Sinners On Tour 01 Backstage Pass (9 page)

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 nipples grew taut in response.
Yeah, treat me like your dirty whore.

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 fucking?
—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 stil 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 swol en to bursting. When she pressed against it, Brian cried out as his seed spurted into her mouth unexpectedly. Wel , unexpectedly to him.

She’d known exactly what would happen. She swal owed his offering greedily, loving the salty taste of him.

“What the fuck?” Brian yel ed. “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 wal for support.

She smiled around his cock 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 cock 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 cum 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 usual y 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, actual y. Not at al .”

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, col ected his pants from the floor and headed toward the door. He paused in the doorway, his gaze shifting to Eric, who was stil in the tub with Myrna.

“Hey, Numbnuts. Keep your pants on around her or I’l castrate you in your sleep. And wash your cum 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 cock 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 wal . 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 fucked, suck cock, and ram her fingers up his friend’s ass, but she couldn’t relax.

“I’l 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 real y al owed Eric to fondle her without protest? She hadn’t even considered stopping him. What had she been thinking?

It had felt good. That’s al she’d been thinking. And this felt real y good, too. His thumbs kneaded the muscles at the base of her skul , 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 al the right places.

“Mmmm,” she murmured.

Her hands drifted away from her breasts, down her bel y to her clit. 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 clit 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 real y been leaning against Eric and masturbating? What was wrong with her?

These guys. These rock stars had her behaving in a total y uncharacteristic manner.
No sale, Myrna. You were born a whore. You
live as a whore and you’ll die a whore.

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?”

Unwil ing to share her turmoil, she shook her head. “Do you real y 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 al 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 al begging for more.”

“Four girls? How is that even possible?”

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

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 cal 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.

“Wil 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.”

“Wel , you’l never be able to keep that promise, Myr, so you might as wel 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. Wil you let me watch you masturbate though?”

“I’m not real y in the mood.”

“Even with the sound of Brian’s solo coming through the wal ? He wrote that when he was ramming his cock 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 cock inside her, fil ing her, withdrawing, fil ing 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 wal 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 pul ed 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. “Wil 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, fil ing both holes with a groan. She fel back on the table, freeing her other hand to rub her clit. 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 cock 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 fucked 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 bal s slapped against her ass with each penetrating thrust, teasing her into wanting something a little dirtier.

“We eat on that table, you know,” someone yel ed 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 pul ed 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 clit, 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 cal ed from the other room.