Backstage Pass

Chapter 4

“Knock it off, Sed. I’m not playing,” Brian said.

Sed released Myrna, who tumbled to the floor. “I’m just teasing her. I’m not after your chick, dude.”

“Bullshit,” Brian said. “You’re after every guy’s chick. Especially mine.”

Sed sat up and shoved Brian. “Get off me.”

Brian let go of Sed’s leg and lifted his fist to pound him. Myrna jumped to her feet and stepped between them, cringing as she waited for the blow of Brian’s fist to connect. It never did.

“Please, don’t fight,” she said. She laid the palms of her hands on Brian’s chest. He lowered his fist and she smiled up at him in relief. “Thank you.” She leaned close, his guitar digging into her belly. “I only want you, Brian.” She kissed the spot just beneath his ear, her fingers curling into his hard chest. “Only you. Trust me, okay?”

His hands stole around her back to draw her closer. She caught Trey’s grin of approval out of the corner of her eye.

“Breakfast!” Eric called.

A hotel worker, looking frazzled and overwhelmed, pushed a cart into the room. Eric moved around him and sat at the table with a drumstick in each hand. He pounded his fists on the table. “Let’s eat. Let’s eat.”

Sed rolled off the table and sat in a chair. A muscle in his jaw flexed, but he didn’t say anything. The hotel worker began to unload the cart, spreading a veritable feast across the table.

Eric lifted lids off plates of food and tossed the covers back on the cart. About half of them hit his target, the rest clattered across the floor. “Mine!” he declared when he found a fluffy omelet smothered in jalapeno peppers.

Sed reached for his plate of eggs over medium and ham. The three guitarists removed their instruments before joining the rest of the band at the table. Myrna wasn’t sure what to do. They hadn’t asked her what she wanted, so she didn’t want to steal someone else’s food. Not that there was a shortage. They’d ordered more than enough for fifteen people.

“I didn’t know what you’d want,” Brian explained, “so I ordered a bunch of stuff.”

She smiled. Sweet s*x god. Yep, that was Brian. He handed the now doubly frazzled hotel worker a tip and then sat at the head of the table, pulling Myrna onto his lap.

“Oh puke,” Trey said, grinning. “Don’t get all lovey-dovey in front of us.”

Brian flipped him off and then tugged a bowl of fruit, a plate of scrambled eggs, pancakes, biscuits and bacon towards them.

“What’s your pleasure?” he asked.

Being this close to him had stolen her appetite for food. A different sort of appetite had awakened. She leaned close to his ear. “Your cock.”

His hand slid under her robe and up her thigh. She tensed.

“That’s the second course,” he whispered.

“I guess I can wait a few minutes. So long as you promise me dessert, too.”

His fingers slid under the elastic band of her panties and brushed one swollen labium. Her body shuddered.

“That’s a promise.”

When he moved his hand above the table to start eating, she relaxed.

She settled for nibbling on chunks of melon while Brian polished off a plate of scrambled eggs drenched with ketchup and several pieces of bacon, also drenched with ketchup. She poured him a glass of orange juice and insisted he drink it all.

“Sickening,” Trey said, still grinning. “Will you look at them? All domestic-y.”

“He needs his strength,” Myrna said, glancing at Trey who sat to her right eating his pancakes smothered in syrup and his sausage, also smothered in syrup. She popped a piece of melon in Brian’s mouth. “I’m horny.”

Eric proceeded to bang his head repeatedly on the table.

Sed laughed. “And you’re wasting your time with Sinclair?”

“Trust me, he’s no waste of time. Guitar isn’t his only talent.”

Brian squeezed her thigh in appreciation. She wondered how much s**t he took from these guys for being a romantic.

His nose brushed against her neck. “I’m full now.”

Her belly tightened with need. “Good, because my panties can’t get any more saturated.”

“f**k. f**k. Fuck.” Eric punctuated his head banging against the table with curses.

“Bath?” Brian asked, looking up at her.

She cupped his cheek and leaned her forehead against his. “It’ll wash off your song.”

“We’ve got that one on paper. I’m hoping I’ll need a blank slate to write a new one.”

She smiled. “I didn’t think of that.”

She slid from his lap and secured her robe before heading toward the bathroom. As she walked past Sed, she heard him say, “I hope the groupies are ready for a good, hard f**k tonight. Goddamn, the pheromones are thick in here. I’ve got a proximity hard-on.”

“Brian gets all the good p***y,” Eric moped.

Brian laughed and slapped Eric on the back as he followed Myrna to the bathroom. She entered the large room, delighted by the Jacuzzi tub in the corner. “Nice.”

Brian closed the door and pulled her back against his belly. He released the sash of her robe and pushed the fabric aside. Her breasts ached as he massaged them with the palms of his hands and her breath quickened as he suckled the side of her neck.

“Are you really horny or did you just want to get away from the guys?” he asked.

She drew his hand to the moist heat between her thighs. “What do you think?”

His fingers stroked her through pink lace. He turned her body to face the wall. Her eyes flipped open lazily and she caught her reflection in the mirror. Their eyes met over her shoulder in the reflective glass. So he wanted to watch her when he made her come. He didn’t have to wait long. His fingers stroked faster. Faster. Faster. Her eyes slid closed, her mouth fell open, and she leaned her head back against his shoulder as ripples of pleasure shook her core. She cried out, clutching his thighs for support.

He rubbed the tip of his nose against the rim of her ear. “You’re so sexy, Myr. This time I’m going to hold you first. I don’t want to get carried away and miss out again.”

He released her and moved to the bathtub, turning the taps and testing the water with his fingers. His wonderful, mesmerizing fingers. Watching him play had worked her up more than she’d realized. She moved behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, unfastening his belt and the fly of his jeans. She rearranged his boxers until his half-hard c**k sprang free. She took it in her hand, stroking its smooth length gently.

He caught her hand. “Wait. I don’t even have my boots off yet.”

“Your point?”

His point is you’re being a w***e again, Myrna. Jeremy’s voice sent delight spiraling out of reach. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly.

Brian turned and peeled her robe from her shoulders, leaving it in a puddle on the tile floor. She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Something wrong?” His thumb brushed her cheek and she opened her eyes to look at him.

“No.” She forced a smile and put her hands on her hips, eyeing his state of dress with disdain. “How is this fair?” she asked.

He stripped himself naked in seconds. His gaze slowly drifted down to her pink lace panties. “How is this fair?” he countered.

She peeled her panties down her thighs and removed them. She looped a finger in the elastic band and shot them at his face like a slingshot. He caught them, drew them to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Can I keep these?”

“If you like.”

He bent and tucked her panties into his pants pocket. He then climbed the stairs to the tub, stepped into the water, and extended a hand in her direction. She took his hand and climbed into the tub with him, standing before him. Staring up at him, she traced the angled contours of his face with her gaze—strong jaw, pointed chin, sharp cheekbones. Eventually, her eyes settled on the upper curve of his beguiling lips. He lowered his head and kissed her passionately—lips, tongue and teeth all caressing her mouth. The water rose up their calves as his kiss continued. When he drew away, he gazed down at her.

“You’d better turn off the water,” she said.

He turned off the taps and sank into the water’s warm depths, holding his arms out in invitation. She sat between his thighs, leaning back against his chest. The Jacuzzi jets startled her.

“Feels good.” He leaned his head back against the edge of the deep tub and sighed.

Myrna hadn’t joined him here to relax, but she couldn’t argue. It did feel good. It felt even better when he began to rub a tiny bar of soap over her chest and belly. Though his touch wasn’t meant to entice, she was panting with need in moments.

“So do you live nearby?” he asked nonchalantly.

“Um….” She didn’t really want to share personal information with him. This was a quick affair. Nothing more. “No, I’m just here for the conference. Which I’m missing, by the way.”

“If you’d rather go—”

“I didn’t say that.”

He set the soap aside, wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned the side of his head against hers. “Quiet is nice sometimes.”

She supposed his life would be consistently loud. So he wanted to talk quietly and cuddle. She shouldn’t complain. She could wait a of couple minutes.

“Do any of your tattoos mean anything special?” She trailed a finger down his hard-muscled arm and the intricate, colorful artwork there.

“Some of them.” He lifted his left arm out of the water and showed her an elaborate display of bloody roses around the name Kara on the inside of his forearm.

“Old girlfriend?” she asked, tracing the letter K with her fingertip.

“My little sister. She died in a car accident when she was sixteen.”

Myrna glanced up at him, noting the raw pain on his face. “I’m sorry, Brian. That’s horrible.”

“It happened almost ten years ago. You’d think I’d be able to bury it by now.”

“She was your little sister. You thought you could always protect her.”

He smiled slightly. “How did you know that?”

She shrugged, not wanting to slip back into psychology professor mode again.

“Do you have siblings?” he asked.

“Two younger sisters. Both pains in my ass.”

“Kara was a pain in the ass, too.” He chuckled. “I still miss her.”

Did he always wear his heart on his sleeve? He must. Even when naked.

“So if you’re not from Chicago,” he said, “where are you from?”

“Missouri.”

“Saint Louis?”

“Does it matter?”

“You have no interest in getting to know me, do you?”

She’d promised Trey she wouldn’t hurt him. She just wished it were harder to do. She knew this relationship could never resemble something significant. He was a rock star on tour. She was a professor with a demanding career. They just didn’t… fit.

“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.

Myrna watched Eric tuck his slack c**k into his pants and button his fly. He sat in the water in his jeans and beckoned her closer. She didn’t trust him and, now that she was no longer delirious with pleasure, she was embarrassed that he’d seen her with Brian. She covered her breasts with her hands and sank deeper into the water.

“I can wash it out,” she said, avoiding his self-satisfied grin by focusing on the edge of the tub.

The sound of Brian’s guitar throbbed through the wall. Wow. This solo rocked more than the last one he’d composed while in her company.

“I’m not going to molest you, Myrna.” Eric chuckled. “Unless you want me to.”

She knew he’d just watched her get f****d, suck c**k, and ram her fingers up his friend’s ass, but she couldn’t relax.

“I’ll just wash your hair. I promise. Besides, I’m not even horny anymore. You’re perfectly safe.”

She did like to have her hair washed. A simple, soothing pleasure. One of her favorite luxuries. But Eric? She wasn’t sure she wanted him to indulge her.

Eric reached for a tiny bottle and dumped a healthy amount of shampoo in his outstretched palm.

Myrna leaned back in the tub, wetting her hair thoroughly, and then sat up. Not waiting for her to come closer to him, Eric moved behind her and massaged the shampoo into her scalp. His strong fingers worked the fragrant lather into her hair. She closed her eyes and relaxed, keeping her breasts covered with her hands. Eric’s hands felt fantastic. She stifled a groan of contentment.

The distant sounds of Brian’s sporadic solo drew her thoughts to their lovemaking session. Had she really allowed Eric to fondle her without protest? She hadn’t even considered stopping him.