by L. P. Maxa
Yeah, I definitely didn’t deserve her.
***
The second the bus came to a complete stop I was out of the bunk and grabbing the suitcases we had already packed. I had never gone this long without sex. All this foreplay coupled with the fact that Dylan was one of the sexiest chicks I’d ever met? I needed inside her. Now. Whether I deserved her or not…I was going to have her. I was a selfish bastard like that. I reached back in the bunk and took her by the hand, all but dragging her down the hall.
Everyone else was in the living room, stretching and talking about dinner plans. Luke saw us coming towards them and asked, “Hey what do you two want for dinner? We can’t decide between Italian or Greek.”
I threw, “We’re not eating with you guys,” over my shoulder as I walked right past my bandmates and Lexi.
Dylan added, “Let the pregnant girl pick,” as I pulled her down the steps and started to head towards the hotel entrance. “You in a hurry, rock star?”
I could hear the laughter in her voice, but I didn’t answer. Chase was standing outside the door with a stack of hotel keys in his hand. “Smith, here is yours. If you give me just one second I’ll find Dylan’s…”
I plucked the key card out his grasp without slowing my stride. “Dylan won’t be needing her room. Give it to one of the road crew.” We left the humid air of the parking lot and entered the hotel. I had no idea which hotel we were at; if you asked me what the lobby looked like I wouldn’t be able to tell you. I’d developed tunnel vision as soon as our bus driver hit his breaks. A bellhop started towards us to help with the bags and I’m pretty sure I growled at him. By the time we reached the silence of the elevator Dylan was flat out cracking up. I kind of wanted to drop our bags and maul her in the elevator, but I was afraid once I started I wouldn’t be able to stop. I glared at her as she held her side, trying to stop her giggles. “This funny to you, Cher?”
She shook her head no, as she bit her lip to keep her smile hidden. The elevator slowed to a stop and dinged to signal we’d reached our floor. Thank fuck. We were in 407. I read the signs posted on the walls and made a beeline for our room. I unlocked the door and tossed our bags inside before grabbing Dylan and throwing her over my shoulder. I laid her out on the bed and stood over her, breathing heavy from carrying all our luggage and all but running to get her in our room. I let my eyes travel up her perfect body; when I reached her eyes they were full of lust. “Not laughing anymore, are you Cher?”
She shook her head no again. “It’s not so funny now.”
I put one knee on the bed between her legs. “No, it’s not.” I took off both of her shoes and dropped them to the floor. “It’s time, is what it is.” I unbuttoned her pants and peeled them down, revealing some extremely skimpy, red lace panties. “I have wanted to climb inside your tight body from the second I laid eyes on you.” I reached for the hem of her shirt, taking it up and off. Matching red lace bra, filled to the brim with her impressive tits. I’d never been much of a boob man, but I could for sure appreciate hers. I took a deep unsteady breath as I quickly removed all my clothes. My dick bobbing in front of me, ready to play. I felt like I could explode at any second. I covered her body with my body, and then her mouth with mine. She opened for me, letting me possess her. Her legs slid up my sides and her fingers raked down my back as she arched her chest, rubbing herself against me. I took her panties in my hands and ripped them in two.
She raised an eyebrow. “Was that necessary?”
I slipped a finger into her folds; she was dripping wet. “Feels like you enjoyed it.” I got off in seeing the defiance in her eyes. She loved the way I talked to her, loved that I was rough and demanding. Even if she tried to say she didn’t, her body would always give her away. I dipped my head, tasting her for the first time. “So fucking sweet, Cher.” I placed one finger inside her pussy, pumping in and out and then adding another. I let my tongue work her clit. She had her hands in my hair, her breathing heavy. “You’re too tight, baby… I need… Hold on, this might hurt for a second.” I added a third finger and she automatically tensed up at the invasion. I placed my other hand on her lower stomach. “Relax, Cher. I won’t hurt you.” When she didn’t comply I hovered over her, my face inches from hers. I held her eyes. “Trust me.” I leaned in and kissed her lips, slowly, drawing little moans from her mouth. I felt her core start to relax around my fingers. I pulled away from her mouth, kissing her neck and whispering in her ear. “Good girl.” I used all three fingers to stretch her out. There was no way my dick was going to fit inside her otherwise.
“Stop. I’m going to come.”
I looked down at her, confused. “Don’t you mean, ‘Don’t stop. I’m going to come’?”
She shook her head, an irritated look on her face, “No. I mean stop. I don’t want to finish this way, I want to finish with your dick.”
I loved hearing the words “your dick” come out of her mouth. “Do you think you only get one?”
She swallowed but didn’t say anything.
I chuckled, “Baby, I’m going to have you screaming my name all fucking night. I’m going to make you come so many damn times, your head will spin.”
Her eyes glowed with fire. “You’re awfully sure of yourself, rock star.”
I took her nipple in my teeth, applying pressure the same time I buried two fingers inside her as far as they could go and pulled them towards her stomach. She cried out as she came on the spot.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Dylan
When I finally floated back down to my body and recovered from that unexpected and powerful orgasm, I shot Smith a snotty look. Damn cocky ass sex god. And I hadn’t even actually had sex with him yet. “Well, we already know you can get me off once. Wasn’t that impressive.” I didn’t need his sexual ego getting any bigger. And to be honest, I’d never finished more than once. I wasn’t a multiple orgasm kind of girl.
He threw his head back and laughed. “You are a feisty little thing when you’re naked.” He positioned his body on top of mine, planking over me. “Let’s make a bet.”
I skimmed my nails down his abs. “What kind of bet?”
“I get you off…let’s just go with two more times, and you let me pick out your clothes for our next show.”
I was trying really hard not to be impressed that Smith’s muscular arms were still in the plank position. “And if you fail I get to pick your clothes?” He nodded. “Doesn’t really seem fair, I’ll just be side stage and you’ll be in front of thousands of people…”
He wrinkled his nose. “If I fail at getting you off, I deserve the greater punishment.”
I giggled at his words. He’s got jokes. Humor looked good on him. “Shake on it?”
His small smile turned wicked. He looked down between our bodies where his dick was skimming my stomach. “Go ahead and palm it.”
“You’re funny today.” I reached down and wrapped my hand around his massive erection, stroking it slowly.
“I’m always funny, Cher.” His eyes rolled back in his head when I picked up the pace.
My words came out in a whisper. I was mesmerized by his reaction to my touch. “You’re lighter today.”
He opened his eyes and gazed down into mine, a grin spreading across his handsome face. “I’m just jacked up on all this repressed sexual energy.”
I tightened my grip on his dick. “Repressed? You got head this morning.”
“That was hours ago, Cher.” He finally lowered his knees to the bed and I automatically brought my legs up around his hips. He pulled back, removing himself from my hand. He leaned over the side of the bed and I heard the sound of a zipper as he opened his suitcase. He straightened and placed a handful of condoms on the bed beside us.
“That’s a lot of condoms, Smith.”
“That’s enough talking, Dylan.” His tone had changed. It’d gone deep and his drawl became more pronounced. He knelt between my legs and used his hands to spread them. I watch silently as he op
ened a condom and then rolled it down his long length. He crawled up my body, putting his hands beside my shoulders and his face inches from mine. “Tell me you want this.” He dipped down and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking gently.
I nodded my head.
He reached down and gave my thigh a quick pop. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t what I was used to. “Tell me.”
“I want this. I want you.” There was no point in trying to deny how turned on I was, how much I wanted him to fill me. But, it was more than just the sex. I wanted him. Somehow I’d gone from knowing I needed to stay away to knowing I never could.
He grabbed my knee and pulled my leg up higher on his hip before positioning himself at my entrance. He pushed in, ever so slightly and then stopped. “I want you to take a deep breath and then let it out slowly.”
The fact that he didn’t want to hurt me, that this demanding hardcore rocker didn’t want me to be uncomfortable melted my heart. I doubted it was a luxury he afforded often. I filled my lungs with air and when I started to exhale, he started to fill me. He pushed in, all the way and then stayed very still. I felt…owned.
“Just try not to tense up, baby.” His hips began a slow rhythm, pulling out and pushing back in, but never leaving me completely. “That’s it, Cher.”
His hand had a bruising grip on my thigh. I would wear his mark tomorrow and for some reason, I wanted to. I could tell his muscles were straining from holding back. He was huge and I felt stretched, but it wasn’t painful…and in that moment I realized I didn’t want him holding back and being polite. I wanted Smith to be himself; which meant I wanted hard and dirty. He’d taken care of me, gone slow, and made sure he wasn’t going to hurt me. But now? I needed him to “nail” me. I needed him to stop holding himself back. I arched my hips away from him when he pulled out and then met him when he came back. “Harder.”
His head dropped, and he was quiet for several seconds. He kissed the top of my breast. Then his eyes met mine and he fisted the hand resting by my head into my hair. “That what you want, baby? You want to be fucked?”
I nodded. I’d never had sex like this. I never knew I liked it like this. He made me feel wild and so damn full of lust and passion. I wanted him, badly. “I want you to fuck me.” I met this thrust again, “Harder.”
He tried to hide it, but I saw the flash of relief in his eyes. I’d just granted him permission to be himself. I took the pressure off of him to do something he didn’t quite know how to do. And even if he didn’t say the words, he was grateful. “Yes ma’am.” He pulled back and then slammed into me.
“Oh god, Smith!” I swear I saw stars. For the first time in my life I understood the concept of mixing pleasure with pain.
“Don’t tense up now. You’re supposed to feel me in your stomach. You asked to be fucked, Cher.” He slammed into me again. “This is fucking, baby.”
I clawed my nails down his back as he pumped into me, over and over. Then he surged in and stayed there, buried to the hilt. And that’s when he started to just grind inside me and I lost my mind. “Oh god, don’t fucking stop.” He pulled out, surged in, and then started that slow grind. “Right there.”
“I know your body, baby. I’ve felt you on the inside.” I could hear the smug maleness in his voice, but I didn’t give a shit, as long as he never stopped doing that. As long as he kept talking to me like that. He did it again, harder. “See baby? I know exactly what your pussy needs.” I screamed out his name as I came. For the second time.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Smith
I stared down at her, wearing a shit-eating grin. “That’s two, Cher.” I pulled out, threw away the condom and rolled a new one on. When she shot me a questioning look I just shrugged. “Condoms break, and that one just took a pounding.” I flipped us over, placing her body on top of mine. “You okay? Need a minute?” I wasn’t trying to be cocky for once; I actually wanted to make sure I hadn’t broken her. Believe me when I tell you, I’ve never wanted to make sure anyone was okay after fucking them. This was all very new to me.
She propped her head up on her hand, her elbow resting on my chest. She was so damn small she could use my body as a mattress. “I’m ready when you are.”
That’s my girl. This time, when I thought the sweet words, I didn’t try and correct myself. I didn’t try and deny it. I liked this chick, really liked her. I didn’t want to hurt her, physically or emotionally. I lifted her ass and placed her above my cock. “Nice and slow, baby.” If she went too fast she’d impale herself and I’d lose our bet. I put my hands on her back, bringing her upper body closer towards mine. At this angle she was able to fit all of me in. We started to grind together and nothing had ever felt so fucking good. She was so tight, even after two orgasms her core was still fisting me.
“Fuck¸ baby, ride me. Just like that.”
It wouldn’t take long for me to finish like this, having her on top of me, watching her get herself off with my dick. I grabbed her ass, helping her keep her rhythm. She tried to sit up more, and I said, “Careful, Cher.”
“I need…” She sat up another few degrees, putting her hands on my chest. Her nails digging in. I pulled out, and pushed back in, testing her. “Fuck. Right there.”
“Ride me. Take as much as you need, baby.”
She stayed fully seated, never letting even an inch of me leave her body. My girl liked the slow hard grind. “Oh god.” I could feel her clench even tighter around me. “Smith!” She shattered around me, milking my dick so hard I didn’t even have time to pull out before I came. My body pulsed out a release that felt like it lasted five minutes. There was something to be said about build up and anticipation. Fucking Dylan had to be the highlight of my year.
She collapsed on top of me, her sweet smelling hair in my face. I blew the strands away with my mouth and lifted her ass off me enough so that I could remove the sperm filled condom.
I tickled her side causing her to squirm. “I win… Well, you won too. I mean three orgasms? We all win!”
She snorted against my chest, “After that? I’ll wear whatever you want me to.”
I reached behind my head, feeling around for the phone on the nightstand. I grabbed the cordless receiver and pressed the red button for room service. “Yes, I would like two cheeseburgers and a bottle of whiskey.” Dylan bit my nipple, “And two side salads.” She kissed it, letting me know I’d done right. “Can I also get a small baggie of ice? Like, to ice down an injury? Great, thanks.”
She sat up, her hands on her hips. “Ice? Really?”
I folded my hands behind my head. “Tell me you don’t think you need it, I dare you.” When she stayed quiet I picked her up and sat her back down on the bed. I went into the bathroom and turned on the water, filling the garden sized tub. Now that I wasn’t clouded by lust, I could take a look around the room. It was nice, everything marble and stainless steel. Very modern. I went back into the bedroom and scooped her into my arms. I sat her down a few seconds later into a warm bath.
“Not romantic, my ass.” She sighed and relaxed against the edge of the tub, gathering her hair and piling it messily on top of her head.
I shrugged. “Not romantic. I just want you to recover quickly.” I pointed down to my already hardening dick. “I’m not done with you.” I left the room and shut the door behind me. I grabbed my cell off the table and placed a call to our merch guy. I needed a shirt made, stat.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Dylan
Smith came back into the bathroom about twenty minutes later with a large Devil’s Share concert shirt in his hand. “Here you go, Cher. Time to eat.”
I stood, letting the soapsuds and water cascade down my body. Watching his reaction. “Can you hand me a towel?”
He swallowed and licked his lips. “Can I lick all the water from your body instead?”
“Next shower, I promise.” I held my hand out, “I’m starving.”
He stuck out his lower lip, pouting, but threw me
a towel and left me alone to dry off and get dressed. I walked out of the bathroom to find him already sitting down at a desk he’d made into a dinner table. “Come and sit on this.” At first I thought he meant his dick, but then he pointed to the bag of ice on my chair.
“I can’t. Someone didn’t bring me any panties.”
I headed towards my suitcase to grab a pair when Smith cleared his throat, “You really want me to ruin another pair? Because if you put some on, I’ll come across this room and rip them right off. I told you, I’m not done with you.” He pointed to my chair again. “I brought a t-shirt that swallows you. It’ll cover your ass while you sit.”
I should have told his cocky ass to fuck off. But, his words had my core aching. Plus, whether he’d realized it or not, he was being sweet again. This man who spent most of his childhood just trying survive, with no real guidance…was taking care of me. He was making sure I was fed, making sure I wasn’t hurt. He cared, and it was showing.
***
Hours later we were lying in bed with the iPad between us, watching more Walking Dead. We were almost done with season one. Watching them leave Jim under that tree made me tear up. When the credits started for the episode we just finished, Smith reached out and pressed pause instead of next. I glanced over at him, his eyes glowed fire in the light of the iPad. “Are we done with Reedus for tonight?” I stuck my bottom lip out. I was in love with Reedus. That’s what I called him, wasn’t so into Norman as a first name,
Smith scoffed, “Would you rather watch more Reedus, or would you rather fuck me?”
I pursed my lips, contemplating. “That depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether or not you can be gentle, because as much as I loathe to admit it…I’m pretty sore.” I let out a small sigh. “I could be persuaded to rally, but only if you promise to be sweet and slow and careful. You know, all those things you aren’t really capable of.” I was teasing him, but I was also super serious. If he tried to nail into me right now, I’d probably start crying.
