Rubbed Raw (Triple Threat Book 2)

by Bella Jeanisse

  He stopped walking and held both my hands in his, and then looked into my eyes. “I only want children if you’re gonna be their mother. I love you.” He kissed me gently on the lips.

  “You know I love you, too.”

  He took me in his arms. “I do, but you’re my whole life now. Everything I do is for our future.” He kissed my hair. “I never thought I would fall in love. You’re like a gift. The most precious kind. I always wanna be your one and only.”

  I could have cried. He was like a dream come true. He was the most romantic guy I ever met, and he had everything else I wanted, too. I started to realize I didn’t want to live without him.

  I clutched him fiercely. “You mean so much to me.” I couldn’t stop the tears any longer. “I—I never want to… let you go.”

  He pulled back a bit and lifted my chin. “Don’t cry. Please.”

  “They’re happy tears,” I explained. “I loved you for so long. I still can’t believe you’re mine.”

  He raked my locks with his fingers. “I am and always will be. I swear.” Then he took my face in his hands and planted a soft kiss on my lips. “I love you with all my heart, mind and soul. Nothing can change that. I loved you for a long time, too, and I’m not letting you get away, ever.”

  He wasn’t like any man I had ever dated before. He was incredible. I closed my eyes and leaned on his chest. When his arms wrapped around me, I put my hands on his back and sighed.

  After a little while, we started walking again. We soon were on a path that led through the woods. We passed another couple, and then saw no one for a long while. I looked up and down the trail. There wasn’t a soul in sight.

  I leaned on a tree and pulled Giovanni to me. He looked surprised but came close to me. “What’re you thinking?” He looked down at me with raised eyebrows. “We’re in public.”

  “No, we’re not. We’re in the forest.”

  He sighed, rolled his eyes, and then looked up. I took that brief moment to grab his button fly and tear it open. “Crystal, don’t. Not here.”

  I quickly crouched down and freed his semi-hard cock from his boxers. Then I looked up at him while I slipped it in my mouth. He moaned as I sucked in his entire shaft. It quickly filled my mouth as it hardened. When he was at his full size, I wrapped my fingers around the base and ran my tongue around the tip.

  Giovanni put his hands up on the tree, as he got a little unsteady. “Damn, that feels good. Someone’s gonna see us.”

  I ignored him and took him in deep again. He let out a gasp as his cock caressed the back of my throat. I hated not being able to touch more of him, but being outside was so exciting.

  As my mouth moved up and down his cock, I imagined being caught. It was something I had always feared, but that day, it was almost a need. That, plus his moans, encouraged me to suck harder and move faster. I was getting as much pleasure from it as he obviously was.

  “Damn, I’m gonna fucking cum!” Giovanni suddenly shouted, and then he bathed my throat with warm semen. “Fuck!” he cried out as I swallowed every last drop.

  I heard a twig snap, and then looked toward it. There were two men about our age watching us. One smiled and said, “Hottest blowjob ever! Hope I see you guys on this path again.”

  The other guy grabbed his obviously hard cock still in his pants. “I’m gonna have to jerk off as soon as I get home; unless you share, man.”

  “She’s all mine.” Giovanni ran his hand over my head.

  I kept his dick in my mouth as it softened, not wanting to expose more of him. Then as soon as they were gone, I re-dressed him. “You came faster than usual.”

  “I knew they were there and heard them whisper how they wished they were me. That turned me on so much, I couldn’t stop it.”

  From there, we headed to the studio. It started raining when we got to the parkway. I was so glad Giovanni made me wear boots and jeans when we rode. He didn’t want to risk me getting road rash if I fell. The rain stung my hands. I couldn’t imagine how it would feel on bare legs. I kept clenching my fists, trying to stop the pain.

  “Put your hands in my pockets!” Giovanni shouted to me. He had gloves on, so it wasn’t an issue for him.

  I slid my hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, one at a time, afraid to let go at highway speed. At least my jacket kept most of me dry. I hunkered down and let his body protect my neck, the only thing that was exposed at that point. Good thing I always brought a change of clothes.

  That day did not go off without a hitch the way most of the previous days had. First, the power went out. Phil, the secret electrical genius, got it back on. Then a fuse blew. Phil and Sam had to work for more than an hour to get the equipment to stop tripping the breaker. Finally, the tracks recorded choppy. It was a lesson that Murphy’s Law applied everywhere.

  The rest of the session went smoothly, equipment-wise at least. Jon was particular about how he wanted background vocals to sound. He wanted me to do some as well, which I rarely did.

  * * *

  By the time we got to Shenanigans in Baltimore that evening, we were almost late. Giovanni and Chris went inside to change immediately. I was sorting through the bag I had packed. In our haste to get to the gig on time, I didn’t grab everything.

  “Crystal, something wrong?” Chad asked standing next to the open passenger door.

  I sighed. “I forgot my damn brush.”

  “I have one, baby. Relax.” He placed his hands on my waist. “Come on. Before Giovanni changes his mind.” Then he lifted me up and placed me on the ground.

  I followed him to the ladies’ room. It had a small lounge area with a couch, so we put our things down on it. As usual, we got dirty looks from the girls in there and ignored them. I started to empty my bag as Chad undressed.

  A female voice said, “Nice.”

  Then I turned back. Chad was in his boxers, stretching. My breath caught for a few seconds. I watched his defined arms, chest and abdomen. His biceps were not as big as Giovanni’s, but they were still sexy. Then I looked down to his legs. So strong. I didn’t realize how much I missed seeing and feeling his body. I shook my head and forced the sudden memories away.

  I slipped off my shoes and pants and heard Chad sigh. I asked, “What?”

  “You have my favorite panties on.”

  “Sorry.” I hadn’t realized I was wearing them. I pulled my shirt over my head, and it got caught in the back. “Chad, I’m stuck.”

  I felt his fingers work on freeing me while his body pressed against mine a bit. His cock grew as he moved his hips against me. Then he unhooked the convertible bra, and one of my breasts fell out of the bottom.

  “Chad, my boob’s hanging out now.” I smiled, not caring if anyone saw. I just wanted Chad to think about it.

  “Sorry, baby. The hook is… Damn this fucking thing.” Then he reached around and put his hand over my exposed breast. He squeezed it a bit, and then whispered, “I love your tits so much.” He exhaled on my neck. “This ain’t working.” Suddenly my top and bra were off.

  “Chad!” I shouted and turned around.

  He sighed as he looked down at me in only panties. “Hot as ever. Forget the shirt.” He tossed it on the couch and backed me up against the wall. “Baby, he won’t know.” His hand ran over my ass. “I need you bad. I gotta slide into you. Please. I’ll keep your panties on. No one’ll see much.”

  “I knew they had a thing going,” a girl passing the lounge told her friend.

  I looked at Chad, who was crouched down a bit. “We’re not having sex again.” He was rubbing his erection against my panties.

  “See, I told you.” The same voice again.

  I closed my eyes, aching for him. “Chad, I’m sorry.” Then more quietly, I said, “I can’t cheat on him. He’s not Noah. You know I love him.”

  “I know.” He softly kissed my lips. “But can he make you feel like I do?”

  I didn’t answer because I couldn’t say yes. Chad and I had something dif
ferent and incomparable. It wasn’t just their size difference. Giovanni made me feel incredible, awesome and so loved, but he wasn’t Chad. My best friend knew me like a book and could anticipate almost my every need. That had to be it—familiarity.

  After exhaling loudly, I gently pushed Chad away. I looked down. His massive erection was making his boxers stick out. I quickly put my hand over his cock and held it to his body.

  “Baby, just rub it. Please,” he begged.

  “No. I just don’t want any girls to see you this way.”

  “You’re jealous.” He laughed. “You do still want me.”

  Then I heard giggling. I hoped Giovanni didn’t find out what was going on, although it was innocent on my part. When the bathroom got quiet again, I grabbed Chad’s clean jeans and handed them to him as I stood in front of him, trying to hide his desire for me.

  “Stop looking at my tits, and get your pants on, Chad!” After sighing, he dressed. I unhooked my bra from my top and put it back on.

  Immediately, Chad closed it for me. His fingers caressed the skin of my back, and then touched the tattoo on my shoulder that matched his. “Remember when we got these?”

  “Yeah.” I had told him that if at 30 I was still single, I would marry him. “I still mean it you know. I love you in a different way than you love me, but it’s still love. Remember when we were little and talked about having kids together?”

  “Yeah. Who knows. Maybe it’ll happen one day.”

  I ignored him and put on my blouse. It was red, not my usual black, and didn’t show as much cleavage. After I buttoned it, Chad put his hand in my bra on one side.

  “They look uneven.” He moved my breast to match the other one, as I felt his hard-on brush against my side.

  “You’re killing yourself now,” I told him.

  Chad smiled and cupped my breasts from below. “I want you to look good. Your boobs are your nicest physical assets. They should look perky and even.”

  “You can let go now,” I reminded Chad. “I think you got them just right.”

  He quickly let go of me. “Sorry.”

  I picked up the black shorts on the couch, the ones with zippers down the sides. Then I grabbed Chad’s hand. “Don’t let go.”

  I put one foot in and lost my balance. Chad caught me around the waist. He didn’t let me go right away. When he did, I held his hand again and got the shorts on. I felt Chad tracing my lower back tattoo with his other hand as I slipped into my heels.

  “These shorts are sexier than your skirts.” Chad kissed my neck when I stood up. “Do the sides open all the way? My dick hurts. Please, baby.”

  “You guys almost done?” Giovanni shouted from just outside the ladies’ room door.

  Chad moved away from me. “Just gotta fix our dreadful hair. OK?”

  “You are so high maintenance, man.” Giovanni laughed.

  After we had both gotten our hair done, I spun around for Chad. He smiled and pulled me to him by my ass. “You look absolutely awesome.” He squeezed my cheeks, and then let go. “And it shows off your ankle bracelet.”

  I saw him looking at my right ankle, where I wore my favorite piece of jewelry. Chad had given me the sterling silver anklet that said ‘BABY’ for my birthday the year before, and I never took it off again. It always made me think of how much he loved me.

  Chad touched his ears. “Damn it.” He looked toward me. “Do you got an extra pair of earrings?”

  “I got a set of chandelier hearts in my purse.” I giggled, imagining them in his earlobes.

  He groaned. “You are so funny.”

  “I’m kidding.” I removed the set of handcuff earrings I wore and handed them to him. Then I pulled out the ones I had offered him and donned them.

  When Chad and I got to the back of the pub, Mark and Phil were still setting up. That night we were the only band playing, so Phil was taping the cables to the floor, and there were a lot of them. We had collected plenty of equipment over the years we had been playing bars and clubs.

  “Mark, this one ain’t working!” Giovanni yelled as he moved a microphone near a bass drum.

  I stepped up onto the stage and tripped over a wire. Chad grabbed me fast, with one arm around me, and a hand covering my left breast. “You OK, baby?”

  “Damn, man. Why didn’t I catch her?” Phil complained.

  I scowled at him as Chad let me go.

  “Hey.” Phil’s eyebrows rose. “He grabs your tit, and I’m in trouble?”

  Mark laughed as he put down the guitar pedal board he was adjusting. Then he passed Chad and me to help Giovanni. “He’ll never learn, Crystal. He still dreams of fucking you. Let him feel you up. He’ll probably cum in his pants.”

  I looked at Phil. His dick was so hard, his jeans looked about to burst open. He stood up and walked to the microphone stand, not even caring how obvious his erection was. Within seconds, a blonde was next to the stage. She waved at him to get his attention. I watched as he leaned over to talk to her, and she ran a hand over the front of his pants.

  “During the show, baby. I promise,” he told her.

  Soon after, we started with, “She’s Lost to Me.” Instead of sitting on Giovanni’s lap during the last part like usual, I kissed him on the lips, and then quickly went to the backroom to get something from my purse.

  “Ow, it’s too big,” a female voice said when I got close to the room.

  I smiled when Phil replied, “You can take it… Uh… Gimme a minute.” He grunted.

  Then I peeked in. Phil had the blonde up against a wall and was obviously fucking her. He seemed to be struggling to get his whole cock into her. I smiled, knowing his was almost as big as Chad’s.

  “I’m gonna lift you up.” Phil grabbed her thighs, picked her up and spread her legs wide. I could see his 10-inch cock slowly going deeper into the girl as she whimpered a bit. “Oh yeah, almost there, baby.”

  I felt a hand on my shoulder. “You naughty little girl,” Giovanni whispered. “You like to watch?”

  “I didn’t mean to,” I softly replied as he wrapped his arms around me. “It’s hard not to.”

  Then the blonde cried out, “Oh, God!” I looked toward her. Her nails were digging into Phil’s shoulders, and her mouth was open.

  Giovanni’s body molded against mine from behind. “That’s so hot.” He breathed in my ear.

  I could feel his cock getting harder. “I can’t look away.” Without thinking, I started grinding my ass into his crotch.

  He moaned and grasped my hips, pushing his erection almost into the crack of my ass. Then his hand slid into the front of my shorts. I gasped when his fingers rubbed my clit, slowly. His breath was coming fast on my neck, and I had to dig my nails into his arms to stay quiet.

  With perfect strokes, he brought me closer to the edge. I continued to watch Phil pound the groupie and let their moans turn me on even more. Giovanni went faster and pulled my body closer to him. It took seconds for a muted cry to pass my lips. Then his fingers dipped inside of me, and my pussy tensed again, the quivering continuing and building.

  I gasped again while he thrust in and out even faster. How he maneuvered with my clothes on, I didn’t care. Without warning, I came again, whimpering, wanting to scream. Needing him to fuck me, but not able to voice it.

  All of a sudden, Giovanni grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. Then he walked toward Phil and the blonde. I couldn’t believe it.

  “You got the right idea, man,” Giovanni suddenly said.

  Then a hand was on my ass. “Do I get to see this again?” Phil asked.

  My body slid off Giovanni’s shoulder. “Some of it. You got another condom?”

  Quickly, I was in the air and up against the wall. Within seconds, my shoes hit the floor. Then Giovanni unzipped one side of my shorts and pulled my panties off one leg. I grabbed his shoulders when I heard a condom opening.

  Giovanni grunted as he shoved into me. “Damn!”

  I turned and saw Phil watc
hing us, and then I looked away, embarrassed. When I felt my other zipper being opened my eyes opened wide. My shorts and panties slid down. Then Phil’s hand was on my ass.

  “Mmm, love this,” he whispered while I gripped Giovanni tightly.

  Giovanni groaned, obviously not seeing what Phil was doing. “I gotta cum so bad,” he whispered as he thrust quickly. “We only got like a minute.”

  I moaned as quietly as I could while Giovanni’s hips hit into mine repeatedly. The blonde next to me was a little louder. I closed my eyes, trying to forget that we weren’t alone.

  Then a hand touched my arm and slid down to my hand. I looked. She was holding my hand. She pulled it up to the wall behind us. I didn’t know what to do, but when my insides began to quake, I squeezed it.

  She sighed and leaned over to me. “Kiss me… I’m… gonna… cum too.”

  “Please,” Giovanni breathed in my ear as he clutched my thighs tighter.

  I took a deep breath and touched my lips to hers.

  “Shit,” Phil softly said. “That’s such a fucking turn-on.”

  The blonde slid her tongue over my lips, and then my teeth. When I opened my mouth a bit, she caressed my tongue also. It wasn’t my first time kissing a girl, but the last time had been in college. I slowly let more of her tongue in, and soon, we were kissing deeply.

  She gripped my hand tighter and moaned softly in my mouth while I heard Phil moan as well. I pulled away, nervous to let it continue. Then the lights dimmed, and the music went out. I grabbed Giovanni.

  “Relax, my love. They’ll fix it. Now I can do this longer.” There was noise from the main room of the bar—things moving, people talking, and the back door slammed.

  Giovanni ground his hips into me, forcing more of his cock inside. I sighed and closed my eyes. It felt so good. Then he kissed my lips as his hips started to move again. I clung to him, fearing the partial darkness. Nevertheless, I quickly began to get lost in the bliss that was taking over.

  Out of nowhere, I threw my head back and let out a scream. My body tensed and quivered with so much force, I cried out again right after. The blonde gasped, and I eased my tight grip on her hand.