Sinners On Tour 02 Rock Hard (22 page)

“Don’t stop. Pull my hair. Hurt me, Sed.”

He yanked her hair again, even harder this time. Her neck jerked back at a vicious angle.

She laughed huskily. “Yeah, now fuck your dirty bitch like a dog. Fuck her good and hard like she wants it.”

He almost came right then. She didn’t give him time to collect his wits. She rocked forward and back, urging him into motion. He met her strokes, thrusting hard, pulling her hair with each penetration. He leaned forward and grabbed the globe of her breast in his free hand, pinching her nipple hard between his thumb and the side of his index finger, rolling it back and forth and then soothing the ache by massaging with the palm of his hand.

“Yes,” she gasped.

He ran his hand from her breast down to her clit, pinching it between thumb and fingertips, stroking it front and back. He thrust his cock into her with the same rhythm and tugged on her hair. She sputtered as she came for the third time. He released her hair and she collapsed onto her face, still shuddering in the aftermath of her quick and dirty release. He pulled out and pushed her down flat on her stomach. He slid her body forward across the smooth chocolate-brown comforter until she spilled over the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing?” she asked, catching her fall with her hands on the floor.

“Preparing you for number four.”

“Number four?”

He entered her from behind again, his hands on her thighs to keep her from falling off the bed. Keeping her hanging upside down over the edge of the bed without sending her toppling to the floor took extreme concentration, but he loved rubbing his balls against her clit with each penetration. She held still, just taking him. Taking him. Allowing him inside her body. Accepting his possession. His domination.

His balls tightened. Not yet, he thought.

He refused to let go until he made her come ten times. Ten times in a row. He had to hold back. He buried himself deep and held still, rocking slightly, letting the spasms of pleasure take him, but squeezing the muscles at the base of his cock as his seed tried to erupt in spurts. No, not yet. Not yet. Ungh.

Jessica held perfectly still, letting him regain control. When he’d forced it back, he began to move inside her again.

“I think I’m going to pass out,” Jessica said. “I’m getting dizzy.”

“Then you better come quick.”

“Sing to me.”

He grinned, grinding his balls against her again before withdrawing. “Do you have a request?”

“Something romantic.”

“Then nothing Sinners,” he said, laughing. He continued to possess her with a consistent and relentless tempo.

“‘G-good-bye Is Not Forever’ is…oh, oh, I’m getting close again. Harder, Sed.”

“Nope. This is all you get.” He sang to her though as he kept the same slow pace, his balls rubbing her clit, his cock filling her deep.

“
Tomorrow was my second chance to make things right but it never came. I’m sorry I never treasured the time we had for those regrets I take the blame. You gave everything you had. I took without giving back.
” Sed paused in his song, feeling ridiculous for singing it to her while they made love. “Baby, you realize this song is about Trey’s dead dog, don’t you?”

“I don’t care. Sing it. I’m so close. I can picture you up on stage. You’re so hot when you command an audience of ten thousand.”

“Fifteen thousand,” he corrected.

“Yeah. Don’t stop singing. Sing something else if you’d like.”

Actually, he’d written a song just for her a couple of years ago. Dare he put his heart on the line and sing it to her now? Why not? “
When I first realized that—”

“Oh Sed, put your finger in my ass, please. I feel so empty there.”

“If I let go of your legs, you’ll fall on your head.”

She shifted, supporting her entire weight on one hand so she could rub her finger over her anus in a circular motion. “Ungh, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna…” He watched her slide her finger deep inside her back entrance and almost followed her into orgasm as she cried out. She thrust her finger in and out of her ass while her pussy clenched around his cock.

“Damn that’s sexy, baby. Does it feel good?”

Her answer was a hoarse cry. She wriggled her finger inside until she stopped shuddering and then pulled it out, redistributing her weight on both hands again. He eased out of her body and she did a somersault off the bed, landing gracefully on her back on the carpeted floor.

He climbed from the bed and tumbled her beneath him, kissing her skin tenderly from her lips to her breast. He drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked gently. She sighed, her fingers stroking his hair.

He loved her so much. Was she ready to hear it yet? He feared she’d leave if he brought it up.

“I’m completely satisfied,” she murmured. “You can let go inside me.”

He lifted his head to look down at her. “You sure?”

She nodded and spread her legs for him. He slid inside her again with no intention of letting go. This one would make five. She had six more orgasms to go. She worked him as he thrust into her, using those amazing muscles inside her body that thrilled his cock like nothing else. She succumbed to the maddening delight first, however, and shuddered beneath him sometime later.

“You’re still holding back?” she whispered, her eyelids heavy with spent desire.

“I’m not trying to,” he lied. “Let’s try the love seat.”

He bent her over the back of the piece of furniture and thrust his fingers into her ass as he pounded his cock into her pussy. She didn’t last five minutes that way. As her sixth orgasm rippled through her, Sed grinned to himself. God, he loved this woman.

“You still didn’t come?” she gasped, as he led her out of the bedroom and into the loft.

“Maybe with you on top.” He settled into his wide and comfortable recliner and she climbed on his lap. She turned on the chair’s vibration, which felt wonderful on his tired muscles. Fucking her properly was hard work, but the rewards were well worth the effort. She sank down on his cock.

He’d never felt her work so hard at pleasing him. Her pussy tugged at him relentlessly as she concentrated on making him come. Since she was in charge, he could lean back and count backwards from a thousand. He kept losing his place and gasping in bliss. The woman was determined to succeed. He slid a hand between their bodies and stroked her clit while she rose and fell.

“You’re going to make me come again,” she complained.

“We should come together,” he murmured.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “You’ll know when.”

But when she shuddered with release, he still held back.

“I don’t understand,” she whispered, almost in tears. “Doesn’t it feel good, Sed? Don’t you like it?”

He hadn’t meant to upset her. “That was seven,” he told her, stroking her hair from her face. “You get ten before I get one.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m exhausted.”

“Then just lie there.”

“Where?”

“On the pool table.”

He used his fingers and mouth to drive her to her eighth orgasm as she writhed on the green felt of his pool table. He then led her out onto the balcony.

“Someone will see,” she protested as he pressed her naked body up against the railing.

“We’re on the top floor. No one can see us.”

He cuddled up against her back and entered her from behind. He suckled her neck and rubbed his hands over her perfect breasts, her flat belly, the flair of her hips. They watched the sun set into the ocean as they mated to the rhythm of the waves. It was twilight before she found release again.

“One more?” she whispered, obviously exhausted.

“Yeah. The hot tub should be nice and warm.” He was glad he’d thought to turn it on before she’d arrived.

They entered the huge tub and she climbed on his lap, facing him. His dick felt so abused at this point he wasn’t sure if he could come at all. She found energy somewhere and rose and fell over his lap, tightening around him, relaxing. He let himself feel it this time. Let the urgency build. No holding back. Well, a little.

“Are you close again, baby?” he asked, forcing his eyes open marginally.

She was utterly stunning, her skin wet and rosy, her breasts rising above and sinking below the water as she rode him. “Yeah. I’m gonna come again.” She bit her lip and twisted her hips. His entire cock throbbed from swollen head to parts unseen within his body.

“Good. Good. Oh.” Release caught him by surprise, his seed erupting from him like a raging volcano. It pumped into her body, the spasms intense, the pleasure incredible. He gasped, still spurting, still filling her body, still blinded by bliss. “Jessica. Oh God, Jessica.” He couldn’t breathe. Could only come and come and come. Even after his cum was spent, his muscles continued to contract at the base of his cock. He grabbed her ass and held her down, groaning in some abyss between ecstasy and agony. When it finally subsided, he took a deep breath and collapsed against the edge of the hot tub.

“Did you come again?” he asked her. He’d been too caught up in his own pleasure to pay attention to her reactions.

“Nine orgasms is plenty, Sed,” she murmured, cuddling against his chest.

He wrapped an arm around her loosely, drawing her closer. He draped his other arm over his eyes. “Well, next time then.”

“Yeah, next time.” Beneath the water, her fingers gently stroked the skin over his ribs. She kissed his collarbone. If she was half as exhausted as he was, she simply lacked the energy to find his mouth. They sat there for a long time, their bodies still intertwined in the roiling hot water, trying to regain their bearings.

“Did you miss me, baby? Is that why you called begging for a place to stay?” Sed murmured, his brain obviously not functioning.

Jessica stiffened, moved from his lap, and started to climb from the hot tub.

He opened his eyes to look at her. “Jess, where are you going?”

The look she gave him might just freeze the steaming water around him.

“I didn’t call
begging
for a place to stay,” she sputtered.

Her slick, wet skin begged for his touch as she hauled herself out of the hot tub and darted into the apartment through the open glass doors. He sighed loudly and forced himself to stand, water pouring from his body in torrents. He hadn’t meant it that way. Would he ever get this right with her? He honestly didn’t know how and it frustrated him to no end.

Sed stumbled his way back into the house. When he found her in the bedroom, she was already halfway dressed. Her clothes clung to her wet body, but she couldn’t seem to get away fast enough.

“Jess, don’t go. I didn’t mean you actually begged. It came out wrong. I’m glad you’re here.” He had to convince her to stay. Whatever it took. The was no way in hell he was letting her walk away from him twice in one day.

“I’m going to my mother’s.” She slipped into her sandals and slung her bag over her shoulder.

“You’d rather stay with sicko Ed than here with me?” He couldn’t believe she was willing to go anywhere near her perverted stepfather.

The blood drained from Jessica’s face and she covered her stomach with one hand. “Don’t do that to me,” she said. “Don’t make me feel trapped here.”

If that’s what it took, he’d do it. “Your mother is still married to the guy, isn’t she?”

Jessica nodded, her bag sliding from her shoulder to the crook of her elbow.

“I bet he climbs into your bed naked while you’re not there. Rubs his body between your sheets. Makes out with your pillow. Plays with himself while he thinks of you and comes all over your mattress.”

“Shut up!”

“Enjoy your family reunion.” He headed to the bathroom for a towel.

She followed him. “You’re such an asshole. You’ll do anything to get your way, won’t you?”

“I’m not sure why you’re leaving. I said I didn’t mean it that way. But go ahead. Leave.” He wasn’t sure what he’d do if she actually left. Groveling came to mind. So did physical restraint. “I’m sure I can find someone to keep me entertained until the band goes back on tour.” Lying worked okay sometimes, but he knew her reluctance to go home was his best bet. “And I know your mom and
Ed
will be happy to see you.”

Her bag dropped to the floor. She looked physically ill. “I’ll stay, but I’m sleeping in your guest room and as soon as Myrna pays me, I’ll have rent money for you.”

Heh, I win.
“I don’t want your money, Jessica. If you insist on compensating me, just suck my cock twice a day,” he teased.

He reached for her, but she took a step back. She lifted an eyebrow at him, her nostrils flared. “Just when I start to think you’re
not
the biggest asshole on the planet, you go and ruin it by opening your mouth.”

Well, shit. Now what had he said wrong?

Sed clasped Eric’s hand and clapped him on the back. “Did you bring it?”

“Yep.” Eric handed Sed a huge stack of guitar music. Music Brian had written while making love to Myrna. The sheer quantity was overwhelming. The quality? Perfection.

“Awesome,” Sed said. “I invited Jace, by the way.”

Eric rolled his eyes. “Why?”

“Uh, he’s our bassist.” Sed shifted the stack of music under one arm and stepped further into the condo, ushering Eric inside. “He’s already in the studio.”

“If he annoys me, you have to send him home. I can’t compose when I’m annoyed.”

“He won’t annoy you. Gush all over you? Maybe.”

Eric followed Sed to the spare bedroom he’d had converted into a studio. This would be the first time they’d had a chance to use it. “Got beer?” Eric asked.

“I always have beer.”

“And lyrics?”

“Some. I’ll show you what I have. We’ll probably need to add to them.”

“I brought a couple of ideas.” Eric fished a tiny wirebound notebook out of his inner vest pocket.

“We’ll take a look.”

Eric entered the studio, checking out the soundboard, recording equipment, and various instruments. They didn’t plan to actually record here, but if they ever decided to drop their record label, it was equipped for it. Eric sat in the chair across the square coffee table from Jace. “Hey, little man. Been keeping busy?”

Jace rubbed his earring between his thumb and forefinger. “No. I’m ready to get back on the road.”

“Yeah, no kidding. I hope Trey gets better soon.”

“He won’t get better until he starts trying. Lazing around by his parents’ pool all day isn’t helping,” Sed said, scowling. “I guess I’ll have to go straighten him out.”

“That’s probably a good job for Brian. Put him on it,” Eric said.

“That would require Brian leaving Myrna’s bed for more than five minutes. Ain’t gonna happen.”

“Speaking of women in bed, where’s Jess?”

“She went to a yoga class and then to go pick up her mail from her mother’s house. She’s sure to be in a foul mood when she returns, so let’s get busy.” It had taken her a week to get up the nerve to go visit her mother and she’d only agreed to it because Ed was away on business.

“This should be cool.” Jace sat up straighter so he could see all the scraps of music on the coffee table.

Sed and Jace watched Eric riffle through the stack of guitar music.

“I looked at some of this last night,” Eric said. “Lots of good stuff here.” He sorted the music into about twenty piles spread from one corner of the large square coffee table to the other. He held his hand out to Sed. “Lyrics?”

Sed handed him his lyrics notebook. He experienced strange jolts of nervousness in his belly as Eric read through the pages.

Eric tore a page out and set it on a stack of music in the center of the table. “You been tormented lately, Sed?” Eric asked. “Lots of angst in here.”

Sed shrugged, feeling self-conscious. His lyrics were always highly personal. It was like exposing his soul to the world.

“The fans will love this.” Eric ripped out another page and handed it to Jace. “Read that.”

Hands on his thighs, Sed gripped the fabric of his jeans to keep himself from snatching the page out of Jace’s hands. This was a hell of a lot easier when he didn’t participate. In the past, he’d just supplied some lyrics and saw the finished products as songs.

“Awesome,” Jace said. “What’s it about?”

Sed took the page from him and read the title. “Sever.” He’d written this after he’d seen a captain go down with his ship in a movie. He’d thought the guy was an idiot. “Cutting ties.”

“Let’s start with that one,” Eric said, setting the notebook aside. “I know just the music for it. Hard and heavy.” He scanned the sets of music on the table, lifted a stack, and set it on his knee. “Here it is. Jace, hand me a guitar. I need to hear it.”

Jace glanced around the room and spotted the acoustic sitting on a stand in the corner. He retrieved it and handed it to Eric. Eric tuned the guitar in Brian’s typical drop D, and then played a few bars of the riff. He didn’t have Brian’s innate soloing skill, but Eric could play. “Yep,” he said, shifting that score to his other knee. He read from the next score and played a few bars of a solo at half tempo. “We’ll make this the bridge.”

“A solo for a bridge?” Jace asked.

“It will work. Brian will love adding embellishments between stanzas. You know how he is.” Eric pulled a pen out of his pocket and scratched out a few lines of music, adding a couple of notes in their place.

“Yeah.” Jace looked awestruck.

Eric rearranged the sections several times and then nodded. “Okay, I’ve got the guitar music worked out. Now we need the bass line.” He glanced at Jace.

Jace jumped to his feet and pulled his bass out of the case behind the leather sofa. Eric pulled two sets of drumsticks out of his pockets. Sed wondered if he had a drum kit in that pocket, too. Eric tapped a rhythm on the table with his sticks. “Match it.”

Jace plugged his bass into a practice amp and strummed a line distinctly Sinners. Yet, more. How had he managed to improve perfection? It struck Sed that they were about to take their music to the next level. With their bassist, of all people.

He glanced at Eric to see if he recognized it too.

“Not bad,” Eric said, nodding in appreciation. Didn’t Eric hear him? The guy was a phenomenon. His sound was so much richer than Jon’s had been, it was as if they didn’t even play the same instrument. They had to exploit the hell out of Jace’s talent on the new album. Eric glanced at Sed. “You ready to sing?”

Off in progressing-our-fame land, Sed started. “Oh yeah. I’m ready.” He cleared his throat. Even though it had been weeks since that bouncer had grabbed him at the strip club, his throat still bothered him. Not so bad that it affected his voice. It just felt different. Achy. Especially when he screamed.

“Like this,” Eric said. He sang the chorus lyrics as he envisioned them.

“
Sever it, never let it take you down.

Sever it, before it takes you under.

Sever it, tied, gagged and bound.

Sever it, no sense in going under.

Let.

It.

Go.
” Eric carried the last note for several measures and stopped tapping the table with drumsticks. “How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” Sed told him.

“Now you sing it.”

“I can’t sing in that octave. You sing it.”

“I’m the drummer, not the singer.”

“You used to be. So sing that chorus and in the background, I’ll scream like this:

Sever.

Severrrrrrrrr.

Severrrrrrrrrrrrr.
” Sed let each roar increase in length and volume.

“Sing it together,” Jace requested, leaning toward them, his bass guitar drooping to around knee level.

“I’m not singing,” Eric insisted. “Helloooo.” He pointed to himself. “Drummer. Drum-
mer
.”

“Humor him,” Sed said.

Eric rolled his eyes. “I feel like an ass.”

“You are an ass,” Sed insisted with a grin, “but you have the perfect pitch for this chorus. Sing.”

Eric sighed heavily and then sang the chorus, just like before. Sed entered his rumbling screams throughout Eric’s more melodic vocals. When they stopped, they stared at each other in surprise.

“That. Was. Awesome,” Jace said. “Holy shit. Do it again.”

“I can’t sing, Sed,” Eric said.

“You just did.”

“I don’t have the right stage presence to be a vocalist.”

Sed remembered telling him something like that twelve years ago. You’d think the guy would have gotten over it by now.

“Dude, I’m not handing lead vocals over to you. But there’s no reason you can’t sing that chorus from behind your drums. It sounded excellent.”

“Yeah, excellent,” Jace agreed. “My God, Eric. You’re amazing.”

Sed glanced at Jace. “You’ve got something on your nose.” Sed rubbed his own nose with the side of his finger. “Right there.”

Jace mimicked his motion. “Did I get it?”

“Nope, it’s permanently brown.”

Jace laughed and shook his head. “Jackass.”

Sed glanced at Eric, who had gone unnaturally silent. “Don’t think too hard,” Sed said. “You might hurt yourself.”

“Do you really want me to sing that chorus? I don’t want to infringe upon your territory or anything.”

“As if that’s even a possibility.”

Eric chuckled. “True, that. Okay, I’ve been thinking.”

“Now we’re in serious trouble,” Sed whispered at Jace out of the corner of his mouth.

“No, hear me out,” Eric said. “You used to play violin, right?”

Sed’s nose crinkled. “Yeah, when I was a kid.”

“We should get you an electric violin to add to a couple of songs.”

“What have you been smoking? Must’ve been some good shit.”

“Just try it. I’ll be trying something different. You should too.”

“Do I get to try something different?” Jace asked eagerly.

“No,” Eric said.

Jace scowled.

Before Sed could call Eric a freakin’ retard for not recognizing Jace’s skill, Eric said, “Well, maybe. You should add more embellishments to the bass lines to complement Brian. You’re a better bassist than Jon was. I think you need to push your skill level on the new album. You must be bored as fuck playing that repetitive shit Jon composed before you signed on.”

Jace beamed and glanced from Eric to Sed and back to Eric. “Okay.”

“Don’t get a swollen head, little man,” Eric said with a thinly veiled grin. “You’ll tip over.”

“Hey, I’ve got muscle and a great center of gravity. Unlike a certain bony drummer.”

Eric laughed, reached across the table, and punched Jace in the shoulder. Sed was glad he’d thought to invite Jace. His drummer and bassist needed to work as a unit. And his rhythm guitarist, currently putting no effort into his recovery, was necessary to bridge lead guitar with percussion and bass.

“I’m going to go call Trey,” Sed said. “He needs to be here a lot more than I do. Lyrics last. Carry on. I’ll be right back.”

“Hey, I can’t wait around here all day. I’ve got shit to do,” Eric said.

Sed left the studio and picked up the phone in the entryway. Before he could dial the number, Jessica came through the door. When she saw him standing there, she paused and then burst into tears.

He hung up the phone and drew her into his arms. “What’s wrong?”

Jessica stuffed a piece of paper in his hand. “I lost my scholarship.”

“What? Why?” His first thought was they’d found out about their little sex video. He gazed down at the crumpled paper in his hand and read the first few lines. “Academic probation? Why are you on academic probation?”

“Because Ellington failed me on my final paper, I got a C in Legal Research and Writing last year. A C
minus
.” She gulped air and sniffed her nose. “To keep my scholarship I can’t get a grade below a B. They usually give the student a chance to retake the class before they strip them of their scholarship award. Especially someone who has A’s in every other class.”

“They aren’t gonna give you another chance?”

She shook her head. “According to this, they had a meeting of the deans and because they had no way to contact me, they took the word of the instructor. She despises me, Sed. No telling what she told them.”

“Why didn’t they just call your cell phone?”

“They still have my old number.” She lifted a hand at him. “Yeah, duh, I know.”

He shrugged. “So, you go talk to the deans and try to get their decision reversed.”

“They won’t listen to me. Dr. Ellington is one of the most respected professors at the university. She carries the dean’s balls around in her pocket.”

“I’m not going to let you give up that easily, Jessica.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You’re not going to
let
me?”

“Nope.” He took her by the arm. “Let’s go. I’ll drive you to the college right now.”

She jerked her arm out of his grasp. “This is the exact reason why I broke off our engagement. You can’t tell me what to do, Sed.”

“I am telling you what to do. Get in the car.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Get in the car, Jessica.”

“Or you’ll do what?”

He knew exactly what would piss her off most. “I’ll write a check for your tuition and send the receipt to your mother.”

Her jaw dropped. “You wouldn’t!”

“Wouldn’t I?” He lifted an eyebrow at her.

“I hate you sometimes,” she sputtered.

“Only sometimes? We’re making progress.”

“I know what you’re trying to do. You can’t fix this for me, okay? So just butt out of my business.”

“I wasn’t planning on fixing it for you. I was just going to give you a ride to the college and wait outside while
you
fix it.”

She stared at him as if he’d grown a third eye.

“I can’t fix this,” she said finally. “And I can’t afford another twenty thousand dollars a year for school if I lose my scholarship.” But her expression had turned thoughtful.

“If?” he prodded.

“Maybe if I show the dean my term paper, he’ll recognize that Dr. Ellington graded me unfairly. I didn’t deserve to fail that paper. I
know
I didn’t.” She scowled, crossing her arms across her chest. She was entirely adorable when she threw tantrums. He doubted she wanted to hear that at the moment, however.

“Good. And if that doesn’t work?”

She sighed loudly. “I’ll take out loans.”

“That’s my girl.” He touched her cheek gently and she glanced up at him.

“You really are an overbearing prick sometimes, you know that?”

“Yeah, I know. I have your best interest at heart, so you forgive me. Right?”

“Heh. Hardly.”

“Yo, Sed, what’s taking so long?” Eric called from the end of the hallway. “Is Trey coming over or what?”

Sed had completely forgotten that he was supposed to call Trey. “Change of plans, dude. I have to go do something with Jessica real quick.”

Eric rolled his eyes and made a sound of annoyance. “You know bands break up because of their singers’ girlfriends for a reason.”