by TM Watkins
“I’ll take it easy on you, promise. You never know, you may like it.”
Sam nodded even if he wasn’t sure about it. He’d deal with it tonight, now he had to get ready. Lilly got off the bed, standing in front of Sam. Her fingers dragged down his body, a subtle hint of definition in his torso, he was lean and well proportioned.
“Have you ever fucked a woman’s ass, Sammy?”
He shook his head, feeling his heart race harder. Lilly looked down Sam’s body, not surprised that he was up again. The man was voracious, she’d seen the three women leave his room last night. It was a daunting thought that if she somehow managed to land this guy permanently, she’d have to keep up with this appetite.
Searching through her bag, she found the one little tube that she’d packed yesterday with hope. Hope that she’d get laid and not need it but taking it regardless. With the lube in hand, Lilly took hold of Sam’s hand and guided him into the bathroom.
“Can it count?”
Sam shrugged, he had no idea. He didn’t even know if the same woman at different times would count. Today he’d get clarification.
“Well, wear one anyway. That way if it can be counted, you’ve got it.”
Sam pulled a packet out of the toiletries bag, sliding it on. Lilly was already in the shower, lathering herself up with the lube as water sprayed over her body. Her fingers smoothed the clear gel between the cheeks, she looked back at Sam and smiled.
“Come on Sammy, time’s running out.”
With the condom on, Sam layered the lube on thick and stepped under the water. Pushing in slowly, he felt how amazingly tight it was. Lilly’s moan was stuttered out softly, her hands pressed hard against the tiles.
Water rained down over her back, pouring long lines between them, trailing off her body and falling to the floor.
“How far and how hard?”
“I can take it however you want it.”
“Great because this is pretty damned fine and I am so fucking horny it’s not funny.”
Gripping her slippery hips, Sam looked down as he slid out of the gorgeous ass. Slowly he moved back into her, pushing in until their bodies met. She could take all of him without complaint, in fact, she had a smile that was wide and excited.
“Hard Sammy, take me hard.”
Sam tried to keep hold of Lilly’s hips, but there was too much water flowing, so he took hold of her shoulders, keeping her in place. His hips began to move, flexing a steady pace that had them both panting with pleasure. Their bodies slapped under the water that was cooler than it should be.
The pressure of her body wrapped around his was too much, she was tight, tighter than anything he’d ever had. Her muscles tightened, making Sam’s orgasm more intense.
When he stilled inside her, Sam kissed the edge of her shoulder. Lilly looked like she was a happy woman.
“Was that good for you?”
She nodded, grinning.
“I always get off really fast, it doesn’t take much. Now, photo time.”
Sam pulled out of Lilly and quickly searched for his phone and the lipstick. On her back, Sam wrote the date and the city and that he’d taken the ass train in the shower. Handing the condom to Lilly, he stepped out of the shower and picked up his phone.
The wicked creature tucked the end into her ass, posing her turned body to the camera. Sam smiled as she pulled a surprised face, her fingers touching her lips. He snapped the picture of the shocked woman with lipstick on her back and a hanging condom.
“Why?” Sam asked with a laugh.
“Why not? It’s fun. You need to relax and have a great time with this because when you’re an old man all you will have is memories of your youth.”
She turned the water off and looked at the picture on his phone.
“And pictures, apparently.”
They looked at each other and laughed, Lilly wrapped an arm around Sam’s shoulders, her hand gripping his jaw to kiss him. Sam was out to win the competition, but Lilly was out to win something far better.
Chapter 15
Sam sighed as sat down in the private lounge in Heathrow. The Scotland portion of the tour was over, they’d skipped over to Ireland for a few concerts and then returned to England.
They were waiting for Eleanor who was on her way to the airport. She’d joined them for the Ireland portion of the tour, continuing through the UK with them. When the band had to return to the US for the festival, she stayed in London for a few more days. Now, she was joining them to take a short holiday through France before returning home.
The trip back to America for the festival in Boston was eventful, much to Sam’s dismay. Curtis had escaped their attention far too much for their liking, but the sad truth of his alcoholism was that if he didn’t want help, then there wasn’t much that any of them could do for him.
He’d received a call from his father, and after that, he proceeded to drown his sorrows and then get angry. The plan for keeping him away from alcohol and his phone wasn’t working, and now Curtis had his own entourage. It consisted of a day minder and a night minder, a therapist and a personal trainer. Yes, he was going to vent his anger in ways that were healthier for his life and his bank balance. Sam hoped that the changes that were being made would stay in his life permanently, but he feared that once the tour was over and Curtis was left to his own devices again, he’d fall.
Evan leaped into the crowd to surf, only to become engulfed and pulled down to the overzealous fans. Security went into overdrive, pushing people out of the way just to find him. All the while, he was laughing, enjoying his time with people that probably meant well. It resulted in a few fists being thrown and people being dragged away from the area. Sam was grateful it was only a small crowd, if it was a stadium, then it could have been a lot worse.
The Boston Festival was a yearly event that always had one major headlining act. This year it was Night Fire, and Jerry had hoped that they could earn a few more years, just to boost their status. If they were invited back, it would be a miracle.
Sam sank back into the lounge, his satchel bag at his feet. Thoughts of work swamped his mind, the constant and always flowing reminders of the tasks that had to be done. For a moment, he just wanted peace and quiet. It was a tall order, given who he worked for.
“Pokey.”
Lifting his head from the back of the lounge, Sam looked at Jaxon who had a devious glint in his eyes.
“You’re not going to leave us now that we’re back in London, are you?”
“We’ve been in London for several hours now.”
“Just checking.”
“Mister Ryan, you don’t actually care, do you?”
Jaxon huffed with amusement.
“As if.”
Stretching back in the seat, Jaxon looked at his assistant and wondered how he was fairing in the competition. Sam was a dark horse, the quiet one that offered very little information on how many women he’d managed to bed.
Austin was still in the lead, much to everyone’s disgust. He was up by twenty, a reasonable gap but thankfully, they still had a few more months left. All Jaxon had to do was get himself some pretty European ladies.
“So, pokey. How’s the list coming along?”
Sam smiled as diligently as he could. They were always asking, always wondering where he was and how he was in comparison to them. Sam didn’t want to tell them that he was always listening, always taking note of what they said. If they thought that big noting themselves worked then Sam had news for them. He had a list going on his tablet, a rough indication as to the correct numbers. They could talk big all they liked, Sam knew the truth. Well, an almost truth. There were a few times when he figured that one of them could have got a bit of action without any of them knowing.
Austin was definitely in the lead, but it wasn’t the twenty that he told them. It was closer to thirty ahead of Fraser who was doing remarkably well for someone who thought that no one looked at the bass player.
As for Sam
, he would keep his own truth hidden for a lot longer.
“Going great, thank you for your concern, Mister Ryan.”
Jaxon grimaced. Like always, pokey was keeping his tally a secret. He’d tried to watch him, believing that Sam was like a snake that was slithering through the tall grass, undetected until it was too late.
“You do realize that at some point soon, you’re going to have to reveal the number.”
“I am aware of that but I have shown you that I’m still competing, haven’t I?”
“Never doubted that you weren’t.”
Because who wouldn’t want to trump a rock star for the highest number of bedded women in a year? None of them was a fool, they knew that Sam would want to win. If he had the ability, that was another thing.
“Thought you would have met up with that pretty chicky that you took off with. What’s her name?”
“Greta.”
“Yeah, Greta. She was a great fuck. You still keep in contact with her?”
“No,” Sam grumbled, pissed at the way the conversation was turning.
Jaxon frowned, seeing the anger on Sam’s face.
“Dude, what happened? She looked like she was up for the lifetime deal.”
“Well, apparently she wasn’t so we’ll leave it at that.”
“Huh.” He grunted softly, still looking at Sam. “Thought that you’d be upset and all but you know, you will find someone better one day. Mrs. Pokey is out there somewhere.”
Sam gritted his teeth together, trying in vain to hide his anger and not let it burst out everywhere. Jaxon gave Sam’s shoulder a friendly slap and got off the lounge.
When Jaxon was slumped into another lounge, Sam got up and wandered to the bar. Curtis wasn’t here, he was having a therapy session in another room, away from the bar. They’d tried to get something that wasn’t so tempting, but at short notice, there wasn’t much choice. The fact that they were actually able to get a private lounge was truly amazing.
“Long day?”
Sam huffed with a nod to the barman. He set a coaster on the bar in front of Sam.
“Gin and tonic thanks.”
The barman nodded and turned to make the drink. As he waited, Sam looked to the wall of the bar that was nothing more than a series of crystal beads that were strung together. It connected two private rooms together, sharing a bar. On the other side was a gorgeous brunette. She was seated on a stool like him, the curves of her cleavage easily seen.
A glass appeared in front of him, Sam nodded his thanks. When the barman moved out of the way, Sam’s eyes connected with the brunette. She smiled, lifting her drink as a wordless toast. Sam returned the smile, lifting his glass to return the gesture.
Before he sank back the drink, Sam glanced around the room and found that the band members were distracted. Guards in place, he was a free man. A temporarily free man.
“Do the two rooms connect anywhere?”
The barman looked at Sam and glanced at the woman, he turned with a knowing smile.
“You’d be looking for the restrooms, the two rooms share the amenities. Access is through that door, I’ll let her know you’ll be waiting in the corridor.”
Sam was about to get off his seat when the barman stopped him.
“But know that she is expensive. That lovely lass is not a free ride, my friend. She’s a regular, if you get my drift.”
“Right,” Sam said, a little defeated. “Expensive or really expensive?”
“More than I’d pay but I don’t pay for it, so everything is expensive to me. From what I’ve been told by those who happen to know the rates for someone like her, she’s mid-range in cost. I guess it depends on how desperate you are.”
“I’m not, but it would certainly help a situation that,”
Sam looked at the barman and sighed.
“Trust me, paying for it is not something that I have ever done but, in this instance, she might be worth it. Just one little thing.”
“Sure.”
“Don’t tell them what’s going on.”
Sam flicked his head to the lounge area; the barman nodded and took the twenty that was offered on the sly.
“Sure. Didn’t see a thing. Have fun.”
Sliding off the bar stool, Sam wandered into the corridor and waited. Seconds later, the woman appeared through the other archway.
“Hi, there handsome. The barman said you’d like a little fun.”
“Absolutely sweetheart. What’s your rate for a fuck?”
She smiled, trailing a finger down his chest.
“For you, two hundred pounds.”
Sam almost fell over at the thought of paying for sex and crazily, he was prepared to shell out that amount of money. He could stand there all day and try and convert it to the US dollar and figure out how much he was really paying for it but there were better things to do.
“Alright, I have a request.”
“Requests cost more.”
Of course, they do, Sam thought.
“At the end, a picture of you with the date and location written in lipstick on your torso, you holding the condom.”
The woman raised an eyebrow at the man. It wasn’t the strangest request she’d ever had, but it was certainly odd.
“Why?”
“I’m part of a competition, and if I’m going to pay for it, then I definitely want to include it.”
“Alright, but the photo will cost you an extra fifty.”
Sam sighed and nodded, wondering if this was worth it. The woman smiled at him and gestured to the women’s restroom.
“Well then, let’s enter my office.”
Following the woman to the room, Sam looked at the archway and hoped that no one would see him walking in or out of the women’s restroom. That would be the last thing that he needed, more mockery from those assholes.
Opening his wallet while the woman locked the cubicle door, Sam pulled the money out and put it on the cistern. As they swapped places, the woman shimmied her tight skirt up her body and revealed that she wasn’t wearing any panties. The thought of it had Sam hard in an instant. While he fumbled with the condom, the woman pulled the zip of his pants down and pulled out the hard cock. She smiled, looking at it with a quiet appreciation.
“Let’s get that fucker on you and pound out a quick one, eh?”
Sam nodded, pretending that he was okay with a quick one. Hours should be spent on this, not minutes. But he didn’t have hours so minutes would have to do.
As she parted her legs, Sam pushed into her. The woman gripped the edges of the cistern, enjoying the man that was thrusting hard and fast. She liked it when she struck a good one, it was why she hung out at a bar in an airport lounge. Paying off the barman was always expensive, but it was the only way that she could get into the place and stay there.
The minute wore on, they were both panting so heavily that it could have been considered a moan. Sam grunted with a heavy thrust, groaning as he came. As the semen spilled into the condom, Sam mindlessly thought that while the woman and her body were satisfying, the experience wasn’t.
Pulling out of her body, Sam grimaced and shrugged.
“Don’t worry about it. Trust me when I say I’ve had worse who have lasted for less. You were under pressure to get it done quickly and many struggle with that.”
She pulled open her shirt, revealing the tight body that made Sam wish that he’d gotten to play with. The woman smiled when she saw him staring at her.
“Here.”
Grabbing his hand, she put it on her breast.
“Better?”
“Yep.”
“Great, how about you get on with this lipstick thing?”
Sam nodded, taking it from her hand and writing on her body. He handed her the condom and stepped as far back as he could manage, taking the photo from an awkward angle.
When everything was back in place, and the two of them were back in the corridor, the woman smiled at Sam again.
“That was�
� interesting. Good luck with your competition.”
“Thanks.”
Sam glanced at the corridor, wondering if it was possible.
“If anyone from that area tries to engage your services,”
“You’d like for me to refuse?”
He nodded, and her hand went out.
“And say nothing if they happen to talk to you.”
“Silence costs you fifty, refusal of service costs you another fifty.”
Sam looked at her with mild shock.
“You’re taking away what could be a lot of business.”
He huffed putting the notes into her hand.
“Thanks for the business, handsome.”
She turned, sauntering back down the corridor. That was an expensive lay and definitely not worth it. Sam had learned a valuable lesson. Never again.
Chapter 16
Sam sat in the lounge just as Jerry walked into the room with El. He doubted that he could have timed that any better than he had, even if he’d tried. The bonus of it was that he knew that none of the others would find the prostitute and none of them got laid in their layover. Sam smiled to himself and said nothing.
Picking up his laptop satchel, Sam stood and followed everyone out of the private lounge.
The therapy session was on temporary hold for Curtis, it would resume once they were in the air. This was costing Curtis a lot of money and Sam hoped that it would do him some good. Curtis had willingly handed over his phone to Sam, it was switched off and put to the bottom of his suitcase. Curtis didn’t need it and knew that it was a good idea to let it go for a few months while he tried his best to move forward in his life.
No contact from his family, almost cut off from the world. The other band members kept him up to speed with what was going on in the world of social media, telling the world that Curtis had lost his phone somewhere and that’s why he wasn’t posting anything.
Once they were in the air, Sam opened his laptop to continue working. The flight wasn’t a long one, but he took every opportunity he could. With the band members safe and out of harm’s way, he could concentrate and not have to keep an eye on them.
