Chapter 20
CHAPTER
TWENTY
MARLEY
Idon’t know where I am in the world, or when. I’m not sure if this is reality or a dream. I think it might be real, and I’m just extremely stoned, making it feel like a dream, like I’m floating.
We’re backstage somewhere, but I’m not sure if it’s at a concert we’ve played at, or we’ve been to see another band play and ended up backstage.
I’m sipping on a beer, feigning interest in what Yenny Leventi, a drummer from an up-and-coming band, is saying.
Seven Words. That’s the band. It’s all coming back to me now. Me and Maca have just watched a relatively new band called Seven Words. They have a female drummer who is smoking hot, but Mac has warned me they could be touring with us next year, so I’m absolutely, most definitely not gonna go there.
Maybe.
When we first got backstage, a pretty little blonde handed me a joint, which has since knocked me sideways.
“It’s some kind of Colombian skunk mixture, so don’t go mad,” she’d told me with a wink before wandering off.
“You ready to go?” Maca appears at my side.
“You try that weed?” I ask him.
“Nah, but looking at the size of your pupils and the way you’re swaying, I’ll take your word for it that it’s good.”
“Exceptional. I need to find the little blonde who gave it to me? see if she has some more.”
“You mean that little blonde? The one standing five feet away, staring at us?” Mac questions sarcastically.
“That’d be her,” I reply as I move toward what I hope is her direction. “You got any more of that gear we could buy off you?” I ask when I reach her side.
She smiles and looks between Mac and me, who’s on the other side of me.
She’s gorgeous.
“Good shit, right?” she asks.
“Fucking blinding,” I reply.
“I have a little left over. You wanna go somewhere and have some fun?”
“I absolutely do.”
“I’ll share my weed, and you two can share me,” she says.
Mac makes a choking sound, while I literally choke on the last mouthful of beer I just attempted to swallow.
“Oh, come on, boys. Don’t make out you’re innocent. I’ve heard the rumours, heard what you’re into. Let’s go smoke some good weed and have a little fun.”
An hour later, we’re in a hotel room somewhere in West London. Obviously, because of that, by this stage I’ve deduced that we’re in the UK. Sometimes the life of a rock star can be… confusing.
The three of us have shared a joint, and Jessie, our little supplier, is currently taking a shower. The hotel is upmarket enough that we were able to order room service, and Mac is currently opening our second bottle of Bolli.
“You good?” I call out to him from where I’m lying on the bed.
He shrugs as he turns to look at me, his thick, dark brows drawn down over his narrowed eyes.
“Fuck knows,” he says with a laugh. “She’s cute.
She signed the thing saying she’s up for it.
Yenny has the thing. We came to a hotel so that security cameras will have recorded us, and if she screams, someone will hear her.
” He shrugs. “What the fuck else can we do?”
I give my own shrug in response. Events of four years ago have made us cautious, but not to the point where we don’t still share on the odd occasion. We just get the girls to sign something to say they know what they’re getting themselves into. That’s the thing we got Jessie to sign.
This occasion unexpectedly presented itself, so we’ve taken it. Not that anything has happened yet.
Maca passes me a glass of bubbly, then aims the remote at the telly, which is tuned to MTV. He turns up the volume, and Whitesnake’s “Here I Go Again” plays. Not too loud to cause complaints, but loud enough to fill the room with a bit of atmosphere.
The door to the bathroom opens, and Jessie appears wearing a white robe.
“That feels better,” she declares, looking fresh-faced and makeup-free.
“How old are you, Jess?” Maca asks exactly what I was thinking.
She laughs. “You only just thought to ask me that?”
“Didn’t think we needed to till you washed your makeup off,” I tell her.
She nods. “I’m nineteen. Perfectly legal. Perfectly willing. Perfectly able,” she states as she takes her now-refilled glass off the table and sips from it.
“I’m gonna shower,” Mac says and heads straight into the bathroom. He doesn’t even bother closing the door.
Jessie moves to the end of the bed and climbs onto it, so she’s up on her parted knees next to my crossed ankles.
“You gonna join him?”
I chuckle and shake my head. “Sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart, but despite the rumours, we don’t fuck each other.”
She turns to look at the telly as The Cars’ “Just What I Needed” comes on.
“You could never disappoint me, Marley Layton,” she says as she steps off the bed and starts dancing. “Love this song.” She knocks back her entire glass of champagne.
The song hasn’t even finished when Maca exits the bathroom, dripping wet, wearing nothing but a towel around his hips.
Jessie grabs his arm and pulls him in to dance with her.
He obliges, his hands on her hips as he pulls her against him when Stevie Nicks’ “Edge of Seventeen” blasts from the telly.
Maca separates the two halves of Jessie’s robe, slides his hand inside and cups one of her tits before lowering his mouth to suck on her nipple.
I watch on as she unties the belt and pulls the whole thing off her shoulders.
It’s trapped between them, so it doesn’t fall to the floor.
Instead, it leaves just her bare back facing me.
Maca moves one hand from her hips and drags the nail of his index finger up her spine.
Her head falls back, and she sways from side to side as they continue to move to the music.
Mac leans in and kisses her throat, then moves his attention down to each of her tits. He adjusts their position so I can now see more than just her bare back. Her tits are big and round for someone with such a lean frame, but they’re fucking perfect.
Not wanting to miss out any longer, I head to the bathroom and take possibly the quickest shower of my life.
I don’t even bother with a towel. I just step out into the suite to find Maca spread out on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge, with Jessie bent in half over him as she sucks his cock into her mouth.
He bare arse and pussy have my name written all over them the moment they’re offered up to me, and I have a feeling that’s exactly what she intended.
Condoms are already spread out on the bed, along with a small tube of lube. The girl obviously came prepared.
Moving in behind her, I grip the back of her hair and hold her face down over Maca’s cock.
“More,” I tell her. “Take him all the way to the back of your throat. I wanna hear you gag.”
Using my knee, I knock her legs wider apart and slide two fingers into her soaking wet pussy.
She groans.
“Come up here,” I hear Maca order.
Jessie straddles him, and he lifts her to his face.
Moving to the side of the bed, I roll on a condom before squirting lube onto the top of her arse crack.
She leans forward, spreading her legs wider.
I push four fingers inside her as Maca sucks on her clit.
Then he flips her, moves her around, so they’re in a sixty-nine position with her on top.
Using my palm, I push down between her shoulders and watch as she wraps her hand around Mac’s cock before sliding it back between her lips.
Moving my hand to her hair, I grip it, holding her head down till she gags. I fucking love that sound.
Lining myself up, I push my cock inside her tight, drenched pussy to the sound of “Slow Hand” by The Pointer Sisters.
She sucks, Maca sucks, and I fuck. We do this for what might be seconds, but could be days. It feels fucking amazing, and then Mac is moving her again.
Me and Jess watch as he rolls on a condom before she straddles him and lowers herself down.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “That feels nice.” Holding onto her hips, he pumps into her.
Once again, I move in behind her. With my hand between her shoulders, I again coax her forward: head down, legs spread wide.
I watch as she rides Mac’s cock, watch as he slides in and out of her, the condom glistening with her juices, and debate whether I want to be in there, too, or if I’d rather take the other hole she’s currently offering up.
“Spread for me, baby. Let me see that tight little arse of yours,” I order.
She follows my instructions, groaning as Maca sucks on one nipple while pulling at the other.
“Her pussy tight, Mac?” I ask.
“Tight and wet.”
“You reckon I’ll fit?”
Jess groans and instinctively spreads her legs wider. With more lube and a little manoeuvring, we eventually make it work.
We fuck till we come.
Then we drink and smoke.
We sleep for a while, then fuck again.
With the blackout blinds drawn, we lose track of time, order food when we’re hungry, and sleep when we’re tired. Then we fuck in between.
Right now, Maca’s flat on his back asleep. I’m just about to push inside Jessie’s arse when a phone rings. The ringtone’s weird, unlike any hotel phone I’ve ever heard. The ringing stops before starting up again.
“Marley.”
I hear my name being called, but I’m not sure who’s calling it.
“Marls. G’s on the phone.” I feel a dig in my ribs, forcing me to open my eyes.
“What the fuck?” I groan while blinking my wife into focus.
She hands me her mobile. “G’s been calling. She needs to talk to you.”
“What the fuck?” I repeat, my hand going straight to my dick, because I’m a bloke, and that’s just what we do when we wake up. We check to make sure the crown jewels are still where they should be, or just to reposition the usual boner that’s waiting for us.
Ash raises her brows as her hand goes to her hip.
“What?” I repeat. “Morning wood; I can’t help it,” I protest, feeling weird about making adjustments while my sister is on the other end of the phone. “Hello,” I croak.
“You okay?” G asks.