by Mia McAdams
“I can pull out.” It's worth a shot.
She shakes her head. “No.”
“I’ll ask one of the guys.” I make a move to get up, but she grabs my arm.
“You can’t do that,” she whispers. “They can’t know.”
I growl and let my head fall into her neck. “Baby, I fucking need you. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about fucking your sweet pussy. If this doesn’t happen I swear my dick is going to fall off.”
She giggles, and even in my state, I smile at the sound. “We can do something else,” she says coyly.
I raise an eyebrow, wondering if a blow job will suffice.
“Do you have any oil or lotion?”
“Fuck yeah, I do.” I hop off the bed to grab a bottle of lube from my bathroom. I’m heaving quick breaths at the thought of taking her ass. When I return, she’s slipping her shirt over her head and removing her bra, letting her beautiful tits out to play.
Why didn’t I get those in my mouth earlier?
“You’re so hot, babe.” I can’t help moving my eyes across her body, appreciating. She smiles back before taking the bottle from me as I just stand there. I begin stroking myself as I watch her, tugging a little at my balls, promising them their release soon.
Lyric squirts a string of lube across her chest, and I think I’m going to come before I even touch her again. As she starts to rub in the lube, she looks at me sweetly. “Care to help?”
I practically run to the bed and place myself in front of her. Before spreading a glob of oil across her nipples, I first lick each one, silently apologizing for not tending to them sooner. I really want those in my mouth.
She pours more lube on her chest and watches me as I smooth out the liquid, my attention on her peaks, which are standing at attention. She laughs at my obvious distraction and uses her own hand to spread the liquid until she’s satisfied. When she lies back on the bed, it dawns on me what she wants me to do. She takes her tits in her hands and holds them, rubbing her nipples slowly with her thumbs while waiting for my cock to slip between them. I waste no time letting my length fall there, enjoying every second of the squeeze of her tits against my cock. It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven as I slide in between them for the first time and the tightness surrounds me. Her tits are big for a petite girl, but they aren’t fake. I can’t remember the last time I fucked real boobs. These feel better as they conform willingly to my giant dick.
Speaking of my giant dick. I should have given Lyric more credit. She’s ready for the thickness. At least her mouth is. The length is enough to hit her face when I slide all the way through the hole she’s created for me, but she catches me with her mouth, swirling her tongue at times, sucking the tip other times. Sweat is dripping down my body by the time I feel the tightness of my balls.
“Baby, are you ready for me?”
Her eyes light up, and we both shift so I’m no longer fucking her tits. I’m on my knees while she sits cross-legged, and I’m in her mouth without a single beat lost between us. It’s like we’ve done this a million times, and no words are necessary to know what the other needs.
One of her hands rests on my ass while the other plays with my balls and holds my joystick. This girl is going to be the death of me. She pulls me deep into the back of her throat until she can’t fit anymore of me in her mouth. My dick has girth and length, so I don’t expect her to take it all, but she does a pretty fucking good job.
“Fuck, Lyric. So. Fucking. Good.”
She uses this moment to take me further in, and then her cheeks go hollow as she sucks me, detonating the pending explosion. And shit, do I explode. I fire so hard and fast I barely have time to give her a warning. “Ah,” I grunt as she strokes every last drop into her waiting mouth in calculated spurts.
When she swallows and licks her lips, I want her again. This is insane. I’ve come three times in the last two hours, and I know it won’t take much rest for me to build up again.
I fall back onto the bed, my arms crossed over my eyes. I can’t look at her. If I do, I’ll want her again, and again, until my dick really does fall off.
A moment later, the bed dips, and I force myself to look up. “Where are you going?” I growl.
She slips on her shorts and looks around for something. I can feel her bra digging into my back and look down to see her shirt right next to me. She sees them at the same time and reaches over me. I smile and grip her waist, pulling her onto my chest. “I didn’t say you could leave.”
Her eyebrows raise, but she’s smiling. “I should probably go before your friend gets excited again and we do something stupid.”
Her words crush me, but I don’t understand why. “Stupid, as in have sex?”
Lyric tilts her head. “I’m not having unprotected sex with you, Wolf. The longer we stay in this room together, the probability of that happening gets better.”
“Really?” I ask, already starting to get excited.
She cuts me off with her eyes. “Not happening.”
I stare up, locking eyes with her, desperately wanting to look deeper. There are so many emotions floating around, camouflaged in specs of gold and glimmers of light. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I’m not thinking this way because she just drank from my fountain. Usually after I get a woman off and vice versa, I can’t wait to send them out the door. No repeats allowed. But not with Lyric. There’s an ache in my chest at the thought of her leaving.
“Wolf,” she whispers in a silent plea to let her go.
I refuse, tightening my hold around her waist. “Stay. No sex. No finger fucking. I won’t even try to lick your pussy again. I can be good.”
She groans and laughs at the same time. “You’re such a romantic.”
I stiffen. “Is that what you want? Romance? With me?” I might have to contemplate this if it’s something Lyric wants. Right now, I can’t imagine letting her out of my sight, not even to slip into a room ten feet away.
Lyric rolls her eyes in amusement. “Don’t worry, Wolf. I won’t be that girl, okay? I won’t ask you for something you don’t do well. I just got out of a relationship, anyway, so I’m not ready for that kind of emotional turbulence. I’m safe. This was fun, but I was fully aware of what I was doing and who I was doing it with.”
Another blow below the belt. What the fuck does that mean? It might make me a hypocrite, but I didn’t expect this from Lyric and it fucking hurts. My face falls, and I know she sees my expression change because hers does, too. “That’s shitty, Lyric.” I loosen my grip on her, and she tries to meet my eyes again, but I’ve already looked away. If she doesn’t move off me, I’ll move her myself.
“I’m not your type, remember?” Her words come out in a rush, but I’m not so sure she’s backtracking. Just explaining. It’s not making it much better. “Isn’t this just about sex? I get it, Wolf. You’re not secretive about your relationship preferences. You don’t have a girlfriend by choice. You’re content to bounce from one girl to the next, and while I’ll never understand that, I’m smart enough to know I need to shield my heart from you. I have no expectations.”
I know she’s not wrong for saying the things she is, but it still hurts. She wasn’t supposed to be like the others. Using me for her own release. In every other situation the “using” was consensual. Girls use me for bragging rights and a good time while I use them for the release I need.
No expectations. What if I have expectations? I do. I did. The thought of making Lyric come as many times as possible over the course of this tour came to mind a few times. What if I don’t want Lyric to shield her heart from me? Shit.
Realizing I put this on myself, I bite back my anger and smile. I can’t promise her she’s wrong about me. She’s right about one thing. I’ve made it no secret that I’m not the type of guy to be with only one girl. But then why does it feel like she just reached into my chest and squeezed my heart with her small, unsuspecting hands?
“You’re
a smart girl, Lyric.” This time I manage to roll her off me. I stand and pull my shorts on before taking the three steps to my tiny closet to grab a shirt. Without a word, I leave my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I walk past the bunks and into the living area to join the rest of the guys in front of the television.
Stryder gives me a knowing glance with a cock of his eyebrow, but he doesn’t look happy about it. He probably thinks I’ve just fucked Lyric and now I’m done with her. I guess in a way I am, but not by choice. Not at all.
Lyric
My breath leaves with Wolf when he exits the room, but I know better than to call for him. He played it off like I didn’t hurt him, but I saw the pang of emotion in his eyes when I told him I needed to shield my heart from him. What does he expect? What does he want me to expect? Confusion consumes me until we reach our next destination. I realize I haven’t done shit all day, and I’m going to be sorry for it if anything goes wrong.
“That’s impossible. I have the reservations right here.” I practically throw my phone onto the counter and wait for the damn app to load. My cheeks flame as the man behind the counter stares pityingly at me while the line of anxious hotel guests grows in my shadow.
Crawley is on his phone, pacing at the entrance of the hotel, trying to find alternate accommodations in case I can’t get this mess sorted out.
“Look!” I tap the screen, which shows the confirmation from the hotel.
The man squints at it while he types something into his computer and then nods. “There’s been a mix up, Miss Cassidy. I do apologize. It appears you’ve booked thirty rooms, but we were only able to secure seven. You never received a call from us?”
“No.” I shake my head violently, trying to remain calm but it’s impossible as I look over my shoulder and see Derrick and Stryder approach Crawley. They have a heated conversation and then look at me. My face gets flushed all over again. I quickly look back at the man behind the counter. “You need to fix this. These arrangements were made well in advance. These are VIP guests who expect to stay in your hotel.”
The man nods. “Yes, miss. I’m seeing what we can do now. I apologize for the inconvenience.”
The inconvenience. He has no idea.
“Ah-ha,” he finally says with a smile. “Another room opened up, so that makes eight rooms for you here. Unfortunately, I do not have any more space, but we have a sister hotel down the street that would be happy to take the remainder of your party.”
“Fine.” I'm seething. “Just book it and please provide us with transportation. We’ve already sent the buses away.”
The man gives me no argument, which is smart. He also acts as if his hotel didn’t just humiliate me at the worst possible time. I push off the counter and meet Crawley at the door. He pulls his mouth away from the phone and waits expectantly for me to give him good news.
“Seven can stay here. They’re providing other accommodations for the rest. Transportation is on its way. I’m so sorry about this, Crawley—”
“Lyric, don’t start.” His agitated voice runs over me like cold water as his eyes scan the room. No one seems to be paying attention to us, but he’s clearly heated because of my fuck up.
“I’ll tell the band they can stay,” Crawley says. “Rex and I will stay, too. Ride with the others to the hotel and email me with room details.”
I nod and straighten my posture, then hand him the keycards. Everything will be fine. I breathe. “Will do.”
Just as I’m turning away, Crawley calls me back. I halt and turn to face his narrowed eyes. A shudder drifts down my spine as I wait for his words.
“I hoped you would prove me wrong. You’re here for the tour, not Wolf’s todger.” His voice is low and controlled. “I don’t bloody care who your parents are. A mistake like this happens again and I’ll see to it that your reputation is permanently fucked.” He waves a hand, dismissing me as he walks away.
My jaw drops. There it is. Crawley is officially a dick. It takes all my strength to control my body and mouth from reacting to his ugly words. I may have fucked up but I didn’t deserve that shit.
My stomach is in knots by the time I finally stumble out the door. Our shuttle is slow as hell to arrive, but we finally make it to the sister hotel. I check everyone in and can’t get to my room fast enough. As soon as I close the door behind me, the sobs heave from my chest—I've never been so embarrassed. I fall into my bed and wrap myself up safely under the comforter. I can’t wait for this day to be over.
It’s almost seven when I hear from Wolf. I knew I’d hear from him eventually, but after everything that went on tonight, I throw my phone across the room instead of answering it. My eyes are swollen and red from the tears that refused to let up after the hotel room disaster, but that was only salt in the wound. I think I fucked up with Wolf too.
I don’t care if he told me I wasn’t his type when we first met. He was full of shit. There hasn’t been a time when we’ve been together that he hasn't devoured me with just one look. After my dream last night, my own morals went completely out the window. When I walked in on him masturbating, his eyes closed and fist pumping his erection, I knew he was thinking about me. I should have walked out before he saw me, but I froze, unable to take my eyes off his rock hard body and his generous length. Even if we'd tried to have sex, I’m certain his size would have been an obstacle. But fuck me, I like a good challenge. If it weren’t for our lack of protection, I would have happily exchanged boob sex to have him inside me.
I have no doubt the sex would have been mind-blowing, but where would that have left us when it was all over? Wolf doesn’t do repeats. I’ve heard it from him and his bandmates. It’s a joke every time a familiar face tries to get close to him. Wolf doesn’t give girls the wrong impression. He’s straightforward with his favor toward one-time fucks, and he’s never had an inclination for anything else.
Our flirting was one thing, but when he put his hands on me, that was when it got real. When his finger slid inside me, I knew I never wanted another man’s finger to fuck me again. Only Wolf’s. How did my heartbreak for one man so quickly turn into desire and a deeper, festering connection to another? My heart should still be healing; instead, it’s thriving, and I’m not sure there’s anything I can do to stop it.
Except for Crawley’s words. Crawley. He can be such a prick. He has some nerve threatening my career. Sure, I should have triple-checked the hotel arrangements before our arrival, something I would have done if I wasn’t getting oral stimulation from the lead singer at the time. But it was the hotel’s fuck up. Not mine.
Still, I can’t help but feel like a joke to the band now. If any of the guys heard me coming beneath Wolf’s magical tongue, I’m officially a rocker slut. A new low for me, and I'm officially the worst road manager ever. I can see it now. Every fuck up will be attributed to the fact that I let Wolf put his hands on me. It pisses me the hell off, and that’s why I won’t answer his call. That’s why I refuse, from here on out, to let him get to me.
Wolf’s life was just fine before I came along. From now on, I’m not stepping foot in his bedroom. I’ll avoid every room he’s in unless it’s for official business. I’ll kick ass at my job because I’m great at it, and he’ll kick ass on stage because he’s great at that. He’ll have his lineup of girls waiting for him at the next show, so it doesn’t matter what my choice is or how I choose to play this. The important thing is that I put my focus into my job so my focus isn’t on the many inches of Wolf.
My phone vibrates from the floor, but I don’t pick it up right away. I put on my workout clothes and head to the gym. For a full hour, I run nonstop on the treadmill, cleansing my body—inside and out—of Wolf. I’m wrecked by the time I make it back to my room and need a shower. I allow the warm steam to soak through my pores and fill me until there’s no room for anything else.
I reach for my phone before hopping into bed and pulling the covers over my chest. There are four messages from Wolf. I cringe before
opening them, hoping reading his texts won’t completely sabotage my detox efforts.
7:04PM Wolf: You okay?
8:35PM Wolf: Meet me for dinner.
10:20PM Wolf: The guys want to go to the club but I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re too hard on yourself. No one is mad. Except maybe Crawley but he’s always a dick. I told that fucker to see a doctor for his stress. He needs his medication. Call me.
11:35PM Wolf: I need you.
The last message rips through my guitar-string heart as if he’s holding the strongest set of pliers. Not a single ounce of resistance. I curse my heart. I curse Wolf for tying my emotions into knots because it was the one thing I was trying to avoid. It was the entire reason for taking this job.
Another text comes through. I hesitate to view it, but it’s screaming at me. I tap the screen and gasp.
12:19AM Wolf: I’m fucking crazy about you, Lyric. From the moment we met, you’ve consumed my mind. How do we do this? I’m at a fucking club and there are tits and ass everywhere, but yours are the only ones I want in my mouth. Shit. Call me.
12:19AM Wolf: Please
He’s just confused. And drunk. That’s all. People don’t change overnight, and men who love to play the field certainly don’t decide monogamy is for them the moment they meet the one. That’s a fairytale. I don’t believe in fairytales. I believe in strength and happiness and loving yourself. Wolf is no knight in shining armor. He’s not going to swoop in and fix my fucked-up insecurities. No. If I’m not careful, he will completely ruin me, and I’ll be left on the curb mending yet another broken heart.
Convinced that I finally have my shit figured out, I power off my phone and close my eyes, giving my racing heart a few minutes to relax before finally drifting off to sleep.
