Chapter 9
Chapter
Nine
“Do you think we need a tractor?” I ask my wife.
“No, no tractors required.” She answers.
I never thought we could top the night we consummated our first marriage in a field with a tractor, truck, and the aid of a whip. But seeing as I’d ordered a load of stuff from a sex shop, and Evie’s never seen half the shit I bought and is picking it up asking what it is and what it does, I can hardly concentrate.
She starts to giggle at one point, holding up the vibrating panties set. Apparently this she knows what to do with. Between peels of laughter, she tells me, “A friend nearly ended up in Accident and Emergency after a concerned citizen phoned the paramedics. She was rolling around one of the London parks, moaning, and someone thought she was having a seizure as she jerked around and fell off a bench she was trying to sit on. When the paramedics arrived and tried to put her in an ambulance, she finally told them to phone her husband to tell him to stop pressing the buzzer.” Evie’s rolling with laughter at the story, imitating the woman on the floor, When Harry Met Sally style.
Xander, of course, comes rushing into the bedroom thinking she’s crying, and stands stock still, staring at the woman who is now actually crying on the floor holding a set of vibrating knickers.
She lobs them at him, telling him to put them on—which of course he does—and she picks up the controller. The lunatic then spends the next hour suddenly stopping and shivering as Evie blasts his nether region with vibrations. There’s not a dry eye in the house.
The minx then decides to run a quiz on who can guess what the sex toy does, and we spend the hour or so drinking and playing a game of name the sex toy.
Of course, Xander’s happy to demonstrate, and eventually most of the toys and everyone in the party has been used as a model, me included.
I finally kick them all out just before dawn and take my wife to bed. Well not bed, exactly. More like the pool, the pool table, the couch, the swing chairs, the bar, basically any surface I can get her on. She tries to be quiet, knowing Becky and Levi are in the other bedroom, but I tell her not to bother. They know what we’re doing, they won’t come out of their room.
When we finally make it into the bedroom, it’s already light out, but I have a few toys I still want to use.
“I think Xander stole some of them,” I tell her, looking around at the stash still laid out on the bed.
“He is crazy,” she says fondly, and pulls me towards her. “But don’t worry about them. I want to suck your cock. Will you tell me what feels really, really, good?”
“It all feels good. I’ll try, but I tend to lose my speech a bit.”
She grins at me as she kneels in front of me, looking up. “I like it when you lose it, it turns me on even more.”
“I don’t want to come in your mouth. I’ll let you suck me, but I’ve got things to do yet.” she flutters her lashes at me. “Not going to work, not in charge, Kitten.” I shake my head at her as she holds my balls and licks around the head of my cock, lapping at the underside. Fuck it feels good. She hums on the piercing and it vibrates, making me want to thrust into her mouth. The little bit of self control I still have kicks in and I wait for what she does next.
“Maybe I’ll put those pants on you,” she says before taking me into her mouth, relaxing her jaw.
I’m big, and I’m hitting the back of her throat, it feels fantastic. I hold her hair and start to fuck her face. She keeps her mouth open, and I’m thrusting into her face and throat, getting close, so I pull out.
She tries to stop me by holding onto my arse cheeks and smacking them, but I pick her up by her shoulders, practically growl, “No, my turn,” and drop her onto the bed. Turning her over onto her stomach, I pull her up onto all fours and lube up a vibrating butt plug, but she’s so wet I hardly need any. “This is going to feel so fucking good,” I tell her.
Letting me push it into her and set it to vibrate, she gasps, and moans, “Kellen.”
Ah good, we’re back to name only.
I push into her from behind. Her head is down and she’s moaning, “I feel so full.”
I crank it up a notch, and pull her hair as I push in again and again from behind. I can’t stop myself from pounding into her, she feels so fucking amazing. I’m hitting her deep, my piercing and cock throbbing.
She’s pushing back on me, meeting me thrust for thrust. I can hear her moans hitting a higher pitch. I’m really pulling at her now, and slap her cheeks making the plug move around. She’s screaming out my name, keening so loudly the whole hotel will hear her, but I don’t give a shit.
She loses the plot and I feel her let go as her pussy clamps down on me, like a venus fly trap snapping shut. My balls are tingling and my toes are curled up as I pound in and come inside her, emptying my balls again.
Jesus, I can hardly breathe, and she has tears leaking out of her eyes. I continue to move slowly, kissing her back, neck, and stop the plug but don’t remove it. I lay with her as we come down from the high we created together. She’s flat out. I decide to be kind to her and remove the plug, get up and wash it in the bathroom, and she’s not even moved.
When I return, she’s still laid in the same place. I grin. God, she’s beautiful. I move her gently to turn her on her back and push her legs open as I lick her pussy. Sweet heaven, she tastes of me and her. I eat her out, my balls pulling up tight as I swirl my tongue around her clit. I slap her pussy with a paddle, and she groans out. I dive back in as she’s contracting, her greedy pussy grabbing for me.
“Yes, baby, you want more?”
“Kellen.” Name only, I smile.
“Yes, more,” I say, pushing my tongue in, fucking her with it as I slide my fingers into her back hole. She’s jerking around as I hold a vibrator to her clit.
“Fuck no, Kellen.” Her hips are moving side to side and jerking upwards. She comes and I can taste the juices that are flowing from her.
I carry on licking her through it, and start to apply the clit vibrator again.
“No more, Kell. I can’t.”
“You can, you will,” I command, sliding on a cock ring and turning on the vibrator as I push in, good old missionary style.
I move her legs to my shoulders and stand at the end of the bed, feeling the vibrations hitting her, and how deep it is. Opening her legs, I watch as I slip in and out. Fuck, I love to watch. I grind my hips around when I’m deep inside so the vibrator can bite into her.
Her head is shaking from side to side. “Harder Kell, ah gawd.”
We’re covered in sweat, but I lift her back and push in, staying in, pulsing inside her. She makes a mewling noise and cries out, and I can feel her contracting around me.
I start to move at a frantic pace. I need to come, my body is screaming at me, she’s moaning loudly. I slap her breasts then lower my head and fuck her like it’s my last day on earth. I bellow out her name as I shoot ribbons of cum into her, my stomach muscles taught, my arse cheeks clenched together, my toes curling into the carpet.
Spent, I collapse next to her and pull her into my arms. I start to babble, for her not to leave me, that I looked for her, how I wanted to climb into her skin, how beautiful she was when I saw her again, how I need her in my life.
Iwake in the morning—well, afternoon—and touch my wife. I can feel her warmth as I move my hand down her body. She’s still asleep. I move myself down the bed and open her legs, parting her lips, and lick slowly around her clit. I lick up inside her, touching her skin.
She moans and I can feel her come alive. “Mmmmm oh just there, mmmmm.”
Her head is moving side to side, and I bite gently at her. Groaning out, she moves her hips with me, as I push my fingers into her and concentrate on her clit. She’s pulling on my hair and is getting more frantic. I’m nonstop pushing her forward.
“Oh God.” I feel her tense, arch her back, and then feel the flow of juices from her to me. I continue to move my tongue on her until she wraps her arms around her torso and then over her head.
I move up her body. “Morning, Kitten.”
She gifts me a lazy contented smile and moves her hands to touch my hair and body.
I settle behind her and spoon her, my cock seeking out her warmth. Slipping inside her, she’s so fucking wet and tight.
She pushes her face into the pillow with a groan, “Soo good, Kel.”
I move her hair and nip at the nape of her neck, push her head forward and run my teeth up the back of her neck, all the time pushing in and out, steady, slowly and hard. Lifting her leg forward, it changes the angle slightly, going deeper.
I groan into her, “So fucking good, tight, harder, push back on me. I want you to feel me all fucking day, think about me pushing into you, touching your clit.” When I run my hand over her tits and pull on her nipples, she pushes them into my hands.
As I run one hand down and massage around her clit, pumping harder and harder, I reach up with the other and hold onto the headboard to get more leverage. I add a swivel of my hips and she goes into overdrive, pushing back and trying to grab onto me.
“Kell,” she moans.
“Wait for me, baby.” I can tell she’s close again, so fucking responsive to me, as her pussy is starting to tense up. I go at her, pounding into her. We both come as I feel her pussy grab me, and I swell and let go.
Lights are flashing behind my eyes, my breathing is laboured, I continue to move as she’s keening. I kiss her back and shoulders, she’s touching me, and I want her to, I don’t want her to stop. I wrap myself around her.
“Oh God, I can’t move. Do we have to go out? Maybe we can stay in like this and you can do an interview from the bed, like John and Yoko.” she says.
“I don’t think they were fucking.”
“We could do a ten minute break, and then right back to it,” she’s laughing at her solutions.
“Tempting as that is, we have to do the cameo at the boxing tonight. But we can go home after that. I thought you wanted to do some sights today? Fountains, rollercoasters and whatever else.”
“Do you think we’ll be able to? I haven’t seen the headlines, they might be really bad.”
She’s worried about it. My heart clenches, my chest tightening. I try to lighten her thinking, give her some perspective, remind her why we’ve done it.
“Who gives a fuck. We’ll do it if you want. This is for James and I, no one else. Who cares what anyone thinks? It’s what we think that matters.”
“You’re a lot better at dealing with this stuff.”
“No, I’ve just been dealing with the shit longer. It doesn’t matter, you know. One day they love you the next they want to cancel you, it really depends on the flavour of the week. All we do is make music. At the end of the day, if everyone stops listening, I’d still make music. Even if it’s just me and Xan in our sheds.”
“Yeah, I can just imagine you two with your old washboards out, playing a tune, with Xan on the spoons.”
We start to laugh, and I pull her on top of me. I can’t remember ever laughing in bed with a woman other than her.
There’s a knock on the door and it flies open.
“Fucking hell, what the fuck,” I yell in shock.
“Morning, newlyweds.” He’s grinning like an idiot.
“Xander, we could’ve been mid fuck.”
He ignores me and dives onto the bed. “God, you smell of sex, it’s heaven.” He grins at me, wriggling around, trying to get comfortable.
“Is there a point to your interruption?” I ask him, trying to push him out of our bed.
“Yep, Tim wants you. You bob out and I’ll sort Evie out, get her dressed. You’d like that wouldn’t you, Kitten.” He prods at her under the covers as she has them pulled over her head.
She pops it out. “No, Xan, get lost.”
I kick out the covers, leaving her under them with Xan still on top of the bed.
“Can’t you wear clothes? Your ass looks good though. All those workouts are paying off.” He shuffles up the bed and into the spot I just vacated.
“Xander,” she whispers. “I need to get up to the bathroom. Can?—”
“I’ll close my eyes and won’t peek, I promise. Scout’s honour.”
“You weren’t in the scouts, you wouldn’t go,” she tells him.
He laughs. “Oh, yeah, I forgot you knew me from the age of nine. Damn, there goes all my lies.”
“Let’s go, Xan.” I come out of the bathroom as he’s trying to squirm under the covers.
“Xan, leave her alone.” I drag him out of the bed, laughing.
“You’re no fun now you’re married. Don’t be getting boring, you two. Who will I watch fuck? Not Gabe, please not Gabe.”
I shake my head at him. “Ignore him, Evie, he’s still high. Let’s go, loverboy.”
He jogs out after me, blowing Evie a kiss as he goes. “Wait for me, Kitten,” he tells her, as I pull him out of the room.
As soon as we’re out of the room and the door is closed, he switches from the fool to serious. “Mixed bag online. Tim wants to go over strategy.”
“I don’t fucking care what they say, I’ll go on TV if I have to talk about it. I’m not bothered, but she might be. Fucking hell. She was nervous enough last night after that fucking toilet debacle. She put a brave front on, but she needed time to get herself together. She was fucking hiding in an alcove. Fuckers.” I’ve got fucking anxiety over it. It’s a totally new feeling.
Xan has got the band together and we go into a room away from everyone else. Tim comes online, his laptop with him along with Candy, the head of PR, Patrick, the lawyer, and Carl from security.
“What’s going on, Tim?” I dive in, not wasting time with pleasantries.
“Hey, good job, first off. Lots of headlines, mostly positive, but one outlet is posting a ton of shit. And lots of shitty photos of Evie.”
Candy from PR adds, “They’re mostly from a few years ago. I think if we use the pap photos and favourable bloggers we can get in front of it.”
“What angle are they going on?” Xander asks.
“Rags to riches via Marcus’s bed. The photos are years old, and it’s making out she was poor and look at her now types with up-to-date stuff.”
“Flimsy then, because she has her own money. Can’t we get stuff out there about her businesses? Not that I’m fucking bothered, fuck ‘em,” I say to them all, just in case there’s still any bit of doubt about my feelings on the subject.
“It’s not for you though, Marcus. Everyone knows you don’t give a shit. It’s for her,” Tim states, annoyed with me already.
“I’ll get Jonno to take a load of stuff down. He did it for years, hiding her from me, shouldn’t be an issue hiding her from it,” I say.
“To be honest, if we do a slow drip on her success, it’ll shut down most of the noise. You’re always going to get some shit, goes with the territory,” Candy says. “No one wants to believe a rockstar”s wife can do anything other than shop.”
“What about tonight?” asks Levi. “Are the girls ok to come.”
“They are fucking coming. I’m not hiding my wife, not a fucking chance,” I stand up shouting, going from zero to sixty in the blink of an eye.
“Calm the fuck down, Marcus. No one’s said they can’t go. You’ve only got a thirty minute cameo slot, see and be seen in the VIP area, and then onto a club for the same stuff. You can go home tomorrow,” Tim placates me, shaking his head.
“Good. I’m off home as soon as it’s done. If anyone wants to stay, feel free, but I’m going back to Devon. And I want to go out today. Evie’s never been to Vegas, she wants to do the sights. Make it happen, Carl.”
He rolls his eyes at me. “It’s a big ask, man, especially today. Can’t you come back another time and do them?”
“No, we don’t have time. I want to go in an hour, tell me when you’re ready.” I walk towards the doors. I know I’m being a dick, but I don’t care. They can go fuck themselves and sort it out. I want to make this happen for her.
“Have you got a list of where you want to go?” Carl asks my retreating back.
“Yeah, Mick’s got it.” I look down at my phone as it vibrates in my hand. “Just a sec, I’ve got Jonno on.” Putting it on speaker, I ask, “Jonno, can I patch you into this call?”
“Yeah, do it,” he says.
I dive straight in. “Can you take some of the shit down? Speak to Carl about it. I don’t want Evie to see a lot of it if I can help it.”
“Yeah, straight forward enough. It’s not as bad as you think, a lot of repeated stuff. If you get rid of that, it’s not so bad.”
Tim looks seriously impressed. “Jonno, it’s Tim. Can you let us know what you’re doing and?—”
“No, I’ll sort it and you can see what’s left. And let me know if you want anything else done.”
Carl is grinning at Tim. “Told you, Tim,” he mouths. They’d obviously been chatting about the family beforehand.
“Did you really keep James and Evie off the internet for all those years?” Tim asks him.
“Did either Kellen or Xander find them when they looked for them? Or should I say her, as they didn’t know about James. I know they both looked several times. Kell, that investigator you got was shit, don’t employ him ever again. Walked straight into my traps,” he cackles like a madman.
Tim raises his eyes at both me and Xan. I look at Xan. I hadn’t realised he”d looked for her, he never said. He’s a dark horse at times.
“Right, I’m off. I have work to do. Speak later. Look after my sister, dickheads.” He points to both me and Xan and cuts off.
“Can he do that?” Tim asks. “He”s a bit scary.”
“You’ve no idea,” says Xander. “And yes, he can. To be honest, so could James if he wanted to.”
I look at Xander. “You looked for her? You never said. Even the night we found her, you never let on.”
He sighs out, and shakes his head. “I did a few times, mainly towards the end of your marriage, when you were not in a good place. I thought Evie could help you, that you might listen to her, but as you know, I didn’t find her. I never said at the time. I thought it would push you over the edge if I mentioned her name. It was bad enough when she first left.” His eyes have turned totally black as if remembering how bleak it was at that time. How desolate we both were.
I nod at him, understanding exactly what he means. “Thanks for trying. I thought we might not survive university at one point. We were messed up big time. Twisted out of shape and hanging on by a thread.” I grin at him, shaking my head. “The wrong fucking pub, unbelievable.”