by Mia McAdams
The guys are watching television. Lyric is nowhere to be seen. There’s a dullness in my chest at the thought, and I want to pound on it until it kick-starts back to life—to the way things used to be—when I didn’t obsess over how someone viewed me or interpreted my actions. I need to get over this shit. This isn’t me.
I reach into the refrigerator for a water, ready to wash down the frustration. When I peer above the door, I stiffen. The curtain to Lyric’s bunk is opened slightly, just enough to see her sleeping comfortably on a bright blue pillow. At least she looks comfortable. The soft features of her face and those damn long eyelashes make my heart beat a little faster. I’ve watched her sleep before. It’s a beautiful sight—and she makes the most adorable noises.
“Hey, Wolf.”
I jump, splashing water down my shirt. “Shit.” I close the refrigerator and set the water on the counter.
“Check out this riff for ‘Dangerous Heart,’” Stryder hollers from the couch, completely missing my blunder. He starts strumming something before I can respond.
I walk over and sit across from him, listening intently and trying to get a feel for it. He repeats it a few times, and then I’m singing along with him.
Can’t rely on second chances
Since the first ripped my heart apart
You’re not welcome here anymore
Cause there’s no going back to the start
“Yeah, man. That’s the shit right there.” I’m nodding and making him play it again so I can get the vocals right. Lorraine plays a few keys on her traveling keyboard, and I smile over at her, loving that we can do this. Jam like this at a moment’s notice. It’s not long before Derrick grabs his sticks and tinkers around with his beats. Hedge joins in with backup vocals. He always stores his bass in the luggage bays.
The band has been working the social media outlets, sharing the video and recruiting help from our fans, searching for the owner of the song. We’re up to 3.5 million hits on YouTube, and radio stations are already calling our label rep, asking for the song.
“What are we going to do if we don’t find the writer of this song?” Lorraine asks, disappointment evident in her tone. She’s probably the most in love with it—other than me.
The rest of them chime in and look at me. Crawley’s eyes are on me from the passenger seat of the bus. He’s the only one who knows Lyric wrote it. I confided in him the next afternoon and asked him to keep it a secret. He happily obliged. And we agreed I should be the one to tell the band that we found her, although they would never know who she is.
“I’ve already found her.”
“What?” They’re all screaming at my confession, causing me to laugh.
“It’s a her? Who the fuck is she? You’re holding out on us.” Hedge glares at me.
“She wants to remain anonymous. Sorry guys, I can’t tell you who she is, but she’s letting us keep the song.”
“She doesn’t want money?” Derrick asks.
I shake my head, just as bewildered as the rest of them. “She wants nothing but her anonymity.
The bus gets rowdy, and before I know it, Stryder’s passing shots of whiskey around like it’s someone’s birthday. The jam session continues, and I almost forget that Lyric’s asleep in her bunk beside us. I’m not surprised when she wakes up and stumbles groggily into the wild party taking place.
I try to meet her eye, but she avoids me and sits beside Derrick. “What’s going on?” she asks him.
A pang of jealousy hits my chest as I watch their exchange and wish she had come to me. Sat by me. “Wolf found the writer of that new song. It’s ours. We’re celebrating all night.”
Her face tightens, and she immediately stands. “Count me out. I didn’t get much sleep last night and I need to get some work done; see you guys.”
She starts to crawl back into her bunk, but I reach her first. “If you need to work you can use my room. It’s quiet back there. These guys will probably be rowdy the rest of the trip. They’re pumped about the song.”
Lyric gives me a half smile. I think she’s excited about the song, too, but she’s still pissed off about last night. I can’t blame her. I’m pissed at myself and confused. I’m not sure what the fuck is going on, but seeing Lyric smile is enough to lift me above the clouds.
“Okay, thank you.”
I watch her walk away because I can’t exactly follow her to my room. Instead, I pick up the keyboard and mess around while Lorraine sings. She has a decent voice and sometimes sings backup, bringing a different sound to a few of our songs.
Derrick is the first to call it quits when he gets a text message and slips into his bunk. Lorraine and Hedge turn on the PS3, and Stryder carries Misty to their bunk. Without hesitation, I sneak back to my room and tap the door lightly before entering.
Lyric looks up. She’s lying flat on her stomach on my bed, her computer in front of her. She moves to sit up, and I wave my hand. “I’m just going to shower. You can stay.”
“I should go,” she says, avoiding my eyes.
“I wouldn’t go out there,” I say in a desperate attempt to keep her close. “Stryder and Misty get loud sometimes. Unless you’re into that shit, you should stay. I’ll be in here.” I point to the door to my bathroom. “Don’t worry.” With a final smile, I step into the bathroom and close the door before leaning against it with a heavy sigh. My heart is pounding.
What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve never had to work so hard to keep a girl in my company before, but I don’t want her to leave. We should talk, but what do I say? She already shut me down once today. Maybe now that time has passed and we’re alone . . .
It’s hard to keep my mind off of the fact that Lyric is lying on my bed right now with her tits pressed into my mattress. Her tight, round ass in the air. My hand instinctively finds my cock and begins stroking it. I need to take care of this problem if I’m going to spend any time around Lyric today. Tonight is our last night on this bus; we’ll be at the venue in the morning. Then it’s show time. I can’t fucking wait to be on that stage and singing “Dangerous Heart” for everyone. Just the thought of being on stage makes my dick harder.
My strokes are faster as I imagine it’s Lyric’s hand wrapped around me, her pretty eyes batting up into mine before she takes a mouthful deep until it hits the back of her throat. She’s the perfect size to take against the wall, too, or a door, or the glass of a shower. “Ah,” I groan as my hand falls upon the wall, my movements tugging at the feel of my release coming to a head. I tighten my hold as I think of what Lyric’s pussy might feel like as I make her come, her spasms choking my dick. “Fuck,” I cry as fluid flies from me and hits the shower wall in multiple spurts. As I empty myself, the last thought I have is of kissing Lyric’s soft lips.
Just kissing her.
Still turned on and dripping wet from the shower, I wrap a towel around my lower half and step into the bedroom. I’m expecting to find Lyric there. Still on my bed. Waiting for me. I’m already getting hard again thinking about it.
She’s gone.
My heart is beating erratically in my chest. We were supposed to talk. That was the whole point of making sure she stayed. I have no idea what I would have said to her if we got the chance, all I know is that I want it fucking desperately.
Looking down at the bulge in the towel, I see my standing ovation is demanding attention. “Shit, you’re needy today,” I say, ripping off the towel and taking hold of the rapidly growing purple beast.
Knowing this one is going to take some time, I lean against the wall and close my eyes, thinking of Lyric again. She’s so fucking beautiful. I’d give anything to have my mouth on hers right now. I’d drown in her pussy if given the chance.
“Oh my God!”
The gasp yanks me from my daydream, and my eyes fly open, my hand still wrapped around my beast of an erection. Lyric is in my room, the door closed behind her as if she looked up too late. She doesn't see that I’m staring back at her because her eye
s are on my fully hard dick.
What the fuck do I do now?
She drops the notebook in her hand and backs up against the door, her eyes glued to every movement of my hand. I never stopped stroking myself. No fucking way. Maybe I should keep going and show her what she’s doing to me. How much I want her.
A grunt escapes my throat as my balls tighten, begging for the release. I reach for them with my other hand and tug. Maybe this won’t take as long as I thought. With Lyric standing in front of me, frozen and practically salivating, I make my strokes extra dramatic.
Next thing I know, my abs are tightening, my head feels like it’s ready to explode, and I’m releasing my buildup onto the towel at my feet. I can’t remember ever being this turned on before.
“Holy shit,” she breathes.
I want to go to her, but I need a moment to catch my breath and let the blood flow start circulating in my body first.
“Was that show for me?” Her unfaltering demeanor shocks me.
She finally raises her eyes to meet mine. “I didn’t know you were going to barge in. You could have knocked. Or left. You loved every fucking minute of it.”
I’m still breathing heavily. Masturbating in front of a woman isn’t a new thing for me, but somehow what I just did gave me the biggest fucking rush. And she’s still here, narrowing those pretty eyes at me.
“You were right. Stryder and his girl are loud. I was coming back to wait it out, but I guess I’m not safe anywhere I go, now am I?” A smirk appears on her face, building my confidence.
“Small bus, big problems.” I laugh.
She rolls her eyes, and I don’t blame her. That was cheesy as shit, but I don’t care.
“You can cover up now. I was going to do some writing.”
I reach for my towel, suddenly self-conscious, as she makes herself comfortable on my bed. I throw on shorts before she can get a look at my steadily growing erection. Fuck. Not again. I have a problem, and it’s clear her name is Lyric. Just one look at her, and my dick reacts as if he’s never seen a woman before.
She lies flat on her stomach at the head of my bed, kicking her feet in the air. I join her, sitting up against the headrest, taking in the minimal amount of cloth covering her ass. I can’t see her cheeks. Disappointing, but I’ll make do.
A toss of hair, and her light eyes lock on mine over her shoulder. She’s smiling, looking sexy as fuck. “What are you looking at?” she asks.
“You.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m picturing you naked. Only fair. You just saw me in all my glory.”
She laughs. “Not my fault.” She turns back to her notebook. “It was one hell of a show.”
My chest puffs with excitement. Damn straight. Her feet sway slightly in the air, so I instinctively reach for the closest one and pull it to my lap. When I do, the fabric of her shorts falls open, revealing her pussy. She’s not wearing any underwear. Fuck me.
“I didn’t fuck that girl last night.”
“Wolf,” she says, her voice low with warning.
“She was crawling all over me, but I didn’t touch her except to yank her off. When Rex removed her, you were already gone. I wanted to ride back with you. You fucking left. You could have said something to me.”
I’m not sure if it’s the situation from last night or the sight of her pink lips that’s firing me up, but before I know it, my hand is working her foot like I should be working my hard dick right now.
“What are you doing?” It comes out as a croak as she shakes her foot in my lap, but I hold onto it and press my fingers into her arch. When she lets out a little groan, my cock jumps in my lap.
I’m still staring at her naked flesh, which causes me to stroke her foot faster. She lays her head down, giving up on her notebook and sighing. She has no fucking idea what she’s doing to me with every innocent sound that comes out of her mouth. I’m not sure how to stop touching her, or watching her, or imagining placing my dick between her tight ass cheeks.
My fingers move up her ankles slowly. She twitches a little but makes no move to stop me. I continue the journey up her calves, hamstrings, and then to the bottom of her glutes, where the thin fabric of her shorts sit. The room is silent except for the sound of her harsh breaths and my own heart beating down the walls of my chest. She’s still as a board, eyelids pressed tightly together. I consider removing my hand altogether to give her a chance to make a decision before my fingers take off on a mission determined by the thickness between my legs. My poor dick is throbbing. When she shifts a little, I know she’s giving me permission, but I still hesitate. Lyric isn’t a rocker slut. She’s so much more, and she deserves so much more. More than I could probably ever give her.
But she wants it. Me. Maybe she needs a release just like I do. I already know with Lyric it will be more than just a release. Once I have her, I’m not sure I’ll be able to toss her aside like I do the others. I may want seconds, and thirds, and who the fuck knows how long that will last.
Letting out a ragged breath, I slip my finger beneath the fabric of her shorts until it meets the folds of her sex. So wet. Already. Fuck. I glide my finger up and then down at a tortuously slow pace, giving her every chance in the world to refuse me. Her legs slide open, her clit swollen beneath my touch. I still make no move to take the plunge, although I know it’s what she wants. Not yet. I let her shift a bit more. She’s practically begging for it, and it’s hot as hell. If this is really happening, I’m going to make it last as long as fucking possible. Lyric deserves the special, VIP treatment. Multiple orgasms initiated by intense and mind-blowing foreplay. She’ll be screaming when she comes in my mouth, but only when I’m ready to let her.
I let my finger slip back down her leg, drawing a wet line on her skin. Reaching for the band of her shorts, I swiftly remove them, and I’m staring at the finest ass I’ve ever seen. It’s round and firm, sitting perfectly below her tiny waist. Just staring at her curves is enough to get me off. Seeing her bare for me is more arousing than I was ready for. I pull my erection from my shorts and tug at it a few times, hoping to relieve some of the pressure. To my surprise, Lyric takes that moment to look at me over her shoulder, her eyes darkening by the second. I squeeze her ass and watch as her teeth sink into her plush bottom lip. I fucking lose it.
I shift her so her legs are on either side of mine and my feet are locking her body in place. She’s still lying flat on her stomach and I’m still sitting with my back resting against the headboard, but now her pussy is directly below my cock. Right where I want it. With her eyes still on me, I stick a finger in my mouth and suck, giving her an idea of what I’m about to do.
My finger makes a popping sound as I release it from my mouth. Then I grin and sink it straight into her pussy until her eyes roll back in her head.
Fucking yes. So warm and soft, but tight. So fucking tight. My dick throbs knowing those narrow walls will be wrapped around me soon. I don’t know if I can resist much longer. Not after knowing what’s waiting for me.
My free hand palms one of her ass cheeks, gripping it for leverage as I sink and twist and jerk my finger in her depths. My hands are big, and one finger is enough for someone as tight as Lyric, but if I’m going to prepare her for taking all of me when I’m ready to give it, she needs to understand what she’s in for. So I slide a second finger into her tight pussy . . . and then a third. She screams a little. It’s a quiet scream, but a scream no less. I smile in victory while continuing to pump until her walls begin to strangle me. She’s so close.
Call me a savage beast, but I won’t let her come yet. That was just a primer. I release my fingers while she mewls in disappointment.
I’m quick to maneuver her to the foot of the bed until her head and arms dangle off, and then I move to my knees and lift her legs until they’re propped up on my shoulders. Then she’s in my mouth. There’s no mercy now. No gentleness. Pure mouth-fucking and it’s beautiful. Her pussy is perfection, and her juices are swe
et.
I’m slurping from her clit and then pushing my tongue as deep as it will go before flicking her to a state of orgasm that sends her convulsing wildly around my face. She comes for what seems like minutes as I continue my work on her.
“Fuck, Wolf,” she says through deep, heaving breaths, her first words since asking me what I was doing.
I chuckle into her sex and decide to give her another orgasm before rolling her over and fucking her. This time, my fingers plunge into her while I work my magical tongue against her clit again. I don’t let up, and she doesn't see it coming. Her moans are getting louder. Instinctively, I reach for the remote and power the television on, never taking my mouth from her. When she clenches around me, I flip her body midorgasm and pull her closer until her head is resting on the foot of the bed. I want to watch her face as I work my fingers and imagine it’s my dick inside her. Her lips are parted, her expression a mixture of intense pleasure and pain as she continues to shudder around my hand.
I leave her for only a second to remove my shorts, and then I’m climbing back onto the bed, my dick angry as hell for taking so long. “Please tell me you’re on birth control,” I moan, brushing the tip of my cock against her wet pussy.
She seems foggy when she opens her eyes and then opens her mouth to respond. It’s like someone kicked my puppy when she shakes her head. “I stopped taking it. Do you have protection?” She looks almost as sad as I am.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I shake my head. “No.” Why the fuck didn’t I think of that before getting on this bus? Lyric and all her distractions, that’s why. For the first time in years, my goal wasn’t to fuck as many women as possible on the road.
I still consider shoving my cock into her before she can resist me. I need her fucking pussy now. I’ve waited patiently, and now that I have my chance, this might not happen. Rubbing the head of my dick against her wet folds, I moan, but I think I might cry.
