Chapter Fifty-Seven
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
GEMMA
All day, my eyes are darting from one friend group to the next as Kade and I follow the band around in the backstage green. I keep sneaking glances at Bonnie, the little smirk on her lips when she peers my way making me have a desperate need to stretch my muscles and touch her.
Out here, it’s business. Out here, she’s the rockstar, and I’m just the person who keeps her safe.
However, once I get her pretty ass back into that trailer, it’s another story.
My phone buzzes when it’s time to get them out of the public and back into their trailers for a few minutes alone before their dressing room quiet time.
I approach Bonnie from behind and bend to whisper in her ear, the rest of the guys so distracted by their own conversations that none of them turn their heads toward us.
“I want you in your trailer in ten minutes,” I say in her ear.
Her chin hits her shoulder. “Why would I do that?” she asks.
“Because I’m about to give you a new ritual.” I pinch the back of her elbow. “I have to go take care of something, then I’ll meet you at your trailer. Kade is going to walk you there.”
“Okay.”
The fact that she doesn’t argue makes me smile, and I discreetly kiss her neck before backing off again and making one last trip around the green area.
I’m triple-checking this place for any sign of Rad.
I know they could very well be in the crowd, though there’s no evidence on Rad’s social media.
Satisfied with the walkthrough, I head back to Bonnie’s trailer, my thighs already squeezing at the plans I’ve been fantasizing about all day.
Her ass will be such a pretty shade of red when I’m done with her.
I try not to grin too much to myself, my heart fluttering.
It’s show day, and I get to be a part of her ritual.
Me .
I let out a shaky breath and crack my knuckles, biting my lips to keep from smiling outright at the thought.
Her door is unlocked when I reach the trailer, and as I open the door, breath leaves me.
She’s bent over her counter on her toes and checking her lashes in the mirror. I lean against her doorframe and push my hands in my pockets, swallowing at the garter straps holding up her fishnet tights. It’s hard to stay still and even harder to keep my hands to myself when all I want is to fuck her every way I can in this goddamn dress.
I almost whimper when I see the glimpse of her ass that hadn’t been so fucking visible when I saw her last.
“There you are,” she says, smirking at me in the mirror.
“Did you take your underwear off?” I ask.
Her ass wiggles. “I needed a new pair. I’ve been so wet all day with you staring at me.”
I push off the door to lock it behind me. She closes the cap on her mascara, pivots, and presses the heels of her palms onto the counter. Something about the way she’s looking at me makes me hesitant to cross the space between us. I don’t know what is going through that sneaky mind of hers. Whatever it is, she appears as happy about it as I do about my own plan.
Still, I can’t resist her.
“Don’t put your makeup away,” I tell her.
“Why not?”
“Because you’ll have to redo it when I’m done with you.”
Her brows lift, a smile curving her lips. I take my chance; however, the moment I’m within reaching distance, she presses her fucking combat boot against my chest.
“I need help,” she says with a pout.
I chew the inside of my mouth as I reach for the zipper on the inside of the boot. She’s smiling like she’s not about to be punished, and it’s a beautiful little development. I push her second boot off and massage the inside of her foot, kissing her skin as I work my way down, drawing closer with every press of my lips.
Nevertheless, as I start to push her skirt up, she grips my wrist, halting me.
My brow lifts. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“Sorry, did you want to touch this?” She spreads her legs and presses a single finger to her pussy, and I gulp.
“Yes,” I manage.
“That’s too bad.”
I gawk at her as she pushes off the counter, goes to the bed, and slides up against the headboard. Her eyes never leave mine, and the entire time she’s moving, I think I hold my breath.
Propped on the pillows, she spreads her legs wide, knees bent, and I finally exhale at the perfect sight of her cunt.
“Bonnie…”
My mouth is parched. I sit on the edge of the bed, unable to look away from the seductress in front of me now reaching for something in a little bag beside her.
That damn vibrator wand.
My own pussy is throbbing. She sinks a finger into her entrance, then swirls her dampness over her clit, a moan escaping her when she does.
I barely realize I’m trying to scoot closer to her until her foot is back on my chest, and I surrender to simply rubbing her foot as she teases herself.
It’s a few mesmerizing minutes—eternal seconds of her fingers swirling her clit and deliberately pumping inside her entrance, those little gasps and moans making my head spin—before she decides to bring the wand into play, and when she does, my breath shortens along with hers.
Fuck, this is killing me.
She throws her head back as she moves the wand where she wants it, sometimes on her clit, sometimes just beside it, the pressure increasing. It’s barely thirty seconds of that thing before her shortened breaths turn to cries.
“Are you there, baby?” I ask, getting to my knees.
“Yes,” she cries. “So close—ah—”
I know that little whimper.
I know the sag of her mouth, that catch in the back of her throat.
She’s on the verge…
And I’ll be fucking damned if she finishes right now.
I grab her thighs and pull her flat onto the mattress. She yelps as I toss the vibrator from her hand and wrap my hand around her throat. My fingers squeeze her neck just enough that she gasps, and as her hands clench to my forearm, I bend over her. Her legs hike around my waist, her wet pussy brushing against my clothed one. I curse under my breath, still taking the opportunity to grind my pelvis against hers.
“Gemma,” she whimpers, her back arching.
“You like this position, don’t you?” I ask as I tease her.
“Yes,” she breathes.
My fingers curl into the soft space between her jaw and throat, and her eyes roll back. Her chest and hips jerk like she’s trying to hold back her orgasm, and I lean closer to her ear.
“You don’t get to come before this show, rockstar,” I rasp. “Not yet. Not after today. I was going to make you come so many times that you were still pulsing when you got on that stage. But now…”
I chuckle in her ear, gyrations slowing, pressure increasing. “Now, you’re going to feel the burn of my handprint on your ass the entire time you’re playing. Your ass will sting so badly that every second, you’ll be thinking about me. And when you come off that stage later, I won’t be waiting in the wings. You can search this festival all you want. Until I want you to find me, you’ll be lost.” I drag my tongue up the column of her throat. “However, once I decide you’ve waited long enough…” Another laugh leaves me, and I relish the hair rising on her arms. “You can plead your case for why I should let you enjoy the view from beneath me.”
Her eyes are so dilated that there’s barely a fraction of blue left in them.
I loosen my grip on her neck and kiss her hard. She threads her fingers into the roots of my hair, her wet pussy grinding on me when she tightens her thighs around me. I nearly say to hell with my plan. One swift move and I could have her coming on my hand, my pussy, my face—
“Get on your knees and bend over like a good little slut,” I whisper against her lips.
She kisses me again, this time groaning into my mouth, but I feel her moving just as I asked her to. Our lips part as I sit up. She locks eyes with me, turns around, and when she props her elbows onto the mattress, her back arched and ass hiked high in the air, I almost forget what the hell I was doing.
God, I love this dress.
I get to my feet and brace a hand on her hip.
“Breathe,” I say, noting her frozen chest. “You have to breathe for me.”
She nods.
My hand comes down on her ass, and as soon as contact is made, she squeaks, a moan immediately following.
Again. Again. Again .
I spank her four times—one for each of those beats she loves so much.
She’s whimpering into the mattress when I eventually stop. I don’t want to lay into her too much this first time. I don’t want to give her more than she can handle, especially when she’s going onstage soon.
“Did that make you wet?”
“Yes,” she answers fast.
I sink two fingers inside her, and Bonnie’s arms flatten onto the mattress as if she can’t hold herself up any longer.
“Shit, Gemma—”
Her words are stuck, barely more than a whine.
“Please,” she pleads.
I can feel her walls pulsating against my fingers before I pull them from within her.
I bend behind her and spread her cheeks wide, then drag my tongue from her clit to her entrance. Shit, her taste is fucking glorious. I suck her clit into her mouth, hearing her mewl into the sheets again. I want to finish her off so badly that I’m going to be in just as much pain as her during this concert. I’m trembling from it.
The moment I feel her beginning to jerk, I pull my tongue from inside her and flip her over.
She flops with a bounce on the bed. And fuck, her eyes…
Her makeup is smeared, tears streaking down her cheeks, and I could not be more pleased.
“That’s all you get, rockstar,” I tell her.
“I hate you,” she says before kissing me again.
I chuckle into her mouth. “You can show me just how much after your show,” I say.
“Mm… No,” she says, shaking her head. “After this show, I’m going to lick your cunt until you’re the one crying,” she promises, her hand wrapping around my jaw.
“Aw, that’s really cute.” I kiss her again. “Only if you drink your water and eat something right now.”
“Can we cuddle for like five minutes? My ass really hurts,” she pleads.
I scoff and lay down on the bed beside her, and when she turns into me, I swipe away some of the mascara beneath her eyes.
“I’ll always make time to lay with you.”