Memphis
Storm’s eyes widen in astonishment as he takes in the giant dick.
Or rather, the huge cake in the shape of a dick that we surprised him with for his birthday.
Beside him, Phoenix raises his glass in a toast. “Happy birthday to my oldest and dearest friend. He’s handsome. He’s arguably the best drummer of our generation. And he sucks in bed.”
“Don’t worry,” I cut in. “The cake’s vanilla. Just like you.”
Laughter fills the backstage area as our crew members take turns hugging Storm.
“Where’s Skylar?” Phoenix says between forkfuls of cake. “She’s missing all the fun.”
“I think she went back to the bus.”
The poor girl is exhausted thanks to being up all night wrangling Josh’s dumb ass.
I look over at the dumbass in question. Surprise, surprise. He’s partying.
And by partying? I mean, getting chummy with the strippers he hired for the birthday boy.
Storm glowers at our bassist. “That girl deserves a medal for babysitting his stupid ass all the time.”
I think she’d forgo a medal in exchange for someone catering to her for once.
I place my beer bottle on the table. “I’m gonna take a leak.”
I head in the direction of the greenroom, but the moment I’m out of eyesight I veer left toward the exit in the back, making a beeline for the bus.
Trekking past the kitchen, I find Skylar curled up in a ball on Josh’s bunk.
Fuck that.
The only place she should be sleeping is next to me.
She protests as I scoop her up. “Please, Josh. Just let me sleep for another minute.”
My lips brush her temple as I lay her on my bunk.
Climbing in after her, I close the curtain behind me. “Don’t worry. You’ll sleep like a baby after I’m done with you.”
Her eyes blink open in confusion. “Memphis?”
Grabbing her hips, I kiss my way down her body. “Lie back and relax. I got you.”
“What if someone comes in here?”
Tonguing her navel, I undo the drawstring on her shorts. “They won’t. Everyone’s busy celebrating with Storm.”
“Are you sure—”
“Positive,” I snap. “The only thing you should be thinking about right now is how hard I’m about to make you come.”
With that, I rip the flimsy fabric getting in the way of the thing I want most right now.
“Those were expensive.”
“I’ll buy you new ones.”
Better ones.
Ones he won’t ever touch or see her in.
A deep, needy moan fills my ears when I bury my face in her pussy, inhaling her scent and coating my lips and stubble with her wetness.
Peering up, I place her hands on the back of my head. “I want you to come on my face as many times as you can without dying. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” she breathes.
Shoving my face between her thighs, I slide my tongue inside her pussy.
“Fu—”
“Skylar?” Chandler calls out. “I brought you some cake.”
“Shit.”
She quickly pushes me away and partially opens the curtain, popping her head out of the small opening.
“Oh, hey, Chandler. That’s…so sweet of you.”
Sweet? I’ll show her sweet.
Undeterred, I kiss the inside of her thigh.
“It’s no cobbler,” he continues. “But hopefully it’s still enough of a sugar fix to satisfy you.”
Not nearly as much as my dick will satisfy her. Or my tongue.
As if on cue, her legs fall open and I drag my tongue along her drenched cunt.
“I do.” Her breath hitches. “I really, really do.”
“I know you’ve been running yourself more ragged than usual lately. Pulling double duty and all.”
“Yeah,” Skylar whispers. “It’s been hard.”
So. Fucking. Hard.
“If there’s ever anything I can do for you, please let me know.”
You can fucking leave.
“Aw, thank you, Chandler. You’re always so good to me.”
I bite the inside of her thigh.
“Asshole,” Sky hisses.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Not you,” she sputters. “You’re an angel.”
But only one of us can make her feel like she’s in heaven.
Pushing two fingers inside her, I curl them in a come-hither motion, stroking the spot that turns her into my very own fire hydrant.
“It’s been really great having you on tour,” Chandler continues.
Skylar lets out a breathy moan. “Yeah.”
“You’re such an asset to the team.”
Pumping my fingers at a steady pace, I suck her clit in tandem.
Sharp nails dig into the back of my scalp. “Uh-huh.”
“Everyone loves having you here.”
“That’s so good…” Her legs begin quivering. “To hear. So damn good…to hear.”
“Right. Well, I’ll run along now and stop bothering you.”
Her clit pulses like a drum. She’s so close.
I increase my suction between rapid flicks of my tongue and curved strokes of my fingers.
“Don’t,” Sky pants like she’s been trapped in the desert without a drop of water for days. “Don’t you dare stop…I mean leave.” That little bubble of tension inside her pops and she humps my face. “Fuck.”
That’s right, Sky. I’m the one who makes you feel this good.
And don’t you ever fucking forget it.
I continue licking and kissing her pussy through the aftershocks. Lapping up every drop of her cum.
“I guess we’re both finished here,” Chandler utters.
She tries to close her legs, but I’m not finished yet. “I’m sorry, Chandler. I don’t get much alone time. I was just partaking in a little…self-love.”
Self-love, my ass.
“I see.”
A moment later, I hear him stomp away and Skylar slinks down into the bunk, covering her face with her hands.
“Word of advice?” Chandler calls out.
Sky freezes. “Yeah?”
“You should probably get out of Memphis’s bunk before your boyfriend comes back.”
Those pretty hazel eyes zero in on me. “Sure thing.”