by Cassia Leo
But it will happen somewhere. It will, dammit.
I did several more talks into microphones.
Roadies set up the stage each band’s shit, one at a time, and we had to test all the equipment and make sure it sounded good and loud in this outdoor space. I was glad it was sunny yet not too hot. Decker had us in black leather pieces and things like chains draped loosely around the waist or spiked arm bands, like the ones on Matty’s arms that were on full display in a streamlined, leather vest. I knew that thing would be coming off at some point, and that he’d end up rocking shirtless. It got hot for him back there in the kit under all the lights, with him pounding away for the whole show.
Everything sounded amazing, even with the lack of acoustics. We sang one song, and the hundred or so people watching cheered boisterously. Yep, this was gonna be good. I was itching to perform like this again. I was so hot for it, rather than the small shitty-bar audiences. This was major and where I thrived. I loved being in the spotlight, sharing my creations, pleasing people with sound, turning ladies and gay dudes on to the point of orgasm, and making listeners cry or stop and think. Yeah, this was the place to be.
We got antsy waiting to go on. Two acts were ahead of us on the first night of the music fest, and we were so amped to get up there and jam. Joey, the newbie, was nervous, but I chilled him out with tales of how nervous I was right before my stadium cherry got popped.
Finally, we were on, under the lights, and the crowd exploded in applause that made me grin. Yeah, baby, I was home. I was soon lost in the jams I wrote, feeling every emotion, and feeding off the cheers. Man, I loved being back to us. I loved giving our fans our stuff.
We played seven songs from our first album, ’cause you always gotta play the expected classics and hits, only one from the second, the only track I loved, and two new songs, including Rock Candy. The people here loved the new ones. You never know how they’re gonna hit. But they elicited just as much noise as our well-known ones and no one sat down, even though it’s sexy-slow. I couldn’t have been more excited with our jam. It was sick and adored.
Our encore was a lost bonus track from our demo which got scrapped in the official release but was an underground favorite.
On the second strum from Joey’s guitar, they knew. I winked at him to say he was on the dawn of something marvelous. We got the loudest, most boisterous response that never seemed to end, even as bowed and left the stage. Claps and shouts were still celebrating and calling out for us as we began out post-concert interviews.
They all went great, with Joey the most energetic of all of us from the high of performing big for the first time. He carried them all with his talkative flair, which was great, because I was exhausted, not just from the show but from fighting my urges for fuckery. I was so damn tired of fighting. I went back to my suite and texted Alexa. Come to me.
Can’t.
I was dead serious. I wanted her to come right now. I told my muscle men Jed and Jarvis, posted right outside my door, to take a hike. I wanted my girl, and I wanted her now, and I didn’t want them to judge me for making her scream. Once they were gone and that distraction was out of the way, I texted. What do you mean, CAN’T? Come! Suite 705.
Can’t. I could get fired. Everyone’s here.
Come here, Alexa! NOW. I need your body. I’ve got a hot tub, a balcony, a shower room, and a hard, throbbing cock just for you.
She didn’t respond and I spit fire. Come on. I want to celebrate. That was so kick-ass. She gave me nothing. Her GPS pinpointed her in a bar downstairs. A bar, Alexa? Great. At a non-substance abuse concert? Nice. I found her literally at the bar, on a stool, drinking a soda, looking hot and tasty.
“Got rum in there? You’d better not. All our hard work would get flushed down the drain with one lousy, telling pic.”
She sucked her teeth. “No, of course not, Danny. It’s just Coke.”
I ran the side of my index finger down her arm. “Hey. You’re not being a very good girl right now. I should spank you.”
“Aren’t I supposed to be bad?” she said with a giggle.
I looked behind me and dropped my hand to her thigh. “Yep. Bad for me. And you’re being the wrong kind of bad, blowing me off like you are.”
“Danny!” she cried in a shushed voice in my ear. She swallowed tightly and I could see the desire flickering in her eyes. She licked her lips and gulped again. “Let go.”
“No. I’ve gotta have you.” I waved and wiggled my fingers over her snatch.
“Stop. Everyone’s here. My boss. Several co-workers.”
“Don’t care. I’m here. Let’s get outta here.” I drew closer and sniffed her hair.
“Fine, but only so we can talk in private.”
“Yeah, talk. I wanna talk all right.”
“You do not. Shut up. Are you even listening to me? No!” She growled and followed after me. “You need to just forget about getting laid. It’s not happening. I mean it.” She came with me into the elevator, still talking nonsense, saying all sorts of shit I completely disregarded.
I was getting laid, dammit. I was getting her. All of her. Right now.
I swallowed the rest of her voiced complaints in my mouth as soon as the doors slid closed. My hands around her neck, I rushed her to the back wall and slid fingers up her scalp in my raging need I could no longer contain. I kissed those pretty lips with more hunger, more desire than ever. “I want you,” I growled.
“Danny,” she said with a tone of protest that her body was not agreeing with.
I mauled and ransacked her mouth, dipping my tongue in, swirling it against hers. I drove my hands around her back, swooping under the fabric of her skirt, and skimming all my fingers into her underwear. I clutched her ass. “I need you, I need you, and I’m not waiting. I can’t.”
She was soon scratching at my waistband, undoing my belt, and we began clawing at each other as our kiss turned into a burst dam of pent-up lust and emotion. It rushed out like a waterfall after a heavy rainfall. “Uh, I can’t either.”
Our breaths became crashing waves and our fingers dug into hard muscles, eager to tear off clothes. We got to my floor, and I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to my room. I got us access with a keycard swipe and set her down and was all over her body, into her shirt with grabby mitts. “I need you, I need you, Alexa. I can’t wait another goddamn second.”
“Then don’t.”
Clothes began to peel off in a rush of jerks and tugs.
“Uh, Danny,” she said as I slid my hands up her skirt and grabbed ass again. But this time, I yanked down her underwear with a ferociousness that made her shudder.
I knelt in front of her and tackled her down to the floor with me and ripped off shoes and the rest of her clothes. My mouth could no longer wait to taste her, and I bit and sucked and kissed my way down her sexy body. Her delicate frame and hot tits rippled up against me, and her moans slithered out of her mouth. I jacked up her legs and buried my face between them, breathing deeply and gracing her swollen petals with slow strokes of my tongue. I dined on her swollen bits like I’d starve because I was absolutely certain I would.
“Danny.” Painful, clamping fingers threaded into my hair, and she pulled on my dark brown strands as I became more ravenous and hungry in my need to make her mine.
She smelled and tasted so damn good and delicious, and that only made me more primal and famished. She rocked against my thrusts as I drove my tongue up inside her in a slow pulse.
“Uh, forget that. Fuck me, fuck me, please, Danny. I need your cock now.”
I used my feet to strip off my socks and shoes and the pants that were heaped around my ankles. With me kneeling over her, she shifted and moved down and gripped my hips and sank me into her hot mouth. She hummed while slick-riding my junk and sucked me into oblivion. I tore into a condom packet I had in my pocket and kept the rubber at the ready as she devoured me with expertise that had me grunting and moaning in pleasure.
She lied
back down, a huge smile on her face.
“Man, that thing feels so good in my mouth. Love your hot, hot cock, Danny. Shove that thing into my wanting, wet pussy.”
“Oh, I will. You’re about to love it even more.” I rolled the condom on my erection and lowered down on her quaking body. Now naked over her, my pelvis tucked between her legs, we went back to kissing and writhing and slithering bodies together like snakes, rubbing parts together, tearing at skin with teeth and fingernails.
“You’re so damn sexy, Lex. Your body’s so hot.”
“Thanks.”
I jacked her knees back towards her ears with hard grips on her pretty feet that I kissed.
She bit her lip and tilted her head back, exposing the slim line of her neck. I could see her pulse beating strong, and I bent down and bit her offering as I lined up and pressed the tip of my cock into the entrance of a silky, wet flower.
She cried out and shook as I caught her yowl in my mouth. I pushed slowly in and relished her tight, gripping hold on me. Her walls involuntarily squeezed me and I growled in her ear. “You’re so fucking tight and warm. Love your sweet little pussy.”
We looked into each other’s eyes and intermittently kissed as we rocked hips into each other. “I’m gonna fuck you like this for a while then pound you until you scream, until your juices are dripping down your ass crack, totally soaking the floor.”
“They already are,” she laughed.
I reached under her to check for myself. I smiled. “Mmm. You’re right. You’re so slutty for me.”
“Mmm hmm,” she sang. “Just for you.”
We picked up the pace, crashing, colliding together. Our breaths became more rapid, and moans of desire and pleasure tripped out of our mouths at random.
I set her feet on my shoulders and pounded down into her welcoming bloom. The sounds that emerged from her with every breath were like sparkling jewels, every one of them. I’d never felt such a strong connection to anyone, ever. She was my world.
I slid out and flipped her over with a hand-hug on her hips. She lifted that sweet ass up for me and lowered her head and arched her back, accentuating her holes so crudely. I thumb-rubbed the outside of her asshole while plunging my cock into heaven on earth. We thrust together, fast and strong. Our exhales now sounded shredded and coarse.
“Mmm, Lex. Your pussy feels so good.”
Her groans came out on loop, hotter and sexier now, pulling me up to the brink of bursting.
“Are you close?”
“So close, Danny. I need it rough though to get me there. Fuck me, fuck me harder.”
Rough, huh? Damn. I loved the sound of that. I jackhammered into her, ramming my pelvis into her ass cheeks that I craved to spank, so I did, sailing a hard smack into her turned-up rump. The hot sound of the clap and her sizzling, “Aaahh-oww,” blasted sparks into my nuts. Shit. I gritted my teeth and gave her a few more hard smacks, then clutched a fistful of her hair and jerked the side of her face up for a kiss. I clamped my hand over her mouth. She was so, so loud as I nailed her twat and spanked her bottom. The shade of strawberry frosting emerging on her rounded flesh in the shape of my hand was so damn beautiful. Evidence of her arousal dripped down her wobbling thighs and she couldn’t stop shaking. I reached around and played with her dangling clit.
“Uh, oh my god, Lex. Fuck. You are so hot. I love your kinky, filthy mind. I was so stupid to think this wouldn’t work. You’re the perfect kind of slutty for me, a little submissive and oh-so eager to get some raunchy action and my cock in deep.”
“Damn right. Uh … uh … oh my … fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She was coming, bucking her back now and crying out in a rhythm of sensuality. “Uh, Danny!”
I covered her mouth again as I pumped into her roughly, giving her three more hard thrusts, as her pussy thrashed and squeezed all around me. She screeched and moaned into my palm.
My jizz surged into the condom in four squirts, and I shoved my tip into her cervix, grinding into it, making her groan hot as she further milked me with rapid squeezes.
She bit my hand, so hard, and I didn’t even fucking care.
We collapsed on the carpet into a winded pile of sweaty flesh, stroking skin everywhere and kissing mouths and necks and nipples. I flipped her over and we slid close together and reveled in the elation of having become one.
“God, that was so scorching, worth the wait maybe. I love you, Alexa Louise.”
“I love you, Daniel Marcus. Thanks for … making me so damn hot and for making me come like that. You fuck amazingly.”
“So, not crap then, huh?”
She laughed out, “No, definitely not.”
We snuggled together, until I went limp, then we showered, washing off our juices and sweat. We took our time, enjoying curves and crevices we missed in our frenzy. I fingered her to climax and sucked every inch of her from her cute toes to her scalp.
While washing her hair, I sang her the song she inspired called Not Taboo to Love You and she loved it.
We ordered room service and cuddled and kissed naked in my sheets waiting for our goodies to come. Recharge, yes!
When the door knock came, and the shout out “Room service”, I burst out of bed and wrapped a towel around me. I heard Lex rushing after me as I opened the door.
A man was there with a cart. I looked back and grinned.
Alexa, with the comforter wrapped around her, laughed and said, “Hey, ask him for some strawberries and whipped cream too, would ya?” A look of horror came over her face as she gasped and shuttered.
I turned back to look at the door with a crinkled nose, and behind the server stood a cross-armed, smirking Raquel, looking very much like a pirate who just struck gold.
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Alexa
“Alexa. Not surprised to see you here, wearing practically nothing.” Raquel was brimming with joviality, but this wasn’t funny one bit.
Shit. My life and career is over. Done. I am screwed for getting screwed. I cringed in humiliation and horror as the server looked really confused and was still standing there in his dapper hotel duds.
“Well? Bring it in,” Danny shouted to him with a wave of his fingers. “We’re famished.”
Squeaks filled the air and a wind came my way as he pushed the cart in.
And lucky me, a cherry-topped present came along with it. She looked so smugly satisfied at catching me literally with my pants down … or, if you wanna get technical, in this case, off.
“Couldn’t keep your hands off the client, huh? Knew you weren’t a sure thing. I knew this was all a waste, putting you in charge of the team.”
“Look,” I said, “I can explain.” I immediately cringed that it sounded as lame as it did in my stupid head or the movies.
“Explain what exactly, Alexa?” Her cordial voice was unnerving. “You’re simply working, right? With your brother?”
“What!” I said with a sneer of suspicion and disbelief. I looked from a clearly naked-under-that-towel Danny to my own scratched body in an equally salacious wrap that screamed, “I just got fucked, and fucked good.”
She walked around the room, looking everywhere with her nose held high like she was considering buying the damn place. She stopped by the cart, lifted a silver lid, and snatched a French fry off our tray. She ate it nonchalantly like it was hers. Get your manicured mitts off my food! “I mean, you are just working, aren’t you? That’s all I see here. That’s all I’ll say I saw, as long as you point Nina in my direction. I don’t really care what you do or who you screw, and I have honestly enjoyed watching your wheels spin and seeing how your mind works, so I’d hate to lose your skillset on my teams. And that’s what I want from here on out … to rule it all, every great opportunity that should legitimately be mine because of experience. I’ve worked my butt off to get where I am, kissing that bitch’s ass, and you just swoop in off your freelance job and score the hottest client our company’s ever had? Yeah, I don’t thi
nk so. That kind of shit is gonna stop, starting today. Do we have an understanding? I think my condition is quite generous and beneficial to us all, don’t you?”
“No.” I growled. “You are blackmailing me!”
“You call it blackmail. I call it self-preservation and insurance for my success. Do we have a deal? I could just go rat you out right now, but I’d rather not. Like I said, I like your ideas.”
“Sure. Ideas you can claim as your own.” I shrugged.
“Perhaps. Well, what do you say? Do we have a deal?”
“Sure. Whatever. What’s one more crap thing over my head?”
“You don’t have to take this shit, Lex.” Danny said. “It’s ridiculous.”
“It is, but I’d rather put up with this than get fired. I like my job and the people I work with, even you Raquel. This is against company policy, Danny, which we both knew, full well, before our clothes came off. Considering the alternative, it’s not really that bad.”
“I’m so glad you agree.” Raquel quirked her mouth like she was gonna hug me for choosing so wisely and making her day. After downing another fry, she brushed salt off her hands with a grunt. “I just came by to say you kicked ass in that concert, Danny. I thought you guys wrote nothing but trash, but it’s not all bad. You convinced me to buy your albums.” She waved and sang a wavy, “Good night, lovers. You can get back to your … celebration or victory party or whatever you want to call this.”
“Whatever,” I said. “See you tomorrow.”
“You will. And I look forward to it.”
Yeah, ’cause she now has me by the throat.
As Raquel opened the door with giddy laughter, I screamed, spotting the crazy chick with the gun in the doorway before she did. As she turned her head to see what was so scary, a gunshot rang out, making me squeal and Raquel bleed from her stomach. My co-worker clutched her abdomen and folded in half to the ground, screaming her head off and sobbing. Blood drenched both hands, and she looked at them in shook. Her respiration turned spastic, her upper body heaving like an ocean buoy in a hurricane.
