Chapter Six
Flame…
The flight was quiet, at least I think so, since I didn’t wake up until Wrath punched me in the arm.
We were about to land and I had to ‘return my seat to its upright position’.
It’d been the best flight so far. We were home—in the fuckin’ US of A baby.
No more accents, figuring out money or directions, and Michelle waiting for me in a room with a really big bed.
What could be better? Don’t get me wrong, the tour was freakin’ cool, but for our first trip out of the country it was way too long.
One month even two would have been cool but four fucking months on the road was over the top.
Terrance ran interference for us through the airport but it was rough.
Eleven p.m. and we were still mobbed by fans.
I didn’t think anyone knew we were coming in on this flight.
Joe figured someone from the airline probably leaked it to the press.
The limo was waiting and our luggage would be transported to the hotel later.
The limo driver was from some Middle Eastern country, which threw the whole part about no more accents right out the window.
“Fuckin A’ we made it,” Wrath said. He sounded as relieved as we all felt. Even Joe looked like he was over it.
“Do we have anything scheduled this weekend?” Chaos asked.
“No. I thought we could all use a couple of weeks off. I’ll be going to Sunshine’s tomorrow evening but you’ve all got the rooms for a week. Hopefully that’ll give you enough time to figure out what you want to do.”
“Thanks, Joe. I don’t know what we’d do without you,” Cyn said.
“You’d all be fine. I’m just doing my job, it’s no biggie.”
Cyn was right though, I don’t know what the hell we’d do without him. We were a bunch of foster kids from Marlville, New Jersey. What did we know about traveling the world, booking itineraries, and being rock stars? Or at least it used to be that way, we knew a hell of a lot more now.
It was almost midnight New York time and we were exhausted.
Jet lag was going to suck since our bodies were five hours ahead on England time.
Even sleeping on the plane didn’t do much to help but I hoped seeing Michelle would wake me up.
When the limo stopped in front of the Waldorf the doorman opened the doors.
Candy and Sweets almost fainted, and Rage let out a long whistle.
I could already hear Michelle’s voice in my head asking me what the fuck I’d been thinking about when I booked a room here. I couldn’t blame her either.
Wrath and I hadn’t been to any ‘nice’ hotels in the city before, so we booked one we’d heard about.
Fuck, everyone’s heard of the Waldorf Astoria, right?
Well I’m telling you, hearing about it and seeing it up close and personal are two totally different things.
We’d stayed in some nice places in Europe but this was fuckin’ wow.
The marble lobby was just about empty when we reached the top of the stairs. But there were still people milling about and giving us strange looks. Guess this place wasn’t used to seeing a group of wrinkled, multi-colored hair, inked, rock stars. We sure didn’t look like Waldorf material.
There were two people at the front desk and Joe told us to wait as he went to check in.
I couldn’t wait to get upstairs, see Michelle, take a shower and hit the bed.
I almost groaned thinking about it and I didn’t know which one made me happier.
It didn’t take long for Joe and a couple of bellmen, as Joe called them, to take us to our rooms. We were all on the same floor in one of the Towers.
Convenient. I thought about texting Michelle but decided to surprise her instead.
Arranging to meet downstairs for breakfast at eleven we said goodnight as the bellmen showed us to our suites. With a tap on the door, he slid the key card into the door lock and opened it. Michelle stood by the TV with a bottle in her hand, not to drink but as a weapon. That’s my girl.
“Hey baby, I swear I won’t hurt you.”
“Flame!” she yelled, and ran for me. Thank God I wasn’t holding anything because we both would have ended up on the floor. The bellman moved out of her way as fast as he could and looked kind of impressed as she launched herself into my arms.
Joe warned us in the car we’d need to tip the guys so I pulled a ten out of my pocket and handed it over. “Thanks, bro.”
“You’re welcome, Sir. Thank you and have a good evening,” he said as placed the keycard on the table and backed out while pulling the door closed.
Alone. Finally. Hot damn. “I missed you, baby.”
“Oh God, me too,” Michelle whispered against my neck as she hugged me tight. Encased in Michelle, she’d wrapped her arms and legs around me, and put her head on my shoulder as I sat on the couch. I didn’t want to risk dropping her, and I would have if I stood there much longer.
One taste of her and I was rock hard. Craving her taste I couldn’t wait, and I slid my tongue along the seam of her lips, pushing through to rub against her tongue.
Her soft moans as she squirmed against my jeans-covered erection almost pushed me over the edge.
I’d jacked off for the last four months but no way was it the same as the touch, scent and taste of this woman.
The last four months without Michelle was pure fucking torture, and I’d be making up for it this weekend.
Pulling apart she gazed at me with tear filled eyes. “What’s wrong, baby?”
Sniffling she answered, “Nothing. I just…just…missed you so damn much. You’re not allowed to go away for so long anymore.”
I grinned, and she slugged me. Yup my Michelle, take no shit but give me plenty, and I wasn’t giving her up for anything. “Is that the only thing wrong?”
“Why?”
“I dunno. Just checking.”
“I’m good.”
I didn’t believe her. There was something going on but now wasn’t the time to talk about it. I was fucking tired and she had to be too. “I know you are baby, so how about we hit the bed and you show me how good?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, and untangled her arms and legs from mine to stand up. As soon as she stepped away from me I missed her, her heat and her scent—she smelled like the beach. “C’mon babe.”
I followed her with my eyes first and then my body.
As she walked towards the bedroom she dropped clothing.
Sweater, t-shirt, the jeans—how the hell she could get out of her jeans while walking I still don’t know, but there they were on the floor and I watched her do it.
Her bra flew at my face and as I caught it her panties hit the ground. “Oh God girl you’re killing me.”
“Hurry the hell up. What are you waiting for? An engraved invitation?” Jumping on the bed she did a flip and landed facing me with her tongue out. Once again I thanked God for giving me an ex-high school gymnast, talk about limber. Fuck yeah.
As I watched, she drew her lower lip between her teeth and bit down.
Instantly my cock swelled against my zipper.
Oh shit. She’s going to kill me. I swear the little tease read my mind, because she rose to her knees and spread her legs.
One hand caressed her tit, and the other slid between her spread legs and rubbed her clit.
God damn. I don’t know how the fuck my cock didn’t bust through the zipper. Fuckin’ hot.
Pulling my t-shirt over my head, I carefully unzipped. The last thing I needed was to catch my cock in the zipper. Kicking my jeans and shoes off, I jumped on the bed. “You’re a fucking tease.”
“Wow. It took you this long to figure it out,” she said, her voice husky with arousal.
“No I knew but you’re ten times worse now.”
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too, babe. But damn, keep that shit up and I’m gonna blow my load before I ever get in you.”
“No worries, we’ve got all night.”
“True that, but it’s been so fuckin’ long…”
Smiling she straddled my hips. “I reiterate, we’ve got all night.”
“Do you use those big words in class too?” I couldn’t help it, I loved to tease her about her vocabulary. I never told her but I had to look up some of the words she used sometimes.
“Shut up.”
And I did, I had no choice—she slid her tongue across my lips and my entire world narrowed to only her, the heat of her soft body sliding against mine, her taste, and the citrusy scent of her perfume. Mine. I wanted to scream it out loud, to claim her so everyone would know she was my woman.
All sense of control was done, gone. I needed to be in her, thrusting deep into her core and I needed it now. Flipping her over with hands on either side of her shoulders, I smiled into her surprised face. “I need you bad. It has to be now.”
As I slid my cock against her pebbled clit she shuddered and moaned. Fuck yeah. Is there anything more satisfying than pleasing your woman? I think not.
Over four months since we’d been together, but my body remembered hers like it found its missing half.
My cock slid into her hot, wet pussy, and she tightened her muscles drawing me further into her hot channel.
It took all my concentration not to blow my load.
Oh yeah. All was right in the world. Heaven.
I tried to hold on, to make it last but it’d been too long since I’d felt the wet heat of her. I was fighting a losing battle.
Hot, quivering, welcoming. I trust into her slowly, teasing her clit with my fingers as I slid in and out of her heat. I wanted her to come first, I needed to feel her body quake as she came, and her muscles clench and milk my cock.
As I slid my cock over her G-spot, her eyes closed and her face flushed. Her hands were clenched into fists clutching the sheets. The muscles in her neck strained and I realized the little tease was holding back, well I’d fix her.
Pulling her legs around my hips, I tilted her ass and pounded faster with each thrust. Her moans drove me crazy, and as her spasms started she arched against me, meeting my thrusts. My control was shot and I clenched my ass so tight the muscles burned, but it helped my control.
“Oh my fuckin’ God…”
Her juices gushed over my dick and I exploded, shooting my load into her hot quivering pussy and screaming her name.
Holy Fuck. Leaning my forehead against hers and trying to catch my breath, I smiled into her flushed face—the face of a well fucked woman—and we weren’t done yet. But I needed recovery time.
Dropping a kiss on her lips and rolling to my back, I stared at the ceiling and then it fuckin’ hit me. “God damn. Fuck.”
“Geesh. I’m so glad you had a good time,” she said sarcastically.
“I did. But umm you notice something missing?”
She had a puzzled expression on her face. How could she not realize? Did she usually have sex without protection?
“No rubber, babe. I totally forgot.”
“Oh, no worries. I mean you’re clean right?”
I nodded. I got tested last year after I realized Ashley, my bitch ex, slept with anything with a cock. Even though we hadn’t been together in almost three years I figured it didn’t hurt to check.
So I was clean, but what about Michelle?
And did I just get her prego? I never bothered to ask her about any other guys, it didn’t matter since we sort of fuckin’ clicked from the moment I saw her.
At least until now when Ashley had to fuckin’ show up in my head.
The cheating cunt. I’d trusted her but she’d not only burned me, she’d fuckin’ lit me on fire.
“Well then no worries.”
“Are you sure? And what about a baby? I’m sure as hell not ready for that shit yet.”
“Yes, I’m clean. I don’t fuck anything that walks you know. Fuck you. I can’t believe…”
“Hey, relax. I didn’t mean it that way.” But I had. I didn’t want to think she’d fucked around, but I was gone for four months, and thoughts of Ashley’s betrayal wouldn’t go away.
“You think I cheated on you?”
“No, ahh…not really. I don’t know. Fuck me. I’m worried about getting you pregnant.” Goddammit, way to go asshole. I swear I could fuck up a wet dream sometimes. How the hell did we get onto this shit?