Rubbed Raw (11 page)

“This could be interesting,” Giovanni said. “Think anyone would notice if I made love to you right here like this?”

I laughed. “They would notice and film us on their phones for blackmail.” I was glad he wasn’t angry anymore.

He continued pulling my panties down as he came closer to me. “I want you so much.” His hand slid around to the front and reached inside my underwear. “Do you think they’ll see me doing this?”

I moaned as he thrust his fingers into my pussy. “Giovanni, one of them is gonna see.” I closed my eyes as I started to feel a shudder begin. “If you keep doing that I’m going to wind up screaming very soon.”

“Then let’s go inside,” Giovanni suggested. “I don’t think it’ll take long, not with you in that outfit. He took his hand away and pulled me to Chad’s room. As soon as the door closed, he started opening his pants.

I couldn’t let him do it again on Chad’s bed. I felt too guilty the last time. After I grabbed a condom from Chad’s dresser, I pulled Giovanni into the bathroom and locked the door. Immediately, he pushed me down, bending me over the vanity. Then he yanked at my panties.

I heard him put on the condom then he pushed his stiff dick into me rather roughly. “Damn, I love the way you feel.”

He grabbed my shoulders and moved as fast as he could. I was so glad my bruises had healed by then. I held in the scream that came right away. I closed my eyes as my insides quivered intensely.

“I love when I make you cum so fast.” Giovanni sounded out of breath already.

He shifted his body a bit then I felt his hips hitting into my ass harder. I knew he was trying to get it done quickly and that’s why he did it. The slight pain didn’t matter, because I really enjoyed it that way. Every time his cock slammed back into me, I moaned.

Soon I couldn’t help but cry out his name. I did it as softly as I could. It would kill me if Chad knew what we were doing.

Suddenly his intensity picked up some more, but only for a few seconds. Then he shoved into me, painfully. “Crystal, that was so… uhhh… so damn good!” He told me as I felt the pulsating of his cock. “You need to dress like this more often. You have no idea how much better it was this way, like we weren’t supposed to be doing it.”

When we came back into the garage, everything was packed, and Chad was pacing. “Don’t even think of saying what you were doing or where. I don’t wanna know,” Chad warned us as we both smiled.

Once we were at Astor Place, in Hoboken, I got excited. The huge bar and grill seemed to be filled to capacity. It was right off the Hudson River and had an amazing view of downtown Manhattan. That was just one of the things that drew people there. It had indoor and outdoor seating, but the music could be heard from everywhere.

We had played there a bunch of times. I got a few waves from some of the staff and a few customers as Giovanni pulled me by the hand to grab something to eat. The day had been so crazy; none of us ate lunch or dinner. He ordered all of us burgers and sodas as he held me from behind against the counter.

He shifted his body a little, and I soon had a stiff cock against my ass. “I need it again,” he whispered.

“Hey Crystal, Giovanni,” the bartender called to us as he brought someone next to us a beer. “Glad you’re playing tonight. Last Thursday they had some awful band here, wanted to plug my ears.”

I smiled. “Thanks, Dan. This place is really packed—what’s up with that?”

“Maybe it’s your tits.” He smirked. “Nah, we did some advertising and put it up on our website, but your tits are still awesome.”

Giovanni turned me around quickly then stated, “They’re all mine now.” He leaned down and kissed me several times while holding me close.

He didn’t pull away until our food was ready. Then we walked outside to where the other guys were setting up. Chad and Giovanni said nothing to each other, but I saw the dirty looks.

When everyone finished eating, including Mark eating half of my burger, I cleaned up the mess and tossed out the garbage. Then someone called my name. I looked around and saw a man waving at me a few tables away. I smiled and walked towards him, but felt Giovanni watching me.

“Hey, I’m Mike, and this is Danny, Chase, Brian and Greg. I heard you’re workin’ on a CD. That’s so cool.”

I greeted them all with a kiss. “Thanks. It’s gonna be kick-ass. A lotta work though. Tell Dan you know me and maybe he’ll get you a round on the house. I think he has a crush on me.”

Brian spoke up, “Who doesn’t have a crush on you?” He pulled me onto his lap. “I could watch you all day.”

“Hey,” Chase objected. “Leave her alone. You’re an amazing musician, Crystal. Brian’s just a horny fuck.”

Then Brian put a hand on my bare thigh before whispering, “I am, you know. I’d love to show you what I got.”

I stood up quickly, not wanting him to touch any more of me.

“Crystal,” Giovanni startled me. “We’re almost ready.

Then his arms were around me, and our lips pressed together again. The kiss was so full of passion; I had to hold his arms tightly to keep my knees from buckling. I could hear the crowd cheering us on a bit. Surprisingly, Giovanni put a hand under my skirt, giving them all a glimpse of my panties. That drew a bunch of whistles and catcalls. When he pulled back, I was breathless, still clutching him.

“Mine!” He growled and smacked my ass.

I cringed, because it stung. Then he did it again.

“Ow! Stop that,” I cried out.

“Sorry, just a bit of jealousy.”

We slowly walked to the porch where our equipment was set up. Chris had a third beer in his hand. He rarely drank when we played and had cut down his drinking a lot overall since he joined the band. I was worried about it in the beginning, but like he had told me, it worked out fine.

“I swear I won’t get drunk,” Chris promised when I looked at him sideways. “You’re telling me after all the tension around here, that you don’t need a drink too?”

I sighed. “I think we all do.” I just hoped it didn’t get much worse. Chad and Giovanni were starting to hate each other, almost.

Chris drained the bottle and set it on a table. Before Chris even had the mic in his hand, Chad started the intro to “Love Me Till the End.” Chris smiled; it was one of his favorites. We rarely played it since we had been working on new music. There was no reason to worry. Chris was as amazing as always.

When it was over, a man in familiar fatigues came outside and yelled, “OO-RAH!” I smiled at the Marine and winked at him. In return, he blew me a kiss.

Giovanni began its well-known beat, and I soon joined him then Chad did as well. I watched the soldier bob his head to the music. Chris got into the song more than usual. It seemed he performed even better with a few drinks. I looked into the crowd and many customers were standing up and shouting the chorus along with the rest of us.

The next few songs got the same reaction. By the sixth, I noticed there were people on the river’s walking path listening to us. That had never happened before.

After doing “Sex Addict,” Chad came close to Chris and shouted into the microphone, “You guys wanna hear Crystal really wail?”

Shouts of, “Hell yeah!” and “Yes!” came from the crowd.

I turned around and saw Giovanni sitting back and relaxing. Then Chris sat at a nearby table with some patrons who handed him a beer. I got in position to play my newest solo and my fingertips automatically flew over the frets as I hit the strings.

Before I was even halfway through, the whole crowd was cheering. I just kept going, even more excited than ever. Soon Chad started playing with me, like he used to before we started the band.

I smiled at him, and we just kept adding notes on the fly. Then suddenly, Giovanni started to beat a bass drum along with my rhythm. The cheering got louder. Chad and I turned to Giovanni. He knew the signal. Chad winked at me, and then we both lifted our right hands up.

Giovanni slammed his sticks down and pounded both bass drums in perfect sequence as always. He hit a snare drum and floor tom several times, a few seconds apart, building the anticipation. Then he slowly added taps on the hi-hat. The crowd was getting louder with each passing second.

I stepped back so I could watch him better. His new black kit, which Jon had given him, had flames painted on the sides of each drum to match his Harley. The two bass drums also had black skins with “Triple Threat” written in red. It was an amazing gift and one Giovanni had needed. He had repaired his old kit so often; it was time to let it go.

I smiled as he became completely engrossed in his own solo. He looked up occasionally with his eyes closed. I watched his biceps flex and contract. It was the hottest thing I ever saw. He used all 12 drums and eight cymbals at his disposal. It seemed like a never-ending tirade of banging and crashing. When he started to slow down, he went around the entire set, twice. Then ended with a loud cymbal crash and stood up.

“What the hell was that?” Chris shouted into the mic as the audience roared. “Was that the sickest shit you ever heard? I guess I’m not the only talent around here.”

I looked out at the crowd. They all seemed to enjoy it. I loved that we were so in tune with each other that we could do things like that. Chris got up and came back over to us then we began “I Wanna Be a Rock Star.”

As soon as we were done for the night, I walked around and thanked people for coming. After talking to a few fans, sitting on a few laps and giving out kisses, Giovanni picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder.

“What’re you doing?” I shouted as a few fans laughed.

I looked up and saw Mike and Brian smiling widely. “Caveman-style, huh?” Brian joked.

Giovanni turned a bit. “Yep, you guys get a peek, I get the rest.” The peek he was talking about was my skirt blowing up with the breeze and my breasts practically busting out of my top.

He carried me to a back room where we kept the guitar cases and such. It was mostly empty, except for a table. When he put me down, he put his hands on my shoulders. “You’re so beautiful.” He smiled then kissed me, strong and deep, sliding his tongue into my mouth and dominating it. “It seems when I see someone else kiss you or touch you, I want you even more.”

“Your solo turned me on, too,” I admitted, enjoying his intensity.

He backed me into wall next to the table. His kisses got more and more aggressive. He grabbed my hair in his hand and pulled on it. “Seeing you with all those guys tonight brought out a green-eyed monster in me. If it wasn’t so scary for you, I’d tear your panties off you right now and screw you so hard your head would spin around.” Giovanni ground his stiff cock against me.

I wanted him bad, but I was scared an employee or fan would walk in. “Someone’s gonna see,” I warned him. The room had no door.

“I don’t care.” Then he pulled me away from the wall and quickly turned me around. He roughly got me bent over the table and pulled my panties down. “This outfit turns me on so much.”

I heard his belt open, then his zipper. Before I knew it, he shoved his cock into me and grunted loudly. I let out a gasp of pleasure. Then he started driving into me so hard and deep, it hurt for a few seconds, but it was incredible.

I called out his name as I quivered within, consumed by ecstasy. He quickly put his hand over my mouth. Then he began to slam his cock into me with such fury I could swear he was angry with me again. I could barely contain my pleasure, but Giovanni held my mouth tight, so my cries couldn’t be heard.

“Damn!” I heard and looked up. Dan the bartender was staring at us with his mouth agape. “You’re fucking?”

Giovanni sighed. “Yeah, if you wanna watch, just be quiet.”

He flipped my skirt up, revealing my ass and started outright pounding my pussy. It seemed the harder he pushed, the better it felt. Each time he ground his hips into my ass, I thought I was going to fall apart.

“She looks good when I fuck her, don’t she?”

“Yeah,” I heard Dan quietly reply.

Then I felt slight pain. I whimpered a bit, just before letting out a scream, which Giovanni’s hand muffled, but my body shuddered and my head went back. Along with it, I felt something strange and soon fluid was running down my legs.

“Holy shit,” Giovanni whispered. “You never told me you could squirt.” He moaned and added, “Damn, that’s so fucking sweet!” I had no idea I could either. As I still shuddered, Giovanni said, barely above a whisper, “That’s it.” He slammed into me harder. “You like it rough now, huh?” He went faster and even harder.

I screamed again as he continued to knock into me with more intensity. I struggled to control my body as it writhed and tensed. At that point, it was really hurting, and I wished it was over.

Suddenly, he cried out, “Oh fuck, Crystal!” He quickly pulled out. My ass and the back of my thighs got wet. “Sorry, my love. I couldn’t wait till we got home.” Then I heard him zip up his pants.

Chris unexpectedly came in the room. “Whoa!” I looked up and was surprised he was alone. His jaw dropped. Then he covered his eyes. “I’m not seeing this,” he said quietly. “If you guys just did what I think you did, please don’t tell me.”

“OK, I won’t,” Giovanni replied, as I heard him closing his belt. “Can you find me a towel?”

“You’re kidding me, right?” Chris’ eyebrows went up. “Did you cum on her clothes too? No, wait. I don’t wanna know.” Chris left, but soon came back and threw a towel at Giovanni. “Please hurry up before Chad sees this. We don’t need any more problems.” Then he was gone again.

Giovanni used the towel to clean me. “I didn’t mean to cum on you. I just couldn’t move away fast enough.” When I felt dry, he slowly pulled my panties up. He stopped before they were on all the way and put his hands on my bare bottom. “Fuck, I bruised you again. I’m so sorry.”

He caressed my skin. “I wanna do it again so bad...”

Then Phil walked in. “Damn, you guys at it again?” I watched him crane his neck a bit. “I never get tired of seeing that ass, Crystal. Hope you fucked her good again.”

“Get out, man,” Giovanni told him. When Phil was gone, he pulled my damp underwear all the way up.

When I woke up the next day, I was naked and in pain again. All I remembered after taking my sleeping pill was Giovanni undressing me, then him laying me on my belly with my legs hanging off the bed…
Damn, no wonder I’m hurting.