Damien pointed his thumb over his shoulder. “This is my protection. It wards off those demons and protects me. It’s symbolic, but it’s a constant reminder of what I had to go through, all because I never got the love I was entitled to. I never had any parents that loved me. You do. Your parents love you.”
“Is that what this is about? Damien, it’s not the same thing. I know they love me. They just don’t approve of my lifestyle and they said horrible things to me.”
“They don’t have to approve. They’ll get used to it. Make amends before it’s too late. Before too much time goes by and you can’t repair the damage.” He pointed to the demons at his throat. “It’ll haunt you for the rest of your life if you don’t make things right.”
Chapter Fifteen
This first class cabin of the 777 aircraft was full of amenities – blankets, pillows, snacks, and a reclining seat that folded flat for a good night’s sleep. London was the first stop on Immortal Angel’s European tour and Jessi was excited about witnessing the impact the band had on fans abroad. She was looking forward to traveling to cities that she dreamed about visiting and about shopping in Paris and Milan. Shopping brought back her worries about leaving the store only a few days after its opening, but she couldn’t be in two places at once and she had to make a choice. It was her plan from the beginning to leave the store in the hands of a highly qualified retail manager. She needed to trust her decision.
Jessi lifted the plastic window shade to observe the land from above. It was unrecognizable, just shades of brown and green barely visible under the blaring sunlight.
Tommy shielded his sensitive eyes with his hand. “Lower that. The sun is blinding at this altitude.”
“I was just wondering where we are.”
Angel rested his hand on Tommy’s leg and bobbed his head in an attempt to look out the window. “Does it matter? We’re in the clouds and we’re together.” His dark eyes smiled at her. “Let’s never be apart again.”
Jessi nodded in agreement. She didn’t want to miss one second of the European tour. It was hard to be home and at peace with the knowledge that Tommy and Angel were experiencing Asia for the first time without her. Thankfully her studies and planning the store opening kept her busy, and Alyssa made sure her nightlife was full.
They had been in the air for a little over three hours and the plane echoed with constant chatter. Immortal Angel, plus Alyssa and Jessi, occupied most of the right hand side of the first class cabin, where cocktails, constant seat changes and energetic laugher were in abundance.
The well-dressed business-type passengers that inhabited the rest of the cabin stayed in their seats and quietly stole intimidated glances at the rebellious rock stars.
Jimmy popped his head over the seat from the row in front of Jessi. He had two miniature bottles of Jack Daniels in his hand. “Give these to Alyssa. She looks like she could use something to calm he nerves.”
Jessi took the bottles from Jimmy, but she knew Alyssa wouldn’t drink them in front of Damien. She offered the alcohol to Alyssa anyway. She was in a center seat in the row behind Jessi, wrapped in Damien’s tattooed arms.
Alyssa waved the bottles away.
“Go ahead,” Damien said. “I never told you to stop drinkin’ because of me. I get that this is rough on you.” He nodded toward the little bottles. “Take one.”
Even though a slight dip of the plane bleached Alyssa’s pale complexion a little whiter, she refused the alcohol. “No thanks. I can deal with it.”
The concern Damien portrayed for Alyssa, by holding her tight and pressing his lips against her dark hair, was sweet. They rarely showed affection in public, and their hard appearance made them seem unapproachable to some. It was endearing to see them cuddling together and nice to witness the softer side of Damien that he often kept hidden away from most people.
Jessi had no idea how long she slept, but it was quiet and dark. Her seat was flat and the blanket and pillow gave it a degree of comfort. The sound of an electronic ding made her lift her head. Tommy’s seat was empty and Angel was sitting upright, scrolling through the iPad that never seemed to be out of his reach.
“Where’s Tommy?” she whispered.
“In the bathroom.” He never shifted his gaze from his iPad.
She started to pull the covers back up and over her head, but stopped. She didn’t realize that she giggled out loud until Angel turned to look at her. She covered her mouth with her hand and laughed again.
Angel joined her with a soft chuckle. “What’s so funny?”
She slipped into the center seat and looked around at the other passengers. “Come on,” she pointed to the aisle. “Hurry up, before he comes back.”
“Hurry up, where?” His eyes widened when he realized what she was suggesting. “What if we get caught?”
“Just go,” she whispered. “I’ll join you in a couple of seconds.”
She counted to ten after Angel discreetly left his seat. She looked back at the red “occupied” sign over the lavatory and at the faces of the other passengers who were either asleep or dozing with a magazine. She had no idea if the three of them would fit in that pint-sized bathroom, but she was determined to find out. She walked down the aisle a little too quickly and stopped in front of the bathroom door. She didn’t want to knock and draw attention, so she pulled at the door handle. It opened a few inches and a hand pulled her inside.
“You’re a crazy fuckin’ bitch and I love you!” Tommy kissed her on the mouth, while Angel slid his hands around both of their waists. The bathroom was so tiny they barely had any room to move. They were sandwiched together like pedestrians on the E train during rush hour.
“How are we going to do this?” Angel giggled softly. “I’m afraid the door is going to fly open and the three of us are going to spill out onto the floor.”
Tommy had it all figured out. He sat on the closed toilet seat and pulled Angel to him by the hips. He pushed Angel’s sweatpants down to his knees and set his cock free. Tommy stroked it a few times then licked it.
Jessi was struggling to watch. There wasn’t much room on either side of Angel and Tommy’s beautiful blond hair fell over his face and blocked her view.
Angel let out a long sigh and a low grunt as Tommy pushed his mouth deeper. She wanted to be near him, to touch him, but Angel was blocking her. She ran her hands up Angel’s back, happy to have him in the middle for once, affording her access to his body. She lifted his shirt and kissed his back. The heat of his skin warmed her lips. She pushed the shirt up higher and he raised his arms so she could slip it over his head. She circled her arms around Angel’s waist and pressed her cheek to his back. He brought one of her hands to his lips and gently kissed the palm, before returning it to his waist.
Tommy was softly moaning as he worked Angel into a frenzy. She still had her cheek pressed against Angel’s back and she could feel the deep breaths moving in and out of his lungs. She caressed the round muscles of Angel’s shoulders and compared them to Tommy’s. They weren’t as broad, but they were hard and the curve of his biceps formed a perfect semi-circle. Her hand went to his precise, defined abs and she counted each one as she outlined it with the tip of her finger. She pressed her lips to his back and nestled her cheek against him. She hugged him tighter so their bodies were pressed together. His heated flesh was like a smoldering fire against her skin.
Angel staggered and braced his hands against the walls on either side of him. He uttered a deep sigh and rolled his head back. “Easy,” he whispered. “I’m gonna come. Slow down.”
Tommy placed tiny succulent kisses on the tip of Angel’s cock which made Angel shudder and tremble. Tommy stood up, which forced Angel and Jessi to take a step back, and they both fell into the wall.
Angel came face to face with Jessi as they maneuvered to change positions in the small space, and he kissed her. It was a soft closed mouth kiss with more affection than passion, but the look in his eyes and the tenderness in which his fingers
touched her cheek, accompanied by his tiny smile, made her freeze. There was a connection, an exchange between them that she couldn’t quite identify.
She sat on the closed toilet with Tommy in front of her. She opened his jeans, pushed them down to his ankles and he pulled one leg free. His erect cock was eye level, staring at her and she reach for it with both hands. She sucked him with a thirst and ached for every inch of him to be inside her mouth. Their time apart left her with an insatiable hunger for his body.
He gazed down, tugged at her shirt and unhooked her bra. She moaned as he cupped her breasts and circled and rubbed her nipples. His erratic breath blew down on her in short hot gusts and his hands slid down her back and dipped into her jeans. A finger slipped between her cheeks, just barely enough to reach her anus, and he teased her with the slightest bit of pressure. She wanted that finger. She didn’t care if it was in her ass, her pussy or her mouth, she wanted it inside her. She arched her back and tilted her hips toward the ceiling to give him greater access. He stretched his arm a little further and she was rewarded with a quarter inch of entry.
She sucked him harder and swallowed his cock until it gagged her. Her hand slipped and landed on top of Angel’s. He was squatting behind Tommy. His back was pressed to the wall and his mouth was on Tommy’s bottom, loudly slurping and licking away. As she bore down on Tommy, she pushed Angel into the back wall of the lavatory. He let out a grunt as he repeatedly thumped into the wall.
Tommy legs shook and his abdomen twitched. He placed his hand on the back of Jessi’s head to stop her. He helped her to her feet, but Angel’s mouth still clung to his ass and his hands were stuck on Tommy’s hips. He refused to dislodge himself, even though Tommy patted him on the hand twice already.
Jessi never saw Angel obsess over a rim job before. He was engrossed in pleasuring Tommy from behind and made his own satisfying moans. Tommy kept patting Angel’s hand to get his attention, but he had an intense smile on his face and his eyes were closed.
Before Angel parted with the delectable feast, he left one long last lick on Tommy’s bottom.
The three of them started to switch positions and squeeze by one another. When Angel was face to face with Tommy, he attempted to kiss him, but Tommy turned away and laughed. “Your mouth was just in my ass.”
Angel’s mouth glistened with a glazed wet ring. Jessi grabbed Angel’s chin and ran her tongue over his lips. She kissed him, shoved her tongue in his mouth, tasting Tommy on his breath. She loved Tommy’s ass just as much as Angel did.
Angel’s lips smiled under her kiss. His tongue licked hers using the same strokes he used to rim Tommy’s bottom. Their kiss was long and probably equally erotic for the both of them. For Angel because they were sharing Tommy’s flavor, but for her, that only partly encompassed the reason she savored the kiss. It was a passionate kiss. His breath was hot and gusty on her cheek and he held her face prisoner with both hands. His tongue flicked around her mouth and he moaned softly. She was so invested in the kiss that she didn’t realize Tommy was touching her until he pinched her nipple. Then his lips were on her skin and she wanted his mouth more than she wanted Angel’s. She had to pull herself out of Angel’s grasp and he sucked her bottom lip as she broke free.
She let her shorts fall to the floor and kicked them aside. Tommy reached for her breasts while Angel tried to get to his bottom again. Angel couldn’t reach in the tight space of the bathroom, so he leaned over and kissed Jessi again. She assumed it was because Tommy was occupied, but she felt a surge of energy, a charge of electricity in his kiss that wasn’t there before. And he had the same look in his eyes she couldn’t identify.
Tommy guided Angel onto the toilet seat and yanked his sweat pants off. Tommy faced Jessi and gave Angel his ass once more. That same look of bliss, accompanied by a glorious smile, was on Tommy’s face again as he stared into Jessi eyes. He outlined the perimeter of her cheek with his finger, then he kissed her before moving his mouth down to her breast again. He’d been spending a great deal of time visiting them since he’d been back home, but she wasn’t complaining.
He pushed her breasts together and licked the gully between them. His tongue traced her nipples, one at a time and he sucked them. She was wet and ached to be touched and let out a long moan. His hands slid down her body. One of them rested on the curve of her lower back, the other slid between her legs. Her knees buckled and she fell back against the wall with a thud. His fingers disappeared inside her. Two of them fit easily. She wanted three, and asked for another. Tommy removed his lips from her neck to smile at her. “I’d put my whole hand in there if I could, but let’s do that when we have more time, and more room.”
She was dripping wet and it provided the lubrication he needed to insert the third finger. It was tight and her body strained to allow it inside, but the pressure was extraordinary. Her body tingled and vibrated from within. Several quick gasps made her lightheaded and an orgasm rushed through her body quicker than she expected. She flung her head back and smacked it against the wall behind her.
Tommy’s fingers were still moving in and out and in a circle. Direct pressure on her G-spot sent her body into a fit of ecstasy until she couldn’t take it anymore. “Stop,” she gasped. “I . . . can’t . . . breathe.”
Angel was still working Tommy’s behind with his tongue. Jessi watched him over Tommy’s shoulder, lost in the glory of Tommy’s ass. Tommy placed his hands on the wall and pushed his hips back into Angel’s accommodating mouth. She watched Tommy’s face and the delight that washed over it. His mouth was slightly open. His eyes were alternating between closed tightly and fluttering up to the ceiling. He hung his head into his chest for a few seconds, then looked back over his shoulder at Angel. “I’m ready.”
Angel sat back on the toilet seat and Tommy squatted in his lap, but Angel stopped him with a gentle hand. “We have a problem. There’s no lube. I don’t want to hurt you, mi amor.”
The realization of dry penetration, or even worse, no penetration at all, made Tommy stand at attention and frantically scan the small bathroom for an alternate solution. His eyes stopped on the soap dispenser and he quickly made a handful of bubbly lather. He soaped up Angel’s cock until it was wet and slippery. Angel leaned his head back and moaned. “That feels so good. Keep stroking me like that and I’ll come right in your hand.”
“We can’t have that happen.” Tommy turned and squatted over Angel.
Jessi strained to watch as Angel supported Tommy’s butt with his hand and guided him lower. She held Tommy’s face to her chest as he took her breast in his mouth. He jerked as Angel entered him and he slowly pushed himself down onto Angel’s lap.
Tommy held Jessi by the waist, put his lips to her stomach and slipped one hand between her thighs. She started to tingle all over again. She turned with her back to Tommy, spread her legs as far as the small bathroom would allow and squatted over him. Angel paused, just like he always did, while he waited for Tommy to enter her.
Tommy put his lips to her lower back and guided her down onto his cock. She was open and still pulsating as he slipped inside. She pushed herself down onto his lap, which pushed him down onto Angel’s cock. Tommy let out a loud grunt while Angel let out a delicious sigh.
She was on top and she liked it. She was in control. She was in charge. She regulated the momentum. She pumped her hips, lifted her butt and rammed it down. Each thrust of her hips drove Tommy further into Angel. She liked being rammed from behind and controlling how deep Angel rammed Tommy in the ass.
She heard Angel’s labored breaths and moans and recognized that he was coming. Tommy was holding out. She could tell because he grew silent and his breathing steadied and his sighs abated. But she wouldn’t let him. She wanted him to come. She braced her hands against the wall in front of her and pounded into his lap in rapid succession. Tommy gasped for air and held her hips in a tight grip that was sure to leave a mark. She hoped it did, so she could be reminded of their encounter for several days to
come.
The pressure of Tommy’s hands squeezing her tighter made her squirm, but she continued to pummel him. She picked her leg up and put her foot on the wall to use it as a springboard. Angel was squashed beneath them, helplessly grunting with each thrust.
Tommy knew the game she was playing and he fought his orgasm, but she wouldn’t let him win. She propelled herself off the wall as hard and as fast as she could. His hands shook on her waist, and short loud grunts echoed in the small bathroom, as he exploded inside her.
She moved faster and deeper. Her second orgasm took her by surprise and engulfed her in a haze of stimulation. The room went white and she couldn’t see. All she could do was feel. Sensations traveled through her body like an electric current and she shuddered. Perspiration dripped from her body and wet strands of hair stuck to her forehead and neck. Her legs could barely move and her arms fell from the wall that supported her. As she struggled to catch her breath, Tommy helped her to a standing position. Her thighs trembled from fatigue and her throat was sore and raspy.
Tommy wet some paper towels and wiped her forehead and the back of her neck. “You look like you’re going to faint.”
She gave him a breathy smile. “I just might. I’m not used to this. You two have been away for a long time. I need to build up my stamina.”
The three of them scrambled to get dressed and giggled as they banged into the walls.
Angel looked nervous as he wiped the sweat off his forehead with a paper towel. “We’ve been in here a long time, and we were pretty loud. Do you think people heard us?”
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