by Terry Towers
Chapter 10
Zack
“This is an interesting twist,” I commented as Dylan and I rode the elevator up to our floor. I was trying to be as light as possible about the situation, but inside I was feeling quite shaken up. I should have known that having sex in a public place would expose Violet. She wasn’t a fan or groupie; she was our manager. I should have been smarter than that.
“That’s one way to say it. Another way to say it is that you should never have fucked her in the first place.”
I looked over at Dylan. “It happened, man. What can I say? Things happen. We’re all traveling together. Feelings begin to develop. You know this as well as I do.”
The elevator reached our floor and the doors slid open. We both stepped onto the floor, but I hesitated. Violet must be taking what happened hard. Why wouldn’t she? The world didn’t know who she was, but if they ever found out…. She needed someone and the least I could do was offer her a shoulder to lean on.
My hand shot out and I stopped the doors from closing. “I’m going to talk to her.”
Dylan hesitated. “Yes, you’re right.” He began to re-enter the elevator, but I stopped him, blocking his path.
“I think it’s better if just I go alone so we can sort it out. It’s me that got her into this potential mess. We were the ones in the video; we don’t need a group to discuss it.”
It looked like Dylan was going to protest, but decided against it, nodding. “Very well. Do me a favor and keep your dick out of her this time, would that be too much to ask?”
I was a little pissed off over that comment. Who did he think he was to tell me who I could and could not sleep with? But instead of getting into it with him, I nodded. “Yeah, fine. I’ll see what I can do.”
Who the hell did he think he was? Did he think I was just wagging my dick all around, putting it into anyone and anything that just came along? Okay, perhaps to a certain degree he was right, but I wasn’t a complete whore.
“Alright. I’ll check in with you later.”
Stepping fully into the elevator, I pressed the button to close the doors before Dylan changed his mind and wanted to come after me. I rode down two floors and arrived at Violet’s. Once the doors slid open, I rushed out and straight to her room. Knocking, I waited assuming she’d be inside.
It took three rounds of knocking, I was about to turn around and walk away thinking I’d need to call her or hunt her down when the door opened and there stood Violet in a pair of boxers and form-fitting t-shirt, both featuring Minions. She looked really cute and as usual, my dick began to swell.
Damn. Why couldn’t I get a handle on my cock, this was silly. If I was seventeen, then sure, I’d understand, but I was really too old for this shit.
“Can I come in?”
She stepped aside and waved me inside, closing the door behind me, her expression unreadable. I walked over to the minibar and pulled out a bottle of wine. Cracking it open, I grabbed two glasses and sat down on the loveseat. Placing the glasses on the coffee table, I poured us each a glass.
“I think you could use this,” I said motioning towards the bottle of wine.
After a moment’s hesitation, she sat down next to me and grabbed one of the glasses, taking a hearty swig and downing a third of the glass in one go.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, concerned.
“I’m not doing that great, Zack. I could lose my job if it gets discovered that was me.”
Reaching over to her, I placed my hand on her knee, not sure if she’d let me keep it there or not. She looked down at my hand but didn’t attempt to brush it off. “I assure you, you’ll always have a job as long as I have something to do with it. And guess what, it’s my decision, so you have nothing to worry about.”
“That’s great and all, but what happens if the band breaks up, or dies out? Those are the realities; you and the rest of the band are making enough money to live off for the rest of your lives. I still have to build that nest egg; there wasn’t much of an inheritance from my father believe it or not. I need to make it on my own.”
“None of those things will happen. Hypnotic is here to stay.” Despite my words, she was right. You never knew what would be hot and what wouldn’t from one day to the next. There were so many bands who were on top of the world only to be gone and never heard from again, a few years later.
This was my fault. Mine and my dick’s. I felt like such a shit. If something did happen, it would be my fault. I’d make sure she was okay. I may be known as a party boy but being frivolous was not one of my vices. I had a decently funded investment portfolio that was working well for me. She was right; I’d never have to worry over money.
“Look.” I took a drink before continuing. “You’ll never have to worry. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of no matter what happens. This is my fault, and I’ll take responsibility if there’s a fallout.”
I looked her deep in the eyes and was relieved to see her expression softening. She sighed. “It wasn’t you. I started it. I should have had better self-control.”
“I did kiss you first; if it’s on anyone, it’s on me.”
She shrugged.
“Sometimes things happen.” I couldn’t remember who had started what. All that mattered was that it happened, in my mind. “It doesn’t matter. We’re in this together and you’ll never have to worry, that’s my guarantee.”
She smiled, the first smile I’d seen from her since the talk show. I continued, “Only, me, you and Dylan know about what happened. It’ll be our little secret.”
“Maybe you’re right,” she said it soft and slowly, as if she wasn’t sure if she believed it. I watched as she brought the glass back up to her lips and finished off the wine, placing the glass back onto the coffee table.
“I know I’m right.” I’m not sure what came over me, but I couldn’t help but slide closer to her on the sofa and pull her into my arms, holding her tight to me.
“Thank you for coming here,” she whispered against my neck. “I really needed someone.”
“I’m here for you, Violet.” I kissed the top of her head and stroked her silky hair. She smelt amazing, the apple scent of her shampoo was so pure and innocent. I really loved it and I seriously doubted I’d ever be able to smell a Granny Smith apple again without thinking of her.
“Thank you.”
I’m not sure if she did it on purpose, or if it was just my wishful thinking, but I felt her lips brush against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine and jump-starting my dick. We were about to enter dangerous territory. Again.
I needed to pull back and let her go. I needed to get away from there as quickly as possible. But then her lips brushed against my lips again and I groaned softly.
Stop it. Stop it. Stop it, the voice at the back of my mind screamed at me.
I pulled back, but before I knew what was happening, my lips were on hers. Or her lips were on mine, I couldn’t say for sure which way it came about. Our kiss started soft and sweet, our lips and tongues gently exploring each other. A warmth ran through me and all of a sudden, I was overcome by the need to make her feel good again, no matter how I had to achieve it.
Pulling my lips from hers, I stood and then bent down and scooped her up into my arms. She smiled, wrapping her arms around my neck as I carried her across the room and into the bedroom. Once at the bed, I laid her gently onto it and leaned down over her, my lips claiming hers again.
She moaned against my lips, which sent another surge of need through me. At this point my dick was on high alert and ready for action. But I couldn’t claim her like that, not just because I’d promised Dylan, but also because I wanted tonight to be about her only.
With great reluctance, I moved my lips from hers and began to kiss my way along her jawline and down the side of her neck. She moaned softly as I nibbled on a particularly sensitive spot on her neck.
As my lips moved lower, I slipped a hand down her stomach and under the waistband of her boxers
, cupping her mound. I could feel the moisture beginning to build between her legs. This was going to be anguish for me but hearing her scream my name as she came would be well worth the effort.
Grabbing the waistband of her boxers, I pulled them down, pleased to see she was minus panties and was freshly shaven. I was truly going to enjoy feasting on her for a second night in a row.
“Zack, you don’t have—”
I didn’t give her a chance to finish her protest as I immediately spread her soft folds and lowered my head. I ran my tongue along the length of her, pausing a moment to tease her clit. She groaned and bucked at my mouth. I made a second and third pass, until her clit was bright and swollen.
Dipping a finger into her, I stroked her inner wall, making her jerk on the bed, clutching at the blankets under her. Smiling, I began flicking and circling her clit with my tongue, while continuing to torture her core, stroking just the right spot to cause her to whimper and call out my name.
“Fuck me,” she gasped, lifting her head and staring down at me.
“No.” I caught her gaze.
She groaned dropping her head back and closing her eyes.
Feeling her body begin to tighten, I removed my fingers from her core and slipped my tongue deep within her. She immediately bucked against my mouth.
Oh yes, show me how much you want it, I thought, with a slight grin.
As my tongue tortured her core, my fingers played with her clit. I could feel her body become tighter and tighter. She was so close to exploding. The juices greeting my tongue increased and then finally I had her. She screamed out my name as she bucked against my mouth. Her pussy clenched around my tongue for a brief second before an explosion of her juices greeted it. I lapped her juices up like they were the finest cream, ensuring she was clean before lifting my head to find her staring at me again, with unadulterated desire in her eyes.
My dick was killing me in my pants. I’d have given just about anything to sink my cock deep into her, but I couldn’t. I needed to prove to her and myself that I was more than just an asshole who wants to fuck. But there was no way in hell I was leaving her tonight.
Slipping off the bed, I quickly shed my clothing, aware that her eyes were drinking me in as I stripped. Her eyes fixated on my erect shaft. Damn it was hard to keep from giving her what she undoubtedly wanted.
Sitting up, she pulled her shirt up and over her head, displaying a pair of perfect breasts to me. There were so many things I could do to her. We could spend the entire night together indulging in each other; after all there were no prying eyes here, or videos to be filmed.
“We can’t,” I said, reading her mind. “It’s what got us in trouble in the first place.” Walking to the side of the bed, I slipped in and under the blankets, waiting for her to join me.
“You’re right,” she whispered. Snuggling up beside me, her head on my chest and leg across mine, it took only minutes before she was sound asleep.
But I couldn’t be sleep. Between my blue balls and the turmoil brewing inside my head I doubted I’d be able to sleep at all tonight. Taking my dick in my hand, I began to stroke myself, praying I wouldn’t wake the already snoring Violet.
Having her warm body so close to mine and the taste of her still on my tongue was an incredible inspiration. As gently as possible my hand worked my dick, using my own precum to lubricate my shaft. My mind shifted back in time to the previous night. She rode me with a wild abandon that I would never have imagined possible for someone as controlled as her.
Her hair had whipped wildly around her head as she bounced, her perfect breasts bouncing before my lips. I was coming closer. My balls were tightening and there was a tightness in my stomach that indicated I was about to reach my breaking point. My hand moved quicker, gently rocking the bed. She stirred, but didn’t wake.
What would she do if she woke up? Would she put her lips around my armed dick and suck me dry?
I groaned out loud at the thought of her lips around my cock, drinking every drop of my seed as the tension within me broke and I exploded, my seed shooting upward and dropping down over my hand.
It was then that something occurred to me that hadn’t previously. I was stuck in a bed that was now sticky with cum and no other option other than to endure, unless I wanted to wake Violet and explain what had happened next to her while she slept.
“Oh, fuck my life,” I groaned.
Chapter 11
Violet
I stretched as I woke. Feeling the bed beside me, I wasn’t surprised to find that Zack was gone. We were in the middle of a very volatile situation. As much as I told myself that I wasn’t going to be intimate with Zack and Dylan again, it seems that either I’d become a whore, or that the feeling between us meant that there was no way of us resisting each other. There was a strong connection that was developing between me and both men. This was insanity.
Flipping the blankets off myself, I made my way to the bathroom and took a quick shower. The warmth of the water and strawberry smell of the liquid soap was so refreshing.
My foot was just stepping out of the shower when there was a knock on the door. Awww. Damn. Grabbing the hotel-issued robe from back of the door, I pulled it on, tying it up just as I opened the door to reveal Dylan.
“Dylan. Wh-” I didn’t even finish the sentence as I noticed a serving cart jam-packed with a variety of foods and beverages.
“I thought you might be hungry, so I took it upon myself to serve breakfast.” He didn’t wait for me to reply, “Excuse me.” I stepped aside as he brushed past me and entered the room. What was it with him and catching me in my robe? I was starting to get a serious sense of déjà vu.
“How are you doing?” he asked, parking the cart beside the sofa and uncovering the dishes. The smell of the food began to fill the room, causing my stomach to begin to grumble.
“This all looks amazing. I’m just going to get dressed, okay?”
He looked up at me with a wicked grin on his face. “Don’t feel you need to get dressed on my account.”
Damn he was sexy, with his dark short-cut hair and eyes so dark they looked like shining onyx. He had the concept of tall, dark, and handsome down pat. I was having a hard time comprehending that I’d been with both him and Zack physically. I was hardly a groupie and been around big names in the past, but Dylan and Zack had a sex appeal that I’d never noticed from other men before.
In an ideal world, I’d be able to be with both of them, and we’d all live happily ever after. But this wasn’t an ideal world. We were in a situation where every part of these men’s lives was under a microscope, and—if I didn’t watch myself—mine would be too.
Walking into the bedroom, I closed the door behind me, although to what end I didn’t know. He’d already seen me naked; there wasn’t anything left for him to see that he hadn’t seen already. But I closed it anyhow.
Grabbing my suitcase, I placed it onto the bed and opened it up. Deciding to keep it nice and simple, I grabbed a pair of jeans and a low v-neck forest-green t-shirt that I knew matched my eyes to perfection. Once dressed, I re-entered the living room to find Dylan sitting on the sofa with a plate of food already in front of him. He hadn’t started to eat yet, but I could see that he was itching to dig in.
Grabbing a plate, it took me a minute to figure out what I wanted to eat as there was such a selection. Everything from fresh fruit, to bacon and waffles. It was amazing. Once I was satisfied with my selections and had poured myself a tall glass of apple juice, I sat down next to him.
“How are you feeling?” he asked before popping a piece of bacon into his mouth.
I debated between flashing him a smile and lying though my teeth or telling him the truth. I suspected he already knew me well enough to see right through any type of bullshit that I tried to feed him. “I’m not doing great; I’ll be honest with you.”
“It’s a sticky situation, but I think you’re worrying more then you need to.”
“What do you mean m
ore then I need to? My ass will be fired if Carter finds out.”
“If you get fired then we hire you directly.”
Flashing him a rueful smile, I shook my head. “Carter’s company is world renowned. That would be insane to do something like that.”
“Then call me crazy.”
“Besides, it’s not just you and Zack. You’ve got an entire group to consider.”
“Then we go to bat for you. What happens in our personal lives has no bearing on how you work for us.”
“I’ll be known as the manger that got the position for being the tour prostitute.”
Dylan huffed and rolled his eyes. “You’re being melodramatic.”
Raising a brow, I stared at him. “Am I really?” I could name a number of scandals right off the top of my head that ruined manager’s careers. I had my father’s name to protect as well. “And I refuse to allow my father’s memory to be tarnished because I couldn’t act appropriately around a couple of sexy singers.”
He grinned wide. “I’m sexy, huh?”
I groaned. Last thing he needed was his ego fed.
“Things always work out, you’ll see. Look at us. It started with just me and Zack playing our guitars on the sidewalks for quarters, now look at us.”
“You are extremely talented.”
“There’s a lot of undiscovered talented performers out there. We got very lucky.”
I reached out and touched his arm. He never came off as insecure; it was flattering to see him expose a vulnerable side of himself to me. “It was hardly luck. Luck doesn’t make you part of the most sought-after group on the planet. That’s talent, plain and simple.”
“Don’t know. I’ve spent a lot of time on the streets, and I always wondered how we managed to get on top while many of the others who could sing circles around us never got recognized.”
“You’re also hardworking. Yes, Zack in particular has had a reputation for being a bit of a playboy, but when it comes right down to it, everyone in the band is dedicated. I’ve done a lot of research on your music and rise to fame once I was assigned Hypnotic and your music is brilliant. I was a fan before I became your manager, despite the band reputation.”
