Unbearable

by Amity Cross

  I dug my fingernails into his ass cheeks, relishing the flex of his muscles, relishing the sounds he was making as he fucked me harder than I'd ever been fucked before. Fantasy Mick had nothing on this beast. Nothing.

  We were just two bodies, two animals, fucking hard, taking whatever this thing was between us and milking every ounce of pleasure from it. The world didn't exist with its stupid fucking expectations. Nothing mattered except the one thing that did. Fucking.

  I began to hit the edges of my orgasm and underneath his onslaught I had no chance of holding on. It smashed through me hard, splitting me open and I dug my fingers into his back. I think I was saying something, screaming something garbled, but all I could see were stars as he gave me the most explosive orgasm of my life. His cock had trumped his hand right off its pedestal and there was something new to take to the right hand spank bank. I'd feel where he'd been for days and days and days. I was still coming and already, I wanted to go again.

  With a guttural grunt, he thrusted hard, holding for a moment, before sliding out and thrusting again. Through all my experiences, guys had always thrusted once and came, not multiple times. Mick was coming hard and it was because of me. He buried his cock again, the last waves of my orgasm shuddering through me and I squeezed my pussy around him as hard as I could milking everything out of him.

  "Fuck," he grunted, his arms shaking from the effort it took to hold himself up.

  My fingertips trailed up his back and found his face, drawing him down to meet my lips. We kissed long and slow, our tongues delving with deep strokes in the afterglow. His weight slowly came down on me, his cock still buried inside. I liked the feeling of him to top of me, taking control.

  When he slid out, I felt a despairing wave of emptiness, but he collapsed beside me, pulling my sweaty body against his.

  "Montgomery?" he whispered, his breath fluttering my hair.

  "Yeah?"

  "You're mine now."

  Mick

  The last time I sat in a town car with Sasha was the day she picked me up from the airport.

  Couldn't blame her for coming personally, I was a bit of a loose cannon. More often than not, I got sidetracked between points A and B by a set of pretty legs. Now I sat next to her on the way to the studio, her hand in mine and I realized I'd never actually sat like this with a woman before. Just us, the air and our fingers linked together.

  Before, it was just a few hard slaps between parts and don't let the door hit you on the ass on your way out, lovely. Was I really that much of an asshole? Really?

  When we arrived at the studio, we got out via separate doors and kept our distance. After last night's epic fuck marathon, a hands-off approach was more than needed - it was necessary. She went her way and I went mine. Today, we were both on the clock.

  I reckon my dick was already semi-hard from the moment we got there, but when it got to lunch time and I still hadn't said two words to her all day, I couldn't fucking take it. She was out in the sound booth, talking to the technician who was setting up for when we actually hit record the following week. She was laughing and smiling and looked a lot better than she had the last two weeks.

  Sasha Montgomery was the master of getting her rage on and for once I was glad it was in the off position. Hopefully that would mean I'd get some action in the sack later on.

  I cast a sly look Sasha's way and when her gaze hit mine, her lips curled into a grin. I was so glad I'd found out her little secret. I was so fucking glad I was smart enough to look up and see her. Her gaze lowered to my cock and back up and she didn't have to ask twice.

  "I'm fucking starving," I said, dumping my guitar. "Break for lunch?"

  "Shit yes," Rob said from behind his drum kit.

  West gave me a look, but nodded and before any of them could tag along, I strode out the door, through the sound booth and into the hall where Sasha was leaning against the wall, waiting for me.

  "Lunch time, sexy," I murmured. "T-minus two seconds before someone comes through that door and catches us."

  Grabbing my hand, she pulled me down the hall and into a tiny office. Shutting the door, I rose an eyebrow.

  She shrugged. "The studio lets me use it, but I haven't needed it yet."

  "Lucky you," I drawled, closing the distance between us. Sliding my hands over her ass, I yanked her against me, giving her a little squeeze.

  "Nice boner," she said, amused.

  "It's been twitching ever since we got out of bed." I pressed it into her stomach before lowering my lips to hers. "We've got an hour, are you hungry?"

  "Starving," she replied wickedly, running the tip of her tongue along my bottom lip.

  "For what?"

  "I told you last night, I want your cock," she said, her hand leaving my waist and squeezing my hard on.

  "You told me you wanted to watch me jack off to you."

  "Well, I want to up the stakes, Savage." She pushed me onto the chair by the desk in the corner and I fell back with a wicked grin plastered on my face.

  Sasha was on her knees in a flash, unzipping my fly with greedy little hands. I lifted up as she yanked my jeans down around my ankles and my cock was out and already hard. When her hands cupped my balls and gave a light tug, I hissed. I was so fucking tight already any contact from her was going to be shit hot.

  "You like that?" she asked, turning my tricks back on me. "You like my fingers on you?"

  "Sasha." Her other hand curled around the base of my cock as her lips lowered closer and closer, until her breath tickled my hot skin.

  "You want to fuck my mouth, Savage?"

  "I want you to fuck my cock with your mouth."

  Her lips closed around my tip, then lowered all the way once and out. My head lolled back and I moaned, a hand finding its way into her hair.

  "Fuck, Montgomery. What if someone walks in?"

  Her tongue ran along the entire underside of my cock before she replied, "No one is coming. Shut the fuck up and let me suck you off."

  Well, I wasn't fucking complaining about that. Her lips closed over the head of my cock and the tip of her tongue flicked back and forth, teasing. When the fuck did she get so good with her mouth? How many other men had she sucked off? The thought slammed into my head before I could stop it. I wasn't the jealous type...was I?

  "Sasha," I groaned as she began bobbing up and down. "Sasha, stop."

  Ignoring me, her hand gripped my balls tighter and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Burying my hands into her hair, I pulled her away and she gazed up at me, plainly hurt that I'd made her stop.

  "What the fuck, Savage?"

  "How may guys are you sucking off?"

  "What?"

  "How many other guys do you suck off, Montgomery?"

  She slapped my hands away, clearly offended. "I don't fuck my way to the top like a whore," she hissed. "And I haven't sucked off anyone since the day I laid eyes on you, Savage. Now let me fucking finish you off." I hissed sharply as her fingers circled the base of my cock and squeezed. "Do as your fucking told."

  Fucking hell she was a beast. A demon. A fuckin' dominatrix.

  Her mouth lowered over my cock again and she began sucking, running her lips up and down, working my base with both hands. She fucked me with her mouth in a frenzy, like she needed this more than I did.

  "If you don't stop, I'm going to blow in your mouth," I groaned, curling my hands into her hair again.

  Ignoring me, she bared her teeth against the underside of my cock, making me thrust up into her mouth. Fuck. I felt my orgasm welling up in my balls and she'd made it clear she wasn't letting me go without taking everything I gave, so I let go. I came suddenly and powerfully, spurting into the back of her throat and she let out a little mewling sound like a cat that only made me hold her hair harder as I thrusted again, helping her milk every drop. I didn't want to hurt her, I didn't…but I couldn't control it.

  With one last pull of her teeth, I let the rest of my orgasm pour into her mouth and sagged back i
nto the chair.

  Lots of chicks had blown me over the years, but that? That was something else.

  Sasha was still on her knees, stroking my cock, licking off every last drop of come like a fucking siren and I knew I'd never have eyes for another woman.

  "Are you okay?" I asked, worried I'd hurt her when I'd gotten too forceful.

  "Yes," she replied, crawling into my lap, my cock still standing to attention between us. Her legs straddled my waist and her sheepish gaze met mine.

  Caressing her face with the pads of my thumbs I captured her in a soft kiss. "Great blow job, Montgomery."

  "Yeah?"

  "You have no idea." I ran my palms up and down her thighs. "What about you?"

  "You can do me tonight."

  "You sure? I'd fuckin' love to lick you right now."

  Pressing her lips to mine, she kissed me slowly, her tongue caressing mine with long, lazy strokes. Drawing back, she murmured, "I expect multiple orgasms tonight, Savage. Mult-i-ple."

  "You got it, sexy." Sitting up, I coaxed her from my lap, so I could pull my jeans back on. "We better go back." I never wanted to leave this room after that orgasm, but I still had a rehearsal to get through before the actual recording started on Monday.

  "Mick?"

  "Yeah?" I asked, putting my favorite appendage back into its package.

  "Can we keep this between us? Just for now?"

  I cocked my head to the side. "Why?" I wanted the whole fucking world to know that she was mine.

  "It's just-" She hesitated in that infuriatingly sexy way of hers.

  "Spit it out."

  "It's just, the label, the band…I'm not sure how it would fly. I really want to keep this job. Like really want to. I just want to make sure it won't stuff things up first."

  "Are you sure?" She kinda had a point, but it was still annoying.

  Sasha nodded a little uncertainly and I pulled her against my chest. "If that's what you want," I murmured, running my fingers through her tangled hair. "As long as I still get you."

  So, it went like that for a few days. We'd sneak off after recording or after dinner and we'd fuck ourselves stupid. I didn't care what position we were in, as long as I was in her, then it was explosive. Coming was always a favorite hobby of mine, but coming in Sasha Montgomery? That was an Olympic sport and I was a gold fucking medalist.

  Fuck, and when she'd finally wrapped that dirty mouth of hers around my cock and sucked? I was gone. I was so gone it wasn't even funny.

  And the guys? Well, they never noticed a thing. She wanted to keep our status a secret for now until she was sure it wasn't going to cause any waves with the label, but deep down, I knew she wanted to see if I was the real deal. If I actually meant what I said, but she had nothing to worry about. I wasn't going anywhere and I had no intentions of fucking someone else.

  After rehearsal had wrapped that arvo, we'd gone to the closest bar and decided to get shit-faced before we had to get down to serious business on Monday. Sasha was off on some errand, so I let it be. Joe's bird, Alexis had just gotten in the day before, so he was off having a fucking balls deep good time, so it was just me, Rob and West, who was still sans-Blair.

  The occasional good looking woman would throw me a smile and a flirty little pout, the kind of pout that had me bending them over in a corner somewhere, but I found myself looking the other way. Looking for someone who wasn't there, so I got out my phone and sent her a text.

  The guys and I are at this bar for a few drinks. You should come.

  A moment later, I got, Wow, a party invitation.

  I want to touch your pussy. I added in the name of the place and the address.

  In a bar?

  Wherever I can.

  Deviant.

  I want you here. I want you beside me. That last one went over the line she wasn't ready to cross yet and she didn't reply straight away.

  West pushed me from behind. "Who you texting?"

  Hiding the screen, I said, "No one."

  "No one?" he asked. "Didn't look like no one from that stupid fucking smile on your face."

  Sasha didn't want to tell anyone, but Joe, West, Rob…they were my best mates. Considering how I was beginning to feel about her, keeping it from them didn't feel entirely right. But I was terrified of fucking it up, so I just shrugged.

  West wasn't buying it. "At least ten women have tried it on with you tonight and you haven't gone for any of them. You're slipping, mate."

  "Not into it." I glanced over at Rob, who was working his wiles on a pretty brunette by the bar. Then there was West, taken, his girl still halfway across the world. I'd never think twice about ditching him for a fuck, but I found myself wanting to use it as an excuse for holding out for Sasha.

  He slapped me on the shoulder. "Just 'cos I don't fuck around anymore, doesn't mean you should deny yourself a little bit of pussy."

  "I'm empty," I said waving my once full bottle of Corona at him. "I'm getting another."

  "You got a problem with your dick?" he asked with a frown. Damn, he was onto me.

  Shoving him playfully, I said, "No, it stands up just fine, asshole."

  Weaving through the throng, I leaned against the bar and ordered another Corona. Glancing up, I caught the gaze of a pretty looking bird across the other end. It was obvious she liked what she saw, it always was. This was a skill I was very familiar with and one that I'd put to use on a daily basis. She was making sexy eyes at me and out of habit, a slow grin of approval pulled at my lips.

  Glancing at my phone again, the screen was still blank. No message from Sasha and I kinda felt disappointed.

  "Hey."

  The woman with the sexy eyes was standing beside me in my personal airspace and I didn't have to give you ten bucks to bet on the fact that she'd let me bend her over in the bathroom. A week ago, she would've been the exact woman I'd sink my teeth into. Tall, willowy, dark hair, nice tits. She was up for a bit of fun and didn't seem to give a crap that it would just be a one night kinda gig. Unfortunately for her, I was currently obsessed with a punk rock firecracker.

  "Sorry, love," I drawled. "My dick's spoken for tonight."

  "Really? Then where is she? I'm here right now." Her clawed hand came to rest on my arm and I shook her off.

  "I'm sure there's plenty of other guys who'd want a fuck and toss, but it ain't gunna be me."

  She looked at me and pouted.

  "You can pout those loose lips of yours all you want, sugar. They ain't gunna be sucking my cock." And with that, I spun on my heel to check my phone for the hundredth time and turned straight into Sasha fuckin' Montgomery.

  "You tell her, handsome."

  "You never texted me back," I grumbled, my gaze raking over her perky little tits, right down to her long legs - legs I instantly pictured wrapped around my waist.

  "What, are you a clingy girlfriend now?"

  I felt my balls shrink. "Guess so."

  We were standing in the middle of a crowd of strangers, so I chanced it and stepped into her, planting a kiss right on her lips. She gasped and I took the opportunity to slide my tongue against hers and taste what I'd been aching for all night.

  She jerked away and hit my chest with the flat of her palm. "Savage."

  "I'm not apologizing, sexy. I wanted to taste you, so I took."

  "You blew that woman off for me."

  "I told you, Montgomery. I. Want. You."

  Her lips curved into a smile and the rest of the world didn't exist anymore.

  "Want to get out of here?"

  She just took my hand and ducked her head down as we made a break for it, straight back to the hotel, straight back to bed and there was no way I was stopping. Not for anyone or anything. And just like that, I'd realized she'd turned my world on its head.

  My world was her and I was fuckin' fine with that.

  Sasha

  When I stepped out onto the footpath outside the bar, the warm evening air kissed my skin in a way that made me feel alive.<
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  Mick had blown off an easy fuck for me.

  I felt him stop beside me, his hand still firmly in mine. It felt right, being here like this.

  "I want this," I murmured, glancing up at him. "You and me."

  "What do you mean?" he asked, dropping my hand.

  "You know how I feel, Mick."

  His eyes darkened and he turned to hail a cab.

  On the way back to the hotel, we never spoke a word. He trailed his fingertips across my inner thigh, pressing into my clit through my jeans, every so often leaning over to kiss whatever piece of skin he could connect with. My cheek, my jaw, my lips. With every touch, I became wetter, my thighs clenching in anticipation at the promise of him sliding inside and he knew it. Mick Savage was a sexual deviant and in that moment, every part of me was his and I was fine with that.

  The moment the door to his hotel room closed behind us, he pulled off his T-shirt and dropped his pants, then he stepped forward and practically ripped every article of my clothing off before I could strip.

  "Bend over," he commanded, but didn't wait for me to comply. He just pushed me forward over the table, my breasts hard against the cool surface. I was so turned on, I didn't pick up on the change in his touch until I felt his hand slap my ass cheek. I knew guys liked to manhandle a little during sex, but Mick had never touched me like that.

  I heard him open up a condom as his hand rubbed back and forth across my folds, spreading my arousal.

  "Mick," I gasped.

  Leaning over me, he rubbed the underside of his cock between my ass cheeks, a hand curling painfully into my hair. He held me in place as the other hand spread my legs wide, then spread my folds apart.

  "I'm going to fuck you from behind," he growled. "I'm going to fuck you hard and I'm not fucking stopping."

  Without waiting for a response, he pushed his cock into me deep and hard and I cried out. I wasn't ready to take him and the sensation of him filling me burned a little, but still felt good. He'd already pulled out and was thrusting again, his skin slapping against mine. We'd been having sex multiple times a day for the last week and he'd never fucked me like this. Like an animal…like a thing.