All I Need (5 page)

“Tell me when you’re going to come,” I muttered, reachin
g up to play with her nipples. I pinched them lightly and pulled on them before leaning down and sucking on one

She made a sound deep in her throat and d
ragged her nails along my back. I cried out and arched; I think the bitch drew blood. 

“
So… close…” she whimpered and moved her hips, meeting my thrusts.

“
Come for me, kitten.” I leaned down and murmured into her neck. “Come all over my cock.”

I scrapped the edge of my teeth along the sensitive flesh and she screamed out my name again, her pussy clenching my cock when she reached her climax.

I got up, bracing an arm on each side of her as my thrusts quickened. Her cunt was milking me and it wasn’t long before I tumbled over the edge after her, moaning her name harshly. My body shook with the force of my orgasm and I came with an intensity like I’d never experienced before. 

I collapsed on top of her, our sw
eaty bodies entangled together. I kissed her forehead and rolled off of her.

“Holy shit,”
I muttered.

“
Yeah,” she sighed and flopped her arm over her forehead.

We lay next to each other, neither of us saying a word; we each had
to catch our breath after that. I needed something to drink. Not beer either. I needed to replenish my fluids because I planned to do that again soon.

“I need some water. Do you want some?” I asked.
She nodded, not saying a word.

I rolled out of bed and grabbed my jeans, slipping them on before going out to
get two waters from the fridge. I left and closed the door behind me, a little shaky on my legs.

The rest of the band was still out party
ing, so it was dark and quiet. I glanced back at the closed door at the end of the bus; I certainly wasn’t missing anything by not being with them tonight.

Even after all of the women I had slept with, it hasn’t ever been like what I
just experienced with Lindsey. I’m sure it sounded cliché and if I told her that, she would roll her eyes and laugh; I probably would do the same. 

With
most women, they were there because of who I was. They wanted to please me in hopes of becoming my girlfriend or even Mrs. Stephens. Few of them truly seem to enjoy the sex and only worry about pleasing me.

Lindsey was totally different.
She used my body for her pleasure as much as I did hers. She didn’t care who I was. She wanted to get off as much as I did.

I got two waters and leaned against the counter. I opened
one and took a drink so long I finished the bottle. I tossed it in the recycle bin and took another one before heading back to Lindsey.

Maybe she would be interested in continuing this at least as
long as the tour was going on. It wasn’t usually my style, but if she was this much fun in one night, I wanted to explore more with her.

I opened the bedroom door to find her sitting
up in bed, wrapped in a sheet. Her red hair was such a contrast against the white sheet and she was looking at something on her phone. She had a look of concentration on her face. It was so sexy my cock jumped in my jeans, getting ready for round two.

“
Here you go,” I said and held out a bottle of water. She looked up and took it from me with a smile. I sat down on the bed next to her, wishing she would let the sheet go so I could see her gorgeous tits.

“
Thanks,” she said, setting her phone down. She took a long drink and wiped off her mouth with the back her hand. “So good,” she muttered.

“The water or what just happened?” I teased.

She laughed and shook her head. “Both, actually.” She finished off her water and set the bottle next to the bed. “I should probably get going.” She reached for her phone and started to get out of bed. 

I wanted to stop her.
I wanted to tell her to stay and spend the night.

But
I didn’t do things like that.

I watched as she looked around for her bra before
I reached down next to me for it. I held it up. “Looking for this?”

“
Yes,” she said, her shoulders slumping with relief.

I tossed it to
her and watched her put it on. “You’re not getting the panties. Those are mine.”

“A
souvenir? How many different pairs of panties do you have?” She asked as she put on her dress.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood u
p. I walked the few short steps over to her. “Believe it or not, those are the first pair I’ve saved.” I reached into the pocket of my jeans and fingered them.

She snorted and shook her head. “Somehow I doubt that.”
She slipped on her shoes and checked her reflection in the mirror. She smoothed her hands over her hair and dress before turning back to me. “Thanks for tonight.”

“The pleasure was al
l mine,” I smiled down at her. Maybe if I kissed her, I could get her to stay without actually asking her to. I wasn’t ready to be done with her.

“
I’ll see you around.” She walked past me and opened the bedroom door and left the bus before I could say another word.

I flopped back on the bed.
What the fuck had just happened? Earlier she was worried about being treated like all the other girls I slept with, but I’m pretty sure she just tossed me aside.

This was something new to me.
I was the one who left after sex. I was the one who blew the chick off after we fucked. 

I grabbed the bottle of whiskey ne
xt to the bed and took a swig. I should shower before passing out for the night, but I liked smelling like her.

I heard a commotion outside t
he bus and took another drink. The rest of the guys were back and I was in no mood to party with them. Maybe if I was quiet they would leave me alone, assuming I had some chick back here.

The noise got
louder as they got on the bus. I heard a few high pitched voices. Great, they brought women back with them. I shouldn’t be surprised. That was pretty much the norm every night on this bus.

There was a knock on the door.
I ignored it until it got louder. I stood up and opened it. There stood the drummer Zane with a girl on each arm.

“What the fuck do you want?”
I clutched my bottle of whiskey in my hand.

“I brought you a present,” Zane grinned at me and no
dded to the girl on his right. We often shared women, swapping them and watching them together.

I shook my head. “Not tonight.”
I slammed the door shut and went back to the bed. I put my head phones on and turned on some old school Metallica.

I was going to drink until I passed out and forgot about the red head
who just fucked not only my body, but also my head.

Damn
women.

Chapter Six

Lindsey

I walked back to my bus quickly, hoping no one
stopped to talk to me. It was late, and all of the parties were wrapping up. I wanted to get back to my bus and into bed before there were too many questions about where I had been.

I really
didn’t want to run into Drew. He would have a ton of questions about what I had been doing tonight and if he figured out I had fucked Cane, I would never hear the end of it.

It was amusing to leave Cane in such a hurry; he probably wasn’t us
ed to women doing that to him. He was probably the one making a mad dash for the door after sex with a woman. It was nice to turn the tables on him for once.

I turned the last corner before getting to my bus when I ran right into
someone.

“Excuse me.
Sorry,” I muttered and started to walk around him, not even looking up.

“
Lindsey?” A familiar voice made me turn around. My jaw dropped when I saw my ex, Shaun, standing there. He was wearing camo shorts and a black wife beater. A backwards baseball cap was on the top of his shaggy blonde hair and he was holding a beer.

“
Hey Shaun,” I smiled. “What brings you here?”

“Our band, Twisted Chaos,
is on one of the side stages.” He looked me up and down and I hoped to God I didn’t look like I just had sex. “What are you doing back here?”

“
I’m covering the tour for Rolling Stone,” I said, checking him out. He still looked as good as ever with his muscular, tattooed arms. I briefly remembered the way he would toss me around the bedroom with those guns.

“Awesome
!” He took a drink of his beer. “Do you want to go get a drink and catch up?”

“Not tonight.” I shook my head.
“I’m tired. Soon though.”

His eyebrows furrowed and I had a flashback of the dud
e with a temper I quit seeing. That probably hadn’t changed.

“Ok, cool.  Same number?”
He asked.

“Sure, but I’ll see you around.
It was good seeing you.” I didn’t want to mention that I hadn’t seen him in the few weeks I was here, so it may be a few more weeks before we ran into each other again. This tour was so huge, there was constantly new people I was meeting.

“Good night Lindsey,” he
said and leaned in for a hug. He held me tight against him and I almost gagged from the stench of whiskey on his breath.

“Good night, Shaun.”
I hugged him back half-heartedly so he would let me go.

I made a mad dash for the bus, praying I w
ouldn’t run into anyone else. I finally slipped onto the press bus with a sigh of relief. It was empty except from some guy from a newspaper. He nodded at me and turned back to his computer.

I went into the bathroom and closed the door, my heart racing. I got here
without Drew seeing me or any of my colleagues asking me a bunch of questions, but I saw Shaun. What the fuck was he doing here? Obviously he was with his band, but how did I not know about it?

I met S
haun when I first moved to LA. Rebecca and I were excited to check out the music scene and fell for the first musicians to show us a little bit of attention. He was playing at a club we went to and after a few shots of tequila, I ended up going home with him.

For
a while I thought it was cool to be the girlfriend of a guy in a band and looked past his jealous and possessive ways. My stupid ass even thought it was romantic the way he didn’t like guys talking to me.

On top of that, he was a raging a
lcoholic – an angry alcoholic. We had some wicked fights when he was drinking, but again, I thought that was what it was like to be dating a musician.

Then one night he pushed me into a wall when I friend of mine from work m
et us out at one of his shows. His jealousy went too far and I came back to reality. I broke up with him that night. A few times I thought I saw him following me and he left me a couple of notes on my car. I almost got a restraining order, but then it stopped. I hadn’t really given him a second thought in a long time.

This tour was big enough that it took me a couple of
weeks to even run into Shaun. If his band was playing on the side stages, he was in another group though. Because there were so many people and buses and equipment, Drew had separated the caravan into a few different groups.

I wonde
red if he still drank as much. Judging by the smell of his breath, I was guessing he did. It had been a few years since we dated, but would he get crazy with jealousy if he found out I slept with Cane? Hopefully he wouldn’t find out. In fact, hopefully no one would.

I
would tell Rebecca of course. She was going to be so jealous. As much as I enjoyed it, I didn’t intend for there to be a repeat of last night. My mission had been to sleep with Cane and mission accomplished. Now that I had that out of my system, I could back to focusing on my writing.

I stripped out of my d
ress and turned on the shower. I was sad to wash his scent off of me, but I didn’t want anyone in these close quarters to notice the smell of sex and start asking questions. I wanted my peers to take me seriously and I was afraid they wouldn’t if they knew I slept with one of the stars of the show.

After my shower, I slipped into shorts and a Hook
ers and Hand Grenades t-shirt. I felt a little like a lovesick teenager wearing it, but I didn’t care. I climbed into my bunk and got out my iPad. I tried to read a little bit, but I kept finding myself reading the same line over and over again. I couldn’t concentrate, thinking about the way Cane’s lips and hands felt on me.

Sure, it was hot to have sex with a rock star, but above that
, we had some great chemistry. Maybe I noticed him because he was an international sensation, but he was hotter than fuck and I would have slept with him even if he weren’t famous.