Rubbed Raw (22 page)

He leaned down and whispered, “You know I aim to please.” Then he held me tighter and drove his cock into me with much more intensity.

“God, Tommy!”

I pushed my hips into his, hard, grinding against him, wanting more of him inside me as I trembled and tensed within. He held me close, evenly putting his weight on me. I scratched his back, waves of ecstasy taking over my entire body, and spurts of fluid came with each one.

His hips circled slowly, while I whimpered. “Yeah, Crystal, drench my dick. Fuck, I love how that feels.” My body continued to convulse as I clawed at him, trying to regain control. “Bite my neck again, real hard.”

I did as told, and he moaned and gasped in response. I was enjoying giving him pleasure so much, my body finally stilled.

Suddenly, Tommy lifted off me, forcing my legs down. He quickly hooked his arms under my knees, opening my legs wider. Then he withdrew and pushed back in gradually, grinding close at the end. It felt like he had gotten in deeper.

His head went back. “Can I fuck you like this till I’m about to cum, please? I’m so close.”

“Yes.” My eyes rolled back as he thrust hard.

He started to ram his cock into me faster and harder. “Uh, babe… you feel… uh!”

I grabbed his arm and held on tight while ecstasy filled me yet again. “Fuck, Tommy!” I could feel my pussy throbbing with the release.

Tommy’s rhythm slowed as he groaned. “Oh shit!” He pulled out of me and shoved his cock in my mouth, almost crouched down over my chest, with one knee above my shoulder. “Suck it now, babe!”

I closed my mouth over his dick just as it erupted. He moaned and gasped as I sucked and gripped him tightly. When he had spent his load, he practically fell back sideways on the bed, his legs over my body.

“I hope I get to do that again. I had no idea what I was missing.” He sighed. “But I only trust you.”

With my eyes closed, I said, “It felt incredible, but it’s not smart to do that.”

“I know.” He groaned. “But, I just had to. There was this insane urge in me. Ever since we talked about me never cumming in a girl, I wanted to feel you raw. I wish, just once, I could cum in you too, but I’ll save that for my fantasies.” He picked up my hand. “Are you mad at me?”

I took a deep breath. “Not mad, just kinda shocked. I never expected that from you.”

He lifted his legs and lay next to me. “If you don’t want me to, I won’t do it again.” He started playing with my nipple closest to him.

“I don’t want an accident to happen, so don’t, OK?”

“Fine, babe, never thought after all these years, I could find something I haven’t done. Guess I got one thing left though.”

“I’m not gonna let you cum in me.”

“I know. I know. But, maybe one day, I can trust someone enough who will let me.”

When Tommy and I walked into the studio a few hours later, the first thing I noticed was that Dean wasn’t there. Dominic was sitting on a stool playing his guitar unplugged, and Jon was talking to Vince. Sam was sitting in the control room with Crazy Mike. Jon glanced at me and smiled, but nothing more.

“Go hang out with Sam,” Tommy told me. Then, as he walked to Jon, he shouted, “Where the fuck is Dean?”

I walked in the opposite direction and made my way up to the control room.

“Hey, baby.” Crazy Mike winked at me.

Sam smiled at me. “Nice hickeys. Still living with Tommy, huh?”

I blushed as I sat next to him. “Yeah, Giovanni and Chad just get mad at each other all the time now.”

“Crystal, I seen ’em together. We all went out the other night.”

I closed my eyes. “But if I’m around, they wanna kill each other.”

“They were talking about you. Really, they’re tryin’ hard. I think it’s gonna work. They want you back in their lives.” He touched my hand. “They didn’t laugh or even smile. Giovanni’s tired as shit, and Chad got this look in his eyes like he… Oh, I guess he did lose his best friend.”

By the time he stopped talking, I had tears falling fast. “They miss me that much?” I sniffled.

Crazy Mike smacked him upside the head. “Way to go, dickhead.”

“Shit! Didn’t mean to make you cry. Sorry.” Sam wiped a tear away. “But they do. It’s like you make ’em better somehow.”

I looked up at Tommy and felt so guilty. He and I had our own little twisted life, but sex wasn’t everything. I still felt empty inside. How it felt to have sex with Chad or Giovanni came to mind. I felt loved, and it was so different. I missed that terribly, but I also just missed them.

Then I wiped away my tears and looked at my phone. Ten unread text messages from Chad alone. It had been days since I bothered to glance at them. I took a deep breath and read them.

I’m sorry, baby. Please don’t throw 15 years away. I love you.

You know I didn’t want it to turn into a fistfight. I tried to hold back, baby. I really did, but he pushed me, and I got pissed. I’m so sorry.

I know I fucked up good this time. I’m more sorry than you could imagine, my baby girl.

Please talk to me, baby.

I miss you so much. Please answer me.

Baby, I love you so much. This is killing me. I’ll do anything. Please.

Baby, we’re talking. I swear. No more fights. I’m working on not being jealous. Please, just give me a chance.

I stopped, not able to read anymore. I could feel Chad’s pain in my heart. Maybe we could be friends still, what could it hurt?

My phone buzzed, and I looked down.

I love you. Please take me back.

I got that exact same message every day from Giovanni. Dominic was right. I needed to leave Chad and I behind before I could have a real future with Giovanni. He needed to be able to trust me.

I wiped away my tears and looked out the window. The guys were playing. I hadn’t even noticed. “Dean showed up?”

“No, they record without him sometimes,” Sam replied. “Maybe you guys could do that.”

I closed my eyes and just listened. The song had a fast, metal-edged beat, but was different from their usual heavy style. Jon had a two bass drums in his kit, and he used them a lot. Dominic had the distortion up for the most part. Tommy played fast and strong, his rhythm more pronounced than normal, which I liked. I just wished Dean had shown up to make it sound complete.

Then I heard a door close quietly and looked up. Vince had walked in. He looked at me and blushed. I turned away, thinking of being with Phil on Tommy’s couch.

“I don’t think I could play my part without the guys,” I thought aloud.

Vince sat down. “Well, some bands can do it. It couldn’t hurt to try. At least if you get the album done, you’ll start making money if it sells well.”

I sighed and watched Jon, Dominic and Tommy for a few minutes. I missed playing my bass and doing gigs. Tommy’s comment about music being in my blood echoed in my head. It was another reason none of us were happy. We needed each other and music. I had to find a way to put it all back together.

“What if we get in the studio, and they start fighting again?” I asked Tommy as we drove home.

“I wasn’t thinking you guys playing together.” He exhaled loudly. “Maybe Chad or Giovanni should do their part alone, or you can have them all record theirs, and then you do yours after. You should at least have Chris come over to hear your song.”

I looked out the window at the fast moving scenery. “I guess that’s a start.”

When we got to Tommy’s place, Chad was sitting in the lobby. His hair slicked back in a ponytail. He was dressed in his work clothes, his white shirt unbuttoned. Quickly, I moved my hair to cover the marks on my neck.

He stood up as soon as he saw us. “I’m sorry, but I had to see you.”

“You’re supposed to be at work.” I looked up at him, shocked that he took time off.

He touched my hair. “I couldn’t concentrate.” He glanced at Tommy then continued. “Can we take a walk on the beach so we can talk?”

“Go.” Tommy encouraged me. “Tell him my ideas.”

Chad picked up my hand. “Please, baby. In all these years, we’ve never been apart this long. You can’t say you don’t miss me.”

“I do, Chad. It’s just things got so complicated between the three of us. I-I didn’t know what else to do. I don’t wanna hang out with only you or Giovanni. I want you both in my life again.”

“Baby, come on.” He handed Tommy his laptop case then pulled me away. “Just come with me. We’ll talk about it.”

I turned to Tommy, unsure. “Go with him, and tell him about your song too. I’ll be upstairs.”

Chad lifted my hand and smiled. Then he tugged me towards the beach. Just before stepping into the sand, we took off our shoes, and he rolled up his pants. We walked right to the ocean then strode down the shoreline, still holding hands.

“Baby, you know we’re friends again, right? Me and Giovanni I mean.”

I watched the water flow over our feet. “I heard, but I bet as soon as I’m in the room too, you’ll try to bash each other’s heads in again.”

He sighed. “I been reading as much as I can to find a way to stop being jealous. And I know I butt into your relationship a lot and made things worse.”

“You’re so impulsive and over-protective.”

“That’s nothing new,” he said, sounding unhappy. “I’m sorry. I try to stop myself, but when it comes to you, it’s almost impossible. When I saw what he did to your ass, I was pissed. Then when he hit you, I wanted to kill him.”

I stopped, and when I pulled on Chad’s hand, he came back to me. “That’s the problem. You can’t control yourself, and it fuels Giovanni’s anger. Chad, I love him. Help me fix this, please. I wanna be with him.”

He looked down at me. “I know. You look so sad. I can’t stand that. I was hoping walking with me would make you smile, but you need
him
, don’t you?”

“I need you both. I tried to make Giovanni understand us, but he just thinks I’m gonna cheat on him again.”

He lifted my chin. “No one understands us and you know it.” He exhaled loudly. “I’ll tell him I’ll mind my own business from now on. Maybe I can convince him I can change too.” Then he ran a finger down my neck, “Tommy’s work?”

“Yeah,” I quietly replied.

He looked towards the sky, then down at me. “I guess you guys started…”

Then suddenly, it was raining hard. I squealed as the cold drops hit my skin. Chad pulled me back towards Tommy’s, and we started to jog in that direction. By the time we got to the elevator, we were both soaked.

“Come in my room, I gotta get these clothes off,” I told him as I turned the key in the lock.

Soon after, I stripped right in front of Chad. I didn’t give it a thought, until I felt his naked body against mine from behind. His cock was stiff and pressed into my back.

He ran his hands down my arms. “Let me make love to you, please.” Then his hands covered my breasts.

I quickly pulled away and looked at him. His body was so sexy, better than ever before. My words were lost as I stared. He had worked on every muscle group and was starting to look as strong as Giovanni.

My body quickly responded to his. I put my hands over my hardening nipples and tried to stop my pussy from aching for him. Then I rushed to my dresser and threw on a T-shirt, so he couldn’t look at me anymore. I found all my shorts were in the laundry and just put panties on, which I knew would not stay dry long.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Chad suddenly said. “Just seeing your body again created such an urge in me.”

I looked up at him. “I understand. Believe me I do.”

He grabbed his boxers and put them on. “So tell me about the song Tommy mentioned. Is it about you and him?”

I took a deep breath. His tented boxers drew my attention. It took me a few minutes to stop thinking of how I felt when he was inside me. I shook the thought away and replied, “No. It’s about all of us and this mess we’re in. Would you mind if I played lead on it, and Tommy did the bass? He said having you play rhythm would sound awesome.”

“Baby, if that’s what you want, then fine.” He smiled and touched my cheek. “That’s what I wanted to see.”

Then I realized I was smiling as well. Music
was
in my blood. I needed it as much as I needed him and Giovanni. “Can we work on it today?”

“Should I ask Chris to come by? Or are you gonna sing it too?”

I laughed loudly. “I don’t wanna kill people’s ears. You can call him.”

“Does Tommy got guitars here?”

“Yeah, a bunch.”

“I’ll go get two. You can play it for me, and I’ll work out the rhythm. Did he already create a bassline for it?”

“No, he’s been busy with a song Gasoline recorded today.”

He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Then I’ll call Chris.” He went into his pants pocket and grabbed his phone just before walking from the room.

I sighed, then picked up the laundry basket I had in the corner of the room. If Chris was going to be there, I had to have clothes to wear. Why I always waited until the last minute to do laundry made no sense, but I did it all the time. When I got the first wash in, I walked to the living room.

“Do you wanna try on a pair of my shorts?” Tommy was asking. “That huge thing sticking out is distracting. How the fuck did you wind up with a baseball bat like that anyway?”

I rolled my eyes. Tommy was probably a bit jealous. Although, I was sure he never had complaints. Looking at the two of them was making my desire even stronger. Then I saw them get up and walk away. I guess I missed Chad agreeing to put dry clothes on. As soon as they came back, Chad had on pajama pants, except they were too short.

I played the song and sang it softly, although badly. I wanted Chad to hear it. He smiled through most of it. When I played it a second time, they picked up the guitars next to them. Tommy started playing right away, and it went with the song perfectly. Chad listened and moved his fingers without strumming with his eyes closed.

“Baby, there’s so much emotion in that song,” Chad said as soon as I stopped playing. “It’s amazing. You never write stuff like that. This shit is killing you, ain’t it?”

I looked up at him, tears falling. “I don’t know how much longer I can take it.”

“So then me and Giovanni are gonna fix it. We’re gonna make you happy again. I swear.” He got his fingers in position to play an E chord. “Play it again. I got something that sounds good in my head.”