Strum Me

by Daisy Allen

“How could you not have known after that night that I’d never ever leave you…for Silas?”

  Neither of us have words that can explain our younger selves.

  “So.”

  “So.”

  “Maybe it’s better that you stayed,” Brad starts.

  “And maybe it’s better that you left,” I finish.

  “What now?”

  “I think, I think the universe was trying to tell us something. That it knows better than we do.” A single hot tear slides down my cheek. As much as I’d been fighting Brad, I hadn’t thought I’d have to say goodbye to the thought of us together again so soon.

  “Fuck the universe!” he says, and my breath catches.

  He pulls me against him, and his lips are finally against mine again.

  “Fuck the universe,” I mumble, repeating his words, my hands reaching up to brush through his hair, his face, and down his neck. I couldn’t stop now if I tried. And I won’t.

  “God, I could kiss you forever and not get tired of it,” he murmurs, his lips grazing against my neck.

  “You’re going to have to, because I’m going to want your mouth elsewhere,” I whisper to him, the moisture between my legs building just thinking of him moving his mouth there.

  “Fuck, did I just come?” he growls, his teeth biting into my shoulder.

  “Doesn’t matter if you did. I’ll just have to work harder to get you ready to fuck again with my mouth.”

  “Okay, that almost made me come, too. Shut your mouth, nymph.”

  I giggle as he pushes me onto the bed. I scuttle to the headboard, my legs stretched out in front of me.

  Brad watches me as I move, one hand unbuttoning his shirt as the other pulls the belt from its loops. He crawls onto the bed and slides his hands up my legs, pulling them up to bend at the knee, enveloping him. Before I realize what he’s doing, his hand slides down my inner thigh, and pushes aside my panties to slide a finger deep inside me.

  And it’s my turn to almost come on the spot.

  “Fuck…Brad,” I moan, my hips lifting off the bed.

  “God, I’ve waited so long to hear you say my name like that.”

  I feel his finger pull out of me, completely out. And I can’t help but push myself down toward him.

  “Easy, girl…don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

  I barely have a moment to reply before his finger is inside me again, this time deep, so deep his palm presses against my clit, sending a spasm through my body.

  “Oh, God. Yes.” The words fall from my mouth without any help from me.

  “Not ‘God,’ ‘Brad.’”

  “No, God, this is heavenly.”

  “It’s a little too dirty for heaven, baby.”

  His fingers drag along the inside of me and out again.

  I feel him position himself higher up on my body, and in the dark I watch him as his finger, gleaming with my arousal, slides into his mouth. It’s the most erotic moment of my life…thus far.

  “Yes, just like I remember,” he teases, winking at me before moving his hand down between my legs again.

  The foreplay is almost too much for me to bear. “Shut up and fuck me, Brad!”.

  “Not just yet. I’ve been waiting eight years for this. I can wait just a little bit more.”

  “But I can’t,” I beg him

  I struggle but I manage to move from under him. I push against his chest and he rolls over, lying down, his back against my pillows. Throwing my leg over him, I straddle his hips, pressing down, needing to feel his body against me, against my aching groin.

  Bracing my hands against his stomach—God, his rock-hard stomach, rippling under my hands—I look down at his face. He smiles at me, tender even in this moment when all I want is to be ravaged by him in the fiercest way.

  I lean over, my hair falling down around us and I pause, our lips barely touching, breathing each other’s breath.

  “I’ve missed you so much,” I whisper.

  “I’ve missed you right back, my muse.” And those words ripple through me like ice down my spine.

  I press my lips hard against his, tasting blood, but I don’t care. My hands fumble between us at his zipper and he reaches down to help me, pushing his jeans and underwear down his legs.

  “Wait, in my pocket,” he reminds me.

  I reach over and take the foil packet out of his back pocket and tear it open.

  His hardness is suddenly in my hands, and I’m sliding my hands down over it, covering him. He arches, the tip of my thumb grazing over the tip of his cock.

  “Fuck me, Emily. God, just do it. I want to be inside you.”

  The way the words catch in his throat thrills me, the way he wants me, needs me.

  I slide my panties aside and lift my hips up, positioning him right where I want him.

  “One, two…” I tease him. “Three.” He catches his breath, but I don’t move. His hips arch up and I pull back. The glint in his eyes tells me I’m playing with fire.

  “You said not yet,” I tease him.

  “Bitch”

  “Fucker.”

  “I’m trying to be, but you’re being a prude,” he pouts, and the contrast between humor and desire in this moment makes me laugh.

  “I’m a what?” I ask him, knowing what’s coming up next.

  “You’re a pr—fuckkkkkk.” I slide my body down, taking his cock. All. The. Way.

  His hands lift up to support my legs as I start to rock against him.

  His cock, like an iron rod, drives deep into me without a breath of friction, like it belongs there.

  I try to focus on his face to stop from coming too fast when it’s all I want to do.

  “Fuck me, baby. God, just fuck me. Your pussy feels so good on my cock,” he murmurs, almost incoherent, his head thrown back, eyes closed.

  My nails dig into his skin, hot and sweaty under my palms. I want every inch of him, skin, breath, cock, come.

  My hips rock faster, rotating around in circles, feeling the tip of him reach places made only for him. God, it’s even better than I’ve imagined it could be.

  He opens his eyes and stares at me. “Take off your nightie, I want to see you.”

  Brad’s fingers play with my stomach as I pull the silk fabric over my head. His gaze makes me nervous and I cover my breasts with my hands.

  “No, don’t. Don’t ever hide yourself from me,” he whispers, pushing my hands away.

  “Lean back.”

  And I do, bracing my hands on the bed as he starts to fuck me again. Faster now. His hands grip my hips as he pushes back on the bed and then up into me. My breasts start to bounce, and it’s almost painful, which spurs me on.

  “God , you are so fucking sexy. I’m going to come on those tits in the very, very near future.”

  I arch to meet his every thrust and it feels like he’s drilling through me each time his cock slides into me. My body soars toward an epic climax.

  “Brad, oh God, Brad, I’m going to come.”

  “Fuck. Come, come, I need to hear it, see it.” And he moves his finger to press against my throbbing clit.

  That’s all I need to send me over the edge.

  I can’t help but scream his name as my body shakes with my orgasm. I can’t breathe, though I’m gasping. I feel his fingers, unforgiving on my clit, and it extends my climax, my body a slave to the waves of pleasure.

  “Come, baby, come.” I can hear him encouraging me, and the words are no less stimulating than his finger, still pressing against my clit.

  I push myself up to face him. I can feel the sweat drip down the sides of my face. His eyes are glazed, and I wonder how hard he’s trying not to come himself. I squeeze my pussy on his cock and the breath chokes him.

  “Fuck. Do that again,” he commands me.

  I squeeze again, harder this time.

  “One more time,” he gasps.

  I squeeze again, this time reaching under me to graze my fingernails along his balls.


  “Oh God, oh God.” He grips the blanket and pushes himself into me, faster and faster and faster. I feel his balls tighten and I know it’s coming.

  I lean over and lick up the middle of his chest even as he thrashes under me. I kiss his neck and whisper, “Come. Now.”

  And as if his body ignores its master and wants to please me, his whole torso tightens and he grunts. And again, he shakes, then freezes. “Oh fucking, fucking, fucking hell. Oh God, Butter!” he yells, and I know as he’s coming he’s thinking only of me.

  I lie down on his chest as it heaves up and down. His heart beats so hard, I can almost see the rapid thump against his ribcage. The last of his orgasm jerks through him, his cock twitching inside me.

  I kiss his sternum over and over and over. And I can feel him start to soften, spent, empty.

  “Fuck,” he rasps.

  “Fuck. Yes,” I reply. His hand comes up to stroke through my hair, and it tickles and sends a cold tremor down my spine that I love.

  “What just happened?”

  “I don’t know, I thought we were fucking the universe.” I giggle, and I feel him sigh, the breath leaving his lungs.

  “Fucking you is much more fun.”

  “How romantic,” I tease him.

  “I try.”

  “Try harder.”

  “I’m not going to be ‘harder’-ing anything just quite yet.”

  I giggle again, feeling quite lightheaded.

  “Hey,” he murmurs. It’s soft, but it vibrates through his torso and against my cheek.

  “Yeah?”

  “I meant it.”

  “What?”

  “You’re my muse.” The words have the same effect on me that they had when he whispered them minutes ago.

  They make my heart take flight.

  “Shut up,” is my appropriate response.

  “Yeah, I know. Romantic.”

  I lie back down on his chest and wonder why I ever have to leave this place.

  ***

  “Mommy, Mommy,” Ben calls out, and it’s the first thing I hear.

  “Oh, fuck!” is the second, and then a loud thud on the floor.

  “Wait! Don’t—” I yell, a little too late.

  “Mommy! OH!…and Brad! Mommy, why is Uncle Brad sleeping on the floor?”

  “Oh, um, he was having a sleepover with Mommy.”

  “Oh, did he eat a whole jar of jellybeans too?”

  “No. Wait, what?”

  “Ahem, knock knock,” I hear Cadence’s voice call out from the hallway.

  “Er, yeah, hi.”

  “I’ll, um, yeah… hey, Ben? Want to come back over to the other bus and have breakfast?”

  “Sure! Can I have some more jellybeans?”

  “Um…remember how we said that was a secret?”

  “Oh, I forgot!”

  “It’s okay…but, yeah, let’s let your Mommy and Uncle Brad finish their sleepover and we’ll come back in a while.”

  “Okay! Bye Mommy!” Ben waves goodbye to us and takes Cadence’s hand.

  “Thanks, Cadence,” I say, relieved and embarrassed in equal measure.

  “No problem. Just consider it a favor,” she chuckles.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Brad

  Someone’s saying something to me. Or at me. Or maybe it’s just around me and not to me at all. Either way, I’m not hearing a word.

  All I can see is Emily, straddling me, her breasts bouncing as I drive my cock into her, her long and graceful neck exposed for me as I see the erratic rhythm of her pulse.

  Fuck. I can’t stop seeing it. Hell, I can almost feel it.

  Doesn’t help when I’m sitting here in front of a giant crowd with a raging hard-on. My cock telling me, why are we sitting here? Why are we not making love to Emily? I don’t have an answer for it, and I certainly am not disagreeing.

  But it’s not just my cock raging. My heart is so full and gushing with joy, I don’t know how my chest hasn’t grown three sizes.

  I’m happy.

  I’m so goddamn happy I could die.

  “Brad?” There’s that someone saying something to me again.

  “Hmm?”

  “What do you think?”

  “About what?”

  “About what Marius just said.”

  “Oh, um, sure.” I’m not sure, but how bad could it be?

  “Excellent. Ladies and gentlemen, let’s give it up for Brad Windsor, our violinist!”

  “Um. What?” I look around me, and my bandmates are grinning and clapping along. Never in the history of evil bandmates has that been a good sign.

  “Marius just offered you up to play a game of Never Have I Ever with a fan,” Jez clarifies, clapping even harder.

  “And you couldn’t have told me before I said yes?”

  “Better you than me, bitch-nipples.”

  “I’m so fucked,” I say through gritted teeth, getting up to join the host.

  “No kidding,” Sebastian agrees.

  “So, Brad, you know the rules. You have your little paddle there. I’m going to say something, and you turn the paddle to say whether you have or have not done this thing, okay?”

  I turn the paddle over in my hand, inspecting it. “Do you have a paddle that has just the one side saying ‘I probably did it, but not going to admit it’?”

  The crowd laughs, and I’m glad they’re enjoying my pain. I wouldn’t want it to be for nothing.

  “Now, just for added fun, we’re hooking you up to this lie detector test. And see that bucket there, right over your head?”

  “No, I’m pretending it’s not there.”

  “Pretend all you like, whoever lies first gets a bucket of water on their heads.” He gestures to a young girl standing on the side of the stage and she walks over to us, her face a little pale.

  “This is Mary. She’s a huge fan of the Rock Chamber Boys. She’ll be declaring her wild secrets along with you.”

  “Hi, Mary,” I say, giving her a big, exaggerated wink. “I’ll give you a private tour of our bus if you don’t make me do this.”

  She just giggles and I see I can’t rely on her to get me out of this.

  “Okay, ready contestants?” We both nod, and he continues, “Never have I even been caught cheating on a test.”

  We both hold up our paddles and I lean over to peek at hers.

  “Ooh, Mary, you naughty girl. Me too! Not that it did me any good!”

  “Okay next one. Never have I ever eaten something off someone else’s plate without them knowing, then pretended I didn’t when they wondered where the food went.”

  “Oh. I can honestly say no to this one. I usually sit next to Marius when eating, and he only eats beans and tofu…I mean, have you read what side effects beans have?”

  “Okay, so, here are a few suggestions from the audience,” the host tells us, holding up a handful of cards.

  I look down and see Emily, and even from here I can see an evil glint in her eye. Either she’s going to get me in trouble with the crowd, with Dennis, or with her. I know her enough to know she won’t let this opportunity go.

  “Oh my, I had no idea our audience was this inclined. You guys have been reading too much Fifty Shades.”

  Uh-oh.

  “Okay, never have I ever…been caught having a ‘sleepover’ in air quotes, by my sleepover buddy’s young child.”

  That little, crazy, evil wench.

  I hold up my paddle to show “I Have” and hang my head.

  “BRAD!” The host walks up to me, saying my name in shock horror.

  “What?”

  “You devil you!”

  “Hey, you didn’t say caught doing what? It’s a sleepover. I might have been caught sleeping.”

  “Oh really? What were you caught doing then, and remember you’re hooked up to a lie detector!”

  “We were…playing…Twister.” I finish my sentence and brace myself.

  There’s a loud buzz and a bucket of wate
r washes over my head.

  “And Brad loses the game! Thank you, Mary, you are our winner today, and you’ll be taking home a one hundred pound iTunes voucher.”

  “Yeah, thanks Mary.” I glare at her through my saturated bangs, then I grin and reach over and give her a big, wet hug.

  She screams then bursts out into laughter, shaking off the water from her clothes.

  I look out to the crowd just in time to see Emily fall off her chair. I jump up, worried. But then she shifts and the wench is doubled over in giggles.

  Revenge is a dish best served hot. Over and over. Naked and in my bed. Beware, Emily.

  ***

  “Wait, we need to stop. We have to figure out what this all means,” she says, panting.

  I move my mouth from her nipple, but keep my cock buried deep inside her.

  “Um, right now?”

  “Ugh, stop, fuck, no, don’t stop, God, your cock feels so good.”

  I stop and pull my cock out of her, the tip just pressing against her quivering opening.

  “Why did you stop?” she asks me, her flushed face staring at me, confused. She looks so sexy, I’m amazed I could stop.

  “You told me to. You wanted to talk. So, talk.”

  “Um...okay, so…wait, I thought you said you were stopping, oh God,” she moans as I move my hand down to pinch her clit between my fingers.

  “I did. I stopped fucking you. Now I’m going to make you come with my mouth.”

  “Wha… shit. Brad. Holy fuck,” is all she can get out before I’ve slid down her body and rammed my tongue into her pussy.

  Her soft, warm, velvet walls contract around my tongue, and my mouth is flooded by her wetness. Her knees clamp around my head, and it’s dark as I explore her pussy.

  We have to be quick, I remind myself.

  After the show we just performed, I dragged her backstage and into an empty green room, and pinned her down on the couch. My cock was hard, had been for the last hour, and all I wanted was to drive it into her.

  And I did. Just to placate it for a moment. But now I want to tease her a little. As payback for her Never Have I Ever question. As payback for her teasing me, just by being around, giving me looks that could stun a buffalo in its tracks. Finding reasons to touch me, her hands lingering on my face, my body, even while surrounded by people.

  It’s only been half a day since I was in her bed, but it’s felt like an eternity of torture. Of waiting to be inside her again.