Between a Rock and a Hard Place

by Jenna Galicki

  Tommy ran his hand over her thigh. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to do something you’re not ready for.”

  The laughter bubbled out of her mouth. “You just let Angel whip my ass red. Now you’re worried about what I can handle?” She knew he meant emotionally, not physically, and her demeanor turned serious. “Yes. I’m comfortable with it. And I’m looking forward to it.”

  Tommy crawled on top of her. “I’m going to fuck you from the front while Angel takes you from the back, and we’re going to rip you apart.”

  Her adrenaline soared at his aggressive words. It was new and exhilarating. Her heart was racing.

  Angel lay down beside them and put his lips to Tommy’s shoulder. She watched as they kissed and their intertwined tongues made a beautiful appearance every few seconds. She grabbed Tommy’s chin, pulled it toward her and stole the kiss. She teased Angel by drawing her lips back so he could see her tongue twisting with Tommy’s. He promptly reclaimed Tommy’s lips, and she smiled at his playfulness. This was their game, fighting over Tommy’s mouth and his body, and they both played it with great amusement.

  Tommy’s lips went to her breast. She clenched his hair in her fist and pressed his mouth into her, while she found the back of Angel’s neck and drew him in for a kiss. Tiny bolts of electricity, from where Tommy drank at her breast and surges of heat from Angel’s tongue on her lips, shot through her body. She wrapped her legs around Tommy’s waist and pushed her hips upwards as she rubbed herself against his hard erection. She wanted him inside her. She wanted them both inside her.

  “Let’s do it,” she whispered.

  Tommy rolled off her and she straddled him, impatient to start.

  Angel’s hands were around her waist, pushing and pulling her into position so she was on her elbows and knees, but still face to face straddling Tommy. She rotated her hips upward and offered herself to Angel.

  He knelt between her legs and spread her cheeks apart. “You’re pink, just like Tommy.”

  Somewhat surprised at his interest in her anatomy, and the comparison, she exchanged a wide-eyed glance with Tommy. She arched her back and popped her butt a little higher in the air, encouraging deeper exploration, and watched him over her shoulder.

  Angel hesitated for a second, then licked his lips and moved his mouth closer. His warm thick tongue touched her butt for a brief second, and then he pulled it away. He rolled his tongue around in his mouth, while he contemplated her flavor. He had an intense look of interest on his face. He leaned his head down again and tickled her with his tongue.

  Even though his mouth remained exclusively on her back end, a tingle shot down to her pussy and threatened to push her over the edge. She didn’t want to scare him off with an orgasm, so she fought it. She clenched her teeth together, closed her eyes and buried her face in Tommy’s chest.

  Then Angel’s mouth was gone.

  The bed rocked as he stepped off and back on, with a bottle of lube in his hand.

  She leaned forward, ready for Angel to be inside her. She longed for the physical contact and had to remind herself not to get emotionally invested. Her eyes were locked on Tommy’s as Angel placed a few drops of lube on her bottom. He circled the rim with his thumb and gave it slight pressure. She took a deep breath and held it as the tip of his thumb slipped inside. He wiggled it inside her body, opening the tight entrance. He removed his thumb and a well-oiled finger inched its way inside. It was thick and it stung as her body stretched to accommodate it. He gently glided his finger in and out while she panted to accept the pain and pressure. Slowly, she calmed and the discomfort became bearable. She held her breath as Angel tested the elasticity of her body with another finger. She grunted and winced at the rush of pressure, but Tommy’s fingers caressed the back of her neck and she relaxed.

  She was still straddled on her hands and knees on top of Tommy, and he watched her with concern to make sure she was OK. His lips caressed her shoulder, soothing her anxiety. She began to enjoy the manipulation in her bottom, as Angel prodded his fingers inside her. Tommy’s lips were on her neck, offering an ample amount of pleasure to the upper half of her body.

  Angel stretched her wide enough to accommodate another lubricated finger. She had to bite her lip to stop from crying out and had to remind herself to relax. She maintained eye contact with Tommy and found comfort in his eyes.

  When her breathing stabilized Angel tried to add a fourth finger, but her loud gasps stopped him. She would have taken it, though. She would have taken his entire fist if he chose to use it.

  More rustling of the sheets and Angel removed his hand and patted her bottom. “You’re ready.”

  “Not like this,” Tommy said. “I got a better position.”

  He crawled off the bed and pulled her to him. He placed her arms around his neck so she could hold on while he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and hung onto him. He supported her with one hand under her butt while the other hand moved his cock in position. She loosened her grip on his neck so her weight bore down on him, and his cock glided inside her with ease.

  Angel came behind her, leaned over her shoulder and kissed Tommy. She watched their mouths, twisting into each other while she gyrated her hips and bounced in Tommy’s arms. Her clit scraped against his pelvic bone and his cock pulled at her insides. Again she had to fight the orgasm that wanted to overtake her body.

  Tommy held her butt in his hands and spread her cheeks while Angel coated her bottom with a generous amount of lubrication. He slid inside with little resistance and minimal pain. Still, she wheezed and panted at the sensation of both holes stuffed to capacity. She let out a loud moan. It was overwhelming, almost too much to handle. It was an overload of pleasure as they both pressed themselves inside her.

  She only needed to hang onto Tommy with her arms and legs. He bounced her onto both their cocks, while Angel’s hands on her waist guided her up and down.

  The sensations collided and exploded. Her body bucked at the surplus of stimuli and she panted heavily. She imagined this was how Tommy felt while she and Angel constantly brought him to bouts of endless orgasms. She didn’t know if she could withstand the euphoric rush that filled her body as the two people she loved pleasured her at the same time.

  In a way she couldn’t believe she was really here, in the middle of Tommy and Angel, with both of them inside of her. Fantasy had become reality. Her body had beckoned to Angel for so long, and he finally accepted the invitation – on his terms. He pushed his hips forward and she moaned again. Even though it was anal sex, he made love to her of his own accord, without provocation. Fantasies, dreams, visualization all melted together and became truth. The overwhelming relief that Angel finally desired some sort of physical relationship with her made her eyes fill with heavenly tears.

  Angel started thrusting himself faster and breathing heavier. Then everything inside her started tingling. The three of them were panting hard and their hot breath fogged up the bedroom windows. She could barely breathe. She needed to let her head roll back so her chest could expand and allow oxygen to flood into her lungs. She was trembling and shaking. She could barely focus, but she wanted to maintain eye contact with Tommy. The speed in which he bounced her in his arms intensified as he was about to come. She couldn’t hold out any longer and let the sensations takeover her body. She threw her chin all the way up to the ceiling and let out the loudest, longest groan she ever made. Her body convulsed and milked their cocks. Her insides were on fire. She couldn’t take it anymore, but neither one of them were showing any signs of slowing down.

  Angel was controlling the momentum now. His fingers dug into her hips and rammed her up and down onto his cock. Tommy was moaning and grunting and she felt his hands tremble underneath her buttocks as he supported her. He let out another loud groan and hot, wet fluids overflowed from her body and onto her inner thighs.

  She began to groan and cry out, but she didn’t want him to stop. Weak from sexual exertion, she could bar
ely hold onto Tommy any longer. Her ankles were loosely hooked behind his back and her arms were thrown over his shoulders. They finally fell down and hung freely at her sides. It was Tommy’s and Angel’s bodies, and their cocks, that held her in place. She was like a rag doll flopping between them, trembling from an orgasm that wouldn’t subside. She was helpless, out of breath, and ready to collapse. Her body was limp and morphed into a mushy blob of flesh, devoid of all strength. From the waist down she tingled with a thousand volts of electricity. Her eyes rolled up inside her head and her breath came in hard grunts. Every few seconds she caught a glimpse of Tommy’s blue eyes gazing back at her. He looked like he was about to succumb to exhaustion, but Angel still wasn’t slowing his momentum. His thrusts were hard and she whimpered, not from pain, but because she wanted her orgasm to stop. It was too much. It went on for too long. She couldn’t breathe. She was overheated and the sweat created slippery lubrication between their bodies.

  Angel sunk his teeth into the back of her neck and held her flesh in his mouth. His fingers made deep indentions in her waist and pushed her downward until she thought she would split open. Tommy, aware that Angel was about to come, also pressed himself as deep as physically possible. Both men were balls deep inside her and she thought she would faint from the sensations that abounded throughout her body.

  Angel’s breath puffed out the sides of his mouth while his teeth bore down harder on the back of her neck. She barely had the strength to cry out. Finally, Angel shot thick liquid inside her. She could feel it spurting, hitting the walls of the muscles in her bottom. It was warmer than Tommy’s froth and it sent a flaming heat through her body. She could feel him throbbing and pulsating inside her.

  Tommy’s hands clenched her buttocks tighter and he pressed his face into her shoulder. She felt his body tremble and another round of fluid erupted inside her.

  They stood together, entwined, while they caught their breath. Tommy’s knees started to buckle and his arm trembled underneath her. She was afraid he would let go of her and she didn’t think her legs had the strength to support her, but Angel lifted her in his arms and the three of them fell back onto the bed. After several minutes of just lying together, covered in each other’s body fluids, they slowly untangled themselves from one another. They didn’t bother to clean up or rehydrate. They each crawled to their respective places in bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Angus backed off and hadn’t pressured them for music since they’d returned to Europe, but Tommy knew they needed to be productive. They were still searching for that stand out song that would guarantee the success of their next album. It was always in the back of his mind, but so was the song he wrote for Jessi. Since Angel was still down at the bus, Tommy wanted to play the song for her.

  He set his guitar case down on the table where Jessi was rifling through her toiletry bag. He retrieved his Les Paul and placed the strap over his shoulder.

  Jessi’s beautiful eyes brightened. “Are you going to play me one of the songs from the new album?”

  “No. This one I wrote for you, when you went back to New York.”

  “For me?” She placed both hands flat on her chest. “I didn’t know you wrote me another song. I can’t wait to hear it.”

  He strummed the soft tune and sang the lyrics. Jessi always had the same reaction when he played for her. She covered her mouth with her fingertips and her eyes glazed over and crinkled in the corners from the joy it brought her. He loved to make her happy and feel special with a song. It inspired him. He put one foot up on a chair and added new phrases to the song, and a sophisticated solo.

  Tommy surprised himself with the spur of the moment composition. He knew how to provoke powerful emotion with his guitar and Jessi felt every note, evidenced by the dreamy smile she wore. He blocked everything out of his head and concentrated on Jessi. At this point, he forgot the lyrics and just played from his heart.

  When he was done, she jumped up, threw her arms around his neck and hugged him, pinning the guitar between them. She was overflowing with enthusiasm. “That was the best song you ever played for me! It was wonderful!” She spread her arm out to the side. “And you have an audience.”

  Angel, Jimmy and Damien stood midway between the doorway and the table, with awe embedded in their surprised faces.

  “Where the fuck did that come from?” Damien asked.

  Jimmy beat his drumsticks against the side table, already creating an accompaniment to the melody of the song.

  Angel rushed to the table where Tommy stood with Jessi. “That was incredible! Why didn’t you do something like that in the studio? It’s exactly what we’re looking for on the album!”

  The song was for Jessi. Tommy didn’t want to share it with anyone. He regretted that the others overheard her song and were trying to claim it. “No. The songs I write for Jessi aren’t for the general public. I don’t do many things just for her. I wrote those songs to make her feel special, so she knew I was always thinking about her. No matter how much time the band and music took away from her or interfered in our marriage, she was always in the forefront of my mind. They serve as a token between the two of us. It wasn’t meant for you to hear.” He brought his guitar down to the floor, leaned it against his knee and put his arm around Jessi. It was a protective barrier, shielding her from their attempt to rob her song.

  “It’s OK, baby,” Jessi reassured him. “I want people to hear them. Haven’t I always told you those songs could be number one hits on the radio?”

  “Wait a minute,” Damien interrupted. “How many songs do you have stashed away?”

  “It doesn’t matter. I told you, they’re for Jessi.”

  Angel hustled Damien and Jimmy out of the hotel room so they could talk privately. “Listen to reason. If Jessi gives her consent to share the song on the album, we could have a number one hit. We still need a few more songs to present to Mr. Abelman for consideration on the new album. If the other songs you wrote for Jessi are as good as this one, we could be done in a matter of days.”

  “I would love for you to put some of the songs you wrote for me on the album,” Jessi said. “I would still know they were meant for me, and I’d get to hear them on a regular basis. They’re beautiful, but you play them and then put them away. They want to be heard, Tommy.”

  He was beginning to weaken. He was proud of the songs and maybe Jessi and Angel were right. They could be big hits and they would save face by completing the album. He let out a long sigh. “OK, hon. I’ll put some of them on the album. We’ll work on them the next time we’re in the studio and then hopefully, we’ll be done. There’s been enough strain on our relationship. It’s time to get this album done and over with.”

  They spent the next two days and nights in the studio. They endlessly experimented with tempo and lyric arrangement until three of Tommy’s songs evolved into Immortal Angel classic punk rock sensations. It still bothered him that the songs he wrote for Jessi were no longer private mementoes, but he was proud of them. Jessi was happy that the world would hear her songs, and that’s all that mattered.

  Now that the last of the songs were recorded, the album was done.

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Traveling on the tour bus hadn’t lost its novelty yet, even though spending the night in extravagant hotel suites was much more to Angel’s liking. It was the bus that always reminded him that he was a rock star. He particularly loved the landscapes that glided by alongside the road. He moved the curtain from the window and was greeted with the green fields and majestic mountains of Switzerland. It was something right off a postcard.

  Angel wondered if the luxuries that the label voluntarily offered on this tour had anything to do with Audra’s participation. He never realized how much pull she actually had in the company and in the music sector until recently. She was obviously well-respected and destined to follow in her father’s footsteps.

  He made himself a cup of coffee and
slid into the booth in the kitchen area and bumped his knee on the leg of the table. He chuckled under his breath. Well, maybe life on the tour bus was losing some of its novelty. Alyssa was seated across from him, quietly reading the newspaper.

  She looked up at him when he sat down. “Damien told me the album’s done.”

  Angel broke out into a wide grin. “Yes. And it’s going to be a hit.” He was relieved that they didn’t have to slave away in the studio anymore and proud that they delivered some of their best work.

  “What happens now?”

  “Angus sent the CD to Mr. Abelman for his approval, but it’s really just a formality. Then we have to pick which songs make it and which we shelve.”

  Angel’s phone buzzed in his pocket and Mr. Abelman’s name lit up on the display screen. “Shit. That’s him calling now.” He slipped out of the booth and tried to act calm while a half dozen reasons for the personal phone call bounced around in his head. Angel swallowed his anxiety and sounded casual as he answered the phone. “Hello Mr. Abelman, how are you?”

  “I am without words, Mr. Garcia. Few times in my life have I been stunned into silence, and this is one of them.”

  Dear God, what now? Angel moved further into the bus for privacy and ended up in the bathroom for solitude. It was cramped and it stunk, but at least it served as a buffer to the hijinks that were always audible in the background on the bus. This time when he spoke the unease was prevalent in his voice. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about. What happened?”

  “Angus Jackson sent me the CD of sample songs for the new album. I just got through listening to it, and I needed to speak to you right away. I’ll make it brief. This collection is one of the best pieces of music I’ve heard in years. I predict five number one hits. Tell Mr. Blade that his fusion of heavy metal and punk rock blew this little baby over the top. I want all of you at my studio to work with my production crew the second you’re back in the United States.”