The Boys in the Band: Part One

by Lanie Jacobs

  “Hands over your head.” He reaches for the drawer on the bedside table with one hands and gather’s both of my wrists up with the other. “Now be good and stay where I put you.”

  He pulls out a set of leather restraining cuffs and holds them up for me to see. “I did some shopping this morning. Do you like them?”

  “Do I like them? Fuck yes! I love them!” I stare, wide eyes and gushing, as he wraps the cuffs around my wrist and hooks then together with a small carabineer and then hooks my arms into another carabineer attached to the wrought iron headboard.

  Micah presses his lips to my stomach and flicks at my skin with his tongue as he slides his fingers over my breasts.

  He lifts his head and stares into my eyes.

  “Pick a word.” His mouth moves up to my tease at my nipples. He uses his tongue and then his teeth so make me squirm.

  “Potato.” I groan as he takes my whole nipple into his mouth and sucks it. “Fuck, that feels good.”

  He moves to the other and repeats the procedure until I’m panting and squirming under him.

  “That’s what you say if you need to me to stop and let out of the restraints.” He traces one of my peaked pearls with his tongue. “Do you understand.”

  “Yes,” I stammer,” I understand.

  Micah stands up and pulls his shirt off over his head and I hear a little gasp of appreciation slip past my lips.

  He’s goddamn gorgeous.

  That hard muscular body I kept feeling under his clothes is nothing compared to the sight of him without stripping out of his clothes. And the tattoos...Fucking hell. He’s got beautiful ink covering each arm. Its koi fish on one side that turns into a massive dragon on his back and ends as tree branches. Or at least that’s what I think it is. I really have no idea because he’s kicked off his hands and briefs and that huge cock is all I can concentrate on.

  Sweet baby Jesus, I’m not even sure if that things gonna fit inside me.

  Micah moves to the edge of the bed.

  He’s got a hungry look on his face and I know things are about to go in a very nice direction.

  Sliding between my legs he settles himself at the juncture of my thighs and pushes my pushes them apart before wrapping his arms up and over my hips.

  There’s no teasing or taunting.

  I twist under him. It’s more sensory input than my tiny lizard brain can deal with. I feel like pressure treated wood about to snap.

  His head dives between my legs and every last thought I ever had is gone. It’s not playful teasing or the customary tongue fucking that I never find all that thrilling. No, this guy get’s right down to business. His mouth and my clit connect and fall right in love with one another.

  He’s holding me steady, all fingers digging into my hips as he sucks and licks that tiny bundle of nerves into submission.

  My body feels like it might burst into icy hot flames and I can’t catch my breath as I strain against the restraints and wrap my legs around his neck. I’m bucking under him like a crazy person.

  “Shit.” I gasp. “I’m gonna come.”

  Micah pushes back my legs away from his neck and rolls my hips up until I’m open wide for his mouth.

  I feel like a fucking porn star. Exposed and displayed and dripping wet.

  “Oh god,” I groan, my body moves in one hard convulsion and my orgasm spins through me. He licks harder, his tongue moving back and forth then pressing flat while his mouth sucks at my sensitive core until I’m actually screaming and writhing.

  “Fuck me.” I gasp, my body is shaking. “I want you inside me.”

  Micah rolls his tongue over my clit and sucks on it for a long moment. His eyes are closed and he looks perfectly content to lick my pussy all night.

  I on the other hand, really want him to fuck me.

  “Please,” I say in between breaths, my body’s already tightening back up in response to his apt tongues. “I want you to fuck me.”

  Micah lifts his head and smiles.

  This smile is my favorite one of all.

  He lets go of my thighs, sits back and grabs a condom. Before I can offer to put it on him, if he un hooks me, he’s got the little red plastic package torn open and he’s rolling the thin latex glove down his hard shaft.

  I open my legs and wait for him to lower himself down over me but he stays where he is and slips two fingers deep into my cunt and slowly fucks me with his fingers while his rolls my clit back and forth between the thumb and forefinger of this other hand.

  “Fuck.” I squeal as he curls his fingers just enough to hit my g-spot. “Fucking fuck.”

  “Do you like it when I finger you?” He’s got his eyes trained on my face and I know he’s getting me worked up so he can watch me come.

  “Yes.” I thrust into his hand, meeting his fingers. “Please, Micah. Don’t stop.”

  Micah slips a third finger inside me and rocks his fingers against the tiny nugget deep in my core and it’s all over for me. I come hard and fast, the muscles of my pussy grip his fingers. It feels so good and so painful. It’s the overstimulation and a sensory assault that my body is always so desperate for.

  He moves over me, unhooking the restraints from the headboard and flipping me onto my stomach. My hands are still held together but I shift so my knees are tucked under me and my ass is up in the air.

  Placing a hand against my lower back he presses me down, getting the position just right. I’m totally open and totally desperate to have him inside me.

  Micah moves, I can feel his pelvis pressing against my tender ass. He’s a smart bastard. This is gonna hurt just as much as if gonna feel good because of the welts that cover my skin. I hold my breath as he closes in on me, the head of his cock pressing against my opening. Taking his time he slides, inch after thick, hard inch, until he’s buried deep to the hilt of his shaft.

  “You okay?” He slides out of me and slowly thrust back inside.

  “Yes.” I gasp as he does it again, this time not as slow and with a lot more of his backbone into it. “I’m fucking awesome.”

  “You’re so tight.”He groans as he thrusts again and buries himself into me.

  I push back, meeting his hips with a painful bump. I keep forgetting about my red, hot ass until it’s pressed against Micah’s body. I meet another thrust. A little pain only makes the fucking sweeter.

  “Harder,” I whimper. “Fuck me harder.”

  Micah leans over me, takes hold of my shoulders and drives into me so hard I swear I see stars. He’s fucking me so hard I can’t even see straight. I push my hips up and he thrusts down. It’s the perfect angle. He moves faster, rubbing against my g-spot with every thrust of his shaft.

  I can feel my cunt tightening around his hard rod as me pounds into me. I’m so close now. I can feel my orgasm closing over me

  He bends over and scrapes his teeth against my skin as he breath catches in his throat. “You feel so good,” he groans, catching my hair in his hand. “Your pussy is so hot. It’s so wet.”

  Micah pulls my hair and my slick channel milks his cock for all it’s worth.

  “Fuck,” he growls and pulls my hair so hard it flips my head back. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

  I feel myself letting go, the orgasm pulling me under like thick black wave. It’s all dirty talk and hair pulling and his thick shaft pounding into me. I can’t think and I can barely breathe. Everything holds still and then bursts forth as we both fall and sink into the wave together.

  Chapter Five

  It’s just dark enough when I wake up that I have to lay still and try to come up with a plan for getting the hell out of Micah’s apartment before he wakes up. Spending most of the night wasn’t part of my plan but apparently falling into a food and sex induced coma can render a body immobile for long stretches of time.

  It didn’t hurt that Micah’s warm and snuggly and has a gift for the cuddles and the world’s most comfortable mattress.

  Separately these things wouldn’t be so
difficult to resist but all together they melded into the perfect storm of sleepy goodness.

  Micah’s arm is wrapped around my waist and he’s got one leg entwined with mine.

  This isn’t going to be an easy extraction by any means and I’m going to have to be careful to wake up since he’s convinced that he’s going to make me breakfast.

  Pancakes and bacon. As nice as that sounds I’ve got bigger issues.

  Starting with how to get out from this guy’s grip.

  Rolling over to get a little more room to maneuver proves to work. All it takes after that is for me to slide out from under his arm and off the edge of the bed. Catching myself before my ass hit the floor was a nice touch. Twice as nice since my butt was still stinging from the spanking he’d given me.

  From that point on the whole thing was just a matter of locating my clothes and dressing without making any noise. Fortunately I’m like a damn ninja finding my stuff and throwing it on and getting the hell away from his building as fast as I possibly could.

  It isn’t until I cross onto the far end of Exchange Street that I slow down enough to realize I that I’m still wearing the restraint cuffs Micah slapped on my wrists the day before.

  Taking them off in the middle of the sidewalk seemed a little, I know know…slutty? Kinky, maybe? Not that I’m perfectly okay with being a little slutty and I really don’t give a crap what anyone thinks about that. I’m a responsible adult who only plays with other responsible adults.

  It’s the kinky part I haven’t quite comes to terms with.

  Anyway it’s very early on a Monday morning so the traffic is still light and I don’t even seem to have the misfortune to meet up with anyone rushing to get anywhere, save for the early morning dog walker type people who were too busy drinking lattes and picking up dog crap, so I unbuckle the cuffs and stuff them into my bag.

  I’ll think about all that stuff later.

  Walking faster makes me feel better. It’s like I’m walking away from something. It’s not bad, it’s just different. It’s good. I needed to get fucked and I really needed to get spanked so this is a good thing. I was stressed and uptight and I get to leave that all behind in Micah’s apartment.

  I have to silence the rambling voice in my head. I want to enjoy my walk of shame. I had a fucking amazing time so this walk gets to be paved with unicorn rainbow glitter.

  Passing by a large window I can’t help but stare at myself. I looked like a crazy woman. My hair’s a royal mess, my makeup’s gone, except for the awesome raccoon eyes I’m sporting and my tee-shirt’s inside-out and backwards.

  So much for those ninja skills.

  But the best part? I pull up the sleeves of that kicky little cardi that Micah tossed down the stairs see something that makes my heart nearly bust.

  I’ve got bruises up and down my forearms.

  Big oval shaped ones.

  Man sized finger prints.

  I push the sleeve back down and round the corner. When I get home I’m going to have to do the double mirror trick to see what kind of bruises on my back end.

  I cross the street, my apartment’s only about five more minutes away but I’ve got to take a detour to the drug store. Last night’s activities mean I’m going to have to take a long cool soak in the tub. There was a box of Epsom Salt and a tube of aloe vera gel with my name on them.

  And batteries. I can’t forget the batteries.

  *****

  I’m standing outside the drug store, my newly purchased box of Epsom Salt, vibrator power pack and ass gel are snugly tucked in the crinkly plastic bag under my arm. I’ve got wind at my back and front door to my apartment building in my sights. Everything’s gonna be okay.

  At least that’s what I’m thinking right before my stupid phone goes off.

  I panic for a second as I snatch my phone of out my bag. It can’t be Micah. He doesn’t have my number. He’s got Molly’s number.

  And while she was pushy enough to text him she’s not foolish enough to give him my phone number.

  At least I hope she’s not foolish enough to give him my number. You never know with Molly, She picks some very strange battles sometimes.

  I hold my breath and look down at the phone as the number streams across the screen

  It’s Riley, my brother.

  I let out the breath and hit the call icon. “What do you want?”

  “Good to hear from you too.” He sounds annoyed.

  “What’s wrong.” I tighten my grip on the phone. Riley’s not an annoyed kind of person. He’s easygoing. He’s laid back. He’s everyone’s best friend. He doesn’t do annoyed unless things are bad.

  “A brother can’t call his favorite sister early in the day to check up on her?” He laughs a little. It’s a high, tight sound that reminds me of the time when I was five and broke my foot falling out of the back of a tour bus and he was the only one around to help me.

  “Alice is your favorite sister.” I remind him.

  “Hey, I need you to go open the studio for me,” he pauses for a brief moment. I can hear someone talking to him but I can’t make out the words “I’m kinda in the middle of something here.”

  “Are you in trouble?” I ask slowly.

  “No, it’s nothing like that. I had a gig in Boston and I’m stuck here for a while.”

  “Why didn’t you come back last night?”

  “Jane,” he sighs.

  “Riley,” I sigh

  “Can you please just do it for me? I’ve got a ten o’clock-”

  “It’s only five past six. You can get here before ten.”

  “Yes, but I need you to go to the studio and set it up for me. Unlock the doors, get the board set up, get Alice moving. She’s probably still passed out from whatever party she was at last night.”

  I lean against the door to my building. I’m beginning to feel the sharp edges of a massive headache pressing down on me. I don’t actually mind doing a favor for Riley, it’s my bratty little sister that’s got me seeing those little silver flashes in front of my eyes. “I thought she was in London with Mom.”

  “So did I,” he grumbles. “But she just showed up a few days ago mumbling something about London being too being too hot and having too many little dogs. I really have no idea what she was going on about. She was drunk and I stopped listening after the first forty-five minutes of her blather.”

  “Why didn’t she go on tour with Dad?”

  “I have no idea. Probably because she likes hanging around Portland making a nuisance of herself.”

  “I don’t want to deal with Alice right now” I groan like a constipated bulldog. “She’s a twit and she gives me migraines.”

  “There’s a hundred bucks in it.” He mutters into the phone. “Can you please just do this for me and not ask a bunch of questions?”

  “Two hundred and you promise to tell me what’s really going on when you get here.”

  “Jesus, Jane. That’s extortion.” I can hear him cursing under his breath. I’ve just about got him where I want him.

  “No, that’s me paying my rent,” I reply “and because Alice is your favorite sister.”

  “Fine,” he sighs “but you have to promise to be there.”

  “Have I ever let you down before?”

  “Surprisingly, no.”

  “Surprisingly? What the hell are you talking about? I am an awesome sister to you!” I don’t exactly scream it but I want to. “You really should be nicer to me.”

  “Yes, Jane. I’ll be nicer to you.”

  “You’re going to be there before the band shows up. Promise me I don’t have to entertain any of your jerkoff clients.” I growl the words into the phone. This day isn’t turning out to be anything like I want it to be and it’s making me grumpy. “I’m not in the mood for any whatthefuckery from asshats today.”

  “I see that degree in English literature from NYU really paid off.” This time when he laughs I believe it.

  “Yes or no, Riley? You gonna
be there on time?”

  “Yes, I will be there in time and no, you don’t have to deal with anyone. Except Alice”

  “Oh, for fucking fuck’s sake Riley!” I howl.. “I’m not dealing with Alice. She’s your problem.”

  “Nice. Very sisterly of you.”

  “Whatever.” I’m tempted to tell him that I’m rolling my eyes at him but the gesture loses momentum when you have to narrate it.

  “You’ll be there?” he asks for what has to be the thousand time.

  “Yes, I’ll be there and I’ll roll her off the couch before anyone else shows up. You happy now?”

  “Well, I wouldn’t say happy exactly.”

  “You’ll get over it.” I shoot back before I hang up on him.

  All I wanted out of life was a bath, a change of clothes and a nap. Maybe a few good orgasms before I took my second nap of the day and now I’ve got this.

  Fucking Riley.

  Fucking Alice.

  I toss my phone into my bag and find my keys. I’ve still got a few hours to get the bath and fresh clothes thing out of the way. Maybe I can even get a tiny little nap in there before I have to haul ass across town.

  Bath, clothes and a nap. I’m just going to focus on those three things. After that everything else is gonna be a piece of cake. After that I was gonna be superfuckingwoman.

  Chapter Six

  My little sister is still passed out on the couch when I get there. It’s after nine, she’s fully dressed and clutching an empty bottle of Absolute in her hand. God only knows what other substances she ingested the night before.

  I watch her long enough to make sure she’s still breathing before I set the box of freshly purchased donuts down on the coffee table. Letting her sleep while I do all the work would be the sensible thing to do since Alice likes nothing more than to make a complete nuisance of herself. She also likes to talk, very loud and very fast, to whomever she can coax into a corner.

  Yep, leaving her there to sleep it off is my best option.