punishment”. Whatever it was, she was too aroused to venture a guess. Spreading her legs, she fixed her gaze on the door to the right, as he stopped under the doorframe.
“I’m ready for that punishment,” Helen whispered, looking up into his hungry eyes, as he closed the distance between them.
“Some other time,” Marcus uttered, climbing into bed. “No more teasing for tonight.” She spoke no more. All Helen did was stare at him, as he lay on top of her. Bending his head towards her, he pressed his lips against her mouth. Feeling a burning lust inside her, she curled her arms around his masculine back, as he cupped her right cheek. His other hand landed on her hip, before she wrapped her legs around his waist. Helen could feel the moisture on his cockhead, as it rubbed against her stomach. Much to her optimistic delight, he was raging hard. Her hands glided over his back, as he slid his right hand across her stomach. Marcus grabbed his cock and aligned it with her entrance, as their kiss grew in intensity.
“Oh, yeah…” Helen whimpered, as he pushed through her tightness. “Come on. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.”
Shoving his manhood deep inside her, he licked along the seam of her lips. She tilted her head back, as he slipped his hand up and into her hair, stroking her with fast, hard thrusts. Helen squeezed her eyes shut, feeling his every inch in her depths, as she grabbed and held onto his back. Marcus knitted his fingers through her hair, his warm breath on her skin making her body tingle, as he laid a long, fiery kiss on her chin. His muscles flexed beneath his skin, as his sensual penetration quenched her desire. Leaning back, he pulled his hand out of her hair. He ran his gaze down Helen’s curvy body, as she flexed her leg muscles around him. Marcus reached towards her, groaning louder as she grabbed his wrists. She led his hands to her breasts, biting her lower lip as she gazed up at his gritted teeth inside his mouth.
“God, your hands feel so good.” Helen moaned, as he squeezed both of her breasts. “Faster, baby.”
Her encouragement put an intense smile on his face. Tucking his legs under him, Marcus quickened his pace, watching her breasts bounce up and down, as she released his left wrist. Helen brought her hand closer to her face, as he rubbed her nipples with his thumbs. She slipped her index finger into her mouth, forcing a deeper groan out of him. The fact that her simple move aroused him so much made her stomach churn. But, she was not done teasing him. Helen cast her eyes down his sculpted body, sucking on her finger, as he plunged deeply into her. The sight of his muscles, flexing with every thrust sent her to heaven. Still, something else sent waves of molten pleasure, coursing through her body: Marcus’s big, stiff cock as it went in and out of her. Pulling her finger out of her mouth, she rested the tip between her lips, as her gaze shot up to his face.
“I’m going to come …” She exhaled with a moan, as he lightly pinched her nipples. “God, I’m going to come so hard.”
“I’m coming, too.” He groaned, licking his upper lip. “It’s so hot in your pussy; so fucking hot and wet.”
“Awww, yeaaaaah!” Helen whimpered as she tossed her head back, as his statement sent her over the edge. She spread her legs wide, desperate to feel his massive cock deeper, as he squeezed her breasts once more. Clenching her vaginal muscles around his shaft, she was suspended in a haze of breathtaking lust. Helen’s moans turned into screams of pleasure. Her entire body stiffened and shuddered in orgasmic bliss, as he pounded her dripping wet pussy. Marcus pulled out, his own body trembling as he gripped his cock. He jerked it fast and hard, before his powerful orgasm catapulted through him. Two streams of his juices landed on Helen’s stomach, as he struggled to catch his breath. He tumbled into bed beside her and rolled over onto his back. She rewarded him with a kiss on his chest and snuggled up against him, with a smile of contentment on her face.
“Be there for me, huh?” She purred, as he circled his left arm around her back. “You were amazing.”
“Thanks. What was I supposed to say?” Marcus wondered, “…the actual words? Nah. You were pretty great, too.”
“I wasn’t expecting this tonight,” Helen admitted, grazing her fingers up his stomach. “I thought you were going to shoot me down again.”
“Actually, I was hoping you’d show up.” His words forced her to look up at him.
“You were?” She asked in a voice filled with surprise.
“I think I overreacted last night.” Marcus gave a sad nod. “I mean, sure, dating each other won’t be easy, but we can be careful. Besides, you won’t be here long.”
“Would you, um…” Helen faltered. “Consider playing the guitar on the beach at night? I’m only asking because you said we need to be careful.”
“It depends on the beach,” Marcus replied, his voice calm and steady, “… and the day. Most of them are swamped on weekends. Why?”
“Because, I think it would be great for you and James to play together.” Helen made her voice sound sweeter “Michelle can sing. I think it’s going to be really wonderful.”
“We’ve been talking about that since he got here.” He told her. “We haven’t played together since high school. We were going to play tomorrow night. Tomorrow’s my day off.”
“That’s great!” She chirped, as her eyes sparkled with excitement. “Where would you play?”
“Butterfly Beach,” he was quick to answer, “At my cousin’s beach house.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” Helen laughed. “I’d love to see you guys play.”
“You should get some sleep.” Marcus suggested, his voice coming out a little drowsy. She gazed deep into his eyes, but she would not speak. Helen chose to close her eyes and rest her head on his chest, as he caressed her hair. A feeling of security washed over her, as she drowned in his scent. Her mysterious biker had given her an incredible night; she could not be happier.
Everything about tonight was just unbelievable. Great food, hot sex… I couldn’t have wished for anything better. And tomorrow? Well, I think that’s going to be just as great.”
14
The moon cast its dreamy light over the calm waters of Butterfly beach. Eagerly anticipating the moment that James and Marcus would entertain them, Helen and Olivia were in a very festive mood, whereas Michelle did not share their enthusiasm. The young singer still had doubts about singing that night; with good reason. Her next concert was only two days away. Performing so close to the date of the venue could wear her voice down. Michelle was also frustrated by the fact that Helen would not discuss the night before whatsoever. Despite her constant requests to share at least some details with her, her friend kept her mouth shut. It was not a matter of trust for Helen. She considered Michelle a good friend of hers. Nevertheless, she knew very well that a detailed narrative of her night with Marcus would most likely upset her. Michelle had made it very clear
to them that she wanted to focus on her career. Dating was out of the question for her. Should Helen describe her encounter with her new boyfriend, she would make her miss having a personal life even more.
The three friends sat down on the sand, waiting for James and Marcus to bring over some bonfire wood. Gina had notified Olivia that they would be a little late, as she and Rick had been stuck in traffic.
“Gorgeous.” Michelle remarked, as the flash on her cell phone lit up the night. “I just can’t get enough of that sky.”
“You should hang out with James more often.” Olivia joked. “He woke up at 5:30am to catch a glimpse of the sunrise. He said it inspired him.”
“That’s the man you married, Liv.” Helen voiced her opinion, tapping her friend on the back. “I hope he came up with something good.”
“He did, but he took it a little further than that.” Olivia said; a hint of concern in her voice, as a light breeze blew through their hair. “He mentioned something about ‘being closer to the sea more often’. When I asked him, he said he would like to live at a coastal city, as long as I was there with him.”
“And you don’t like that?” Michelle wondered. “I’d love to live in L.A. New York’s just too darn cold, not to mention loud.”
“I like L.A., too, Michelle.” Olivia declared, turning her head to the left to face her. “Things move slower here. But, all my friends are in New York.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but, you’re his, what’s that thing called again?” Helen paused and looked up into the sky. “Oh, yeah: his muse. James is really talented, Liv. He could be stranded on the freaking moon and he’d still come up with lyrics. He doesn’t need mountains or beaches. He just needs you.”
At that moment, two, faint, male voices drew their attention. James and Marcus were coming their way, with big piles of wood in their arms.
“We have a rehearsal scheduled for tomorrow morning. I’ll talk to him.” Michelle stated. “By the way, I totally agree with Helen. Besides, he said he’d only do it if you followed him, right?”
“Yeah,” Olivia said with a nod.
“Then you have nothing to worry about.” Michelle smiled at her. “All you have to do is say ‘no’.”
“What are you kids talking about?” James asked, easing his pile down on the sand.
“Michelle’s next venue;” Helen interjected, as Marcus set his the other pile on top. “How are the ticket presales?”
“Rick said the place would be packed,” James informed them, while pulling a matchbox out of his pocket, as Helen handed a bottle of oil over to Marcus. “It’s bigger than the last one: about twice as big, actually.”
“Sounds fun:” Michelle commented, as the fire roared into life.
“Lots of fun,” James winked at her. “We’ll be right back.”
“What’s up, bitches?” All of a sudden, Rick’s cheerful voice filled the air.
“Bitches?” Marcus squinted at James. “Who is this guy?”
“Long story:” James gave an amused snort, as the three women burst into loud, hearty laughter. “Come on. I’ll introduce you to them.”
“Damn it, Rick…” Michelle chuckled, burying her face into Olivia’s shoulder.
“Only someone as crazy as you would call those two that.” Frustration was lingering in Gina’s voice, as she approached James and Marcus. “Hi. I’m Gina: the lunatic’s girlfriend; nice to meet you.” Marcus offered his hand, but she was too upset to notice it. Instead, she passed by him and headed towards her friends.
“Evening, dear,” Olivia said, looking up at Gina over her right shoulder.
“It would be if he was less happy.” Gina grumbled, as Michelle made room for Gina. “What am I going to do with him? I swear, sometimes he is so damn cheerful that I want to smack him over the head.”
“Have fun with it.” Olivia advised, as Gina seated herself beside her. “James says he’s never seen him happier. You’re the reason, by the way.”
“That’s really flattering, but…”
“There is no ‘but’,” Olivia interrupted, her voice stiff. “I’ve seen the way you look at him. You love him, red. Ok, he may be a handful sometimes, but, he loves you, too. Hold on to him.”
“I second that.” Helen voiced her opinion. “It’s nothing a good, long conversation couldn’t resolve.”
“Thank you for your input.” Gina gave her a polite smile. “I’m sorry. We went out for lunch today. Do you know what he did to the waiter?”
“What?”
“He slapped his butt!” Gina said with her eyes wide open. “Why would a man do that to another man?”
“You don’t like sports, do you?” Michelle inquired, sporting a devilish smile on her face.
“No,” Gina responded, turning to her. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“It’s a ‘guy’ thing.” Olivia explained. “Guys do that a lot to each other. It’s like a pep talk. It’s just more physical.”
“Hello, chicas!” Rick cheered, extending his arms as he made his way towards the fire. “Check it out. The cowboys are coming.”
Helen averted her gaze from him and glanced at the beach house. James and Marcus were climbing down the stairs, with guitars strapped around their necks and, amazingly enough, cowboy hats on.
“Oh, he looks so good with that guitar on!” She exclaimed, her heart fluttering, as a broad smile spread across her face.
“I did not see that coming.” Olivia spoke in emphatic tones. “I mean the cowboy thing.”
“Well…” Michelle smirked, rising from the sand. “Excuse me, ladies. The –former—twerking queen must take up her seat between the two studs. For the next hour or so, your boys are mine.”
“Maybe,” James smiled down at her. “Not just yet, though. Sit back down.”
“I thought you wanted me to sing tonight.” Michelle spoke, confusion written all over her face.
“We do.” James assured, as Marcus sat across from Helen. “We just want to play a couple of tunes first, before you join us.”
Helen smiled playfully up at Marcus, before leaning over Olivia’s shoulder.
“He looks so cool and so hot at the same time.” She whispered in her ear. “I just want to jump him and do all kinds of sexy things to him.”
“I couldn’t have said it better myself.” Olivia nodded, casting a blissful glance at her friend.
“Silence, please.” James requested. “Alright, Marcus: Let’s show these ladies how we used to rock, back in the day. Three, two, one…”
At the finish of his friend’s countdown, Marcus started his performance with an upward strum. His middle and index fingers crossed the fret board quickly, before they began to play an unfamiliar, high-pitched tune. James followed, as Olivia smiled to herself. Clueless as to what they were playing, Helen turned to her.
“Bon Jovi,” Olivia whispered: “‘Wanted Dead or Alive’.”
The title appealed to her; yet the sight of his slender fingers, dancing across the fret board was far more enjoyable. And, when Marcus opened his mouth, he made her heart pound in her chest. His voice was not nasal like Jon Bon Jovi’s, but he seemed to have no problem with the pitch at all. On the contrary, he sang passionately with his old friend, glancing at him every few seconds, as melodic chords filled the night. James was savoring every second of this, just as much as Marcus. It was in those few minutes that Helen understood the bond between the two men. They had been music buddies, long before she met him. Reunited and with a bigger zest for life, they performed side by side, as the flames reflected in their eyes…
It's all the same, only the names will change
Every day, it seems we're wasting away
Another place where the faces are so cold
I'd drive all night just to get back home
I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days
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br /> And the people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when you're alone all you do is think
And I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back
I play for keeps, 'cause I might not make it back
I've been everywhere, and still I'm standing tall
I've seen a million faces and I've rocked them all
'Cause I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
'Cause I'm a cowboy, I got the night on my side
I'm wanted dead or alive
And I ride dead or alive
I still drive, dead or alive
James and Marcus concluded their performance with a downward strum, just before the four women and Rick burst into a long round of applause. Mesmerized, Helen locked her gaze on Marcus’s face. His bright smile reappeared, as he high-fived his joyous friend.
“Thank you, ladies. And gentleman.” James grinned, nodding at the same time.
“I’m impressed,” Michelle confessed. “I thought you guys wouldn’t pull it off, but ‘wow.’ That was great.”
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