Backstage Pass

Chapter 5

What had she been thinking?

It had felt good. That’s all she’d been thinking. And this felt really good, too. His thumbs kneaded the muscles at the base of her skull, while his fingers massaged the top and sides of her head and his pinkies rubbed her temples. His large, strong hands and thin fingers hit her in all the right places.

“Mmmm,” she murmured.

Her hands drifted away from her breasts, down her belly to her c**t. She wasn’t sure how she could be horny again, but Eric’s fingers on her scalp and Brian’s music had her in a state again. She stroked her c**t persistently, thinking of Brian’s fingers moving over his fret board in the other room.

Her breath caught in the back of her throat as the first ripples of pleasure gripped her.

“You know I like to watch, don’t you?” Eric said into her ear.

She sat up with an awkward splash. Had she really been leaning against Eric and m**********g? What was wrong with her? These guys. These rock stars had her behaving in a totally uncharacteristic manner. No sale, Myrna. You were born a w***e. You live as a w***e and you’ll die a w***e.

She ducked her head under water to rinse the shampoo out of her hair and drown Jeremy’s words. When she emerged, she moved to the far side of the tub, avoiding Eric’s heavy gaze.

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” he said. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. Please, continue.”

“I’m ashamed.”

“Why?”

Unwilling to share her turmoil, she shook her head. “Do you really like to watch?”

“I’d rather watch than fuck.” He rinsed the shampoo from his hands in the water. “Sed lets me watch him do chicks all the time. That’s the first time Brian’s let me watch. I never realized what a stud he is. I mean… Damn.”

Myrna flushed, but nodded.

“Is Sed a stud, too?” she asked. Why had she asked that? She didn’t want to know. Okay, she kinda wanted to know.

Eric laughed. “Is Sed a stud?” He scratched his head. “I’ve seen him do four girls at once and have them all begging for more.”

“Four girls? How is that even possible?”

“One on each hand. One on his face. One riding him like a mechanical bull.”

Myrna’s eyes widened. “And you just watched? Didn’t participate?”

“I wore a blister on my hand from stroking myself.”

“Seriously?”

“No, not seriously. They invited me in after Sed passed out.”

“So you got his leftovers?”

“I guess you could call it that, but I honestly had more fun watching Sed make them scream.”

“Interesting. And Brian never let you watch before today?”

Eric shook his head. “He’s a very private person.”

Myrna nodded slightly. She could see that. “What about the other guys?”

Eric grinned. “Why do you want to know?”

She shrugged. “Research.”

“Research?”

“I’m a human sexuality professor. Remember?”

“That would explain your knowledge. What did your fingers do in Brian’s ass? I thought he was going to blow off the back of your head when he came. And came. And came. I didn’t think it was possible for a guy to come that long. That wasn’t some regular ass probe. You did something in there, didn’t you?”

She winked at him. “That’s my secret.” And yes, that did explain her knowledge. Eric understood and she scarcely knew him. She’d been married to Jeremy for three years and anytime she wanted to try something new, he’d been certain she was cheating on him.

“Will you show me your secret?” He leaned forward in the tub.

She laughed. “You wish.”

“Damn straight.”

“I can’t, Eric. I promised not to hurt Brian.”

Eric scowled. “You did what?”

“Trey made me promise not to hurt him.”

“Well, you’ll never be able to keep that promise, Myr, so you might as well break it with me right now.”

She shook her head at him, smiling. “I’m not going to stick my fingers up your ass.”

He sighed. “That figures. Will you let me watch you masturbate though?”

“I’m not really in the mood.”

“Even with the sound of Brian’s solo coming through the wall? He wrote that when he was ramming his c**k into you. I saw it.”

She squeezed her thighs together at the memory. Eric was right. Brian had written that wonderful, poetic solo while he’d been making love to her. She leaned back against the far edge of the tub, the warm Jacuzzi jets against her back. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of Brian’s guitar as if he played just for her. Someday soon, thousands of fans would hear, and love, that beautiful string of notes, and have no idea how it had been created. She let the music carry her back to his lovemaking as he played the same string of notes over and over and over again. With each repeat, the piece sounded more masterful. As his fingers found each note, she imagined his c**k inside her, filling her, withdrawing, filling her. Her hand moved between her legs. She sighed. How could she want him again already?

But want him she did.

She stood, water pouring from her body as she stepped from the tub. Eric banged the side of his head against the wall repeatedly as he watched her leave the bathroom. Naked.

Dripping water through the hotel room, she sought Brian. Caught up in his music, he didn’t notice her at first, but his band members, who sat around the dining table watching him play, did.

Trey pulled the sucker out of his mouth. “Um, Myrna,” he said. “You seem to be naked.”

“Everybody get out,” she demanded.

Brian’s guitar screeched as he quit playing mid-solo. His eyes widened in surprise.

“Except you,” she said to Brian. “You stay.”

The other three men grumbled, but obeyed her and left the room.

“Why are you walking around in front of my band naked?” Brian asked, his jaw tense with anger.

“I was listening to you play,” she said, “and it made me want you so badly. I considered getting myself off, but I’d rather—”

He grinned. “My playing made you touch yourself?”

She lowered her gaze. “Will you play for me?”

“If you show me what my playing does to you.”

Myrna pushed the remaining breakfast dishes to the far end of the table. She then sat on the edge of the table in front of Brian, turned a chair sideways and rested her feet on the seat. “If you promise to make love to me when you’re done playing.”

He didn’t promise, but he did strike the first note of his guitar solo. She spread her thighs wide, knowing he had an unfettered view of everything between her legs. It made her hotter for him. She wanted him to see. She leaned back on one elbow and slid three fingers inside herself, her fluids dripping over the back of her hand as she plunged them deep and withdrew them, plunged them inside. She withdrew them again and shifted one finger to her ass, filling both holes with a groan. She fell back on the table, freeing her other hand to rub her c**t. Brian’s solo was building, his fingers moving over the notes faster and faster as she stroked herself toward orgasm.

“Brian,” she gasped. “Brian!”

His solo stopped and his guitar landed somewhere on the floor with a clang. He tossed the chair aside and struggled with the fly of his pants. When his c**k sprang free, he pushed her hands aside and plunged into her.

She lifted her head to look at him and then dropped it back onto the table with a bang as her back arched in pleasure.

“Good God, woman. What are you doing to me?” he groaned. He f****d her harder than ever, cursing under his breath as if she’d made him angry. He shifted her hips off the table slightly, which gave him the leverage to slam into her even harder. It hurt so good. His balls slapped against her ass with each penetrating thrust, teasing her into wanting something a little dirtier.

“We eat on that table, you know,” someone yelled from the other room.

Brian paused in mid-thrust. She looked up at him. His face was red with exertion. Hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. Mmm. Gorgeous man.

“Trey has a point,” he said.

He pulled out and Myrna groaned in protest. He dropped to his knees between her legs and plunged his tongue inside her. He gripped her thighs as he ate her out. Sucking, biting, licking, probing her cunt, her ass, her cunt again with his tongue. She couldn’t keep track of his chaotic motions, could only focus on the excitement and pleasure it drew from her trembling body. When his mouth shifted to her c**t, she cried out with release. “God, yes, Brian. Yes! Yes!” Her juices dripped down the crack of her ass. He lapped up every drop.

“What are you doing to her?” someone called from the other room.

“He’s eating,” Myrna yelled. “Don’t bother him.”

There was a smattering of laughter from beyond the dining room. Brian stood up and smiled down at her crookedly. His lips were wet and swollen. She rose up to kiss him. The taste of her fluids on his lips made her belly quiver. She grabbed his c**k and guided it inside her body, shifting forward to force him deeper. He thrust into her gently but not deeply enough to do anything but drive her mad with anticipation. He kissed her deeply though, his tongue mingling with hers.

He pulled away and looked down at her, his eyes glazed with passion.

“Brian,” she whispered. “Will you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

“f**k me in the ass.”

“You like anal? I’m not very good at—”

She covered his lips with her fingertips. “I’ve never tried it. I want to try different things with you. Is that okay?”

He made a sound of amusement against her fingertips. “I’m game for anything, sweetheart.”

Her mind began to flip through all the dirty fantasies she had, but had never been able to fulfill. “Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Just this for now. Will it hurt?”

“It might. I’m not really built for it, you know?”

“You are huge.” She trailed her fingers over his bare chest. She’d been craving pleasurable pain from him all day. Why hesitate? “But I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you to hurt me.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Seriously?”

“Yes.” She pushed him away, her heart pounding with excitement and a little fear. She turned around and bent over the table, using her hands to spread her ass cheeks. He lowered his head and licked her hole, wetting it with as much saliva as he could. When he stopped, she looked at him over her shoulder. He tore open a condom from his pants pocket, applied it and stood behind her. She forced herself to relax, waiting in anticipation for his huge c**k to fill her forbidden hole. He rubbed the head of his c**k over the puckered flesh and gently pressed forward. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out. Surely his p***s had enlarged three times its normal size. She grunted as he pressed deeper. She released her ass cheeks and reached her arms in front of her, her fingertips digging into the hard smooth table surface.

“Ow,” she gasped.

“I’ll stop,” he said.

“No, don’t stop. We just need—”

A tube slid across the table toward her and she caught it. “Lubrication,” she said gratefully.

“Dude, so not cool. Lube is always needed for backdoor entry.” Trey stuck his sucker back in his mouth and left the room.

“Thank you, Trey,” Myrna called.

She handed the tube to Brian and waited while he applied it to his c**k and used his fingers to spread it inside her. “Does it bother you that they’re out there listening to everything we’re doing?” Brian asked.

Them being there made her feel that much dirtier. She didn’t want to pretend to be pure. Jeremy had always expected that of her and she hated everything about that man. “If it bothered me, I’d have taken you into a room with a door.”

He chuckled. “I do think I’m in love with you.”

She tensed. No, don’t say that. He pressed deeper. “Ah, God,” she gasped, squeezing her eyes tightly closed. She couldn’t take any more. It burned. Deeper. She bit her lip, tears streaming down her face, the pressure inside her painful and thrilling at the same time.

“Are you sure about this?” Brian asked.

She wasn’t. It hurt pretty badly, even with the lube, but she nodded, several tears splashing down onto the table in front of her. He started to withdraw and the pain was instantly replaced by blinding pleasure. “Mmmmm,” she purred.

He pressed forward again. Even deeper this time. The pain receded to a heavy fullness. Not pleasurable exactly. Strange. He backed away. A feeling of relief. Definitely pleasurable.

“It feels so good when you pull out,” she gasped. But to pull out, he had to slide in.

He pressed forward again. The pain of his penetration blended with the pleasure of his withdraw. She gasped and shifted her legs further apart to give him better access.

“That’s it, baby.” He took her slowly for a few more strokes, allowing her body to adjust to his size, and when she was able to take him completely without whimpering, he leaned over her and rested his fists on the table. His strokes increased in speed and her p***y ached for its neglect as his balls bounced against her throbbing labia and c**t. He f****d her harder now, the pain intense, but the pleasure ten times sweeter. She sobbed from the excitement of it.

“Are you crying?” He paused and leaned over her shoulder to look at her.

She hid her face in her hands. “Don’t stop now,” she pleaded, her voice hitching.

“You are crying.”

“I like it, Brian. Don’t stop. Do it hard. Please. Hurt me. I’m so dirty. I’m so f*****g dirty. Punish me.”

He dropped a tender kiss on her shoulder. “You’re not dirty, sweetheart. You’re beautiful. Tell me when you’ve had enough.”

He slowed his strokes, not backing off on how deep he took her, just how quickly. Her thighs quivered. Slow was better. She could take this languid pain without sobbing.

“This feels nice, Myr, but I don’t hear music.” He reached around her and stroked her c**t until she sputtered with an orgasm that left her entirely disoriented. He pulled out. “I know you crave pain because I made you feel like a whore.”

How did he know that? She lifted her body from the table and turned to look at him. She opened her mouth to protest. He covered her lips with his fingers.

“That voyeuristic stuff was hot, Myrna, but I’d rather treasure you. I don’t think you understand how beautiful you are. How amazing your lack of inhibition is. How wonderful…” He seemed to realize he’d said too much.

Her heart twanged. Sweet s*x god. “Thank you,” she whispered.

He kissed her cheek, and stripped himself of the condom before forcing his hard c**k back into his pants. He handed her the towel he’d worn out of the bathroom.

“And it might not bother you to run around naked in front of my band mates, but I don’t like it.”

She nodded and wrapped the towel around her body.

“Let’s go find a room with a door. And we’ll try something different, if you like.”

“I would like that, if you’re willing to indulge me.”

“I’m the one who’s being indulged here.” He grinned, took her hand and led her from the dining room toward one of the two bedrooms in the suite.

Sed glanced up from the TV to watch them pass. “You two done so soon?”

“Just getting started,” Brian said.

Brian led Myrna to the bedroom and closed the door. She looked up at him expectantly in the limited light spilling between the heavy drapes. He smiled, cupping her cheek and running his thumb over her cheekbone. This woman. This beautiful, intelligent, witty, fun, sexy woman. How could he not fall for her? He knew she’d crush his heart like a bug and didn’t care. He wondered if she had marathon s*x with every lover she’d taken. She was certainly eager and skilled. He didn’t dare ask her. He didn’t want to know that he wasn’t special. Wanted to believe that he was the first, the only man with whom she’d experienced this level of passion. He could pretend. And he could indulge. If new experiences were what she wanted, he’d do his damnedest to give them to her.

She laid a gentle hand on his bare belly and he tensed. He was still rock hard, but he wanted to go slow with her this time, not lose himself in mindless f*****g. Not that mindless f*****g was bad. It was spectacular, and she was so open to it. It blew his mind. She deserved to be treasured though and he would take the time to make her feel beautiful, as he’d promised.

He should have never let Eric watch. He knew that’s why she was feeling dirty. When that solo had come to him, he hadn’t been thinking about how his total disregard for her feelings would affect her.

He bent his head to kiss her eyelids. Her cheeks. The tip of her nose. Even though she offered her beguiling mouth, he refused her lips. Not yet. But her jaw, yes, he kissed her there, and her neck just beneath her ear. Her pulse drummed just beneath his lips.

She sighed and buried her fingers in his hair, tilting her head to the side to allow him easy access. Her skin was damp and cool. He used his mouth to warm a trail down the side of her neck.

She shuddered.

“Are you cold?” he whispered, drawing her toward the bed and warm covers.

“I’m on fire.”

He grinned. She was always on fire. And he willingly dove in, knowing he’d get burned. Perhaps that was part of the attraction.

He lifted her and laid her down on the bed, leaving her most beguiling parts covered with the towel. He’d get to those parts eventually, but he wanted to start where she wouldn’t expect it. He knelt on the end of the bed, lifted her leg, and took her dainty foot in his hands, massaging the instep with his thumbs. He rested her heel against his shoulder and kissed her ankle, her calf, and the back of her knee. She sighed. His tongue darted over the sensitive skin there, tracing chaotic patterns behind her knee.

He could almost see the sweet well between her thighs. The shadow of the towel was the only thing keeping her secrets from view. His c**k throbbed with need. His balls ached. He’d already exploded several times today. How could his body crave more already? He wasn’t usually this randy. Why her?

Why not?

He brushed the towel aside. He just wanted a peek. A mistake. He didn’t want to start rutting on her like a horny teen, but the lovely vision of her slightly parted pink lips, opening to parts that begged to be filled, had him reaching for the fly of his jeans. He released the buttons and freed The Beast from his pants, grabbing it firmly with one hand to try to keep it under control.

She chuckled and he glanced up at her, his tongue still darting over the skin behind her knee. She was watching him. He lifted his head. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing. I know what you’re thinking, is all.”

“What am I thinking?”

“That there’s a silky hole in your line of sight that needs filling, but you promised to make me feel beautiful, so you’re going to hold off as long as possible.”

He smiled and released his c**k to slide a finger inside her. Her slick flesh swallowed his finger in liquid heat. “This silky hole?”

He loved the look of his finger buried inside her and was unwilling to remove it.

“That’s the hole I was thinking of. Is that the one you were thinking of?”

He moved his other hand from her foot,and probed her ass with another finger. “There’s this one, too.”

She squirmed. “Do you prefer that one?”

“I greatly prefer the former, actually.”

“So do I. And now I know for sure, thanks to you.”

He removed the tip of his finger from her ass and slid a second finger into her p***y. Yeah, that looked even better. His thumb rubbed over the hood of her c**t. Her body jerked.

“I’m sorry to be so predictable,” he murmured. “I really did bring you in here to smother you with affection.”

“I’d rather you submit to what you really want to do.”

Withdrawing his fingers slightly, he pressed them inside her again, absorbed by the appeal of watching. Deciding he’d much rather watch his c**k ramming into her, he glanced around the well-decorated room. The long dresser was about hip high. He slid from the end of the bed, stood up, and applied the last condom from his pocket. Waiting was no longer an option. He leaned over the bed, gripped her soft ass and dragged her toward him.

She gasped in surprise when he picked her up and turned to sit her on top of the dresser.

“Here?” she asked.

“I want to watch,” he murmured. “Have you ever done it like this?”

She shook her head, kissed his forehead and perched on the edge of the dresser, spreading her legs wide to give him an unfettered view. He had to possess her. Right then. No more waiting.

He grabbed his c**k and inserted it into her beckoning warmth. He sighed as he slid deep, his eyes focused on the action between their bodies. The vision of his c**k buried inside her, matched with the feel of her warmth gripping him, caused his stomach to clench with need. Her forehead rested on his shoulder so she could watch, too.

He let the urgency carry his rhythm, sliding in and out of her faster and faster. Watching the ebb and flow of her flesh as it accepted his so perfectly. He rocked on the balls of his feet so he could take her hard. Ground his c**k deep so she’d make that pleading, mewing sound in the back of her throat. He didn’t know if she even realized she made it, but it drove him crazy.

And then, he heard it again.

The music.

He tried to ignore it, only wanting to concentrate on the sight of his c**k disappearing into Myrna’s tight body. Feel her warmth around him and the slightly painful dig of her fingertips into his upper arms. Smell her skin, her sweat, her s*x. Hear nothing but those maddening little sounds she made. Taste her lips. He placed a finger under her chin and claimed her mouth, plunging his tongue into her mouth. So sweet.

The series of chords repeated in his head.

He tore his mouth from hers and looked down into her eyes. “Say my name,” he whispered.

“Brian.”

He could still hear the music. “Louder.”

“Brian.”

Not loud enough. He’d make her scream it. Her cries would drown out the music.

He picked her up off the dresser, still impaled by his c**k, and carried her to the bed. He tumbled onto the bed with her, driving himself deep. Her back arched and she made that sound that grabbed him by the balls. He pounded into her, ground against her c**t, and then withdrew completely. She cried out in protest.

“What do you want, baby?” he whispered into her ear. “Tell me.”

“Your c**k. Take me hard, Brian. Please.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t hear you. What do you want me to do?”

“Hard! f**k me hard, Brian!”

Yeah, that’s it. He could barely hear the riff now. He slid into her body slowly. “Like this?”

“Harder!”

He slid out slowly. “You want me to pull out?”

She slapped him hard across the face. He flinched, his cheek stinging. He was too stunned to respond at first. She grabbed a handful of his hair.

“I said to f**k me! Did you hear that?”

Oh, he’d heard her. He’d f**k her until she begged him to stop.

He took her hard, fast and deep. She was screaming his name now, “Yes, Brian. Yes!” but it was no use. The music consumed him. Her body convulsed beneath him, the muscles inside her tightening around his c**k in hard spasms. He leaned away from her enough to find her c**t with his fingertips. He stroked her persistently as she came, her p***y sucking at his c**k in a maddening fashion. The chords playing through his mind sucked at him almost as maddeningly.

“Brian, you’ve got to stop,” she panted. “Please, I can’t take any more.”

He moved his hand away and she relaxed slightly. He grinned wickedly and stroked her c**t again. Harder and faster this time, as he continued to drive his c**k into her. Her entire body shook uncontrollably.

“Oh God. Oh God!”

“Yes?” He bit her earlobe. “I’m going to keep you here, coming repeatedly, until I let go. Is that okay with you?”

He stopped moving his fingers so she could think well enough to respond.

“Please, stop,” she gasped. “Oh. Oh. Don’t stop. Never stop. Never.” She shuddered violently again. “Oh God, you have to stop.”

He paused, letting her catch her breath.

“There’s got to be a compromise in there somewhere.” His fingers stroked her mercilessly again.

The solo struck him as her p***y clenched around him in another orgasm and she writhed beneath him in ecstasy. Damn. He couldn’t pretend to ignore the music anymore.

“You’re not going to believe this,” he murmured.

She blinked at him as if he’d asked her to define the meaning of life, and then she seemed to drift back to her senses. “You’re hearing music again?”

“Yeah. And… it’s a ballad.”

“You need to slow down?”

“Unfortunately.”

“I think I can tolerate it, if you can.” She chuckled tiredly, her body limp beneath him.