Rubbed Raw (2 page)

Once in the apartment, Giovanni put his hands on my shoulders. “You’re nervous about today, aren’t you?” Giovanni leaned down and kissed me after I nodded. He was six feet tall, so he bent down to me a lot. “How about you go take a hot shower, and then I massage you a bit.”

“That may work. Chad used to do it when I was anxious or stressed,” I admitted. “But after, he always wanted…”

I covered my mouth, realizing I almost told him that Chad asked for a blowjob after a massage. I never wanted Giovanni to know things like that. Then I smiled, thinking of how good
he
made me feel in bed. Then I berated myself for even thinking of Chad while I was with Giovanni.

“Wanted what?” He waited for an answer, but I said nothing, “Sex? Did you guys do it that many times?”

“Please don’t ask.” I looked away from him.

He turned my face back. “It’s OK. That was the past. You guys were a lot closer than any of us knew, weren’t you?” He waited again. “It doesn’t matter. It’s just you and me now, right?”

“Yes.” My eyes drifted downward.

 “Please look at me.”

I did, but tears started to fall. I was afraid he would know I’d slept with the both of them for a while, sometimes on the same day. It was just that, I wasn’t dating either of them. Giovanni had not told me how he felt, and Chad was very important to me.

Then he hugged me. “It’s not important. Forget it.”

I kissed him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He patted my ass. “Go take a shower.”

The hot water in the shower
was
very relaxing. I took my time and felt a lot better afterward. Soon, I found Giovanni in his room and smiled at him in his boxers.

When he noticed me, he asked, “Are you allergic to scented lotion?”

“No.” I had no allergies that I knew of.

He smiled. “Good. I bought this a few weeks ago, hoping to find a reason to rub it on your skin. I used to look for ways to touch you again. Guess I don’t need a reason anymore, huh?”

“You can touch me anytime; even when I’m sleeping.”

As Giovanni also got in the shower, I went to my room. I lay on the bed, on my back, amazed that I was finally with him. I thought about the first time I saw him at college. I passed his chair and bit my lip when I saw his biceps. Then he looked up at me. I froze when he smiled. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn’t even talk. I dropped my book because my hand stopped working.

He leaned down, picked it up and said, “Here you go, beautiful.” I freaked out and ran to my chair.

“What are you thinking about?” Giovanni asked as he opened my towel.

I looked at him, smiling broadly, “The day I met you.”

“I can’t believe I was able to talk at all.” He stood over me in a towel. “I had seen you around campus, and I was dying to meet you. You know, the first time I saw you, Chad was kissing you. I didn’t think I had a chance with you, but… Here we are.” He ran a hand over my skin. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Then he turned me over and started to slowly massage the vanilla lotion into my lower back. That felt so good, and it was my favorite scent.

Gradually, he went higher. His strong hands were finding every knot and easing my tension. I moaned repeatedly as he squeezed my shoulders.

“You’re turning me on, you know,” he whispered, straddling my waist. “Keep that up, and you’ll get a lot more than a massage.” He moved his hips, sliding his stiff cock over my back.

By the time he was at my neck, I was relaxed. “You’re good at this,” I mumbled as he finished up.

When he turned me onto my back, he kissed me. Then he slid his tongue over my breast, teasing my nipple with its tip, and I moaned. He looked up at me, smiled, then did it again. My hips moved with desire.

He smirked and opened my legs. Then he lay down on me and glided his rigid cock over my clit. I moaned louder. He knew I loved that. He smiled and did it again. My head went back, and I felt like I was about to explode.

“You’re so wet, my love. Do you want me or something?”

“Yes,” I replied, desperate for him and almost breathless. Then he jumped off the bed. I yelped, “Hey, where you going?”

When he came back with a condom on, I was relieved. I bent my knees, getting even more excited. He quickly got back on the bed and was over me again. Then he drove his nine-inch cock into me in one stroke.

“Oh damn!” I cried out.

Giovanni’s hips went fast, while I moved with him. “You make me feel just amazing, you know?” he breathlessly told me. Then he began driving into me with more intensity.

I moaned. I was close to screaming. Then I lifted my legs up as high as I could get them. Giovanni ground his cock into me and circled his hips. After just a few seconds of that, I cried out his name and clung to him, an eruption of pleasure taking over.

“I love you,” he whispered as he kissed my lips.

I closed my eyes. “I love you, too.”

Then Giovanni got to his knees, straddling one of my legs. I looked up at him, wondering what he was going to do next. He liked to change our position mid-way often. He picked up my left leg and put it over his body. I expected him to flip me to my belly, but he didn’t.

“Lay on your side, my love.”

I turned my body, but kept my eyes on him. He laid my leg over his left hip. I wasn’t experienced enough to know what he had planned. It made me a bit nervous.

“You’ll like this. Relax.”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. His cock thrust into me again, and I moaned loudly. It felt like he was able to get in as far as Chad did.

Slowly Giovanni started to drive in and out of me. I grabbed his arm, overwhelmed by how good it felt. As he increased his speed, I couldn’t contain myself.

“Giovanni… I like that.” He went faster. “Oh God… Giovanni… damn… harder!” He complied, and I dug my nails into his hand.

He laced his fingers with mine, and then I screamed again. I squeezed his hand and cried out as the spasms continued. I tensed around his dick and saw his eyes close.

All of a sudden, he started almost slamming his hips into me. “Crystal… oh… God… that… feels… so… good… Oh shit... Crystal!” Then he shoved into me and leaned his head down. I felt his cock swell and shudder as his body tensed.

“I love you so much,” he breathed.

We took Giovanni’s Harley to the studio in New York City. It was a long drive from southwest New Jersey. When we arrived, Jon was in the parking lot. He was the drummer from the famous band Gasoline. He had sponsored the contest we won in Boston and signed us to his record label, Demonfire.

He looked at the bike. “Wow, Giovanni that is nice.”

Giovanni took off his helmet. “It rides smooth, too.”

“He fixes motorcycles, you know,” I told Jon.

Jon looked surprised, “Really? If you’re not too busy, mine needs some work.”

They talked as we walked into the studio. There was memorabilia and pictures everywhere. Giovanni let go of my hand when we got into the main room.

Chad was sitting on a stool. Chris, our singer, was talking to someone I didn’t recognize. Phil, who had off Tuesdays and Thursdays from his job in Atlantic City, was setting up along with the studio techs. Each one of them came and hugged me when they noticed me. They had all been protective and concerned about me for the past few weeks.

“You OK?” Giovanni kissed my lips softly. “Jon needs me.”

I nodded and watched Jon lead him to the drum set.

Chad touched my back. “Will you be OK with all the guys here?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I was nervous, but didn’t want him to worry. Since my attack, I had an extremely hard time feeling safe around strange men.

He pulled me into his arms. “I’ll be real close. Shout if you need me.” Then he grabbed his guitar case and followed one of the workers.

Tommy, Gasoline’s bassist, was in the control room. I was worried he would let it slip that we fucked after the contest more than three weeks prior. He looked busy, so I hoped he stayed up there.

I walked around, looking at the equipment, not sure what else to do. One of the men came up to me and touched my back. “Crystal, I seen you play once. You’re good.”

I didn’t know what to say. He looked at me and moved his hand up, so I moved away a bit, fear building.

“What’s wrong?”

Then another worker pulled the back of my shirt up a little. “Hey, this is a killer tattoo.”

I screamed, suddenly consumed by terror.

Giovanni came quickly and took me in his arms. “It’s all right. No one’s gonna hurt you.”

“Baby, you OK?” Chad was next to me just as fast.

I clung to Giovanni as I shook. “Please don’t let them touch me again,” I begged him, tears running down my cheeks. Filled with fear, I could not move.

“My love, you’re safe,” Giovanni assured me as he rubbed my back and held me close. “I’m here with you. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Chad had a hand on my head. “Who touched you? I’ll deck him.”

“Don’t, Chad,” Giovanni softly told him. “That’s not gonna help.”

Soon enough, the guy who lifted my shirt came back to me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Then Jon said, “You ready yet?”

“Yeah.” I let Giovanni go and followed Jon.

Walking next me, Jon said, “Crystal, I’m sorry. I didn’t get a chance to talk to everyone before you got here. It won’t happen again. I promise. Can I touch you?” When I nodded, he guided me to a room on the right.

“Thanks, Jon. You’re nothing like I thought you would be.” I reached out and hugged him.

“I told you I believe in you guys, and I can’t stand when a guy hurts a woman. We’re not gonna let it happen to you again.” He kissed my forehead. He was a huge hulk of a man, but all teddy bear.

As soon as he walked away, Tommy came to me. He smiled then got behind me. He brushed my hair away from my neck then left a trail of kisses from my shoulder up to my ear. “What’re you doing later? I got a hot tub at my place and can’t wait to get you in it.” His deep, raspy voice went right through me and melted me at the core.

“I can’t,” I told him, wishing I could.

I was glad that room was somewhat obscured, no one saw us. I still looked at Tommy as if I was a teenager. He was such a heartthrob. My crush on him didn’t end, but it was only a crush.

“Worried about your other lovers?” He breathed on my neck, sending shivers up my spine. “I won’t tell. I’ve been dreaming about getting your clothes off since Boston.” He ran his hand slowly around my body and grabbed my breast.

“Get off of me!” I shouted, suddenly full of fear again.

He backed away. “What’d I do?”

Giovanni was by my side in seconds. “What happened, my love?” He looked at Tommy, then at me. He hugged me as I started crying. “What’d you do?”

Tommy stammered, “Um, I… uh… Well…”

I sniffled. “It’s no big deal.”

Giovanni soon kissed me and left us again.

Tommy got closer, facing me. “Something happen to you?”

I nodded.

“Somebody hurt you?” He wiped a tear away with a thumb. Then he touched my side, and I jumped. His voice got softer. “Were you raped?”

I shuddered and closed my eyes. “Almost.” It came out as a squeak.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” He hugged me gently and put his fingers through my hair. “I guess later’s a no-go, huh?”

“I told you, I can’t.” I pulled away from him.

He touched my cheek. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I told you in Boston, I’d think about you. I was dying to see you again.” He kissed my cheek. “Let me know if you change your mind.” He leaned in and breathed in my ear. “I can keep it a secret.”

Then Jon came back to me. Quietly, he said, “Tommy, don’t. She’s dating the drummer. I know what you’re thinking. Use the other head today, OK?”

“Fuck you,” Tommy replied.

Jon smirked. “She turned you down, huh? Good girl, Crystal.” Then he walked back to the main room. “Let’s get started!”

We had written nine new songs for the album. We decided on keeping “Sex Addict,” “You Can’t Change Me” and “Where Is She?” After a few minutes of talking, we started out with, “I’m Gonna Be a Rockstar.”

Jon bobbed his head with the music as we went through it once for him. Just after Chad hit the last note, Jon came down the stairs. “I like that one, but its missing something.”

I moved so I could see them.

Chad had his favorite guitar strapped on. Many people took pictures of that guitar. A music website once asked Chad if they could use it in a spotlight on custom guitars. He of course said yes, and they mentioned the band’s name, which was so cool. The two-tone, black and blue body had skulls painted all over the black section of it and up the fret board. Chad had a few pairs of skull earrings, which gave him the idea to have the paint job done on the guitar.

“Try it again with this one.” Jon hit a pedal on the board near Chad’s feet.

Chad played a C chord. It had an echo-type affect. “Hey, I like that. The one I got has something like it, but I never played with it before.” Chad played the entire intro with a huge smile on his face. “Damn Jon, you ain’t kidding, much better.”

“Everything’s gotta be just right.” Jon started walking back to the control room. Then he asked over the speaker, “Did you guys write background vocals for this one?”

Chris got back in front of his mic. “No, do you want them?”

“Yeah, but we can record them after.” For a minute, we only heard muffled voices. Then Jon continued. “You and Chad should do them together. I like how it sounds when you guys do choruses. Chad, you ever thought about singing one of your own songs?”

Chad looked nervous. “I don’t sing man; I just shout the words.”

“Fine.” Jon sounded disappointed. “Everybody get back in place.”

When we finished that run-through, Jon called down to us. “It’s still missing that grit you usually have. If you guys are just nervous, relax.”

I
was
nervous, and I was pretty sure everyone else was, too. Giovanni wasn’t playing as loud, and Chad was paying more attention to getting every note right than to really getting into it.

Jon said, “How about this? Do it again without us recording. Pretend you’re at a bar and just get into it.”