I roll her nipple between my thumb and finger and she squirms and humps into me. I moan when she hits my clit with force of her thrust. Suckling my nipple I play with hers and get lost in the moment of ecstasy.
She pulls back suddenly, breathless her face is flush her eyes are glowing. I feel sad I lost the grip on that beautiful nipple of hers. I reach out to snap it up again and she takes my hand and presses it to her breast.
“My body wants you to touch it. To feel it.” She moans out of breath, biting her pouty bottom lip.
“I like touching it. It’s soft.” I say softly. And mean it. I’m not good at this.
“I want to taste you.” She looks down my breasts and pushes back my skirt to reveal a small patch of red hair just above my bare pussy. “Oh it’s perfect.” She groans. “Can I taste it?” she asks sweetly. I can’t deny that voice anything. It’s so perfect and sexy.
I nod biting my lip.
“I’m going to make you feel so good and I am going to play with myself while I do it.” She says almost greedily.
She kneels on the floor between my legs I open myself up to her and scoot forward so my butt is a little over the side of the counter. This is so hot! She looks up into my eyes from between my legs. She’s so beautiful and sexy and perfect. I wish I looked half as good as her. And that lustful glint in her eye pushes my burning over the edge. I need her mouth on me.
“Please.” I plead in a whisper.
“Oh yes.” She moans in a hiss and takes a finger, sliding it up and down my wet slit. I throw my head back and grab the edge of the counter.
“Oh god!” I pant.
“You’re so wet and so soft and perfect.” She says sexily rubbing her finger up and down me. I’m on edge and her finger feels so good. “Do you want me to touch you here?” she asks rubbing my clit in a circle. “Or here?” she pokes her finger just a little into my tight hole. I squirm and whimper wanting more. “I think your greedy little pussy wants me to touch both.” She states seductively. Her hot breath tantalizing my skin.
I bob my head a lot agreeing, breathing heavily. Her finger at my core has me on fire. My body is aching for a release. I want her on me. Bad. So bad!
“Have you been a good enough girl? To be touched?” she asks her voice is dripping with sex.
“I’ve been a very good girl.” I whimper tightening my grip on the edge her finger swirling around my hole.
“Does your greedy little body want more? How about I give it even more of what it wants.” She moans and slides her finger over my back entrance. I clinch up and freeze. I’ve never had anyone touch me there before.
“Oh baby it’s a virgin isn’t it. How about I make it feel real good.” She circles my back hole with her finger.
I whimper. It feels so good. It all feels so good. I want her to touch me. I want her on me. Her skin is so soft and she’s so sexy. Oh god please touch me more! Give me more!
I bob my head.
“Do you want me to finger my pussy? While I fuck your ass with my tongue?” she growls.
“Yes.” I moan begging to be touched. She’s teasing me and taunting me and I just want to come. I want to have her all over me. I need it so bad!
“Yes what Emily?” she demands.
“Yes. I want you to play with your pussy.” I croak out. My body is shaking with desire.
“And?” She’s stern
“I want you to fuck my ass with your tongue.” I’m panting so hard. I can’t hardly sit still. She just keeps circling my hole with her fingertip. I’m on edge.
“That’s right baby.” She says and she shoves her tongue at my rear hole. I scream out in pleasure! I am about to come. Oh god!
“Yes.” I hiss between my teeth bucking my ass to her tongue. I can hear her loudly fingering herself. The slapping of her fingers in her pussy is driving me wild. She’s tonguing me hard and moaning. Oh god! Yes! Oh yes!
“Fuck!” I scream and fist my hair and I come so hard I shudder and grab her head and force her tongue to my ass. “Yesssss.” I moan making her bob her tongue at my hole. I’m still twitching from an orgasm and I can instantly feel another one coming. It’s burning in my belly. This has never happened this quick before. Oh god!
She’s moaning and pounding her sweet hot pussy with her fingers. The urgency of her tongue on my ass tells me she’s about to come too. So I grab her hair and thrust my ass against her tongue fast and hard. I know she’s loving it because she’s moaning so loud it’s echoing with mine. She comes loud and sucks her lips to my hole screaming. Her breathing heaving in and out. I’m still on the edge. I know I need to come again. She take a minute to stop twitching and I let go of her hair. She grabs onto my hips knowing I need more. And laps my ass hard and fast with neediness. I can feel it building again. Oh I’m already close. Fuck!
“Oh yeah.” I moan.
“Say it!” she demands. “Say it!”
“Fuck my ass baby. Fuck my ass.” I cry out and she plows it with her tongue I arch my back and shatter into perfect orgasmic pieces. I grab her hair coming down from my release and twitch until my toes uncurl.
She stops lapping my hole once I’m done and lets my legs fall. They feel heavy and I am perfectly sated. She stands her face red from fucking me with her tongue. A perfect smile draws from her pouty lips.
“That was so hot.” She says breathing heavily.
I smile still panting, my mouth is dry. “Wow.” is all I can muster.
We get dressed. And we make sure our hair is back looking half ways normal. Which I think we succeed. She intertwines her fingers with mine and we walk out of the bathroom hand in hand like nothing happened.
We reach the club and I find James standing outside the door we entered in through to go into the office area. He shoots me a sly smile. Yep, James knows I just got sated by a lesbian. Horny pregnant twenty four-year-old can’t help that she likes a very sexy woman named Claire with has a magic tongue like Johnathan has a magic penis. Maybe that’s why he named his record company Magic records. That might be a topic of conversation one of these days.
“Thanks.” She says squeezing my hand.
“For what? You’re the one that did all the work.” I say standing next our table.
“Yeah, but I wanted to. And maybe sometime we can do that again. If not, that’s okay too. But what I was planning on talking to you about is. I want to talk some champagnes with you to use the band for. There are a bunch of companies who would die to get their hands on Stricken to promote their products. The guys would make a boat load of cash and likely get a bunch of free gear. It’s kind of like sponsorships. I work at the LA office mostly and I know you have eight more weeks of touring but maybe if we talk in the meantime I can set some stuff up and maybe test out the waters. I wouldn’t sign Stricken to us exclusively because I know that’s asking a bit much. But I’d love to work with them. You think it over.“ She says and slides me over two business cards.
“My work numbers and work email are on the front and I already put my cell number and my personal email on the back. Get a hold of me about this please or get a hold of me for other things if you’d like. I know I would.” She eyes me up and down.
I blush. “You are a charmer you know.”
“No, I just know what I want and I will do whatever I can to have it.” She says licking her lips. She’s so beautiful. I wonder why she went into the advertising world to work behind the scenes when she’d make the perfect model.
“What are you thinking?” she asks. Shit! I must have looked too deep in thought. I hate when I do that.
“I was just thinking you are very beautiful and I can’t believe you don’t model.” I blurt honestly.
She chuckles. “I’m not the one who should be modeling, you are. Seriously. I have a few agencies who would die to have a petite big breasted red head with a luscious ass.” She gooses me. “Plus I’m too old to model.” She adds.
“You really like asses don’t you? And there is no way you’re t
oo old.”
“Oh honey you have no idea how much I love asses.” She smiles darkly and slides her hand over my backside again softer this time. Goose bumps flow over my skin. “Especially yours. Yes, I am too old. Maybe if I was twenty five I’d model but I’m closing in on forty in the next two years. I’m past that prime.”
Holy shit! I resist the urge to allow my mouth to fall to the floor. I don’t want to insult her. This woman standing in front of me looks no older than maybe twenty seven on a bad night. And she’s thirty eight. I just screwed a thirty eight-year-old lesbian in the bathroom. She’s fourteen years older than me. Hot damn! But she’s gorgeous.
“I would have never guessed.” I say politely.
“About what? My age or how much I like asses? Cause there’s a whole lot more I’d love to do to that hot ass of yours that would include a lot more than just using my tongue.” She winks seductively. My belly burns again. Is it five hundred degrees in this club or is it just me?
“Your age.” I choke out.
“Well how old are you? I know I don’t look thirty eight but sometimes I feel it. Other than tonight of course.” She eyes me sexily. Man she must still be horned up with all these hot little innuendos.
“I’m twenty four.” I blurt.
Now, her mouth falls open in disbelief.
“What? Are you serious? She asks completely taken back.
“That’s what it says on my birth certificate and driver’s license.” I kid.
“Shit, well you’re the youngest woman I’ve been with by four years.” She says.
“Is that okay?” I ask eerily.
“Hell yes sweetheart, you keep me young.” She grabs my ass again. Her fetish with asses is defiantly something to be taken seriously.
We talk a little more and say our goodnights and I ride with James back to the hotel. It was a good night tonight. I don’t feel guilty at all for enjoying Claire and I look forward to working with her in the future. She’s more dominate than I first thought especially in the sex department but I don’t think we’ll be heading down that road again anytime soon. Although I like her and I could see us becoming friends. If she can stay away from trying to lick me the next time I see her. But time will tell.
Chapter Twenty Two
I open my eyes. What the hell? Who in the world is pounding on the door at? I look over at the alarm clock next to my bed. Eight ten in the damn morning. The pounding continues. So I slide out of bed.
“Hold on a minute.” I yell as I throw on a hotel robe. I came back to the room last night and took a quick shower and went to sleep naked. I was exhausted from those three perfect orgasms.
I peek out the hole at my door. Son of a bitch!
“What do you want Johnathan?” I ask through the closed door.
“I need to talk to you.” He’s begs.
“At eight in the morning? Couldn’t it wait until later or maybe never?” I ask frustrated.
“Let me in please.” He begs again.
“Johnathan, Stacy is in here sleeping. I can’t wake him with our bickering.”
“I don’t care I need in now and I need to talk to you and find James please.” He’s resorted to whining now.
“Fine.” I tug the door open and pull my robe tighter around me.
“Thanks.” He says coming in. He’s breathing heavy and his face has lost all its color.
“Are you okay?”
“Do I look okay?” he points to his face, he’s almost hyperventilating again. The second time in two days.
“Sit down on the couch and tell me what’s up.” I gesture to the couch in the living room area. He sits down and places his elbows on his knees, his fingers in his hair. He breaks down and starts to cry. Tears are pouring down his face.
“Johnathan what’s wrong?” I suck back a sniffle. I can’t do crying. I cry almost every time. Suck it up Bronwyn! You can do this!
“Everything.” He sobs fisting his hair to the point his knuckles are white.
“Do you want me to call James? What do you need him for?” I ask calmly. Two mornings in a row he’s been crazy. Maybe he had another nightmare. Poor man.
“Yes, tell him there are three woman crashed out in my room and I need them gone asap.” He says and his crying worsens just as my heart sinks and drops out of my chest and falls onto the floor. I never thought getting confirmation that he fucked a bunch of chicks would hurt this bad but it does. I resist the urge to rub my heart. It’s so painful I fear if I rub it the pain might get worse.
“Okay.” I say on a deep exhale and I go into my bedroom retrieve my phone off the nightstand and call James tell him what’s up and he says it’ll be taken care of right away. I also make sure to tell him to stay close because something is wrong with Johnathan.
“Did you call him?” he asks wiping his nose when I come back into the room.
“Yes, he said he’ll have them removed.” I say calmly even though I am anything but.
“So would you like to tell me what’s really wrong?” I sit on the floor in front of him my legs tucked under me. He at me. His eyes are puffy, bloodshot, his skin is clammy and he’s shaking. Oh no! “Johnathan.” My tone is warning. I think I know what this is! Fuck!
“I’m so fucked up in the head short stack.” He smacks his messy hair on his head hard.
“What happened? What do you need me to do to help?” I ask calmly and softly. I am trying to be a caring friend even though he ripped my heart out.
“I fucked up!” he yells fisting his hair.
“What did you do Johnathan?” I ask firmly and hard but not mean.
“I’ve been having nightmares for the past two almost three weeks. Bad ones. There back. You saw one yesterday. Well, about a week ago just after you left to go to Indiana to see your mom and dad I got drunk at a bar in North Carolina and I met up with this dude. He offered me some coke and I took it. Then I went back to the bus that night and slept the high off and my nightmare the next morning wasn’t as bad. Or I didn’t think it was because when I woke up I was still messed up but I couldn’t remember most of it.” He says almost choking out every word. My heart breaks for him. I can’t believe he did drugs!
“I stayed on the bus the whole vacation and found more coke and I’ve been bingeing on it for the past week. Its help keep the nightmare memories away. Then last night I saw you humping that lesbian chick and I saw you orgasm. My heart broke. I mean fucking shattered. So when I saw you and her dip into the back I knew you two were about to do something else. So I took those three chicks you saw me with and brought them back here. We all doped up on coke and drank beer and whiskey. I fucked the brunette and threw up afterwards. I didn’t come but Jesus I was so drunk and hopped up I wasn’t fucking thinking.” He smacks his head again.
“I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have touched her. I’m so sorry.” He fists his hair again his knuckles are white. Tears fall from his eyes again.
“I’m so stupid baby. I’m so fucking stupid. I shouldn’t have touched her with my dick. It’s yours all yours. It’s not hers. She tainted it now. I fucking tainted my dick with her pussy. Oh god! What have I done!” he screams.
A tear escapes down my cheek. I feel so bad for him. This is terrible! I did part of this to him I feel like horseshit! I should have known not to mess with someone else in front of him I hate when he does it to me. It fucking hurts so bad! I’m so horrible.
He looks at me through watery eyes. “Oh no baby don’t cry! No! Fuck! Don’t cry Short stack.” he pleads.
I can’t help but cry. I feel horrible. Oh shit I think I am going to be sick. I cover my mouth and run as fast as I can into the bathroom and throw up bile into the toilet. I heave and I heave until there is nothing left. I wipe my mouth with a washcloth and he’s standing the doorway of the bath his eyes are puffy and dark circles are encasing them. He looks like hell.
“We need to get you help.” I say walking towards him. I grab his hand and escort him back into
the living room and push him to sit back down.
“I don’t need help baby I just need you. I can’t do this anymore. I am dying without you.” He says sadness penetrating his voice.
“You’re having nightmares Johnathan you need help and now you’re doing drugs. Have you done them before? And why didn’t you go see your family during break. That might have helped with all of this.”
“Yes, I’ve done drugs before. From thirteen until I was twenty two. I always stay on the bus when we have a break. Stacy stays with me sometimes because he feels sorry for me. I don’t have a family to go see.” He says pouty.
“No mom or dad?” I ask softly kneeling on the floor in front of him. Not touching.
“My parents are dead, have been for some time now and my sister is busy living her life with her kids and husband and I can’t be raining on their lives. I’m too fucked up for that. I haven’t spoken to her since I got out of rehab five years ago.”
I can’t help but think back to the nightmare yesterday. He was yelling at his dad about killing something. Or was it someone? I don’t know. But he was crying for his mom. Wow this poor man. I just want to hold him and take care of him. He needs that.
“I’m so sorry you were alone. I wish I would have known. We wouldn’t have stayed as long. How long were you in rehab for?”
“I was in for nearly a year. That’s where I met the guys. We were all in rehab together. Formed a band there. Got out and decided to try to do something about it. And here we are.” He shrugs.
“Wow that’s inspirational Johnathan. Really.” I give him a sweet smile. I want to lighten the load on his heart any way I can. Even if mine is torn to pieces.
“Yeah a real fucking Laura Ingles story.” He snaps.
“Hey, don’t be like that. So do you think you can stop the drugs again? Or do we need to put you through detox?” I pat his leg reassuringly.
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