BACKSTAGE PASS VI
2350 Words
“Country girl, originally. I went to college in Columbia, Missouri. Grad school in Saint Louis. I’m in Kansas City now.”
“So you’re not too far from home.”
“Where did you grow up?”
“L.A.”
She grinned. “Cliché.”
“They warned you that I was a romantic retard, didn’t they?”
She turned her head to glance up at him. “Huh?”
“Don’t play dumb. You don’t have to walk on eggshells, Myr. If I’m stupid enough to fall in love with you in twelve hours, I deserve to have my heart broken.”
“I don’t intend to break anyone’s heart.”
“I don’t think anyone intends to break hearts.” He paused. “Well, Sed, maybe. I’d just like a few minutes with something a little more permanent than a f*****g tour bus, you know?”
“I understand, but—”
“Even if I’m just pretending.”
“Brian, if I’m not careful, the person who is going to get their heart broken is me.”
“We could always try to make something out of this.”
“It’s just not pos—” He covered her mouth with one hand.
“Okay, don’t say it. Just let me pretend then.” He kissed her temple and moved his hand from her mouth to her breast. “I’ll get really drunk tomorrow to try to forget you.”
“Brian.”
“I’m kidding. If you want no strings, no strings you’ll get.”
She didn’t know if she believed him, but she felt a measure of relief. Her career was complicated enough. She didn’t have time for a serious relationship. Especially a long distance one that had no chance of success. And after Jeremy… She forced thoughts of her ex-husband out of her mind.
Brian lifted her from her comfortable position against his chest and set her in the middle of the tub. “I’ll scrub the ink off your back.” He reached for the tiny bar of soap.
She sat quietly, her knees drawn up to her chest, while he washed her back. The silence between them hung uncomfortably. She wondered how she could break the ice again. Was he mad at her? It was better to be honest with him, wasn’t it? But he said he wanted to pretend, so maybe he didn’t want honesty at all.
She glanced over her shoulder to find him smiling to himself. He didn’t look mad, more like amused.
“I wonder if I can get another twenty solos or so out of our time together,” he said.
“Twenty?” Her eyes widened. “But I’m leaving after your concert tonight.”
“So am I.”
She grinned. “We’d better get busy then.”
He laughed and placed an open-mouthed kiss on her shoulder. “I don’t think you’ve got it in you.”
She splashed water in his face. “Hey! You’re the one who wanted to cuddle.”
He chuckled. The cruelty behind his laugh caused a shiver to run down her spine.
“I’m done cuddling.”
He slid her body in front of the Jacuzzi jet and lifted her slightly so the water gushed down the crack of her ass and between her legs. She shuddered. She leaned back against the edge of the tub, her bent elbows resting on the rim to hold herself over the pulsating water. Brian moved between her legs and took his c**k in one hand. He rubbed its swollen head over her c**t and then gently probed her aching opening. She squirmed, wanting him to thrust into her quickly. The stimulation of the water and his gentle probing was more than she could take.
She opened her eyes and found him watching her. “Are you going to f**k me or not?”
He lunged forward, filling her in one deep thrust. “Is that what you want?”
She moaned, her head falling back. “Yes, yes, that’s what I want.”
He backed away and then thrust into her again, lifting her out of the water jet. She gasped when he withdrew slightly and her ass sank back into the pulsating water. Her body jerked.
He kissed her gently, his cruelty evaporating. “Do you like that?”
“I like everything you do to me, Brian.” She rubbed her nose against his.
He smiled lovingly.
“Everything except how you make me wait,” she added.
His lips brushed hers. “I won’t make you wait any longer.”
His buried himself inside of her and withdrew rhythmically now. His little gasps of pleasure gave her goose bumps. She looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, as he lost himself in the feel of her body and the constant shift of the Jacuzzi jet over their combined genitals. God, he was sexy.
The bathroom door opened. Myrna stiffened. Brian paused and looked over his shoulder.
“Don’t mind me.” Eric entered the room and closed the door. “I’ve gotta take a piss.”
Brian shrugged and thrust into Myrna again. As she was no longer relaxed, his c**k rammed into her cervix. “Ow,” she gasped.
He paused and looked down at her. “Did I hurt you?” He kissed her tenderly. “I’m sorry.”
She forced herself to relax, trying to ignore Eric who was standing at the toilet, flooding it with a steady stream of urine. Eric didn’t bother to pretend he wasn’t watching them. He openly gawked.
She looked into Brian’s eyes and smiled. “I’m fine.”
“Should I stop?”
“No.”
She expected him to wait until Eric had left, but he immediately started thrusting into her again, grinding into her now. She cried out as an orgasm caught her unexpectedly.
“Oh God, Brian. Yes!”
“I hear it again,” he whispered, thrusting harder and deeper. He hummed a new riff.
Was he really hearing music? She was seeing stars. He was so good.
“Eric,” he said. “Eric.”
She opened her eyes, surprised he was calling out the name of his drummer while he made love to her.
Eric moved to stand beside the tub, holding his crotch as if in pain. “Threesome, dude?” he asked hopefully.
Brian shook his head. “I need you to hold her. I’ve got to get deeper.”
“Deeper? Are you trying to bruise her liver?”
Myrna laughed.
“Just hold her, okay?”
“My pleasure.”
Eric sat on the edge of the tub behind Myrna with his feet in the water. With one leg on each side of her body, he used his knees to hold her hips still in the water. She gripped his shins and leaned back against his chest as Brian rammed into her deeper and deeper. The water slapped against her lower belly with each thrust.
“Awesome view,” Eric murmured into her ear.
She looked down. Beyond the peaks of her breasts, she could see Brian’s c**k thrusting into her. Hard. Thick. Glistening with moisture. In view one moment. Buried within her the next. Her mouth fell open. Something about Eric watching Brian’s c**k pounding into her made this more exciting. Shameful, but exciting. w***e.
“Damn, Brian, you are tearing it up,” Eric growled.
“Shut up, I’m trying to concentrate.”
Eric’s hardening c**k prodded Myrna in the back between her shoulder blades. Brian’s rhythm was apparently getting to him, too. Eric rocked against her back slightly with each of Brian’s thrusts. After a moment, Eric’s hands moved to cup her breasts. He plucked at her n*****s to Brian’s tempo until she thought she’d go insane.
Eric bent his head to whisper in her ear, probably afraid to interrupt Brian’s guitar solo writing. “Trey was right. You do have perfect tits.” He stroked the outer edge of her ear with his tongue, again using the same rhythm.
The beat consumed her. Brian’s deep thrusts. His hands, squeezing her ass rhythmically. Eric plucking at her n*****s, stroking her ear with his tongue. The water, sloshing against her belly and thighs. God, she was going to explode.
Her fingers dug into the wet jeans covering Eric’s shins and her head fell back against his shoulder as the first ripples of orgasm gripped her. “Oh.”
Eric reached down between her body and Brian’s. When his fingers found her aching c**t and flicked it, she exploded with a scream of ecstasy.
“God damn, this chick is hot,” Eric said.
“I’ve gotta come,” Brian murmured.
He pulled out and climbed to his feet, circling his c**k with his hand. Why had he pulled out? She noticed he wasn’t wearing a condom. She wasn’t going to let him waste his load though. She pulled away from Eric’s grasp, knelt before Brian and looked up at him.
“Let me suck you off,” she said. “Please.”
He smiled down at her. “Like I’m going to say no to that request.”
His hand stopped stroking his flesh and gently cupped her face. She leaned forward and took him deep into her throat, and then pulled back, sucking hard. His fingers clenched in her hair. If she hadn’t been so turned on by him, she might have protested, but the pain was stimulating. She wanted him to hurt her. He jerked her head back by her hair until just the head of his c**k was in her mouth. She understood what he wanted, and began to bob her head rapidly to stimulate the head. She was careful to keep her lips over her teeth so she didn’t scrape him while she sucked him vigorously, her lips bumping over the rim.
“Yeah, baby,” he gasped. “That’s it.”
The sound of Eric jerking off behind her distracted her for a moment. She paused. Brian yanked her hair again. Her n*****s grew taut in response. Yeah, treat me like your dirty w***e.
She moved her hand between her thighs and slid two fingers inside herself, withdrawing them slick with her juices. She then reached between Brian’s legs and slid two lubricated fingers up his ass.
He gasped in surprise, his body jerking. He didn’t ask her to stop. Instead, he widened his stance so her fingers could slide deeper. Most guys freaked out when she tried this. Jeremy had berated her for days—where did you learn that? Who have you been f*****g?—but Brian seemed to trust her. Or maybe he was kinkier than most. She searched for her target. He was close to coming. It shouldn’t be hard to locate.
She continued to give him head while her fingers probed inside him. Eric was still jerking off behind her, his rhythm matching hers. She twisted her fingers inside Brian and found what she was looking for. The little gland that secreted semen was swollen to bursting. When she pressed against it, Brian cried out as his seed spurted into her mouth unexpectedly. Well, unexpectedly to him. She’d known exactly what would happen. She swallowed his offering greedily, loving the salty taste of him.
“What the f**k?” Brian yelled. “God. Myrna. God.”
Even after he’d spent his load, she continued to rub the little gland. It pulsated against her fingers, prolonging his orgasm for more than a minute. His entire body shuddered and trembled.
“Oh God, Myrna, what are you doing to me? I can’t stop coming.” He put a hand on the wall for support.
She smiled around his c**k and removed her fingers from his ass, letting his orgasm dissipate.
Eric cried out behind her as he came over her back. Correction. Into her hair.
She released Brian’s c**k from her mouth and glared up at Eric. “Did you just come in my hair?”
“I’m sorry,” Eric said. “You’re just so hot, Myrna. I had to come on you. I couldn’t help it.”
“Do you know how hard it is to get c*m out of long hair?” She found the sticky mess on the side of her head with her hand. “Eww. Damn it, Eric.”
Brian cupped her face, and when she looked up at him, he kissed her with loving reverence. “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense in my entire life, Myrna. You’re amazing.”
She smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“That’s an understatement. I’ve never met a woman as uninhibited as you are.” She wasn’t usually like this. His lack of inhibition brought out something primal in her. He kissed her again and leaned away to stroke the tip of her nose with one finger. “I hate to leave you right now, but I’ve got to get this new solo down on paper. I hope you understand.”
“I think it’s awesome.” She meant it.
He stared at her for a moment, contemplating her with a serious expression. “Wanna go to Vegas and get married?”
Her heart stuttered to a stop and then started to race. Married? “Uh, no, actually. Not at all.”
He shrugged. “I had to ask.” He kissed her forehead.
Brian climbed from the tub and reached for a towel. He wrapped it around his slim hips, collected his pants from the floor and headed toward the door. He paused in the doorway, his gaze shifting to Eric, who was still in the tub with Myrna.
“Hey, Numbnuts. Keep your pants on around her or I’ll castrate you in your sleep. And wash your c*m out of her hair, you ass.”
Eric grinned. “My pleasure.”
Brian hesitated, and then left her alone in the bathroom. Naked. With Eric Sticks.
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