Rocked Up

It’s nothing to do with Brad.

It’s more that the weather has turned sour, blizzards are everywhere on the east coast making us late for more than a few shows. Sometimes I think it would be so much easier to just hop on a plane but flying in these storms seems just as dangerous as driving.

And there’s something else going on right now.

I’m not feeling quite myself.

In fact, I’m feeling awfully sick every afternoon.

I’m trying really hard not to think about it.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Brad asks as he grabs my hand and leads me toward the bus.

We’re just inside the compound of the stadium in Detroit and snow is falling steadily. The rest of the band and Arnie has gone off to have dinner somewhere but Brad and I have opted to stay behind. I’m sure Calvi has a feeling of what’s going on since he gave me the stinkeye before he left, but no one can prove anything.

God, I hope they don’t have hidden cameras on the bus.

“My thoughts are worth gold,” I tell him as the bus door opens with a hydraulic hiss, “because they’re only of you.”

“Such a charmer,” he says to me, helping me up the stairs and then closing the door behind us.

Maybe it’s because I’m trying not to think about certain things, but the moment we’re sealed in the bus and I’m alone with him, I practically jump him.

Well, I try to.

He makes the first move.

He moves, fast, and his lips are on mine, crushing and soft. Pure velvet lust that turns sweetly violent.

His hand is at the back of my neck, his other fingers are pressing at my jaw and cheek as his tongue assaults me with such rolling passion I can feel it all the way in my toes. He’s in complete control and I surrender. I surrender completely. I want him to take me, take me over, devour me, annihilate me. I want him to erase my fears. I want him closer than ever.

What if? The thought snakes into my head.

But it’s fleeting. I push it away and concentrate on Brad, on this very moment in this tour bus where he’s unravelling me to the core, stripping me of all defenses, making me more vulnerable than I ever have before.

He’s a wild animal, voracious as his mouth sinks into the valley between my neck and my shoulder, biting with hunger and lust.

I groan loudly and one of his hands slips low along my hips, hiking up the hem of my dress. Every nerve ending on my body dances with anticipation.

I want him to take me away, I need him to.

His hand slides inside my underwear and down, down to where I’m absolutely soaked.

“Shit,” he murmurs against me. “You’re going to be the death of me one day.”

Likewise, I think. His thick rough finger slides along my clit and my body immediately melts into his hand, needing more, wanting more. I’d never had the need to get off strike me like this before, like a match. My emotions and hormones are in for a hell of a ride. All this sneaking around, all this worry, it all melts away the moment he touches me and everything I’m feeling right now is intensified more than normal.

I grab hold of the back of his neck, his skin hot to touch, my body hungry for him. His fingers play gently along my clit, teasing like fluttery wings, before the they plunge up inside me.

A gasp escapes my mouth.

“Oh god,” Brad says thickly, bringing his lips back to mine. “I can’t control myself when you make sounds like that.”

“Then don’t control yourself.”

“You’re playing with fire,” he says before he's lowering his head to my breast, pulling the neckline of my dress to the side until my nipple is exposed and hardening in the air. His lips gently suck at the tip before he draws it into his mouth in one long, hard pull.

My back is arching for more and breathless groans are coaxed out of me. We're still standing in the middle of the tour bus and I'm not sure how much more I can take like this. I mean, where do we even go? We won’t be able to have sex on the bunks, there’s no room.

He pinches my nipple between his teeth, distracting me, and, as he does so, plunges his fingers back inside me, three of them this time. I expand around him, needing more. Every inch of my skin is on fire for him and only he can put out the flames.

Before I know what's happening, he's pushing me back down the aisle. “Get on the floor,” he says, his voice husky and rich, dripping with need.

I drop down to my knees on the rug, staring up at him while he quickly yanks down his jeans. His dick bobs free and I'm breathless once again.

Since I'm already on my knees and I'm salivating for the taste of him, I grab his ass with one hand, my fingernails digging in as I tug him toward me. With my other hand I grasp his dick at the base, making a ring around it. He's so goddamn hard, it's like velvet steel, and silky to touch. I can feel the hot blood rushing underneath, the way his shaft ticks with each beat of his heart.

I close my eyes and tentatively slide my tongue along the sensitive underside before circling his crown. His hand goes into my hair, pulling lightly, and he groans as I try and take him all into my mouth.

“Easy now,” Brad says through a groan. “Keep it up and there won’t be much left of me. Turn around.”

My heart is pumping hard in anticipation as I pivot around on the buses harsh carpet so I'm on all fours, my ass raised in the air. He drops to his knees behind me and I hold my breath, waiting for his touch.

Swiftly he lifts up my dress until it's bunched around my waist and slides my under down. Then he grabs my ass, squeezing hard so I stay in place. I flinch, the pressure from his fingertips is firm and yet the moment he yields, I want it even more.

He pulls me toward him as he positions himself and with one swift jerk, pushes into me. The air is expelled from my chest as he fills me, a gasp broken on my lips.

“Are you okay?” he asks, shuddering the words as he pushes himself fully inside.

I can’t speak. I can’t think. I can only feel, every single inch of his dick as I squeeze around him. I try and nod, get my breath.

“Does that sound good?” he asks, his voice thicker now. “Can you handle that?” He pauses, slowly pulling out in such a teasing, languid way that it’s torturous. I feel empty, aching for him, I want him to fill me up and up and up, like a balloon ready to burst.

“I feel everything,” I tell him.

He hisses, “Yes,” and then he’s pounding into me, fast and deep and relentless. Over and over and over again, this breakneck pace that has me trying to hang on to the rug for dear life, my breasts jiggling with each quick, hard thrust.

His pumps become quicker, deeper, and messy, like he’s losing control and going over the edge and taking me with him. I’ve never had a man in so deep like this, not just inside me but inside my head. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I shouldn’t have and he’s fucking me like we might lose everything tomorrow.