Between a Rock and a Hard Place

by Jenna Galicki

  It sounded weird to use the term “her cock”, but there she was, with a twelve inch fat juicy cock strapped to her crotch. Jessi had a cock and because it was attached to her body, it was the most beautiful cock he ever saw. Well, maybe Angel’s was the most beautiful, but Jessi’s fake cock was a close second, and it was delivering sensations with the force of a sledgehammer. His whole bottom tingled and his legs trembled.

  Jessi reached around his body and grabbed his cock. She stroked it with the same momentum. It was dry and she was rough. It was gritty and intense. Within seconds, everything collided and his orgasm raced through his lower half, knocking him off balance. His arms and legs gave out and he fell to the floor. Jessi crashed down on top of him. Her cock hitched upwards inside him and he grunted.

  “Are you OK?” Jessi was out of breath and lay on top of him without any effort to roll off him or disengage their bodies.

  He wasn’t sure if he was OK or not. His bottom felt like it was split in half. His throat was scratchy and his cock was raw from the way Jessi stroked it without lubrication.

  She attempted to sit back on her knees, taking her fake cock with her. It scratched at his insides like sandpaper.

  “Slow” was the only word he could utter.

  She braced her hand on his butt cheek and backed out of him an inch at a time. He lay in a heap, helpless and exhausted, his body a play thing for Jessi’s enjoyment. The hairs from the rug tickled his nose and made his throat itchy. He had no strength to get up. He couldn’t see. Everything was as hazy blur. Then he realized that his hair was masking his eyes. The strap-on landed on the rug next to Tommy’s head, directly in front of his field of vision. He stared at the head that was just halfway inside his body, then pushed it out of the way with a weary arm. He was still face down on the floor, arm and legs haphazardly strewn about his body. Jessi lay down next to him and cleared some of the hair from in front of his eyes.

  She leaned within an inch of his face. “Did I hurt you?”

  He was still trying to catch his breath. “You’re too close. I can’t see.”

  She shimmied about six inches away from him, but kept an intent watch, holding his hair back off his face. “Tommy, are you all right?” She sounded scared.

  He just smiled. His body was weak and dehydrated. The air wasn’t potent enough to feed his lungs, and his entire body trembled from fatigue. He was more than alright. He was floating on a cloud of ecstasy, coming down from a high that he didn’t want to let go of.

  When she saw his smile, she relaxed and grazed his cheek with a kiss. “Stay here. I’ll get some water.”

  He couldn’t leave if he tried.

  He waited on the floor of the closet, breathing in the lint from the rug. His ass felt like he’d been fisted for hours. He was so stretched out right now that Jessi would have no problem getting her whole hand inside him. As tempting as it was, he wasn’t up for it.

  Jessi returned with the two bottles of water and knelt down beside him. “Drink some water, you’ll feel better.” It took all his strength to roll over onto his back. Jessi helped him to a sitting position so he could drink without choking. The water was cool and he gulped it down, but he still wasn’t ready to get to his feet. He fell back on his elbows and let his head hang back between his shoulder blades.

  Jessi lay next to him and tried to smooth his tangled hair. “You’re a mess,” she said with a laugh.

  He pressed the cold water bottle against her naked thigh.

  She flinched and laughed. “That’s cold!”

  Tired from the weight of his body, his elbows gave out and he collapsed, pulling her down with him. She snuggled into the crook of his shoulder and they quietly stared at the ceiling. “This was nice,” Tommy said. “Just the two of us. I’m lucky to have you, Jessi. I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you and I’m sorry if I don’t show it as much as I’d like to. Sometimes when people have been together as long as we have, they fall into a routine and forget to let the other person know how appreciated they are.” He placed his lips on her forehead and she looked up at him.

  She rested her chin on his chest and waited to hear what else he had to say.

  “I’ve never taken your love for granted, hon, and I love you more with each day that passes. I’d marry you all over again, every single day, if I could. You’re an extension of my soul. You’ll always have my heart.” He paused as he searched for the words to convey her importance and her place in his life. “Just because Angel is part of our lives now, it doesn’t mean I need or love you any less. I never planned on bringing someone into our marriage. You saw the way it just happened. Honestly, I don’t know why you ever agreed to bring men into our bedroom in the first place. I don’t know if I could do that.”

  She sat up to face him and crossed her legs underneath her. “When I realized that you were attracted to men, I had a choice. I could have either left you and went on with my life, or I could have loved you for who you are. I don’t regret anything. I enjoyed those one-night stands. It was my idea, remember? I loved it. If it didn’t work for me, I wouldn’t have married you.” She took his hand and caressed it. “I wouldn’t change anything. Well, maybe I would have handled my fight with Angel a little better. I think we both could have, but love makes you act irrationally sometimes. I don’t regret bringing him into our lives. Even when I was mad at him, I still wasn’t sorry he was part of our life. I love him, just as much as you do.”

  “You’re amazing.” He quietly reflected on how their threesome came to be. “Tell me something, truthfully. Why did you agree to bring Angel into our marriage? We had only agreed on one-night stands. You could have told me that a serious relationship was off limits and to forget about Angel. And don’t tell me it’s because you wanted me to be happy. I know there’s more to it than that.”

  She picked at the strands of the throw rug, and she was quiet for several seconds. “I know some people think I’m sharing you with Angel because otherwise you would leave me.”

  “I would never – ”

  “I know you’d never leave me, Tommy. Not for someone else. I don’t care what those people think. Let them think what they want. Like you said, I could have told you to forget about Angel. I could have told Angel to back off. I didn’t. I gave you both the go ahead because I couldn’t be happy if you were pining away for Angel. If you put your romance aside, that craving for something you can’t have would have only escalated. I’m not going to play runner up. I’m not going to be second place.”

  “You’ll never be second place. We’ve been together since we were in college. You’ll always be my first love.”

  Her warm smile made his heart beat faster.

  “And for the record, I don’t look at it like I’m sharing you with Angel. We share a life with Angel. He’s part of our family.” She picked up the discarded strap on and laughed. “I could have used this against him, though, when we were fighting. He would have been so mad that I fucked you with it! I’m sorry he missed it just now.”

  Tommy hoped she wasn’t entertaining the idea of a repeat performance, because he didn’t know how he was going to walk again, much less have anal sex again.

  “I know it’s only funny now because we made amends, but he was so easy to rile up. It was so easy to push his buttons.” She looked off to the side in thought. “He surprised me, though, with his quick retorts. I may have won most of the sexual games we played, but I don’t think I won any of our verbal arguments.”

  It was more of a shock to Tommy than a surprise. Jessi was hard to outsmart or outtalk. She was articulate and made her opinions clear. She knew how to argue a point. She was a fast talker and quick on the rebuttal. Tommy always knew Angel was smart, but he never thought he was a match for Jessi’s quick wit.

  Jessi tossed the strap-on aside and snuggled back down on the rug in Tommy’s arms. They quietly stared at the ceiling together. The bright light above could have easily been the blaring sun and the soft, furry rug mimicked a
lush grassy field. They didn’t need to be lying in a sunlit meadow, paradise was right here on the floor of Jessi’s closet.

  Chapter Forty-One

  A week later they were on a plane to Vienna.

  As soon as the elevator doors opened, Angel saw Damien’s discernable figure lingering outside the door to their hotel room. Damien turned in their direction and made quick strides down the hallway to meet them.

  It was rare that you saw a light, a genuine glow, behind Damien’s pensive eyes, accompanied by the even more elusive smile. Damien stopped and stared at Angel and Tommy, hesitant about initiating physical affection. “It’s good to have my brothers back again, where they belong.”

  It was Angel who reached out for the hug, which Damien returned with surprising strength. Out of everyone who would be hurt from the band’s demise, it was Damien who stood to lose the most. The band was his salvation. It was his safe place, and it’s what kept him centered while he was struggling with sobriety.

  Tommy slapped Damien’s hand, pulled him in for a one-shoulder hug, and gave him a healthy pat on the back.

  Damien turned to Jessi and his eyes hardened a bit. “Don’t leave without sayin’ goodbye.” She flinched when Damien grabbed her chin and placed an unexpected quick, but forceful, kiss on her cheek. “C’mon. Everyone’s waiting in the room.”

  Angel didn’t expect a welcoming committee, wearing smiles as big as a child’s on Christmas morning. Although, not everyone was there to greet them. Angus was missing, and so was Jimmy.

  Alyssa was the first to approach them and she went straight to Jessi. “Next time tell your best friend that you’re leaving. I woke up and you were gone. You wouldn’t answer your phone and left me cryptic one and two word texts.” She stuck her thumb towards Tommy and Angel. “I almost got on the plane with these two to find out what was going on.”

  “I’m sorry. I had to leave before I changed my mind. There was so much I needed to take care of at home, and I needed to be there in person to do it. I’ll tell you all about it later.”

  Audra’s reception was much more pleasant. She hugged Angel so tight he thought he broke a rib. “Thank God you’re here!” she exclaimed. “I finally get my dream job of working with Immortal Angel and you desert me. This band is too good, Angel. Don’t throw it all away.”

  Audra hugged Jessi next. “I knew you could never stay away from this band any more than I could. We’re going to have fun on the rest of this tour. I just wish Kira would hurry up and get here. She’s going to join us later in the tour for a few days. It’s going to be like old times in Brooklyn.”

  “Welcome back.” Marissa eyed them with a mixture of relief and annoyance. “I’m very happy to see that you worked out your personal problems, so we can move forward with this band and the tour. Let me give you a piece of advice. Don’t let the pressures of fame interfere with you private life. Neither one is worth losing, so try to find the balancing point.” She picked up her briefcase, placed it on the table and pulled out a stack of papers. “Let’s go over your story. It’s complicated, so pay attention.”

  There was a story? Angel’s stomach tightened. He hated lying, especially to someone as unforgiving as Mr. Abelman.

  Marissa handed them each a sheet of paper. It was their revised tour schedule. “Mr. Abelman is unaware that you walked out in the middle of the tour. He’d have your contract if he did, so we needed to come up with a reason why you two were in New York. Since the venue here in Vienna had a fire code infraction, and coincidentally, both venues in Switzerland had an unforeseen conflict and needed to reschedule, you two decided to go home for a few days.”

  Marissa threw the rest of the papers back into her briefcase. “I’ve continually put my ass on the line for this band. I’ve been doing this job for over ten years and I’ve never worked with such a bunch of self-destructive artists before. I’d swear you want to hang yourselves. I can’t keep covering for you, so you’d better get your act together.” She returned her attention to her briefcase and started shuffling through its contents. “This band is going to give me gray hair.”

  Angel listened to Audra read off the list of the band’s new tour dates. He wondered about her involvement in the ploy about their whereabouts and the mysterious show cancellations. Conspiring with their publicist to deceive executives at the label was bad enough, but implicating the boss’ daughter was the kiss of death and highly unethical. Angel put his hand up to interrupt her. “Wait. What exactly did you do? Why did those venues really reschedule?”

  Audra slowly blinked. “I know a lot of people in this business, Angel. Kira and I spent our summers in Europe when we were in college. My last name enables me to do quite a few favors for people who need them, and those people are very grateful.” She folded her arms across her chest. “I used up a lot of those return favors this week.”

  This was bad. If Mr. Abelman found out he was being deceived, he would crucify all of them. “I don’t like this, Audra. You could get into a lot of trouble. And what about Angus? How do you know he’s not going to confess and sell everybody out for his own benefit?”

  “My father isn’t going to find out. Those people who partook of the favors have much more to lose than we do. And don’t worry about Angus. I can handle him.”

  “How? I don’t trust him. He could use this information as leverage to get in good with your father.”

  “Why do you think Angus is riding your ass so hard? He wants the vice president position at Falcon Records UK. My father assigned him to Immortal Angel because he thinks you’re unmanageable. If Angus pulls off this tour successfully, he’s guaranteed that job. My recommendation can very easily sway that decision one way or the other, and I made that very clear to Angus. Besides, how do you think my father would react if one of the potentially biggest moneymakers in the history of Falcon Records disbanded because Angus pushed you too hard? Angus would be out of a job. He won’t give you any more trouble.”

  Audra’s transformation to hardcore business executive was astounding. It was still a risky move with the potential for severe consequences, and it made Angel very nervous. Mr. Abelman would, no doubt, forgive his daughter, but Marissa was involved and it could ruin her career. “It’s too complex.”

  She shrugged. “It’s already done.”

  “Wait a minute.” Tommy interrupted them. “Where the hell is Jimmy?”

  Marissa held up the folded newspaper that she retrieved from her briefcase. “That’s problem number 365. Jimmy Wilder. He’s been going off the deep end since you’ve been gone. The paparazzi have been calling him ‘Wild Child’ referencing a Jim Morrison connection.”

  Tommy took the paper from her hand and Angel and Jessi leaned in to read it. There was a photo of Jimmy with a Jack Daniel’s bottle in one hand and a gorgeous blonde in the other.

  The caption read, Immortal Angel Drummer And Notorious Playboy, Jimmy “Wild Child” Wilder, Parties In Prague While Garcia And Blade Return To America To Put Finishing Touches On New Album.

  Angel didn’t know which was more upsetting, Jimmy’s philandering or the paparazzi already announcing their new, unfinished album.

  “I tried to talk to him about his drinking when we started the tour,” Damien said. “He was out of control in Hong Kong. It seemed to level off when we got to Europe, but he’s barely been sober since you left.”

  “Where the fuck is he?” Angel asked.

  Damien shook his head and shrugged. “I told him this morning what time to be here, and he was already hittin’ the sauce.”

  As if on cue, Jimmy’s rat-a-tat on the door signaled his arrival. He stunk of alcohol and a curl from his pompadour hung down on his forehead. “Sorry I’m late.” He flashed his dazzling smile. “I had a beautiful redhead to take care of.” He straightened up as soon as he saw Audra. “I mean, I just had some business to take care of. I’m here and I’m ready.”

  Jimmy gave Angel and Tommy a pungent bear hug. “I knew you’d be back.” He kissed Jessi o
n the cheek. “Missed ya, Jess. You did a great job takin’ care of us.” He strolled over to Audra, wearing the famous charismatic Jimmy smile that made the girls fawn over him, and slid his arm around her shoulder. “You gonna have to keep a close eye on me. I tend to misplace little things, like my passport.” He winked at her. “Stay close, babe.”

  Jimmy’s playful innuendo with Audra didn’t sit well with Angel, and he pulled him away from her. “Let’s get you caught up with the itinerary, and Goddammit Jimmy, lay off the fucking alcohol.”

  Jimmy spread his hands out to the side. “The bottle’s down, man. Whenever you want to get back to work on the album, I’m ready.”

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Milan was rich with culture and a fashion empire. Jessi was in love with the city as soon as she set foot on the pavement. She strolled toward Piazza del Duomo with Tommy and Angel, trying to absorb everything around her. Up ahead, the cathedral, Duomo de Milano, proudly boasted its impressive steeples high into the sky. It was magnificent.

  Tommy stopped at a street vendor and bought two red roses. He held them to his nose, inhaled deeply and then handed one rose to Jessi and gave the other one to Angel. He kissed them both. “This day is perfect, just like the two of you.”

  Jessi smiled at him. Since their trip back to New York, Tommy had been making a conscious effort to be attentive. The simplest things, like having a cup of coffee ready for her when she woke up in the morning, or the impulsive purchase of a flower from a street vendor, made her heart balloon with appreciation. She didn't need any of those things, though. All she wanted was his time.

  “What do you want to do first?” Tommy asked. “We can go to the cathedral, shop, or start with lunch.”

  Angel answered before he gave Jessi a chance to voice her opinion. “Let’s go shopping.”