Beautiful Disaster

by Rye Hart

  Sometimes it was too much, and not having a proper hotel room to sleep in was making things worse.

  The show was as loud and thumping as it could have been. I took a cab over to the hotel everyone was staying at just to make sure they didn’t have an extra room. They were all booked up and I blinked away my tears, cursing the night I was going to have to spend on that damn bus again.

  After the show, my job was to make sure Drake got to where he was supposed to be. No partying on the bus, no allowing the guys to rope him into drinking. That was step one of my plan. I had to get Drake away from all the influences that caused his drinking to get worse. The target for reigning an addiction in wasn’t to stop completely, or even to get the person to admit the issue. It was simply to remove the triggers from their life that caused them to indulge in the first place.

  And his band members? They needed to be the first to go.

  “Let’s get you to your hotel room,” I said.

  “I’m goin’ out for a drink with the guys,” Drake said.

  “Nope. You’re going to your hotel room and going to sleep. We’ve got an early morning and the bus has to be cleaned down.”

  “Who the hell’s cleaning the bus down at eleven o’clock at night?” he asked.

  “The only people I could get to touch your bus while we were in town. I’m taking you back to your room so you can sleep, then we’re off again in the morning around seven.”

  “Wonderful,” he said.

  I dropped him off then told him I was going to park Hank’s car, which he allowed me to use to get Drake back and forth. I swung through a drive-thru fast food joint to get a drink and some fries, then I was off to the bus. Even though the bathroom was small, I was looking forward to a shower and a good night’s rest.

  Just me, hot water, cold soda, and resting in the big bed at the back of the bus.

  The hot water felt good against my skin as I allowed myself to relax. Finally, the sound of silence. That had been hard to come by so far, and I was grateful there were only four concerts. I wasn’t sure if I could handle anymore with this rowdy crew, especially with the plans I was going to be implementing with Drake. I wanted to help his drinking. If I couldn’t get him to stop, I at least wanted to get him to see that he had a serious problem.

  No substance should be used as a coping mechanism. Ever.

  I shut off the water and allowed the steam to waft around my body. I reached for a towel and wrapped it around me, trying to ignore the fact that it smelled like Drake.

  The bathroom door opening caused me to whip around.

  I saw the steam trickle through the door around a tall figure I instantly recognized. Drake was standing there, with his brooding stare and his devilish grin. He was looming over me as he stood in the doorway, blocking my only way out.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked

  “Forgot my bag,” he said.

  I heard something drop at his side as my eyes fell to the contents on the floor.

  In a flash, his arms were around me, holding me close to him as his lips descended onto mine. someone would see.

  His grip on me tightened as his lips slid down my neck. I felt myself caving in to him as my towel began to inch down my body. His arms were strong around me. His muscles were twitching underneath my fingertips. I went from pushing him away to tugging on his flannel shirt, hoping to get him closer to me as his lips met my ear.

  “I saw you pleasuring yourself on the bus yesterday,” Drake said.

  I felt my blood run cold as my eyes widened.

  “I heard my name fallin’ from your lips again,” he said.

  I was mortified. His eyes lifted to take in mine as I felt tears cresting them. He pressed a small kiss to the tip of my nose, his beautiful eyes never leaving mine. He pulled me from the bathroom as my towel fell to the floor, my body now naked in front of him.

  His eyes scanned me as he backed me toward the bedroom, pushing me to the bed as he kicked the door closed.

  “Jesus, you are beautiful,” Drake said.

  I felt my heart fluttering at the speed of light as I watched him remove his boots.

  “Much more beautiful than you realize.”

  Slowly, his body was revealed to me. All chiseled farm muscle and tan skin as his clothing fell to the floor.

  “I could hear how wet you were for me yesterday,” he said, as he placed his knee onto the bed.

  I was frozen to my spot, wondering what he was going to do next.

  “Are you wet for me now, Delia?” he purred.

  I watched him dip between my legs, his eyes peeking up from between my thighs. I watched him carefully as his back twitched with effort, tossing my legs over his shoulders. He wasted no time in licking a thick stripe up my pussy. folds

  I moaned as my back fell to the bed, my hands racing to his hair.

  I gripped him tightly and pulled him into me. His tongue cast me into a world I didn’t know existed. He parted my folds and I could feel myself growing wetter as his tongue lapped at my entrance.

  His nose was nuzzling my clit, causing me to jump and wiggle as his hands pressed into my hips. I felt his fingertips sinking into my skin, causing me to moan loudly. His tongue lapped up the length of my pussy, gathering my arousal onto his tongue as he slurped me down. I could feel my fingertips curling deeper into his scalp, tugging on whatever part of him I could grasp as my hips rolled into his lips.

  “Shit,” I said with a whisper. “Drake.”

  “Oh, I’m sure we could be louder than that,” he said.

  He licked me deeply and my moans grew to agonizing volumes. My back bowed, and my legs grew taut. I felt that deep burning sensation overtaking my body. My lips puckered as his tongue flicked my clit at lightning speed, and I felt my lungs being robbed of breath.

  “Drake. Please. Oh, fuck. Please.”

  He moaned into me and it threw me over the edge. His tongue raked against the spot that sent shivers down my spine. I shuddered against his skin as he smiled into me, chuckling into my pussy lips as he lapped deeper. Each lick sent me over the edge again and again, elongating my climax into a mind-dazzling length I’d never experienced before.

  I collapsed to the bed, heaving for breath as silver stars burst in my vision.

  “I was right,” Drake said as he gave me one last lick. “You do taste good ll.”

  I was shivering as he kissed up my body, my skin experiencing him for the first time. His lips wrapped around my nipple as he descended between my legs. I could feel his cock jumping against my skin. Holy fuck, that thing was massive. How in the hell was he going to fit?

  Drake’s lips came down onto mine as I tasted myself on his skin. It unlocked something in me. I threw my arms around him and licked his lips, loving the taste of my arousal on the sweaty saltiness of his skin.

  I rolled him over and kissed down his body, quickly making my way to his cock. I hadn’t ever given a blow job before, but I knew the basic premise. I settled between his legs and looked up at him, his eyes watching me closely as I stuck my tongue out. I licked from the base of his cock to his tip, gathering a bit of his pre-cum onto the tip of my tongue.

  But after that, I was lost.

  “Just do what I say,” Drake said, “I won’t steer you wrong.”

  I nodded as I kissed the tip of his dick, pulling a hiss from between his teeth.

  “Why don’t you wrap those pretty little lips around it?” he asked.

  I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took him in until I gagged.

  “Don’t hurt yourself. Just as much as you can handle. Once you’re there, wrap your hand around the rest of it.”

  For a man who wanted control, he sure wasn’t taking advantage of the situation. I could feel his legs shaking with need, but he was keeping his hips completely still. I situated myself over his cock, my lips already swelling around him. He groaned at the sensation and I got an idea as I wrapped my hand around his cock.

  I pumped with my hand
and sucked at his tip. I rolled my tongue around it, pulling more of that salted cum from his body. One hand of his was on his chest and the other was wrapping up in my hair, guiding the pace he wanted my mouth to keep. My cheeks were hollowed out from sucking and my hand was cramping around his girth. My jaw ached and my lips were swollen with exertion.

  “Oh yeah, Delia. Just like that.”

  I released my neck and let him bob my head on his cock. My hand stayed put, squeezing the base of it as his legs began to shake. His groans would turn to grunts and his gasps would turn to moans. I watched his body flush. I watched his eyes screw shut in pleasure. I watched his body roll into my mouth as his cock pierced my gag reflex, causing tears to rise to my eyes. His grip tightened in my hair as my tongue kept lapping at him, my body trying desperately to bring him the release he sought.

  “Do you wanna taste me, Delia?” he asked.

  I nodded against his cock, not knowing where the desire was coming from as his hips reared off the bed.

  He grunted as his legs pulled taut. His hand curled deep into my hair as his nails scratched against my scalp. I could feel his cock pulsing against my teeth, growing bigger as hot threads of cum pumped into my mouth. I gagged at the texture as I forced myself to swallow him down, drinking every drop of him as he collapsed back onto the bed.

  He was heaving with exhaustion as a light sheen of sweat gathered on his chest.

  His hand pulled my mouth from his cock with a pop as I sucked in a large breath of air. My jaw was quivering, but the glassy look in Drake’s eyes put a smile on my face. He had this goofy, lopsided little smile and he looked relaxed.

  For the first since I had met him, he actually look relaxed.

  CHAPTER 15

  Drake

  I could still taste her on my lips when I woke up the next morning. The sunlight was streaming through the small window on the bus and I could feel her pressed against me. She was asleep on the bed and rolled away from me, the covers all wrapped up around her body. But now I knew what she looked like underneath those covers. I knew what she tasted like when she lost control. I knew what she looked like giving herself over to me, and I was ready to have her again. I couldn't deny that I was attracted to her physically, but it was more than that. Everything about her drove me crazy, made me feel like a brand-new man. She made me want to be better, and no one since Shannon had ever managed to do that.

  I was ready to take her virginity and make her mine.

  It hadn’t taken long for her to fall into what we were doing. The blow job she’d given me last night had taken me to heights no experienced woman had ever gotten me. The innocence in her eyes and the eagerness she had to please me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

  Now, I wanted to feel her tight pussy around my cock.

  I reached over and rubbed her back as she started to stir. She stretched and groaned, her limbs reaching out as her back arched into the morning sun. Her ass rose in the air and it tugged at my cock, my hand reaching out to give it a little squeeze.

  Delia turned and looked at me, her sleepy eyes slowly coming alive.

  Oh, the things I wanted to do to her body.

  I was so fucking glad I’d left my bag on the damn bus. I would’ve missed this entire encounter had I not come back. Her wet body writhing against mine. The taste of her coming on my lips. The way she followed my every instruction as I taught her how to suck my cock.

  “What are you looking at?” Delia asked.

  ” “You,” I said. “I’m looking at you.”

  Pulling the blanket away from her shoulder, I kissed it as she sighed. Her head descended back into the pillow as she arched into my touch, my hand caressing her spine. I took that as an invitation to get cozy and pressed my chest against her body, feeling her turn into me as I pulled her closer.

  My lips descended onto her breast, feeling her rolling into me as her fingers ran through my hair.

  I kissed up her neck, raking my teeth against her skin as she gasped. My lips found the shell of her ear as she shuddered, my hands exploring her body. My fingertips parted her folds, finding her already wet for me as I chuckled in her ear. She gasped at the warmth and I watched goosebumps trickle down her skin as I slowly slipped a finger into her.

  And fuck, she was tight.

  “Drake,” she said breathlessly.

  “If you thought last night was good,” I said, into her ear, “just wait until my cock slides into you. Slowly. Torturously. Every inch filling you full for the first time in your life.”

  I slid another finger in and stretched her, scissoring them and readying her body with her own juices.

  “My skin brushing against yours. Our bodies writhing together in ecstasy. Toe-curling orgasms as I take you in positions you’ve only seen in your dreams.”

  I heard her draw in a shuddering breath as she bucked her hips into my hand.

  “My lips nipping at your breasts as my cock dives into your warmth. Your legs growing weak as I pin your wrists to the bed. My stubble raking across your skin.”

  I rubbed her shoulder with my morning stubble and she moaned into my ear.

  “Would you like that?” I asked.

  I removed my fingers from her juicy pussy and brought them to my lips. I licked her sweet juices off my skin, her eyes watching my every move. They were bright and fully awake, taking in the moment before my lips fell to hers.

  She rolled me over on top of her and I found her body spread for me, awaiting the intrusion I knew would have her screaming for more.

  I grinned down at the beautiful angel beneath me as her eyes connected with mine. There was a peace about her stare that gave me pause, taking in this moment so I could remember it. Reaching down, I grabbed my cock, lining it up with her entrance as I breached her folds with my tip.

  She tensed up and I dropped down to her, covering her mouth with mine as I slowly slid inside.

  Her hands raced to my back, her nails clawing at my muscles. My throat swallowed her whimpers as I tried to control myself. Her pussy was so tight and I could feel her virginity give way to me as I slid into her, and Delia’s entire body was trembling against mine.

  I sank to my hilt slowly, waiting for her to adjust around me. There was something within me that forced me to take it slowly. No matter how much I wanted to destroy her pussy and have her crying out my name, a little voice in the back of my mind told me to be gentle.

  So I was.

  Until she rolled her hips into me.

  Our lips broke apart and I slid from between her legs. I slid back into her, watching her eyes roll into the back of her head as I grabbed both of her hands. I pinned them above her, my mouth falling to her breasts as I rose up onto my knees.

  Shallow thrusts followed as her clit raked against my curls. I marked her tits as mine, sucking them as she moaned and whimpered. Her pussy was hot and her walls were fluttering. Her entire body was laid out on a silver platter for me as my cock and my lips feasted on her. My cock slid in her juices and her pussy folds were leaving wet marks against my skin. Her breathless moans were filling the room as the bus rocked on its chassis, boasting to the entire world who Delia now belonged to.

  “Drake. Oh shit. This feels—you are—oh—oh please don’t stop.”

  I released her hands and dropped to her lips. I captured them once again, tasting her sweet tongue against mine. Her legs wrapped around my hips as my legs spread out, my body slamming into hers. I could feel her jolting against me. I could feel her tits raking against my strong chest. Her hands were fingering my muscles, dancing around my biceps and tracing the outlines of the veins on my forearms.

  Her soft touches sent shivers down my spine and I could feel my balls pulling into me.

  “Come with me, Delia. Come around my cock.Fuck!”

  I rolled deep into her body as she came apart underneath me. I felt her walls hold me in their vice grip, pulling me deeper into her as I pumped my load into her body. I held myself up off her , watching her fa
ce scrunch in pleasure as her jaw unhinged. I slid my tongue into her mouth, lapping at her sweetness as we swallowed one another’s groans.

  I collapsed on top of her, cloaking her with my body as my cock stilled between her legs. I could feel our wetness running down my balls, our foreheads rested against each other as our lips parted.

  Slowly, I rolled away from her and reached for my cell phone. I ordered us some breakfast from a place up the road and had it delivered to the bus. I watched Delia get up and reach for her towel, wrapping it around her body as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

  Was she embarrassed at being naked? Or embarrassed that she’d slept with me?

  Either way, we didn’t have any time to dwell on it. We had to eat quickly and clean ourselves up before everyone got back to the bus. Delia was back to being her quiet and reserved self, typing away on her laptop and doing whatever bullshit she had to get done.

  Delia climbed back into her bunk and I moved toward the fridge. I stooped low to grab a beer, ready to chug it back after the ten hours I’d just experienced with her. But as I rose up from the fridge and held the beer in my hands, I found my body craving something else.

  Coffee.

  My body wanted just coffee. With a little bit of milk and a spoonful of sugar.

  Like I used to drink it.

  CHAPTER 16

  Delia

  I couldn’t believe it. How the hell could I have been so stupid? My mother was rolling over in her grave right now, and my father would probably take me to confession if he knew about this. One rule. I had one rule going into college. I’d broken it. After being seduced and lured into Drake’s mesmerizing trap.

  No sex before marriage. That was it. It wasn’t that hard, and I’d gotten through twenty-five years of my life without it. I did things myself, I relieved what I had to with my hands, and I went on about my business. No men, no dicks, no penetration. Shit, I’d never even dated just to deprive myself of the temptation.