by K. T Fisher
Silently in my head I note down that a doctor’s appointment is needed, I need to go back on the pill!
Cole's fingers leave my ass and I feel him reaching over me. I lift my head to try and look back at him and see him reaching over to the bed side drawers. He takes out a tube and my eyes widen as I watch him squirt the shiny lube all over his covered cock. He fists himself as he looks down at me. “Good job I bought this with me.”
Fuck he looks hot!
Cole then covers his fingers with the lube and squirts some onto my ass, right in the middle of my cheeks. It’s cold and makes me shiver. I turns my head back into the pillow as he brings his fingers to my ass. He gently rubs, back and forth. It feels a little weird at first but the more I get used to it, the better it becomes. As I begin to lift my ass Cole takes that as his signal to then dip his fingers in. It’s a shock but he rubs my clit with his other hand, making me welcome both fingers more and more. As the attention on my asshole feels better, he leaves my clit and focuses on my rose. The slight probing and soft inserts begin to make me moan. It's a very different feeling, but still good, an unforbidden pleasure that makes me enjoy it more. I thrust my ass back onto his finger and I feel him slowly add another and I gasp. As his fingers prepare me I know what I want. I want his cock to replace his fingers, no matter how much he will stretch me. I want that piercing of his to touch where it hasn't before. I know Cole wants it, and I want to please him in every way I can.
“More.” I ask on a breathless moan.
Cole’s fingers leave me and he places a kiss on my back before he begins to slowly insert himself. At first I tense, it's a completely different sensation, different from his fingers, but not entirely painful. Cole senses my discomfort and gives me more kisses along the top of my back and I begin relax. His tender touch adding to my new sensations. I feel Cole's hand as he reaches under me and plays with my soaking wet and hard clit again. He slides his rock hard cock further into me as I accept his thickness. I groan loudly when he's balls deep, that ball on his tip pressing further. My pussy feels left out at this point, jealous that my ass is getting all of the fun. Cole's finger rubs quicker but my pussy still wants the hard and deep fucking only his cock can give me.
"You ok Lace?"
I nod to answer him and grind my ass against him.
"You dirty bitch." He slaps my ass again, harder this time.
He begins to fuck my ass harder this time. It feels so strange, but so fucking good at the same time. His balls slap against my pussy and it only makes me more wet as his finger continues to play with me. They give me that extra attention I need and I start to get used to the feeling, so my pleasure doubles. All of this together along with his cock pumping my ass works wonders and makes me come loud and hard. A growling from behind me tells me Cole shortly follows.
Chapter Four
Lacey
The next morning I nervously gather the few things I unpacked for my one night stay and get ready for my first official day on tour with the band. Dressed in my berry colored tight dress that ends below my knee, paired with my trusty black Converse, I hold tightly onto Cole's hand as we ride the elevator down, with Frank the bodyguard again.
I felt a little awkward watching hotel staff collect my bags for me this morning and take them down to the car park. That's just not me, I take my own bags. Hell, they don't even offer it in the places I've stayed in!
To not risk getting swamped by the screaming fans from last night, we’re taken to a different route through the back entrance of the hotel. We walk out into a quiet car park that's completely surrounded by high brick walls and barbed wired along the top. No second guessing this hotels secrecy when it comes to people in the public eye who want to make a quiet get away.
I'm pleased though. At least I don't have to deal with the screamers again at this time in the morning.
Cole leads me across to the very large vehicle parked in the middle of the concrete floor. It's blacked out everywhere and bigger than I ever imagined. I walk closer and I actually feel intimidated by the size of the tyres! All my nerves about joining this tour and the unknown of the rock world all come the surface as I follow Cole up the steps from the tour bus front door. I step on board and stop in my tracks. Oh my god. I'm not the cleanest of people, but fucking hell this place is a dump!
Takeout boxes are stacked high on the sides, along with dirty dishes piled in the sink. The floor is wooden and looks like it needs a good clean. There's a smell lingering in the air and I don't like it. I scrunch my nose up and Cole gives me a sly shrug. "Sorry baby, what can I say? We're dudes."
I snicker sarcastically. "That's no excuse for this."
I look around at the filth, opening any windows I can find to let some fresh air in. Cole begins his tour, taking me further into the bus. There's the front main area where there's seating and a TV. Cole shows me that one of the sofas actually folds out to be a bed, handy. Just off that is the small and very dirty kitchen. Then there's two doors facing each other. Cole shows me one is a shower room and the other one is a tiny room where the toilet is. I grimace from the smell as soon as he opens the toilet door. I spot a small window in the corner and point for Cole to open it, and he does as he laughs. At least the toilet and shower are separate. We then pass two beds, I thought from the books I’ve read about rock stars that these would be tiny bunks but they’re not at all. The beds are bigger than a single, but smaller than a double bed. One is on the bottom and one on the top, like bunk beds. They each have a black curtain to give the sleeper privacy. To say these are beds on a tour bus, they're not that bad. I wouldn't mind sleeping here at all. Cole then shows me to the back where there's a tiny room. It's not so bad in here, but it's basic. Wooden wardrobe, mirror in the corner and a bed with black sheets. My bags are already on the bed waiting for me.
I place my hands on my hips and shake my head. "This place is a dump."
Cole laughs and places his arms around me. "I'll tell the guys we need to clean it up a little."
My eyes widen, "A little? Cole, this needs a lot of cleaning." I start laughing and Cole looks a little confused. "Oh my God, Roxie is a clean freak! She's going to die."
Just then I hear my best friends shout as she arrives on board the tour bus. "Oh hell, fucking no!"
Cole freezes and I quirk and eyebrow in an 'I told you so' manner.
"Lacey! Get your ass out here. We need to fix this shit."
My head tilts back as I groan loudly. This time it’s Cole who laughs as he leads me to the front where Roxie is standing looking mortified at her surroundings.
"No way, Mason! I can't stay on here with it like this." She opens the fridge and quickly shuts it again. Her cheeks puff out and she places her hand over her mouth. "Tell the driver we need to go to the supermarket first. I need to fix this shit hole."
***
Three hours later the bus looks totally different than it did before!
If I hadn’t helped out with the cleaning, I would think this was a completely different bus all together.
After Roxie had made her demands, Mason ran off to find Booker and Tate along with the driver Ronny. He's a big guy covered in tattoos and has the longest beard I've ever seen.
When we arrived at the supermarket, Roxie dragged me out and we made a mad dash around for cleaning supplies and food to stock up in the fridge, tiny freezer and empty cupboards. There was so much stuff, we had to ring the guys to come and help us. Not wanting to risk anyone noticing them and starting a riot, they sent out their slaves. Oh sorry, I meant to say roadies, not that there seems to be a difference.
The guys bless them, actually tried to help with some of the cleaning as we made our journey on the road. Roxie being her picky self when it comes to cleaning told them to leave it and go away. This left just me and Roxie to do the whole bus. I unfortunately passed Roxies test of trust with cleaning because I'm used to this side of her from our years living together.
As I walk up towards the front and relax
my aching back on one of the sofas, Cole looks up from the bands computer game tournament. He passes the control pad to Tate and joins me. Cole lifts me and settles me on his lap and begins stroking my hair. Breathing in his scent and feeling his fingers run through my hair sends me into a sleep I can't fight against.
***
I wake up on the bed that is now mine and Cole's for my duration of the tour. I look up and see Roxie sitting on the edge of the bed and she looks amazing. Her black shiny hair is smoothly tied back into a ponytail that hangs down her back. Her hazel eyes are lined by black eyeliner and her lips are a glossy red that matches her red dress.
I slowly sit up, stretching as I go. "Wow Rox."
She looks down at herself and smirks. "Yeah I know." I listen out for the bands voices but it's dead silent. "The guys have stepped out to check out the venue and do a sound check. Thought I'd come and wake you up because you need to get ready."
I look over at what Roxie is wearing and sigh. "Get ready? I thought I'd just wear jeans and a shirt."
This makes her laugh. "Lace, it's a rock concert. You need to look the part, especially seeing as you’re with the leading man."
She does have a point. I’ve got some clothes suitable enough to throw an outfit together. Depending on how many shows that are scheduled, I think I may need to have a shopping trip as soon as possible. I make my way over to my case in the corner and throw it open, rummaging my way through the clothing that's no good. I become frantic as I quickly pull out jeans and shirts that are useless to me right now! I feel a hand on my shoulder, then another on my hand.
"Lace, chill the fuck out."
I sit back on my ass, "I'm just nervous."
"All you gotta do is look hot and stand by Cole."
I look up to her and smile. It sounds so simple, but I can't ignore the fact that now the first gig is here and I'm scared shitless. Roxie leans forward and plants a soft kiss on my forehead. She's so close that her breath lands on my face.
"You know, I too know how to settle your nerves."
Her eyes travel down to my breasts and she bites on those red lips of hers. Dammit! I bet I have a fucking kiss mark on my forehead!
"Roxie", I warn. Roxie leans back and rolls her eyes.
"Let's get you ready then."
She spots my black leather leggings and holds them up. "These will do."
I grab them as she looks through my clothing some more. Roxie finds my simple blue vest and smirks. "Perfect."
"Roxie, I don't think that looks right." I hold up both items looking at them both.
Roxie just smiles. "Just get dressed and I'll be back in a few."
When she leaves the room I think 'why the hell not' and get dressed in what she picked out for me. I probably would have gone for one of my dresses but I'll go along with what Roxie has suggested. If only to cheer her up, which it seems to have done. Apart from the pass she made at me, she had a genuine smile just now, a lot better than I've seen in the previous couple of days.
When I'm dressed in the leather looking tight as sin trousers and the simple blue vest top I look into the full length mirror and frown. Just as I thought, I don't look right at all!
Roxie walks in and smiles at the sight of me. "Good you're dressed. Mason just text me, they will be back in ten minutes and we need to be ready when they are."
I look down at myself. "Roxie, I look ridiculous."
"Well that's because I haven't finished with you yet." She giggles and reveals the pair of scissors in her hand.
She steps closer and demands I stay still. Then I watch with wide eyes as she rips and snips away at my blue vest. When she’s finished, she steps away and looks pretty pleased at her work. I step aside to look at myself in the mirror and gasp. My top is ruined, but for good reason. She has slashed the bottom so you can now see my belly button and there's a gash across the top of my breasts. Not in a slutty way, but you can see my breasts, but not too much. Roxie holds out my black heels and I slip them on. I got to hand it to her, I look great. Hopefully, I will fit right in.
I manage to finish my make-up just before I hear Cole and the others return. I just put a brush through my hair and left it down and made my make-up fit enough for any rock chick supporting her rock star boyfriend. Eyes black rimmed and eyelashes coated.
Cole quickly steps into the room and stops dead in the doorway. He stands and stares at me as I patiently wait for his reaction but Cole just continues to look at me without a single expression other than shock. Oh god, do I not look right? Do I look stupid?
"Cole?"
He immediately storms over to me and stops in front of me. His hand reaches to my cheek. "Fuck, you're so fucking sexy Lace."
My stomach spins at his words. My heart starts to beat faster. "I look ok?"
Cole laughs and places his hands on my shoulders, spinning me around to face the mirror. He stands behind me as we both look at our reflection. Cole's hands wonder to my naked skin on my lower stomach.
"You really have to ask me that?" He kisses my shoulder and looks back at the mirror, sweeping his gaze over my body. "You're so sexy." I watch as his hands slide over my body. One hand reaches my breast and squeezes hard enough to make me gasp. "I don't think I want you to come and watch tonight."
My happiness fades at his words. Cole sees this and turns me now to face him. "I don't want any other man to look at you. Looking this sexy I fucking know they will." His eyes wonder over me again and he growls. "You're mine Lacey and they all need to know that."
His mouth lands on my neck, sucking so hard it hurts a little. When he's done, he pulls back and looks to where his mouth just was. "There."
I look in the mirror and gasp. "Cole!"
Right on show for everybody to see, on the side of my neck is a bright love bite. I’m angry, but weirdly turned on by his possessiveness.
Cole just laughs and goes over to the tiny wardrobe. He lifts his top over his head, revealing his perfect chest. My anger fades in an instant as I stare. His muscles clench and tighten as he undresses and changes for the show. Heat pools between my thighs. Fuck me Cole is the image of a bad boy rocker every girl fantasizes about with the abs to drool over and tattoos you itch to see more of.
Cole turns and sees the expression on my face. "Oh no baby, we're late already."
He grabs hold of my hand to lead me out of the bedroom. As we make our way through the bus, we see it's empty. Outside the blacked out windows I spot them all waiting in the dark. Cole walks down the steps first into the fresh outdoors and holds my hand as I carefully make my way in my heels. Not only is he a sexy rock star, but he’s a gentleman too.
As soon as my feet hit the concrete ground I hear Booker from where he stands in the crowd of roadies.
"Holy fuck Lacey!"
Cole quickly turns to face him and I see Booker smile back. All the roadies are now staring our way and I don't miss how their eyes look appreciative at me in my newly made outfit. Coles hand tenses in mine and I place a hand on his hard back for reinsurance. Facing me again, his eyes soften. He grabs hold of my face, not so softly and kisses me. It's not a soft kiss, it's hard and rough. He's claiming me in front of everyone here and letting them know I belong to him and my insides warm a little more.
"Damn Cole! Let the girl breath!" Tate laughs.
Cole releases me and we smile at each other. I would love nothing more than to have Cole drag me back into our room and have his way with me, but he has a show to do. I guess I will have to wait.
"Yeah, everyone knows she's yours." I hear Roxie say. I look across at her as she stands by Mason. I'm sure I heard a little bit of anger in her voice but as I look at her now she smiles. Mason gives her a kiss and they walk off together, guarded by a large man and some roadies.
Chapter Five
Lacey
When the supporting band has performed, they decide to leave right away, but not before wandering up to Roxie and I though. The leading man walks over with an arrogant swagger and st
ops right in front of us. His eyes asses me as they look me over. "Well, look at you two gorgeous girls."
I see Roxie smile and I gawp at her. What the hell is she doing?
"Hi." She replies.
The man who is standing behind him, with his guitar still strapped around him, stands forward and winks at me. "You wanna join us? We're having a party back at our bus."
Right away, I am saved by a pissed off Cole. He storms pass them, bumping their shoulders and wraps his arm around me. Burying me under his arm and I love it. I feel safe now.
"What the fuck Remy? This is my woman."
The man with the guitar, who I now know is called Remy, sighs heavily. "Fuck, you always get the best ones."
