by Amiee Louise
“Baby, could you come and give me a hand with something, please?”
Brody sniggers and winks at me. I feel my face flush and go up the stairs. I push the bedroom door open; Sam is freshly showered and sprawled out naked on the bed. I lick my lips at the sight of his muscular body.
“I thought we could christen the bed, angel.” His voice is laced with promise. “Strip for me, baby, I need you ready for when I take you. I want you wet, naked, and at my mercy.” When all I do is chuckle, he says, “Are you going to do as I tell you, or am I going to have to take you over my knee and spank you?”
My heart beat increases. Take me over his knee and spank me? I didn’t know he was into that. But something about being taken over his knee and being spanked oddly turns me on. He regards me intently, and I take off my t-shirt. He smiles.
“God, you have such an impressive rack.”
I laugh and continue my slow strip tease. Suddenly, I hear a blood-curdling scream. Sam and I look at each other before he dives off the bed and starts to pull on a pair of loose-fitting jogging bottoms, trying to hide his raging hard-on. I pull my t-shirt back on, and we both go down to the lower deck. Sam nuzzles his face in my hair.
“To be continued!” he whispers, and I bite my lip. “What the fuck is going on?” Sam shouts. Brody and Lucas are rolling around on the floor in fits of hysterical laughter. Jax is running his hands through his hair frantically, he looks rather pale.
“Jax, what’s going on, dude?”
Jax looks at Sam. “I swear I saw someone in the woods wearing a ski mask with a big fucking knife. Sam, we’re all going to die!” Jax says dramatically and panicked. Sam bites his lip to stifle his laughter; I go over to Jax and brush his arm.
“Are you OK, sweetie? Are you sure that’s what you saw?” I try to comfort him, and Brody rolls his eyes.
“Don’t encourage him, darlin’.”
Sam looks at Brody and Lucas.
“Has this got anything to do with you two?”
Lucas and Brody look at each other feigning ignorance.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, mate.”
They both continue their hysterical laughter.
“You pair of complete and utter wankers!” Jax shouts. “I actually thought someone was out there, you bastards.”
He stalks off down the bus aisle, and I shake my head. Brody rolls his eyes. I get the feeling that he doesn’t like me very much.
“He had it coming. He’s being such a baby, and we were just … teaching him a lesson.”
It’s my turn to roll my eyes. Sam looks at Brody and Lucas. Sam seems to be the bandleader, the voice of reason and the sensible one.
“One of you fuckers is going to have to drive the bus, because it sure as shit isn’t going to be me again.”
They go to protest, and J.D comes down the bus aisle.
“Right, you bunch of fucking reprobates! The itinerary when we eventually get to Glasgow is as follows. We’re checking into the hotel then you’re scheduled for a magazine interview and photo shoot. The gig is at the o2 academy; it’s a sold-out venue, and it’s an intimate gig. There will be an after-show party, which has been organised by the venue, so enjoy, boys.”
J.D. smiles and goes back down the bus aisle. He seems unusually friendly and polite. It actually unnerves me; I can’t help but think he is plotting something. Sam looks at me and shrugs. I wrap my arms around him, and he kisses my forehead.
“It’s a blessing that we’ve got a hotel for the night; we normally just have to make do with the bus.” He smiles. “Lucky for us, baby, I’m going to make you come a thousand different ways, and I’m going to fuck you until we both pass out,” he whispers seductively, and I melt at his words. “Starting now.”
He winks, and he goes up the stairs to the top deck. I follow him, and Sam is once again sprawled out naked on the bed leaning on his elbow. His eyes are dark and hooded with lust.
“Now where were we, angel?”
He bites his lip and smiles devilishly.
“Oh, yeah, you were stripping for me.”
He winks. I pull off my t-shirt and throw it on the floor, shaking my hair, as I reach around to unclasp my bra.
“Slower, baby, I want to savour every part of you. I want to commit every inch of you to memory so when we’re apart, I can imagine your beautiful body just like this.”
He really knows how to make me feel special, as if I’m the only woman for him. I throw my bra on top of my t-shirt and start to slowly unzip my jeans. I wiggle my hips and Sam raises his eyebrows.
“You’re such a beautiful tease.”
I shimmy out of my jeans and kick off my shoes and throw them onto the pile of discarded clothes. I am standing in just my knickers in front of him. Suddenly feeling conscious of my body, Sam senses my unease.
“Please don’t hide yourself from me, you’re absolutely stunning. Come and lie down, baby, I want to try something we haven’t tried before. Please don’t freak out, if it’s too much let me know and we can stop.”
I feel nervous and anxious about what he has in store for me. I do as he says and lie down on the bed. He moves me with ease to the middle of the bed and reaches into the drawer next to the bed. He takes out a pair of leather cuffs and a soft silk blindfold. My stomach rolls with apprehension.
“Don’t look so worried, angel. I’m going to make you feel so good, I promise.”
I nod for him to proceed.
“Lift your arms above your head.”
I do as he says, and he starts to fasten the cuffs to my wrists, binding me to the metal bed frame. They feel comfortable around my wrists, and the leather is soft. This isn’t so bad. He wraps the blindfold around my eyes, and I can’t see anything. My heartbeat kicks up a notch, and every nerve is standing to attention at one of my senses being temporarily disabled.
“Does that feel OK, baby?” I nod, his voice instantly soothing me. “Good girl.” He kisses the end of my nose. “You need to trust me, angel, do you trust me?”
I nod again.
“Say it, I need to hear you say the words.”
I bite my lip.
“Don’t bite your lip, please. It’s taking everything I have for me not to just fuck you raw,” he says gruffly, and I wriggle.
“I trust you, Sam, with my life.”
“God, you’re amazing, how did I get so lucky?”
I hear the smile in his voice. The bed dips and I hear his footsteps around the room then the click of the lock.
“Now we won’t be disturbed.”
I can sense him moving with grace around the room. I hear him open and shut the drawer.
“God, you look beautiful like that, I want to devour and worship every inch of you.”
The bed dips, and he nudges my legs apart with his knees. He pushes his finger inside me then introduces a second.
“Does that feel good?”
I bite my lip and let out a moan as he hits my g-spot.
“So good, baby,” I say breathlessly, and he chuckles softly. He pushes further into my wetness, and I gasp.
“Jesus, you’re soaking,” he growls, and I writhe at the sensation. “God, you’re killing me, angel.”
He suddenly removes his fingers. I feel his body press against mine, and his mouth latches onto my nipple. He sucks my nipple into his mouth and laps it until it becomes an erect bud. He moves his hands gently across my stomach and caresses every part.
“So beautiful,” he whispers. He cups my breast in his hand and squeezes gently. He moves from my nipple and up to my neck. I can feel his hot breath on my skin. He nips my neck and earlobe.
“Tell me you’re mine, baby.”
I moan and bite my lip. “I’m yours, Sam.”
He moves down my body, and I feel his breath against my pink wet folds. He thrusts his tongue inside me, and I cry out.
“Shhh, I’ve got you, I’ll take care of you, angel.”
He continues his assault of pleasure on my
wetness. I am handcuffed and at his mercy. He laps at my pussy and introduces a finger.
“Sam, please fuck me,” I moan desperately, and I feel him shake his head.
“Not yet. Soon, I promise.”
Bastard! He moves from his position between my legs, and I feel bereft of his absence.
As if he senses my angst, he says, “I’m just here, angel. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”
How did he know just what I was thinking? It’s at that point that I think he knows me better than I know myself. I hear him open and close the drawer again, and the bed dips as he resumes his position.
“I need you to completely relax for me, baby.”
I nod and bite my lip unconsciously.
“Sam,” I whisper.
“I’m just here, angel,” he repeats his earlier phrase in reassurance. He leans his body down and kisses me gently on the lips. I am brimming with trepidation, trying to anticipate his next move. The gorgeous man in front of me is an expert in the bedroom. He is an expert in the art of making love. He knows my body, and he plays it like an instrument. Without warning, he flips me over onto my stomach, and I shriek at the unexpectedness.
“I’ve got you, baby.” His voice is barely a whisper as he parts my bum cheeks. I suddenly feel tense. “Shhh, just completely relax for me, angel. I want to be the first and the last person to be back here,” he soothes, and I’m having an inner battle with myself.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Just relax, Harper, and stop being such a girl. I take a deep breath and feel myself relax a little.
“Good girl.”
I feel him smile against my skin and he plants a kiss on my shoulder blade. He parts my cheeks, and I feel his lubricated finger push against my puckered hole.
“You need to let me in, angel, relax.”
He pushes his finger in a little at a time, and after the initial stinging invasion, I feel an intense pleasure wash over me, which causes me to scream out.
“Does that feel good?”
I moan, “God, yes. So good. Oh, fuck, Sam.”
He chuckles softly as he pushes his hardness into my pussy. I gasp at the feeling of fullness. He moves in and out at a painfully slow pace, growling with each thrust. With each powerful plunge, he propels me further into sexual oblivion. He increases his relentless pounding grunting variations of my name. I can feel an intense orgasm building somewhere deep in my womb. I writhe underneath him.
“Peyton.”
I let out a scream and explode around his throbbing hardness. My orgasm is so overwhelming I feel like the whole room is spinning and I see stars underneath my blindfold. A few seconds later. Sam finds his release and unleashes his seed deep inside me, yelling my name in garbled ecstasy.
“Fuck me. That was intense.”
We are both sweaty and panting. He leans down and kisses my shoulder. He frees my wrists and takes off my blindfold. My eyes take a few minutes to adjust to the light in the room.
“Are you OK, angel?”
I swallow and don’t think I can speak. He pulls out of me and removes his finger from my forbidden entrance. He lifts me into his arms, and I rest my head on his chest.
“That was amazing.”
“Good, I’m glad, baby.”
He tenderly strokes my hair, and I am almost asleep on his shoulder when there is a gentle tap on the door.
“Sam, we’re in Glasgow, mate,” I hear Jax’s muffled voice say outside the door.
“Cheers, man, we’ll be out in a sec.”
Sam kisses the top of my head rousing me from my sleep.
“We’re in Glasgow now, angel.”
I snuggle closer into his side. “Five more minutes, baby,” I say sleepily, and he laughs.
“Come on, sleepy, let’s get you to the hotel room. You can take a nap while we go to the interview.”
Sam lifts me from his chest and gets up. He goes to the bathroom to wash his hands, and he is completely naked. A few minutes pass, and he comes back into the bedroom. I watch as he gets dressed and I am suddenly very awake and very aware of his beautiful body in front of me. He really is the epitome of all the things a man should be. He is striking and very easy on the eye. He laughs again, and his green eyes dance with amusement.
“Ready for round two already, angel? You’re insatiable,” he says huskily, and I bite my lip. “I love you, but as much as I’d like to stay for round two, we need to get dressed.”
He zips up his jeans. I reluctantly get up from the bed and start to get dressed too. Once we are fully dressed, we go down to the lower deck, and the boys erupt in a round of applause. My face flushes with embarrassment. They heard us? Shit! Note to self: Must be quieter next time! Sam laughs, and he takes my hand. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em! We both bow gracefully, and the boys all whoop and cheer.
We all exit the bus, and it feels so good to finally stretch my legs. We are pulled up outside the Radisson Blu in Glasgow. It looks impressive from the outside with an aquamarine-tone-all-glass entrance. Sam takes my hand, and a flashbulb suddenly goes off in our faces. Sam pulls me close to his side and tries to shield me. He tugs my hand and leads me into the foyer of the hotel.
“I’m so sorry about that, baby.”
“You don’t have to apologise every time someone takes my picture, baby, I accepted that the moment I met you.”
“Have I ever told you how amazing you are?”
I put on my thinking face, and Sam laughs. “Hmm, no, but I think I could get used to it.”
He kisses me gently on the lips. “I’ll make sure I tell you every day then, angel.” He winks. The rest of the boys join us, and Brody rolls his eyes.
“Fucking hell, will you two get a room?”
“We’re working on it, fuck face.”
Brody shoots Sam a look, and he strides over to the reception desk. J.D. walks over to us.
“Meet back here in half an hour, boys.”
I get the feeling that it is more an order rather than a request. We all check into the hotel and go up to our suites. We occupy the whole fourth floor. We step into the room, and it is modern and contemporary.
“I’m going to take a shower before the interview, baby, want to join me?”
I start to undress by taking my top off. “Please don’t do that or I’m not going to make the interview.”
I take off my bra with a defiant look on my face and giggle mischievously.
“You are going to be the death of me, woman!”
He carries me into the bathroom, and we take a shower together. I feel refreshed and relaxed afterwards. I lie down on the bed wearing the white fluffy hotel robe and watch as Sam changes. I think watching him get dressed in front of me is my new favourite pastime.
“Enjoying the show, angel?”
I nod and laugh. He finishes getting dressed and presses his lips to mine.
“I have to go, but I’ll see you later, baby. Feel free to order room service.”
I nod. “I think I’m going to take a nap, I’m knackered.”
I yawn and find it unusual that I’m tired during the day.
“Don’t miss me too much,” he says with a wink.
“I love you, Sam.”
“Love you too, angel.”
With those words, he leaves the room. I start to reflect on this bizarre situation of being on tour with one of the world’s biggest rock bands. It is both surreal and exciting to be thrust into the world of Rancid Vengeance. I need to buckle up and enjoy the ride while it lasts.
I have no idea how long I have been asleep, but I am woken to the bed dipping next to me and Sam nuzzling my hair. His soft lips kiss the spot below my ear.
“Wakey, wakey, beautiful,” he whispers. I sleepily turn over, and his smiling face is the first thing I see. I instantly find myself smiling back.
“Hey, gorgeous, how long have I been asleep?”
He looks at his watch.
“Well, the interview and the photo shoot took a little longer than expected,
so just over two hours I think, babe. We need to get ready for the gig, and we’re on stage in an hour.”
I nod and get up from the bed and get ready, complete with makeup and straightening my hair.
“You look beautiful as always, angel.”
Sam kisses my neck and wraps his arms around my waist. He is looking especially delicious tonight in his stage outfit. He is wearing devilishly tight leather trousers to emphasise his crotch area, a black skull vest, which showcases his bulging muscles, black cowboy boots and his stage make-up consisting of black eyeliner. His hair is gelled and styled into soft spikes. It is taking all I have not run my fingers through his raven-black hair; he is a sight for sore eyes. We leave the room hand in hand and go down to reception in the lift. Once the lift doors close, we are alone. Sam backs me up against the wall and claims my mouth.
