Chapter 71
I sign my name and return the pen to the last fan in my line. Crossing the room, I’m curt as I extract myself from groupies who try to attach themselves to me. My goal is to exit the after-party. I need to find Peace.
Watching her leave with Stevie and Levi, I’m concerned. I don’t like that she thinks they’re cute. What if they put the moves on her? What if she lets them? Not wanting her hanging out with them without my supervision, I almost told the remaining fans in my line to fuck off. But I’m in enough trouble with Black Cat as it is.
A growl escapes me as I prowl toward the exit.
“Hey.” Carson joins me. He has Lilah with him. I’m not jealous. I’m relieved because she’s been bugging me to have sex with her nearly the entire night.
“I’m taking Lilah to the bus,” he informs me.
“Do you wanna join us?” Lilah asks, fluttering her fake lashes at me.
“No, thanks.” I turn her down politely, remembering Carson’s chastisement from the other night. But it’s difficult not to let on that I’m pissed. I already told Lilah several times that I wasn’t interested. I really don’t get why she’d want to suck my dick again when I was such an asshole to her the last time.
“Suit yourself.” She clings tighter to Carson, and we exit the venue together.
Outside, the air is hot and sticky, adding to my foul mood. The lot is empty except for a few parked cars. We head toward the bus. It’s on the other side of a few barricades. Unsurprisingly, the door is unlocked when we reach it. I follow Carson and Lilah on board, pausing on the stairs to say hi to the driver.
“How you doing?” I ask William.
“Can’t complain, Mr. Jackson,” he replies.
“How far is it to the next stop?”
“About five hours to Little Rock.” He studies me a moment. “Plenty of time for you to get some shut-eye.”
“That’s just what I plan to do.” I pat his shoulder. “Thanks, Bill. Drive carefully.”
“You’re welcome. Will do, Mr. Jackson.”
I continue up the steps but stop inside the lounge. My eyes widen, finding it startingly clean. It smells good too like lavender.
“Peace.” It couldn’t be anyone else. I’m relieved. If she cleaned up this mess, there’s no way she had time to fool around with the brothers.
Continuing to the sleeping section, I discover my impossible dream is sound asleep face down on the top bunk, condom packets surrounding her.
I cringe. She must have been really tired not to have scraped those out of the way. So I do it for her. After I’m done, I stare at her, my heart in my throat. It wants to leap out of my chest and dive into hers.
Even with my bandmates flirting with Peace, I love having her here. In the bus. On the tour. I loved spending time just the two of us today. It seemed like she loved it too. Could Carson be right? Am I good for her, at least temporarily?
I tuck a long strand of her gold hair behind her ear. The pads of my fingers tingling, I’m unable to resist taking further liberties. I press my lips to her soft cheek. My cock stirs, but it’s going to have to settle down. I can’t have her. I blew it with her, and I’m not interested in a groupie. Truthfully, I haven’t been interested in the groupies for a long time. I want something real. I want something incredible. That means Peace. It’s always been her for me. Letting out a regretful sigh, I close her curtain.
Peace
I can’t sleep. Of course I can’t. Rhythmic banging, deep groans, and feathery moans wake me. Someone’s in the back room. Two someones. Not the brothers now. There wasn’t any banging when they were back there, just feminine giggles, then eventually male groans. Who is back there now? Is it Bo? Would he fuck someone else so soon after me? My heart clenches.
“Fuck yeah.” Carson’s groan slips through the cracks around the door. “Keep doing it just like that.”
My scalp tingles from the lead singer’s deeply sensual tone. Knowing it’s Carson and not Bo back there having sex, the tightness inside me loosens.
“Yes, Car,” a feminine voice mews after another bang. “Give it to me hard.”
I remember Bo fucking me hard. I close my eyes. I can almost feel his firm mouth on mine again. His warm lips on my body. His wet tongue on my breasts. My body overheating, I throw back the sheet.
“Yeah, babe,” Carson tells his mystery woman. “Keep squeezing me just like that.” Bang. He thrusts, and she takes it. “Feels so good, Lilah.”
I think of Bo. How good he felt. His heavy and passion-slickened body covering mine as he moved inside me. My nipples harden and tingle. Between my thighs, my clit swells.
“Don’t stop,” Lilah pants. As the banging increases in speed and ferocity, I get too turned on not to do anything about it and thrust my hand into my panties. My clit is slippery wet. I rub it, trying to satisfy the growing ache.
“Yes,” Lilah chants. Bang. Bang. Bang. “I’m almost there.”
I’m not. Frustrated tears burn behind my closed eyes. I’m throbbing. Aching. But it’s not my touch I’m desperate for.
Bo
“Bo,” Peace rasps.
I come awake. I’m instantly hard and groan as she climbs into my bunk and straddles me.
“I need you,” she moans. “Listening to Carson with the groupie in the back room, I couldn’t stop thinking about how it was with us. Please fuck me again.”
“I need you too.” I register the rhythmic banging, but it’s her I want. Her I need. I drifted off thinking of her, and I like this, her taking the initiative. My gaze holding hers in the near darkness, I slide my palms along the silky soft skin of her thighs.
“Yes.” Her lids lowering, she lets out an appreciative breath. Blood rushes to my cock. I get so hard, I throb.
Throaty moans and deep groans thickening the air, I get that this isn’t some fever dream, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to end it. I’m not capable of ending it. Not with Peace willing and in my bed, only wearing a sleep shirt.
“Please,” she whimpers. Dragging her hips over my throbbing length, she’s nearly naked on top of me.
“No need to beg,” I say roughly. “I’ll take care of you.” I can’t turn her down. Job or no job, I don’t want to. She needs me, needs a release, and I sure as fuck want to be the only one to give it to her. “Put your hand up on the ceiling. Brace yourself. I’m going to do something.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
“So eager. So trusting.” I grip her hips possessively, my lips curving as she lifts one arm and places her palm over her head. The other she plants on my chest. She grinds her pussy again over my erection before I can tell her that’s exactly what I want. My cock leaps inside my boxer briefs, and my heart thunders beneath her palm.
I find the edges of her lace panties. I don’t waste precious time sliding them off. I rip them in two.
“Yes, Bo.” She shivers as the cooler room air washes over her perfect pussy. “I want you so much.”
“I want you too, babe.” Aroused is the state of my existence whenever she’s around. “You’re all I think about.” I slide my hands over the enticing curve of her hips as she slides over me, seeking hardness and friction.
“I was touching myself,” she admits, the gold in her eyes fiery like sparklers. “Listening to them and imagining you.”
Fuck me. “Need your sweet mouth, baby.” I get my hands under her shirt and race them up her spine. Finding her nape, I put pressure on it, urging her to bend. I need her pretty face closer. I must have her lush lips.
“No kissing.” She turns her head to the side, her long hair a golden curtain shimmering around us.
“Why the hell not?” I fist my hand in her silken tresses.
“It’s too personal.” She offers me the side of her neck instead. I take it and lick a wet path from that sensitive indentation in her shoulder all the way up to her ear.
“And this isn’t personal?” To make my point, I blow a stream of my warm breath into her ear.
“Yes.” She shudders as I nip her lobe. “But we agree upfront that this is just fucking. It’s our dirty little secret. We get each other off, then we go back to being coworkers in the morning. That way no one gets hurt and no one loses their job.”
“Whatever you want.” I’m too desperate to argue over terms. Cupping her incredible tits, I weigh and shape them, marveling at how perfectly they overflow my hands.
“I want you.” She arches, bringing her breasts more fully into my worshipful hands. “Need you.” Her frantic fingers find the waistband of my boxers. “Please don’t make me wait.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it. Fuck,” I hiss from the pleasure of her questing fingers finding and gripping my engorged cock. “Stop,” I warn her and grab her wrists. “If you pump me even once, I’m gonna come hard all over your pretty hands.”
“That’s the goal.” She punctuates the words with shortened breaths and rocks her hips. In the back room, the pace of the rhythmic banging increases.
“No,” I disagree. “The goal is me coming inside you.” I play with her nipples. Tugging and twisting, I elongate the hardened tips.
“Yes, Bo.” She likes that and starts to rock faster over me. Her tempo matches the porno soundtrack inside the back room. “That feels so good.”
“I know it does.” The enticing heat of her is soaking my boxers. “You’re so hot and wet, baby.” I glide my hands along the sides of her sexy body, skimming her tits and grazing her waist. Grabbing her hips, I thrust up as she grinds down. All that feels good, incredible even, but it’s not enough.
“Don’t stop. Your hands feel so good on my skin.” She races hers all over my chest. My skin ignites everywhere she touches me. Her eyes smolder beneath heavy lids.
“Love touching you. Love the way you respond to me.” I’m grateful for the ambient emergency lighting outside my bunk so I can see her.
“I love touching you too.” She finds the hard nubs and tweaks my nipples.
I groan. Pre-cum spurts from my slit. Peace is better, warmer, and sexier than I could’ve ever dreamed.
“Glad you climbed into my bunk.” I pluck her nipples. What’s good for her is good for me too.
“Yes.” She sighs. “That feels incredible.” Her lids flutter in ecstasy as I roll and strum the diamond-hard tips.
In the back lounge, Carson drills Lilah. The walls start to shake. The groupie chants the lead singer’s name.
“I kissed your cheek before I went to sleep.” I twist her nipples, making them burn, making her clit throb. “I didn’t like you up there without me.”
“I was lonely without you. Oh, yes, Bo.” She lets out another broken moan as I graze the lower swells of her breasts while flicking her nipples. “No more teasing. Need you.” She reaches for my cock again. This time I don’t stop her. I lift my hips, helping her get my boxers down to my knees.
“The goal is us coming together,” I remind her. As she fists my rod, I thrust into her hand. I want a repeat of our first time. It’s practically all I’ve been thinking about.
“Yes,” she rasps and jacks me almost violently, just the way I like.
“Pump my cock, baby,” I order. “Oh, yes,” I groan. “That’s so good, sweetheart.” I thrust into her tight fist. “You’re so good.”
“You’re so hot,” she marvels. “So perfect. So big. So thick.” She undulates on top of me, not a sexy librarian but a porn star who looks like an angel. I’m the devil beneath her, ready to commit a carnal sin.
“Need you totally naked.” I whip her shirt off. Grabbing her hips, I lift and plant her on my aching cock. I groan low and long from the wicked pleasure, sliding deep inside her wet heat.
“Yes, Bo.” She chants as I lift my hips. Pumping into her, I squeeze her ass cheeks. In the back lounge, the festivities are also reaching a fevered peak. “Oh, yes.” Getting her palm on the ceiling again, Peace grips my shoulder with one hand and grinds down on me as I thrust inside her. Again and again, I drive deep, and she grinds down. Our breaths mingle and our desperate bodies slap together.
“I’m close.” I curl my fingers around her neck. She’s so beautiful and brilliantly tight, squeezing me each time I thrust inside her. “I need your mouth. I want to taste you when I fill you with my cum.”
“Condom.” Her pretty eyes fly open. “We didn’t use a condom.”
“I’m clean.” I can’t stop. She’s too tempting. My spine is tingling. I’m almost there.
“Since when?” Her inner walls flutter around me.
I groan. Apparently, she’s almost there too.
“They ran a bunch of tests when they arrested me.”
“Okay.” She lifts and slams down. Sliding on my cock, she rides me so beautifully. I’m about to explode. “I’m on the pill.”
“Good.” I frame her tits and drive into her again and yet again.
“Faster, Bo,” she begs. “Harder.” Her lids lower. Her breaths shorten. Her desperate cunt grips me.
“Peace,” I warn. Her tits bounce as I hammer into her. I’m coming. I can’t hold back. I must have her, must make her mine. She’s not an angel. With her gold hair shimmering around her like sensual magic, she’s a goddess, my goddess. “Oh, Peace. Yes.” I drive deep, stiffening as I ejaculate.
“Bo,” she cries. “Yes. Oh, yes.”
I squeeze my eyes shut in ecstasy as her inner walls pulse around me. The stars and the universe collide as she comes. A new world full of liquid light and fiery passion is born. Wave after wave, we ride the blistering pleasure of our mutual climaxes. When I open my eyes, I memorize every detail about her. How mesmerizingly beautiful she is naked, trembling, and flushed from the high I gave her. Whatever happens in the morning, I can’t deny her anymore.