by Lindsey May
As we kissed, I thought about life on tour. Living with Blake. Going across the country to different cities. Seeing his band again and again. It was a dream come true, something so crazy I had never even thought that it could actually happen. And here I was.
“So, I’m guessing that’s a yes?” he asked.
“Yes!” I exclaimed, kissing him again. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Part 3: On Tour
“It’s incredible,” I said, peering out the window at our first destination: Chicago. We went right through the city, skyscrapers all around us and people walking, going about their lives. Lives that seemed mundane by comparison now. I felt like I was living the dream for the first time in my life. I had no complaints.
A lot of people stopped to look as we went by, seeing the bands picture on the bus and knowing that we were in town. Blake was huge, and it showed everywhere we went. He couldn’t go anywhere without being recognized. Even in the bus on the road, people honked, waved, you name it, all the time. It was truly surreal.
“You get used to it,” he told me, worried that I would be annoyed at all my newfound attention. Now that I was his girlfriend, people recognized and clamored after me almost as much as him.
“I love it though,” I said. Being in the limelight, having all these people look to you. I embraced it. Maybe I would get used to it eventually, but for now I thrived on it. It gave me energy that I had never felt before.
We had only spent a couple nights to get to Chicago, but life on the tour bus was already interesting. It was surprisingly way more luxurious than I thought it might be. At first I was ecstatic to go on tour with Blake, but then I thought about what it was. Living on a bus didn’t sound too enjoyable.
But it was. Blake had his own king size bed at the end of the bus. How they worked that out, I wasn’t going to ask. The rest of the band got a little bit screwed over on that. But the common areas were just like a tiny house or something. A full kitchen all crammed together, a nice bathroom, a table, couches, chairs. Looking at the bus from the outside, I’m still surprised knowing how much fits in there.
It was also weird at first knowing that we were constantly driving. We never stopped except to get gas. You couldn’t really hear much from the outside, like other cars or the sound of the engine. It was all very well insulated. But when you moved around you could feel the inertia, and it was just a little uncanny. It took me awhile to fall asleep that first night.
As nice as it was, for what it was, I was happy we were staying at a hotel while we were in the city. We actually arrived a day early, so we had time to do whatever we wanted. Blake said that usually doesn’t happen though. Most of the time they were from show to show, with absolutely no time in between.
It was a little hard for me to believe. I thought the lifestyle of a rockstar was a non-stop party. How did they make time to have fun if it was show to show?
“All the partying usually happens after a show, like when I met you. Sometimes on the bus. You’ll see,” he said.
We checked into the hotel and put our stuff in our rooms. It was a suite near the top of the building at a five star hotel. I had no idea what I was in for until we made it up the elevator and into our room. It was like something out of a movie. A huge open room, with a bed, a hot tub, a lounge area with a bar, and more that I couldn’t even see yet.
But the view was the thing that kept stealing my attention. The whole room faced the city, lined with floor to ceiling glass windows. I was drawn to the edge like a magnet, goosebumps forming as I edged closer, almost afraid to get too close.
My fingertips pressed against the cold glass, peering out over the cityskape before us. It was just starting to grow dark out, and the lights were starting to come on everywhere. It was beautiful, like something you’d see on a postcard.
Lost in awe, I remembered where I was as Blake’s hands slowly curled around my waist, his warmth in stark contrast to the chill outside. All of a sudden the city didn’t matter, as my desire returned to me so easily. His body pressed against me, as we looked over the city together.
I felt the tightness grow in my stomach, just as I noticed him harden against me. I think we both had the same thing in mind. Might as well break in the room. It was hard for me to be alone with him without wanted to get him naked.
I waited for him to make a move, like usual, but a couple minutes went by. Maybe he just really enjoyed the view. Maybe he didn’t realize how turned on I was. Either way, I got to thinking that maybe this was my chance to make the first time.
So far, all of our sex had been him dominating me. That was just what I was used to, and I loved it when he took control of me. But the urge was so strong that I just had to do something.
I turned around in his arms and pulled his face down to kiss him. Meanwhile my free hand darted to the bulge in his pants, making sure that he wouldn’t be able to resist me. I felt him smile between our kiss, pleased with what I was doing. I gave him a tight squeeze with my fist and he gasped, telling me to continue.
I pushed him forward slowly, never breaking our kiss. He backed up with me, all the way to the bed, until I playfully pushed him backwards. He looked up at me, eager as I ever saw him, unaware of what was coming next but knowing it would be good.
I wasn’t even sure what I was doing, but I just went for it. It was like my inner sex goddess has finally come out. I had never been this forward before. But somehow it came naturally.
Like a lioness I pounced on top of him, crawling forward on all fours until I descending upon his lips, kissing him and biting his lower lip. I gave him a look that was sure to get his juices flowing, even though I knew they already were. His head went back, his eyes closed, as I starting kissing his neck.
I loved feeling his skin with my lips, tasting him with my tongue and teasing him with my teeth. I could smell his manly scent and almost wanted to just eat him up.
My hand had been busy unbuttoning his shirt, slipping up his undershirt now and feeling his tight abs. Slowly going over each swoop of muscle carefully while I kissed up to his earlobe, making him go breathless and moan uncontrollably, the sensation to great for him to handle. I loved the way he grabbed me as I pleasured him.
His grip loosened again as I went back down, kissing him on the lips once more before we took off his shirts. Now I had his whole body to work with. Where to start, I asked myself.
My lips went right for his chest, kissing around his nipples until they grew hard. Then I enveloped them in my mouth, one at a time, sucking on them and flicking my tongue across them. Like before, my hands did not lay idle. Instead I felt his bulge grow larger, his cock surely swelling while I built him up.
I wanted him begging for me to fuck him, his cock oozing with precum, before I would indulge him. I unbuttoned his pants to give his cock room to expand, taking a break to slide them off his legs. My fingers traced up his bare leg as I looked at him seductively. All the way up to where his boxers were.
I lightly danced my fingers across the top of his boxers, gliding over where his cock was poking against the fabric. It moved towards me, as if thinking on its own, trying to get closer to my hand. But I wasn’t going to give him what he wanted that easily.
With my chin hovering over his waist, one hand on his waistband and the other moving up his chest, I found him watching me intently.
“I want you so bad, Emily,” he said, brushing my hair aside to see me better.
I made no reply, instead focusing back on his body, kissing his abs, circling my tongue around his belly button. Hearing him gasp above me encouraged me to keep going, knowing that eventually it would become too much for him to bear. My hand on his boxers continued to pull and tug on them, constantly keeping his cock stimulated, but just barely.
Then I lightly touched him again, his cock moving each time, his toes curling in response. I looked down and saw a wet spot near the tip of his dick.
“How bad do you want me?” I asked.
“Fuck, more than any
thing,” he moaned.
I took off his boxers, his big cock finally freed. It was stiff as I’d ever seen it, the tip swollen and desperate for stimulation. He thought I was about to give him everything, but I wasn’t even close.
I hovered over him, my mouth close so that he could feel the heat of my breath on his cock, but nothing else. I moved slowly downwards, only connecting with him once I reached his thigh, lightly kissing it and nothing else.
“Are you trying to make me go crazy?” he asked, clearly tense from every end of his body, wanting nothing more than that sweet release.
My index finger ran up his leg where I had been kissing, slowly towards his balls. Moving over them gently, I felt them move beneath me as his whole body shuddered, the sensitivity to much for him to handle. I let me finger motion across his balls several times, watching him try to maintain his composure, but he couldn’t. He was completely under my control.
When I got bored of that, I moved my hand upwards, finally paying his shaft some attention. He was grateful, but it clearly wasn’t enough to satisfy him. He needed more pressure, but I was nothing but lightly touching him.
I loved the way he quivered under me as I lightly slid my fingers up and down his shaft, sticking my tongue out to just barely wet his balls. I took one of his balls right in my mouth, sucking on it lightly as he squirmed.
“Oh, fuck!” he yelled. “Please, Emily, more!”
I couldn’t tease him much longer. I was starting to become restless myself, my panties soaked with desire. I could just hop on him now and fuck him senseless. But I wanted to give him a little something first.
I spit right on top of his dick, rubbing it in with my hand and grasping with my whole fist, sliding it now with ease up and down the long length of his member. All the way to the top where my fist swiveled around the head of his cock. After all the teasing, the intense bursts of pleasure were too much for him. He moaned uncontrollably each time I squeezed the head of his cock, squirming a little bit and getting that much closer to cumming.
I held him at the base and played with it with my tongue, swirling around his head and flicking it playfully. I could taste his salty precum still oozing out, impatiently awaiting the moment that I sat on his cock.
“Yes, Emily, yes, more!” he begged, and I finally obliged, taking him in my mouth.
My soft lips wrapped around him, just barely able to fit. Just the tip of him made my mouth full, and I sucked on him and pleasured him with my tongue.
I slid my mouth down his shaft as much as I could, repeatedly pleasuring him while he gasped in ecstasy. I looked up at him while I sucked his dick, and he smiled, brushing my hair aside as my lips glided across his shaft.
I knew he was close to the edge, so much that if I kept going he would cum now. I didn’t want that though. I wanted his rock hard cock inside me now. So I backed away and gave him a rest, tempting him a little more by making him watch me strip in front of the bed.
One article of clothing at a time, I seductively got naked for him. First my shirt and then my bra came off. I threw it to him, spinning around quickly before he could see. I bent over, waving my ass at him as I took of my shorts.
Then I slipped off my thong, throwing that back to him as well. I felt myself, my arm traveling up my leg as I stood up. I turned around and returned to him on the bed, both of us beyond ready for this moment.
I straddled him on the bed, my knees to each side of him as I slid toward the center. I leaned over on him, my breasts pouring onto his chests as I kissed him one last time, my fingers going through his own hair.
Reaching behind me, I easily found his cock and backed my ass onto it, centering it to my now soaking wet sex. Even after having him a few times, his cock still surprised me each time we started, stretching me wide upon entering. Sitting on him proved a bit harder, as I had to push myself down despite his size.
I pushed myself up and down, bracing my pussy before sliding down to take more of him. After a bit of work my ass rested on his thighs, his cock fully inside me. I sat up and down on top of him, slamming my ass down each time, making him moan and try desperately to hold in his cum. I knew he was at the very edge, but I needed more.
I sat there, fully penetrated, and just swiveled around on top of him, feeling his cock until it hit the perfect spot. The control I had was unmatched, able to stimulate myself exactly how I wanted. I started to breath heavy, moving my body on top of him so his cock hit my g-spot, and my clit grinded against him.
It almost got hard to continue, as the pleasure broke my concentration and made me lose some control of my lower body. He grabbed my tits as I kept going, both of us in another place mentally and physically.
I leaned back down on him to gain leverage, now just pivoting my hips so that I slid back and forth on his cock, my thighs hitting his own with each movement. He was so close to cumming now, as my walls coiled around him, wet and warm. I could barely focus any longer, still moving my ass up and down for the endless pleasure it gave the both of us. I was close as well, but I wanted us to get there together.
“Cum inside me Blake. Deep inside me,” I whispered into his ear, never ceasing to ease up on his cock. I angled it perfectly for myself, my legs starting to shake just as I started talking dirty.
“I’m so close, Emily, keep going, don’t stop!” he grunted, feeling my ass as it moved for him.
I couldn’t hold on any longer myself. I screamed loudly and shook all over, landing down on his cock one last time before I fell flat, my forehead pressed against his and my hair everywhere.
With his cock buried deep inside, I felt that familiar hot sensation of his cum pouring into me, his legs shaking underneath me as it did. Our moans of pleasure joined each other until we kissed deeply, my pussy closing tight against him to squeeze out every last drop of his seed. I swiveled my hips as we kissed, extending the pleasure as the orgasm faded away.
His hot fluids slowly slid down my insides as his dick softened, we kissed all the while paying it no mind. We flipped around, him on top of me with my face in his hands, still kissing.
“So should we go somewhere?” he asked me, still in between kisses.
“Do we have to?” I asked back, not wanting to leave the comfort of his arms.
“No, not at all. I’d love to lay here with you all night,” he said, kissing me deeply again, his tongue joining with mine. It made me feel incredibly warm inside, knowing that he was willing to forgo any plans to just be with me.
We laid there for awhile, and I thought about the city. I had never been to Chicago, much less with a rockstar boyfriend to enjoy it with. Maybe we should be out having fun, I thought.
“What would you want to do, if we went out?” I asked, unsure of what his plans were. If not for me I’m sure they would be completely different, but I was still curious to hear him say.
“Well we could go grab something to eat. The pizza here is phenomenal. We could catch a show, go to a club, just walk around. Whatever you want, Em.”
I felt like the world was at my fingertips. Laying naked next to a sexy, famous, billionaire rockstar in a five star hotel suite in the middle of Chicago. I could do whatever I wanted. We could fuck some more. We could cuddle all night. We could hit the city.
I thought about it and figured that I might not have another chance to be here, but I would have at least the near future to do whatever I wanted in the bedroom with Blake. Why not have him take me out, show me around?
“Let’s do something then!” I said, squeezing his arm, excited for a new experience.
“Are you hungry?”
“Starving,” I said.
And so we got up and got ready. I tried my best to look the part, as I knew we would be seen. But I also didn’t want to make him wait too long for me. I threw on some shorts with a cute top, taking most of the time to do my hair and touch up my makeup. Looking back at myself, I still couldn’t get over the fact that I was here. Blake Evan’s girlfriend. I wasn’t sure if I would e
ver get used to it.
Just as he said, we went out and saw the sights of the city. He had been here several times already, so he knew exactly what to show me. The only problem was that everywhere we went people recognized him, often even stopping him for pictures or autographs. He was humble about it all, really caring about his fans.
But I never felt neglected in comparison. I actually loved it, knowing that every girl who saw us was extremely jealous of me. They could be happy about their minute meeting Blake on the street. He was mine all the rest of the time.
We stopped at a pizza place first, getting deep dish pizza which I had never had. It was different than what I was used to, but still probably the best pizza I had ever had. It was nice too, since after getting settled in the restaurant we finally had some peace to ourselves.
“I’m sorry, I find it hard to deny all of my fans, you know?” he said, feeling bad that we had to keep getting hassled.
“Don’t be sorry! I know what I signed up for,” I teased him.
“Well it’s one thing to see it from afar, another entirely to live it,” he said.
“Well I’m having fun so far!” I exclaimed, never having been more satisfied in my life. “I kind of like being the center of attention. Or, you know, the girl right next to it.”
“You definitely are your own center of attention now. I’m afraid once you enter the spotlight, you can’t leave. Not voluntarily at least.”
“Does that bother you?” I asked, wondering why he was so concerned.
“No, not really. I wouldn’t still be doing what I’m doing if I didn’t love it. But after awhile it does get to be draining. It’s important to take breaks away from everything once and awhile.”
“How do you possibly escape without becoming a hermit?”
“Well being a hermit isn’t so bad when you have several mansions,” he laughed. “But there’s always somewhere in the world where no one has ever heard of you, no matter how famous you might be.”
“I find that hard to believe,” I said, wondering what kind of places he went for that. Certainly not outside of civilization.
