Giving Up the Ghost

by Stella Price

  Yeah that wasn’t flying. So what if he was, he was pursuing her, she could entertain the thoughts of fucking him blind, but damn… the truth of it? He was the equivalent of a male whore as were most band guys, but she couldn’t hold it against him, she wasn’t a monk either. And so far a she knew, he has blown off his little fan club to seek her out, though she could be wrong.

  Either way, what happened was a happy accident, or so she would like to believe and one that she would look on fondly. Still… she was extremely horny. One never did it for her, and being that she kept replaying the experience through her head, she wasn’t going to get any relief any time soon. She wouldn’t bend; she wouldn’t do this, not her first night on the job. No matter how much she wanted to.

  The elevator dinged, and the doors opened, and she walked in, thankful she was the only one getting into the car. Squirming because your body was in need wasn’t something she wanted to explain to an elderly couple or creepy guy on his own.

  When the doors shut she turned around and realized she wasn’t alone, and that fate had chosen for her. Rhys was standing just inside the doors as the lift operated, and walked closer to her as she pushed herself against the far wall. He smiled at her, a cocky, ‘you know your going to get it’ kind of smile and cocked his head.

  “I believe we have a little unfinished business…”

  “And your just going to take care of it right here are you?” she asked with faked bravado. Having him this close, her body screamed to let him sate it. Gods this really was a bad idea…

  He was in front of her in seconds. “Partially. The little dance? Hot as fuck but that little taste of you isn’t enough, so let’s quit the shit, ok? You’re going to get fucked, and hard, but first…”

  Rhys went to his knees in front of her and pushed her legs apart, lifting her right leg and slung it over his shoulder. She looked down at him, trembling, the adrenaline putting her to a total high at the thought of him doing this in an elevator, where she knew there were cameras, and it could stop at any floor. It didn’t seem to matter to him.

  He was singular in his purpose, and growled as he looked at her and then moved in, his lips touching the swollen and needy flesh between her thighs,, his tongue slipping between her folds, lapping at the cream left from their first little playtime. She shuddered, moaned, and then dug her hands into his hair as he set to work on her, his tongue sliding, his lips caressing, sucking. She threw her head back, moaned and closed her eyes, feeling him concentrate on her clit, sucking with just enough pressure, and then slipping his tongue down the lap at her entrance. She was on the edge, just this side of skittering over, and it was maddening.

  It was only after he added two fingers to the mix, slipped them inside and hooked them as he sucked perfectly on her clit that she shattered, her back bowing, her scream a guttural cry, her fingers pulling at his hair. Explosive wasn’t the word for what he just did to her, and her sheath milked his fingers, wishing it were something else. Hell she wished it was something else.

  She panted, licked her lips, and whispered his name, and he was there, kissing her, letting her taste herself on his lips. So fucking hot, she thought and deepened the kiss, his fingers still inside her, petting her.

  The elevator dinged, and stopped, and they were still kissing. She opened her eyes as she realized they stopped and smiled. “I think it’s my floor…” she said and he smirked and reached down, and gripped her under her ass and hauled her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. They kissed as he walked them out of the elevator and down the hall to their respective rooms.

  When he stopped and turned her towards the wall and pushed her up against it, she felt the erection straining to get at her and shuddered. Sweet Christ she was in for it… if she let it get that far.

  And she would. She wanted him too much. Tomorrow would take care of itself. But he was going to have to work for it.

  He let her down and fished the car out of his back pocket, her card still. She shook her head. Giving in like this was not what she wanted to do, but he stoked that fire, made her crazy. And he was here with her, no one else. And maybe doing this would just cure him of his apparent need of her. She tried to rationalize it but it didn’t matter. The truth was, she wanted him, wanted what that clever tongue and cock could do, how she knew it was going to make her feel. He thought better of using her key though, and pulled out his own and pulled her towards his room.

  “What, my room isn’t good enough?”

  Rhys smirked at her. “Hardly, but I doubt you have a supply of condoms now do you?”

  She laughed and he winked and opened his door, pulling her along with him. The door closed and he walked ahead of her.

  “Take the skirt and shirt off. Leave the boots and socks and garters on…” he said as he walked toward the bedroom of his suite, ripping his clothes off as he did.

  ***

  She followed after him, not taking her clothes off, opting for a bit of defiance. If he wanted it, he was going to have to do it his damn self. She followed the trail of clothes: shirt, sneakers, socks, belt, and finally jeans. No underwear. She was right, he didn’t wear any. Damn.

  Rhys was standing with his back to her, and she was enjoying the full show. Muscular back, tight waist tapering off to perfect hips, a killer ass, and strong thighs, she marveled at how pale he was, not really goth pale, which would have been a bit creepy, but he was blessed with the creamy skin tone that could go either way. She bet if he let himself out in the sun, he got golden, like so many men from the south. The only thing marring the beauty of his skin was a tattoo, a tramp stamp if you will, numbers, a date actually, surrounded by a scrolling ornamental line on either side. She didn’t need to ask, she knew what it was. One was rarely affected as badly as Rhys was about death without marking oneself.

  She moved up behind him and ran her fingers down his shoulder, over the muscles of his back. He turned and gave her a smoldering look as her hand went from his back to his chest.

  The front of him was perfection as well, pecs, abs, all that creamy skin. A tattoo of the Empire symbol from Star Wars over his left pectoral. She quirked an eyebrow and he grinned.

  “I’m all Empire baby.” He said and pulled her closer.

  “You do know that they get thwarted right?”

  He shrugged. “I always root for the bad guys.” He looked her over. “And you didn’t get undressed.”

  She smirked. “Nope. You think that I’m going to do as you say? You want this you gotta work to get it…”

  Rhys scoffed and reached up and ripped her shirt, from the bottom up, slowly.

  “You son of a bitch. I loved this shirt…” she said, though the conviction wasn’t in the words.

  “Should of listened then shouldn’t you?” he remarked and then ran a finger down the center of her chest. Her nipples puckered tighter and Rhys smirked.

  She was strung tight, everything not happening, but the promise of, making her more aware, sensitive. She wanted him. Wanted what he said in the elevator, needed it.

  He moved back, and she got the full view of him and almost choked. For a thin, wiry guy, Rhys exceeded all expectations. And then some. She took him in, her eyes roaming his body, but always coming back to the one spot that was making her drool.

  Rhys chuckled. “You’re looking at it like it’s a lollipop, so give it a little suck.”

  Saffron smirked. “Maybe later…” she moved closer, so his cock was wedged between then, riding high, the heat of it branding the skin of her tummy. Rhys moved in and kissed her then, hard, his hands going into her hair, his fingers digging under the bands that held her pigtails together. He pulled away, his hands in her hair and nipped her bottom lip.

  “I still say these are handlebars.”

  “I didn’t disagree with you.” She said with mirth in her eyes.

  He kissed her again turning them so he fell backwards on the bed, her on top of him. She pulled her knees up and straddled, him, his cock nestled betwee
n her thighs, burning a brand on her already heated and slick flesh.

  He groaned and she giggled. “Where are they?”

  He motioned to the bedside table and she extricated herself from his hands, and reached back, almost at a backbend. Rhys growled and set his hands on her waist as she did, and traveled north as she came back to her original position. He tweaked her nipples, and Saffron ripped the package open, spitting the piece in her mouth over her shoulder.

  She wiggled on his groin and he bucked up at her, sliding his length along her. She shuddered and then took another pass, slower this time, and she knew that they both felt every inch. He growled and looked at her and she bit her bottom lip.

  “So you going to put the thing on or are you going to kill me with that sweet pussy?”

  She moved back and slipped the condom on him quickly and cocked her head. “Well?”

  “Don’t look at me, you’re the one on top.” He reached up and pulled her ruined shirt off her shoulders, leaving her in the boots, socks and garters and the short little skirt. “If you don’t want this skirt to go the way of the dodo you’ll take it off.”

  “I like it.” She said as she positioned herself.

  “Yeah and I’m not missing a chance to see my cock slide into your cunt so unbuckle it and get to riding.”

  Saffron shivered with the darkness in his voice and unbuckled the skirt, and unwrapped it from her person. He looked down the length of his body, his gaze lingering at the place they were about to be joined, and then traveled up to her face when she was already panting.

  He gripped her hips and lifted her ever so slightly, and then pulled her down onto his shaft hard. She whimpered, bit her lip and shuddered as he seated himself into her to the hilt.

  He gave her a second, a minute, to get used to him, and then lifted her off him again and started a rigorous pace. Saffron sobbed, threw her head back and took off for him, riding him hard, taking him deeper, moaning his name.

  “That’s it Saff… fuck you feel like heaven..” he murmured and bucked up into her hard. She sobbed again.

  “I thought I was the one riding…” she said in a breathy whisper.

  “So show me you know what your doing…” he said and slapped her ass hard. She jumped and then closed her eyes again and Rhys gritted his teeth.

  She rode him fast, her hips snapping as she leaned back, her hands on his thighs. She shivered, and he reached out, touching her clit, his thumb running in tight circles.

  Saffron licked her lips and rolled her hips, her entire body moving. She lifted her hands over her head, and reached her peak, and screamed out his name as her body shook with the force of her orgasm.

  “Fuck that’s good… that’s it baby making room for me… You can go faster, harder. I know it… so fucking hot…” he said as he slapped her ass once again and then gripped both cheeks and guided her movements. “Touch yourself Saffron…”

  Her hands went to her breasts, cupped them, her fingers pulled at her nipples, distended them. She plucked, rolled, and they grew rosey.

  Rhys pulled his knees up, pushing her forward and he caught a nipple in his mouth and nipped it, then laved it when his tongue.

  She moaned, gyrated on his cock, guided by the pressure of his hands on her rump.

  “That’s it baby give it to me… fuck… come on…”

  She moaned and reared back, letting him move her and panted. “So fucking… Close… Rhys!” she came again and ground down on him, her inner muscles clamping down on him tightly.

  “Son of a bitch!” he roared and came hard, panting out his pleasure. She arched above him and then leaned down and kissed him hard, lying, sweat soaked, across his chest.

  “Holy shit.” He murmured. “I’m going to need to get you a cowboy hat and spurs…” he commented.

  “So I take it I know what I’m doing.” She asked and kissed his collarbone.

  “And then some… Holy shit.” he said again.

  “Ummm well that was fun.” She said and got off of him and stood on shakey legs.

  Rhys sat up with a frown. “What that’s it? You use me for my prowess and then slip from the room?”

  She smirked. “Something like that.” She said as she stretched, her breasts hitching high, the pert little nipples hardening from his gaze.

  “The hell you are!” he said and quick as a flash grabbed her around her waist and pulled her down to the bed again and grinned. “I think I ought to mention, when I commit to an evening with a lady, I don’t stop till she’s passed out from exhaustion.”

  “You think so much of your talent?”

  Rhys grinned. “I have never heard any complaints.”

  “Well obviously. You probably leave while she’s still passed out.”

  “Hey!” he said looking wounded. “Not all the time…” he said quietly.

  She smiled at him. “So you want me to stay?”

  “I will take no refusal.” He said and kissed her hard, his hand going to her breast. “I am nowhere near finished with you.”

  Chapter 7

  This is the first and last time he says… - Brand New

  Saffron woke up to a deep snore in her ear. She turned to see Rhys face down, his hair rolled over his face, sleeping peacefully. She sighed and stretched, her body sore and protesting, but in all the right places. She felt blissfully used. She hadn’t been that rigorous with a guy in ages, not that she was complaining, it was nice to see that there were still guys out there that took pride in their work. She knew now why he had so many fans and groupies. She of all people knew that girls talked, and unless you were with the guy, he wasn’t off limits to anyone you know, especially if he was in a band. Good lord the Cajun was fantastic. Not that she was going to tell him.

  Still, this couldn’t happen again. A moment of weakness, of proving that she could might come back to bite her in the ass if she wasn’t careful. And that was really all this was, a moment of weakness, of getting the hot rocker outta her system. Rhys was a very sexy distraction, one she could ill afford.

  She slipped from the bed silently and grabbed her room key from his jeans, less she get a surprise while in the shower again and stole from the room, making the across the hall walk of shame quickly and without so much as a nod from the maid walking by. She was greeted by a ringing phone.

  Realizing she had left it up there after the shower and little incident with Rhys the night before she cursed a blue streak, praying she wasn’t going to have a zillion messages or missed calls. Saffron grabbed the cell and answered it, wincing at the husky timbre of her morning voice.

  “Saffron Richards.” Christ she sounded like she just got done fucking.

  A light sigh came from the other end. “Walk of shame?” Xxieda asked and then chuckled.

  How the hell…? “Um… No no, I was in the shower.”

  “Late night?”

  “Kinda, the band had an after party set up and…”

  “And you guys all cut loose, hey I get it, its Vegas. Fun?”

  Saffron wasn’t sure she was enjoying the fun, friendly way Xxieda was talking to her. Suspicious, she cleared her throat. “It was fun, but Vegas is like that.”

  Xxieda snickered. “Saff, don’t think I don’t want you to have fun. Yes you have a job to do, but once they are off stage, your biggest worry is making sure they don’t get arrested or pass out drunk doing something stupid. Have fun, hangout, that’s what touring is about.”

  Saffron breathed a sigh of relief. Hiding a good time was not the way she wanted to work with Xxieda so just hearing her acceptance was a load off. “Well it was fun. The after party was a good time.”

  “No problems? Issues? Concerns?”

  “Not that I know of.” She hoped, praying one of the calls she missed wasn’t Chandler or Winter telling her they killed some hookers or something.

  “And Rhys? How are you handling him?”

  Saffron thought before she spoke. “Rhys? He’s fine. The ladies love him, the set went well,
and he was well behaved at the after party.” For the amount of time he was there, though really, him petting her kitty on the dance floor might not equate to behaving himself if Xxieda knew.

  “So you didn’t sleep with him last night?” She asked and paused, the sounds of her sipping something coming over the airwaves.

  “Are you kidding?” Saffron asked, trying to affect as much outrage as possible.

  Xxieda didn’t sound convinced. “Please, this is me you’re talking to Saffron. I know the kinda guy he is.”

  Saffron swallowed. “I didn’t,” she said and scoffed.

  “Really? Well the boy is losing his touch then. Normally, when I tell him not to do something, on pain of death or castration, it’s the first thing that’s on his list.”

  Saffron laughed. “Nope.”

  “Well good. Cuz if you did I would have to fire you.”

  Saffron frowned and shook her head, even though no one was there to see. “Good thing I didn’t then. So what’s up boss? I got about 6 hours before we need to get shit together to get back on the road.”

  “Just checking in, making sure you weren’t compromised or dead.” She muttered and then put her hand over the phone.

  Saffron heard a muffled “She’s fine you ass, and he didn’t tap that so you owe me a bill!” She was sure she was talking to the hot piece of ass that lived with her, though the fact that they were betting on her, and it only was a hundy, she was kind of insulted. Still, Dante bet against her, so lifting him of a Benjamin, wasn’t a hardship, or unwarranted.

  Xxieda came back and Saffron laughed. “I get half of that.”

  Xxieda laughed. “Deal. Think of it as a bonus.”

  Well, an undeserved bonus, but she wasn’t going to say anything, and she was going to make sure it didn’t happen again.

  “Lemme go and wake these chuckleheads up, and make sure everything is kosher.”

  “No problem hun. Oh and check your email, Swann has sent over their i-tin for LA, they have interviews and a photo shoot for RS.”