Sinners On Tour 01 Backstage Pass (8 page)

“Are you real y 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 wal . 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 fel 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 cock 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 whore 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. Eventual y, her eyes settled on the upper curve of his beguiling lips. He lowered his head and kissed her passionately—lips, tongue and teeth al 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 bel y. 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 real y 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 stil 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, original y. I went to col ege 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 eggshel s, Myr. If I’m stupid enough to fal 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. “Wel , Sed, maybe. I’d just like a few minutes with something a little more permanent than a fucking 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’l get real y drunk tomorrow to try to forget you.”

“Brian.”

“I’m kidding. If you want no strings, no strings you’l 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. Especial y 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’l 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 al .

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 cock in one hand. He rubbed its swol en head over her clit 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 fuck me or not?”

He lunged forward, fil ing her in one deep thrust. “Is that what you want?”

She moaned, her head fal ing 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 rhythmical y 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 cock 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 real y hearing music? She was seeing stars. He was so good.

“Eric,” he said. “Eric.”

She opened her eyes, surprised he was cal ing 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 hopeful y.

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 stil 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 bel y with each thrust.

“Awesome view,” Eric murmured into her ear.

She looked down. Beyond the peaks of her breasts, she could see Brian’s cock thrusting into her. Hard. Thick. Glistening with moisture. In view one moment. Buried within her the next. Her mouth fel open. Something about Eric watching Brian’s cock pounding into her made this more exciting. Shameful, but exciting.
Whore.

“Damn, Brian, you are tearing it up,” Eric growled.

“Shut up, I’m trying to concentrate.”

Eric’s hardening cock 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 nipples 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 rhythmical y. Eric plucking at her nipples, stroking her ear with his tongue. The water, sloshing against her bel y and thighs. God, she was going to explode.

Her fingers dug into the wet jeans covering Eric’s shins and her head fel 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 clit 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 pul ed out and climbed to his feet, circling his cock with his hand. Why had he pul ed out? She noticed he wasn’t wearing a condom. She wasn’t going to let him waste his load though. She pul ed 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 pul ed 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 cock was in her mouth.