Sinners On Tour 02 Rock Hard (2 page)

In the dimly lit bedroom of Sinners’ tour bus, Sed gazed down at the bombshell blonde. She pressed her unnaturally firm breast into his arm, a coy smile on her hot pink lips.

“But Sed, the show’s sold out.” She pouted and placed a presumptuous hand on his belly. “Don’t you have some extra tickets?” When he didn’t respond, her hand drifted toward the low waistband of his jeans.

These chicks were all the same.

“I might.” Sed rubbed his jaw. He needed to shave before they headed to the club for his lead guitarist’s bachelor party. He had a few minutes, though.

“Can I have them?”

“Depends. What will you give me in return?”

Her hand gripped his waistband and she jerked him toward her. “I’ll suck you off.”

They never offered to do his laundry.

Sed fished several condoms out of his pocket and examined them. “I’ve got cherry or piña colada flavored.”

“A condom?” She wrinkled her too-perfect-to-be-God-given nose at him. As hot as she was, with her bleached hair, bronze tan, and long pink fingernails, she radiated fake.

“I don’t know where your mouth’s been.”

She shrugged and grabbed a condom out of his hand. “Whatever.”

She opened the fly of his pants and freed his half-hard dick from its confines. By the time she unrolled the condom over his cock, he was rock hard.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be so big,” she said in awe.

“Afraid you can’t take it?” he said, grinning crookedly.

“No, I think I want you to fuck me.”

“You
think
?”

She grabbed the base of his shaft and encircled its head with her bright pink lips. Overly plump lips. What did they call that shit they injected into them? Collagen?

At times like these, he missed Jessica. Jessica had been real.

The blonde on her knees drew Sed into the warm recess of her mouth, sucking gently. He closed his eyes, picturing Jessica’s face while Fake-n-bake sucked him. He placed a hand on the top of her head, finding her hair sticky with hair spray. He didn’t even know this chick’s name. She’d accosted him outside the tour bus only ten minutes ago, when he’d been backing Myrna’s ’57 Thunderbird off the trailer. Myrna was a sweetheart for letting them borrow her car to take her man to a strip club. Any other bride-to-be would have told them to walk.

The blonde pulled back, allowing Sed’s cock to spring free of her mouth. The fact that he could think indicated she couldn’t keep his interest. Few women did. He opened his eyes to find her staring up at him.

“Okay, now I know I want you to fuck me,” she said.

Sed checked the time on the clock radio beside the queen-sized bed. “I don’t have time. The guys are gonna want to leave in half an hour.”

“I don’t care if you hurry.”

She climbed to her feet and peeled her tank top over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Didn’t need to. Her tits were firmer than the cantaloupes they resembled. He cupped them in his hands and squeezed. They looked good, but should be softer and yield to the palms of his hands. He pushed them together and released them, watching them settle back into place with minimal movement.

“Like I said, I only have half an hour,” he said.

“I don’t need foreplay.”

He honestly didn’t think he could get off with this chick. It could take hours.

“Hold on.” He opened the bedroom door. “Eric!” he called to the band’s drummer.

Eric stuck his head out of the bathroom. His hair was already fashioned into spikes along the center, short on one side, long on the other. The lock of hair that trailed down the side of his neck was currently dyed crimson red. Half of Eric’s lean face was covered with shaving cream; the other half, clean-shaven. He was practically ready to go, which meant Sed needed to hurry. The guys would be waiting for him and he wanted Brian’s last night as a bachelor to be memorable.

“What?” Eric asked.

“Are there any more groupies around? This chick wants me to fuck her.”

“Dude, we’re leaving soon. Just tell her no.”

“You don’t want to watch us?”

“No time.” Eric tapped his watch with the handle of his razor. “Come on. We have to hurry.”

The blonde leaned against Sed’s back, her arm wrapping around his waist. Her hand encircled his dick.

He should just tell her no, like Eric said, but he had this hard-on to contend with now. No sense in jacking off when he had warm and willing flesh at his disposal. “Thanks, Eric. For nothing.”

Eric shrugged and disappeared into the bathroom. Sed stepped back into the bedroom and closed the door. A compromise. He turned to look at the blonde and found she’d become naked.

“I’ll fuck you for like fifteen minutes,” he said, “but then you’ll have to suck me off with some enthusiasm.”

“You can’t come in fifteen minutes?”

“With one chick? No.” Unless it was Jessica. He’d never had a problem finding satisfaction before he’d met her, but since she left him…

“All right. If you don’t come in fifteen minutes, I’ll suck you off. With enthusiasm,” she said, finger quoting “enthusiasm.”

He kicked off his pants and wrapped his hands around her narrow waist. “Are you wet?”

She grinned at him. “Fuck yeah, I’m wet.”

He lifted her off the floor by her waist. “Then slide it in.”

She wrapped her long legs around his waist and reached between them to guide his cock into her body. His hands moved to her ass. He tilted her hips and drove himself deeper. She gasped, her head falling back. “Ah, Sed.”

He stepped closer to the bed. “Lean back.”

She clung to his shoulders and leaned away from him.

“Farther,” he instructed.

“I’ll fall.”

“That’s the idea.”

She slowly leaned back, obviously not trusting him. As she lost her balance, she tumbled back on the bed, landing on her shoulders, her back bent. He followed her as she fell and drove his cock deep.

“Oh God,” she cried. “Sed! Yes, ram me hard.”

At least she was a screamer.

He sandwiched her pelvis between his hands, holding her steady as he thrust down into her and ground his hips. He pulled back and growled as he thrust into her again. Typically, chicks loved it when he growled. He did it when he sang onstage, so it reminded them who was fucking them. This one was no exception.

“Yes, Sed! Yes! Oh God, your voice is so sexy.” She played with her nipples, stroking and plucking at them as she gasped in delight.

Sed used his hands to encourage her to rotate her hips, while he continued to thrust hard and grind deep. She screamed when an orgasm gripped her. Her body quaked and strained against his as her spasmodically clenching pussy sucked greedily at his dick. He grabbed her around the waist and slid her farther up the bed, so that her crotch rested even with the end of the mattress. She relaxed, apparently thinking he was finished with her. Her fifteen minutes were far from over.

He turned her onto her side and straddled one of her legs at the edge of the bed. Taking her from the side, he thrust into her, rotating his hips to stimulate her clit.

“Ah, Sed, you’re an absolute god.”

He found her to be boring, actually. He glanced at the clock, wondering if she’d notice if he cut her time short. Maybe if he closed his eyes and thought of someone else…

No good. Jessica actually moved, participated, knew how to please him. She was the one who’d gotten him addicted to sex in the first place. This girl (whatever her name was) didn’t even try to satisfy him.

When she screamed with a second orgasm, he turned her flat on her back and slid her further up the mattress. Why should he work so hard to please her when she was just lying there taking it?

He settled between her thighs, his thrusts easy and even. Missionary position brought them face-to-face, but it was easier on his body. She looked up into his eyes. Hers were brown and glazed with pleasure. Jessica’s were jade green, surrounded with thick lashes.

Fake-n-bake lifted her head to kiss him, but Sed pressed his forehead into her shoulder to prevent their lips from meeting. He hadn’t kissed a woman in almost two years. He certainly didn’t want to get personal with this chick.

She ran her hands up his back and he shuddered, gasping softly. She’d discovered his most sensitive erogenous zone, but either she didn’t notice his reaction or didn’t care. She clung to his shoulders, vocalizing her pleasure in the back of her throat.

After a few minutes, he said, “I think it’s time for you to suck me. I’ve got to leave soon.”

She sighed. “All right. Can you take off the condom though?”

“No.” He pulled out and rolled next to her.

“I’m afraid I’ll suck it down my throat.”

He chuckled. “I don’t think that will be a problem.” He sighed when she sucked him deep. She wasn’t too bad at this. A bit timid. “Suck it hard,” he said. “Harder. Yeah, that’s it.”

He usually fought orgasm for as long as he could, but in this case, he concentrated on coming as quickly as possible. When he let go, it was far from satisfying, but at least it was over.

She grinned up at him. “How was that?”

“Tolerable.” He climbed from the bed and removed the condom, tying a knot in the open end and tossing it in the wastebasket.

“You’re an asshole.”

He found his pants and put them on. “Yeah. So. Is that a problem?”

She laughed. “Not for me. Can I have my tickets?”

“I’ll see if Jake has one.” Jake, one of their long-time roadies, usually distributed tickets and backstage passes to women he thought might interest the band. He had an eye for good pussy.

“One?” she said, pouting annoyingly.

“Yeah, one.”

“What about my boyfriend?”

Sed lifted an eyebrow at her. “Do you really think he’s gonna want to come to my show if he knows how you got his ticket?”

“Of course. He’s a huge fan of yours. He’ll be excited to put his junk where yours has been.” She scrunched her hair with both hands, eyeing herself in the mirror over the dresser. “Two?”

Sed tugged a black T-shirt over his head and rubbed a hand over the soft stubble of his short hair. “Uhhhhh… No. You’re lucky to get one.”

When he left the room, she was getting dressed and scowling.

Eric accosted Sed in the corridor. “Everyone is waiting for you.”

“Just let me shave. And tell Jake to give that girl a ticket for tomorrow night’s show so she’ll get lost.”

“I don’t think he has any left. We’re opening for Exodus End. Not the headliner.”

“Then ask Dare for one. He’ll share.” Dare was Exodus End’s lead guitarist. He was also the older brother of Sed’s rhythm guitarist, Trey. Sed and Dare went way back. Sorta. “Come on, man. I’d do it myself, but I need to shave. You’re ready.”

Eric sighed loudly and turned to exit the tour bus, muttering something under his breath about a fucking errand boy.

Sed hurried through his shave. He’d nearly finished when Myrna, soon-to-be Mrs. Brian Sinclair, came to stand in the doorway. She leaned against the doorframe and watched him carefully draw the razor up under his chin. She wore a trim tweed skirt, purple camisole, and two-inch heels. Strands of auburn hair had come loose from the knot at the base of her neck to curl against her lovely heart-shaped face. Now here was a classy and beautiful woman. Someone Sed could respect. He totally understood why Brian had to tumble her into bed every couple of hours. She had an untouchable quality that heightened a man’s sense of challenge. Too bad she only had eyes for his lead guitarist. Sed’s every attempt to seduce her had met with failure.

“Promise me you’ll bring him home safe, Sed,” Myrna said.

He grinned at her. “I promise. He might be too drunk to walk, but he’ll be safe.”

Brian appeared in the doorway next to Myrna. He wrapped an arm around her waist and nuzzled her neck. “I think I’d rather skip the bachelor party,” he murmured. “Celebrate the end of bachelorhood in the bedroom with you.”

Sed rolled his eyes. “You can’t have a bachelor party with your fiancée, you dumbass.”

The couple in the doorway stared into each other’s eyes as if they were the only two people on Earth. Sed didn’t know whether to be jealous or repulsed.

“I love you,” Brian murmured.

Myrna touched Brian’s jaw. “I love you.”

“You sure?”

“One hundred percent.”

Brian smiled like a lunatic and kissed her. “I love you.”

“I love you,” she whispered, her fingers stealing into his shoulder-length black hair. Only inches separated their mouths as they continued to lose themselves to their closeness, completely in tune with one another.

“Knock it off, you two,” Sed demanded. “You’re giving me diabetes.”

“Tomorrow I get to call you Mrs. Sinclair,” Brian said to Myrna, ignoring Sed.

“What do I get to call you?”

“My Personal Sex God.”

She chuckled. “That’s a given.”

Trey, Brian’s best friend and the band’s rhythm guitarist, wriggled between the couple’s bodies. “Isn’t there some sort of rule against the bride and groom seeing each other before the wedding?” He covered Myrna’s eyes with one hand and Brian’s with the other. “No peeking.”

Brian punched him in the ribs.

Trey clutched his midsection with both arms. “Did you see that, Myrna?”

Myrna brushed Trey’s hair from his face and kissed him on the forehead. “Poor baby.”

Trey hugged Myrna’s waist and rested his head on her shoulder. “Hold me.” He gazed up at her with one emerald green eye. His over-long black bangs concealed the other. Everyone knew his innocent looks were entirely fabricated, but Myrna didn’t seem to care. She wrapped an arm around him and rubbed his back.

“Get off her,” Brian insisted, shoving Trey into the corridor.

“We going?” Jace, bassist and token platinum blond of the group, asked. He maintained a growth of dark beard stubble to toughen up his look, but it was his cold, chocolate-brown eyes that prevented most people from fixating on how fucking adorable he was.

“Just waiting on Sed,” Trey said. “Where’d Eric go?”

“He’s hunting Jake,” Sed told him.

Brian had Myrna pinned to his body now, kissing her like he was trying to permanently meld his mouth to hers. Slowly inching her conservative skirt up her thighs, he rubbed her ass and ground his pelvis against hers. They were already enjoying themselves more than Sed had not ten minutes ago. Didn’t seem fair.