Chapter 15
Chapter
Fifteen
Tatum
Had the night before been a dream?
I’d woken up in the big bed at the back of the tour bus when I knew for certain I’d fallen asleep on the bench seat near the front, and while I might have attributed my midnight meltdown in the bunk to a nightmare, I could still feel the steady beat of Tobias’s heart in my ear as he carried me into the light.
On the definitely a dream side of the argument? Falling asleep sandwiched between the twins. Calix, of all people, wrapped tightly against my back while Tobias proved his brother didn’t hold a monopoly on vocal talent.
I’d never had anyone support me through one of my panic attacks before.
While it felt like an eternity passed while I was trapped in the darkness, I knew logically that they had reacted quickly.
Whenever I’d had the attacks in the past, I screamed until I was hoarse, and my muscles ached for days afterward from the effort to hold myself together.
Today, my voice was perfectly normal, and it was all thanks to one man who spent so much time running from his demons that he was rarely present in the moment, and another who thought I was the enemy.
I slid a look across the green room to where Calix and Toby sat chatting with a group of teen boys whose hero worship oozed from every inch of their bodies. Meanwhile, Harvey edged along the far wall, his eyes glued to their twenty-something chaperone.
These guys were like herding freaking cats. As soon as I got one sorted, the others were finding mischief to get into.
Checking Otis had eyes on the twins, I intercepted Harvey, giving my best no-nonsense glare.
“Don’t you dare.”
The chaperone glanced at us, and I gave her a smile.
Nothing to see here. We’re all friends. She dismissed us just as quickly, returning her attention to her own charges who were wriggling progressively closer to Calix as he tried to maintain his personal space with a plastic smile. Harvey shifted beside me.
“Come on…I have the bluest balls right now. It’s life or death!”
I dug my nails into his forearm, ignoring the way the muscles tensed beneath my fingers.
“No.”
He gave an experimental tug, then sighed when I tightened my grip.
“I’ll be quick. They won’t even know she’s gone. You’re supposed to look after my needs, manager. I need to get off.”
I was tempted to point out that being quick wasn’t anything to brag about, but he had a point about looking after him.
The bathroom door was directly beside Harvey, and as I hesitated, his face lit up.
This was a terrible idea. If I let him keep getting away with railing everyone who crossed his path, he’d end up with a venereal disease.
Or an assault charge. Or an illegitimate child.
Fuck. Me.
Before I had a chance to rethink my decision, I grabbed a handful of his shirt and dragged him into the bathroom, double checking the door locked behind me before I tackled his belt buckle.
“What are you doing?” His voice had a tinge of confusion in it, but his smirk was pure approval.
“Sucking your stupid dick. Now shut the hell up. It’s my job to keep you out of trouble.”
He hummed, squeezing his growing erection as I pushed his tight jeans down over his ass.
“This is a fucking brilliant idea.”
“No talking.”
He snorted, widening his stance as much as he could with his pants around his thighs as I sank to my knees. This was a fucking awful idea, but what else could I do?
His cock was a nice average size, bigger than Adam’s, but nowhere near the size of Calix or Tobias’s monsters…not that I’d seen Tobias erect. Did that make it worse?
It had a slight bend in it, and a thick, juicy vein that traced its way from his smooth, hairless sac right up to the bottom of his plump head. Considering the rumors about his predilection for anal, I had to admit it was a relief to know he wasn’t doing internal damage to the masses.
Harvey leaned his ass against the sink, a needy growl sneaking past his lips as I fisted his cock and gave a couple of experimental pumps.
“Please.”
“You don’t listen very well.”
I squeezed him hard on the downstroke, and he whimpered in response.
I ignored the swooping in my belly and drew my tongue up the length of his dick, tonguing the underside of his head while I reminded myself this was purely business.
A professional blow job to make my life easier in the long run.
I wasn’t going to enjoy getting the arrogant asshole off.
Maybe I could enjoy controlling him just a little, though.
I traced that juicy vein a few more times, letting his noises guide me as he became progressively more desperate for my mouth.
“You don’t come until I say so,” I growled, giving him a sweet smile as he turned into a bobblehead.
Who would have thought Harvey DeBeaux was submissive?
Relaxing my throat, I took him in until my nose pressed against his pelvis, working my tongue and throat around him while his knuckles whitened on the counter behind him.
His hips tipped, the urge to thrust taking over, and I pulled all the way off, giving him an admonishing look as I pumped him with my fist, using my spit as lube.
“You are not in control here, DeBeaux. If you need something, ask, and I’ll decide if you deserve it.”
“Fuck,” he breathed, his cock kicking in my hand.
“Is there something you need?”
“My…” He shook his head. “No. Just suck my dick like a good girl.”
Fucking asshole. I guess I couldn’t blame him for not trusting me to give him what he needed, but I sure as shit could for trying to take control.
Instead of doing what he asked, I dropped lower and sucked his smooth balls into my mouth, teasing his sensitive skin with my teeth in warning.
Pumping him with one hand, I moved the other to the sensitive skin behind his balls and massaged him with firm strokes.
When his hips bucked this time, I let him go, too curious to see how he’d react to more.
A noise came from his mouth that sounded like an aborted plea, and I rewarded his control by slurping his head back into my mouth, sliding that finger along the length of his taint, closer and closer to the place I suspected he really wanted it.
“If you want it, I’m going to have to hear you ask nicely,” I said, teasing the edge of his skin as precum wept from his slit. I lapped up the clear liquid while I waited patiently for him to decide what he wanted.
Just as I thought he’d concede, he tightened his jaw and set his gaze over my head.
Whatever.
I moved my hand away and doubled down on the sucking, waiting until his balls were high and tight to pull off once more.
“Come for me.”
I barely had time to get my lips around his head before he exploded in my mouth.
While he was still kicking out the last of his release, I stood and spat his cum into the sink. It seemed like a boundary that needed to be in place.
Cock sucking was business. Swallowing was an act of love.
I lifted my wrist to wipe the bitter aftertaste from my lips and gasped as he pulled me into a punishing kiss.
His tongue invaded my mouth, seeking out every last drop of what I’d caught from him.
It was dirty and hot, and I used all my skills to hide how I squeezed my thighs together in response to him.
His breath heaved out of him in pants as he broke away, eyes intense on mine as he ran his tongue slowly over his teeth.
“Fuck, I taste good on you.”
How the hell was I supposed to react to that?!
With a wink and an arrogant smirk I wanted to slap off his face, Harvey sauntered out of the bathroom. Bastard.
Ignoring my thundering heart, I checked my lipstick in the mirror and carefully wiped away the smears Harvey had left.
Crisis averted. At least I knew I wouldn’t spend half the night talking down another husband.
It might have been an unorthodox method for controlling a client, but if it was effective, then no harm, no foul.
Fuck, you’re a liar.
Giving my reflection a firm nod, I pulled open the door.
The impact was what I imagined a shortstop experienced catching a fastball from Gage Wilson as a hand collared my throat, pushing me back until I collided with the far wall.
“Did you fuck him?” Bright blue eyes narrowed on me, his hand tightening as I tried to get my bearings.
“Get out of my face, Calix.” I slapped at his hand, more annoyed by the contact than anything. Faster than I could track, he took both my hands in one of his and slammed my wrists above my head.
“Don’t touch me. Now answer the question.”
I stood before him, pinned like a butterfly beneath his cold stare. My heart rate picked up, and I told myself it was anger. It had nothing to do with how close he stood or the way his hand fit so perfectly around my throat.
“Fuck. You,” I growled, testing his grip on my wrists and finding no give.
“I can smell him on your breath. Little Miss Not like other girls still got on her knees like a good slut. Tell me, Tater-tots, did you like it?”
His hand slid from my throat, down between my breasts, over my stomach and came to rest on the waistband of my jeans.
“Are you disappointed he didn’t return the favor?” he asked, his fingers sliding over the sensitive skin of my lower belly.
My face heated, and I let out a small growl, trying to pull my hips away from his wandering fingers. I had nowhere to go. I was trapped.
“Don’t touch me.”
He paused, his fingers poised at the top of my waistband. Leaning in, he dropped his mouth to my ear, and I tried to suppress a shiver at the scrape of his stubble on my cheek.
“Your safe word is Calix is my god.”
“That’s a sentence, not a—” I cut off with a gasp as he thrust his hand into my jeans, dragging his fingers through my folds before he held them in front of my face, unflinching as my arousal dripped obscenely over his palm.
“Is this for him? Or me?”
He swiped his fingers across my mouth, painting my lips until they were slick with my wetness.
“Are you going to use your safe word?” His tongue flicked out and swiped at his bottom lip as he eyed my mouth.
“I’m not saying that,” I growled, even as I subtly squeezed my thighs together. I did not find this overbearing asshole attractive. I didn’t. It was a matter of willpower.
Calix hummed and popped the button on my jeans.
“I guess I’ll have to settle for you screaming my name, then.”
With his eyes locked on mine, he slid his hand into my panties and thrust two thick fingers inside me.
I gasped at the sudden intrusion, shuddering as a wave of pleasure traveled up my spine.
“Fuck, Tater-tots. You’re strangling my fingers.” Calix pressed his forehead to mine as he pumped his fingers into me in leisurely strokes. His breath feathered over my sticky lips, and I froze, torn between awe at being so close to him and outrage at his lack of boundaries.
A moment later, he seemed to come back to himself as he increased the pace of his thrusts, pressing his palm hard against my clit.
“Is this what you hoped to get from that selfish fuck? You thought you’d be different from every other pussy that comes across his path? You’re not. You’re just like every other hole.”
I struggled against his grip, pissed off all over again at his words, and even more so as my body coiled tighter, ready for release. I wasn’t a masochist.
“You can fuck all the way off. Let go of me.”
“Not yet,” he growled, licking a line from my shoulder to below my ear.
I whimpered, unable to stop myself as his punishing pace pushed me right to the edge of sanity.
“Scream my name.” He sucked the tender flesh beneath my ear into his mouth and bit down hard.
I meant to tell him no, but as my orgasm crashed over me, his name echoed around the small space. Calix’s grip on my wrists was all that kept me on my feet as my muscles turned to Jell-O, and my sight blacked out.
The sound of water was the first thing I registered as my mind slowly came back online, and I found myself slumped against the wall, my jeans still wide open.
Calix stood at the sink, methodically soaping his hands.
Licking my lips, I grimaced at the taste of what he’d left behind. In the moment, it had been hot, but as he carefully patted his hands dry, passion was replaced by a far easier emotion.
“What the fuck was that?” I demanded, stepping in toward him.
“Straighten your clothes. You’re a mess.” His eyes tracked over me once, a sneer lifting his lip, before he turned and left me alone, more confused than ever.
Fucking. Asshole.