by Faith Starr
Even twenty minutes seemed too long to wait, but I didn’t have much of a choice. I counted every fucking second until Evie gave me the green light we could proceed to the suites.
Logan was nowhere in sight. The redhead had moved on to someone else. He must’ve taken off. Oh well, too bad for him because I had other plans. They included the voluptuous bartender and the plump chick from the table getting flogged earlier, both of them now strolling toward me with Evie in the forefront.
“Joey, Caitlyn. Caitlyn, Joey.” She introduced us.
No further exchanges were required.
I nodded in acknowledgment and followed Evie’s lead to the fantasy suite area of the club. She checked us in with a bouncer I had never seen or met before. Once the formalities were out of the way, we were given the go-ahead to enter a suite.
This particular room housed a large bed, a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, a minibar setup, a dresser, a loveseat, and a coffee table. It resembled a hotel room, a five-star one. Hilltops was a top-notch establishment. The club never spared any expense to make it first class.
“Being I’m the one who took the initiative this evening, I will direct how this fantasy plays out.” As a general rule, I preferred to be the one in charge. It allowed me to maintain control of a situation that could easily turn into anything but.
Evie strutted over to me and Caitlyn, firmly planting her feet in front of us so we all faced each other. “Well?” She tapped her foot.
“I’m running the show tonight, Evie.” I replied in a manner that wasn’t a question or a suggestion.
She sighed, but caved in to the reality she had no chance in hell of winning this battle.
“Very well. What game are we playing tonight?” She gathered her hair and wrapped a rubber band around it, her breasts sticking out while she did so.
“Hair down.” I pointed to the hand which still toyed with her hair. She released it from the ponytail and wrapped the band around her wrist instead. “I don’t want to think tonight. I just want to fuck both of you. Any objections?”
They shook their heads.
“The word Red means stop. Are we all in agreement about our safe word?”
They nodded.
“My hard limit is going down on either one of you. I’ll use my hands and sheathed cock to pleasure you but not my mouth.”
Would never happen in a million years. I knew I was clean. I tested myself regularly, a firm believer who considered safety in the bedroom to be a top priority—something I hadn’t kept in the forefront of my mind when I’d played with Teva. An interesting factoid. I usually saved or abstained from engaging in oral with a girl until I knew her better. The fact I went down on Teva so quickly had to mean something. But what?
It means she’s different.
And so resumed the fucking Teva-go-round in my head.
“What are yours, Caitlyn?” I had to stop thinking about Teva and get moving.
“Same as yours. So we’re good on that one. I also don’t kiss.”
“Evie, what about you?”
“You’re clean, yes?”
“Yes,” I confirmed.
“Then I’ll blow you but no anal.”
“Anything else before we begin?” The time now or never to get everything out in the open.
“I’m good,” Caitlyn assured.
“Let’s get the party started then, shall we?” Evie’s eyes revealed hunger.
I removed my phone and keys from my pockets and set the items on the bar. I connected my phone to the Bluetooth in the suite and selected my music of choice, tonight, the Police. “Every Breath You Take” played first through the overhead speakers.
With joined hands, I led Evie to the bed. I lifted off her barely-there top and unfastened and removed her short skirt. The G-string came off next. I left the bra in place. I had no intention of touching those breasts of hers any time soon. She sat on the bed per my request.
Next up was Caitlyn. I placed her next to Evie, the two of them now sitting side by side on the sheeted mattress, facing me.
The room had lots of toys and props to use at my leisure. I pulled a set of handcuffs out of one of the dresser drawers. I had plans for them. Caitlyn would be restrained while Evie would have full use of her limbs.
Evie watched me remove the sheer lace get-up Caitlyn considered a shirt. I chucked it on the floor. I fastened the cuffs around her wrists. Seeing how responsive she became to this type of play had me rock-hard in an instant.
Finally, I’m not thinking about Teva.
Yes, you are.
Fuck, time to get back in the game.
Carefully, I assisted Caitlyn off the bed so I could rid her of her fishnets and leather skirt. I tossed them on top of her shirt. Once I had her dressed in her birthday suit, I sat her back down on the bed.
Evie’s turn.
Now what would Evie fancy?
I found the perfect thing in one of the dresser drawers. I folded my hand around it so it would be a surprise for her.
A basket of condoms rested on top of the dresser. I helped myself to one.
Back at the bed, I stopped in front of Evie. I tossed the toy next to her.
“Take my pants off.”
She got to it, eager to please and satisfy my request. She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. She brought the two down together, licking her lips when my cock sprang out. I helped her by removing my shoes so she could free me from my clothing.
“Go on, have a taste.”
She sucked in her bottom lip and uttered a nonsense syllable, her satisfaction evident. She leaned forward and did as told.
My breath caught as her tongue slithered down my shaft. I grabbed on to her head, the feeling so fucking satisfying. I absorbed the goodness of her famine.
Teva gives better head. She puts Evie to shame.
The voice in my head made me angry as hell. I pushed Evie off me, losing the mood. These thoughts of Teva were driving me insane. I had to regain some semblance of control.
I guided Evie down on the bed and picked up the dildo I had dropped next to her. Sheathed with the condom, I flicked the switch and brought the device to life, using it to explore her folds, lubing up the toy in the process, then plunging it inside her.
Caitlyn sat patiently, intently studying my actions.
Evie watched me climb over her. I continued to fondle her with the toy. I pumped it in and out of her in a gentle rhythm, only to release it and allow it to vibrate against her clit.
Our faces were mere inches part. Right when I leaned forward to kiss her, my head merged left. I couldn’t go through with it. What the fuck?
I rose from the bed in a panic, my heart racing, my mind all but shutting down. Being with these two women in this suite—touching them, preparing to fuck them—felt wrong in every sense of the word. Maybe exhaustion had set in from all the traveling and touring I’d done, because this type of scenario didn’t happen to me. I never had second thoughts during play. Ever.
Perhaps getting Caitlyn involved in the action would help get my mind and dick back in the game. Unfortunately, my cock had lost most of its mojo along with the rest of me, the fucking thing now soft.
Since Caitlyn had looked so good on all fours earlier, I assisted her into that position again, being she didn’t have the use of her hands available to her. I resumed sliding the dildo inside Evie.
When Evie closed her eyes and lost herself to the sensations filling her, I reached for her hand and placed it over mine, leaving her to finish the job by herself. I had no interest in continuing, feeling somewhat despondent by this point.
Another foil packet was needed, this rubber for my shriveled-up dick.
I took in the scene in front of me. What a disaster. I should’ve been pleasuring Evie, but instead, I had her doing the job without my assistance, while Caitlyn eagerly waited for me to do something, anything to her. And yet here I stood, wanting no part of this picture whatsoever.
A humorous situation present
ed itself—me trying to put the condom on, a useless feat. The damn thing slipped off my dick and fell to the floor. What did I expect? Anyone would think I had just come out of a cold shower.
Fuck me. I’d be doing the walk of shame tonight. Needless to say, our role-play had come to an end. I couldn’t go through with it.
Caitlyn eyed me from over her shoulder, still on all fours. I shook my head. She tilted hers, silently questioning me. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, the word no on a continuous loop in my mind.
My body broke out into a profuse sweat and my hands started trembling. To top it off, I couldn’t breathe, a somewhat claustrophobic sensation overtaking me—something unusual for me. Panic attacks? Yes. I’d had my fair share. Claustrophobia? No. Maybe they were one and the same. I had no clue, nor did I care. All I knew was I had to get out of this room. All I could think about was Teva and the two of us snuggling in her bed the night before. My behavior right now would destroy her. I wouldn’t do that to her or myself for that matter.
I opened my eyes. “I’m sorry, girls, but the show’s over for tonight. I can’t go through with this.”
Evie slid the dildo out, shut it off, and glared at me. I understood Caitlyn’s scowl, but Evie’s? At least she had almost achieved an orgasm.
Stop being a prick.
Evie released Caitlyn’s hands while my feet remained glued to the floor. They wouldn’t, couldn’t move, especially in the direction of the bed.
“What the fuck?” Caitlyn rubbed her wrists and sat up.
Evie stroked the girl’s arm to pacify her, which Caitlyn abruptly shrugged off, noticeably pissed. She climbed off the bed to retrieve her clothing, stomping her feet in protest while doing so. Her attitude was all bitch. Not that I blamed her.
Evie approached me. “You okay?”
She rubbed my arm. I knew she wanted to comfort me. Unlike Caitlyn, I didn’t retreat.
“I don’t know.” I couldn’t catch my breath. I had to consciously focus on sucking in oxygen.
With my eyes downcast, I retrieved my clothing and got dressed. I put my shoes back on. Evie followed suit and dressed too.
Before Caitlyn opened the door, I pulled my thoughts together enough to apologize. “I’m sorry.”
“Fuck you.”
The disgust seizing control of her features would have been sufficient without the words or the bird she flashed me. She stormed out of the room.
“Don’t worry about her. She’ll be fine. She’s a little spoiled.”
“Why are you acting so understanding? I royally fucked things up tonight.”
She adjusted her tight skirt on her hips. “Because I know you well enough to know something’s going on with you. Don’t sweat it. It’s all good by me.”
Damn. Evie spoke the truth. Something definitely was going on with me, and her name was Teva.
17
Teva
It was no use. No matter how much I tried to concentrate, I couldn’t get any work done. At least I had completed half of my assignment, even though it took twice as long as it usually did.
Being I had my laptop in front of me on the bed, I figured I’d do some research on Steam. Why not? I couldn’t stop myself from fantasizing about their lead singer.
Most of the searches showed pictures, concert footage, and some personal YouTube videos of the guys goofing off and teasing each other. Merely seeing Joey’s face in front of me had me smiling.
I reached forward and touched him on the screen. I took a deep breath and rubbed my heart. It felt so full of emotion for the tiny figure monkeying around with his friends on the seventeen-inch screen. Gosh, how I wanted to speak to him. I wouldn’t call him, though. I had been an easy conquest for him from the get-go. He needed to put some effort into contacting me as well.
When I typed his name in the search bar to gather some background information, since for whatever reason he didn’t reveal much about himself, an abundance popped up.
Joey Fine
Born February 18, 1992. Is an American singer/songwriter. He is the lead singer and keyboard player of the trio Steam.
Early Life
He was born in South Florida, where he grew up with his twin sister, Daniela Fine. His father, Arnold Fine, worked in the hospitality field. His mother, Carrie Fine, was a stay-at-home mom.
Fine taught himself how to play the keyboard at an early age. After meeting his bandmates, Trevor Stone and Logan Trimble, in high school, the trio began playing in festivals and other hometown events.
Joey writes all the songs for the band, collaborating with Daniela on a few as well.
After Arnold Fine was incarcerated, Joey and his bandmates began playing more regularly at local venues, gaining popularity as they did so until they signed their first record deal.
Career
Steam’s first album Making Changes hit number two on the Billboard Alternative Chart four months after it was released, instantly catapulting the band from basically unknowns to one of the hottest alternative bands around.
Joey’s father was in jail?
I tried to replay the timeline he’d given me about the guys getting the band together. It made me feel good to know he had told me the truth about how he had met them and when they’d started playing together. His story also coincided with what the Internet stated about Steam playing local gigs. Based on Joey’s age, his father probably got put in jail during Joey’s high school years.
Well, now I knew why Joey had gotten quiet when I’d asked him about his parents. How sad. My heart ached for him. I didn’t know what crime his father had committed, but it had to have been something awful to put him in prison.
Hmm.
With a heavy heart, I shut down my laptop and figured I’d shower, since I had to be up early for work the following morning.
A quick rinse later and covered in my robe with my wet hair wrapped in a small towel, I went to the kitchen for a glass of water to find Lily making herself a cup of tea.
“Hey you. I wasn’t sure if you were still awake.” She dunked her teabag into her mug a few times, pulled it out, and set it on the saucer. I got myself a drink.
“Yeah, I’m heading to bed now.” A yawn broke out at the mere mention of going to sleep.
“I miss speaking to you. We haven’t had much time to catch up. Inquiring minds want to know. What’s going on with Joey Fine? How was your date?” She blew on her tea before taking a sip.
I didn’t want to discuss the info I’d recently learned about him online. Even though the news was public, I felt it was somehow a betrayal of trust to speak about it behind his back, especially when I didn’t know the whole story.
“We went out last night and spent the day together. Does that answer your question?” I smirked at the wide-eyes she flashed me.
“Are you shitting me? This prim-and-proper girl standing in front of me let Mr. Fine spend the night? And so soon? A rock ‘n roll star, nonetheless. I’m impressed.” She puckered her lips and smoothed her finger over them.
I put my hand up to settle her ebullience. “I don’t want to jinx anything. He’s a great guy, but I have no clue what he wants or what he’s looking for. All I know is he’s genuinely nice.”
Lily put her hand out as if I had said the most absurd thing on the planet. “Hello? Of course he’s nice. He’s Joey Fine, lead singer of Steam.” She sighed dreamily. “You’re so lucky. I can’t believe you’re sleeping with him.”
It made me feel trashy to hear her phrase it as such.
“I know I’m probably being totally naive to think there’s more to it, but for some reason, I do. Or maybe it’s just wishful thinking on my part.”
“Buck up, little camper. Did he say anything before he left about seeing you again?”
“He said he’d speak to me soon, no specifics.”
“I guess it’s a wait-and-see game, then. I’ll pray for him to call.”
“Thanks. I guess I’ll go to sleep, so I can stop thinking about him.”
We exited the kitchen together, her with her tea and me with my ice water.
I got comfy in bed, snuggling underneath the covers. When I rolled onto my side, I realized I held the pillow Joey had slept on. I could still smell him on it. Mmm. I’d probably never wash the pillowcase again.
Please call.
My cell didn’t ring. Did I expect it too by staring at the stupid thing? I had to stop torturing myself and get some shut-eye. This was the exact reason why I didn’t want to be in a relationship. It took up too much brain space, especially in a mind that already had enough going on inside it.
It must’ve been a full moon because I didn’t sleep well at all. I tossed and turned the entire night.
When I got to work the following morning, I didn’t stop from the minute I got there until my shift ended. The only benefit to keeping busy was that I didn’t have time to obsess about hearing from Joey, which I still hadn’t.
I legitimately had to ease up because I had just seen him the day before. It reminded me about what he had said about younger women being needy.
Hello, Teva.
Yup, this type of thinking revealed precisely how much I fit into that category, with the frickin’ needy sticker displayed across my chest to prove it. And I had to say I viewed myself as a pretty independent woman, so this nonsense in my head had to stop ASAP.
And to add to the thrill of my day, a patient had gotten physically violent while I triaged him. Security had to be called in. The result? Ten stitches on my forearm. Fun. Fun. Joy. Joy.
As might be expected, I had to deal with the whole Worker’s Comp bullshit before one of the ER docs would suture up the wound. Christ, I probably could’ve sewn the darn thing up myself.
My supervisor told me to go home early, but I denied her request. I felt fine other than the dull pain in my arm. Going home wouldn’t help that. A little acetaminophen would and did.
My shift couldn’t have ended fast enough. By seven o’clock my arm throbbed, and I couldn’t wait to leave. I popped two more acetaminophen tablets.
It had been an emotionally draining day. Every patient who’d come into the ER had wanted to commit suicide. I wouldn’t doubt if a full moon lurked in the night sky.
