All I Need (3 page)

I wondered how she was in bed.  She didn’t take shit from anyone, s
o did she like to take charge? Or did she want a man to dominate her? I kept thinking about tying her to the posts of my bed back in LA and teasing her until she screamed and begged my name over and over again.

But I didn’t let her know that.

I played it cool. Oh, I noticed the way she looked at me. She would lick her lips and her nipples were always tight peaks I could see through her shirt.

I would have her soon.
I didn’t want to take her in some hallway or bathroom like I did some of the other girls around here. I wanted to take my time with her and it was hard being on the road. There was little to no privacy on the bus.

Despite the ass at my beck and call
, Lindsey filled my dreams every night. I couldn’t get her sexy lips and green eyes out of my mind. When a girl was sucking my cock, all I could think about was wrapping my hands in her red hair and fucking her mouth. Some nights I even had to imagine I was inside her pussy in order to come.

It was all so fucked up and I hate
d it. I never let a woman get into my head. I fucked them once and then I was done with them. Why couldn’t I get her out of my head?

So I drank more.

And smoked more pot.

I
was partying like it was 1999. Wasn’t that how the song goes?  It was the only thing that made the whole situation more tolerable.

We were somewhere down south and had finishe
d our show earlier in the day. It was fucking hot and humid, so I spent a good part of the day hiding in the air conditioned tour bus, sleeping and smoking. By later that evening, I was going stir-crazy so I went out in search of some pussy. 

It didn’t take me long to find a couple of girls who were more
than willing to entertain me. On the way back to the bus, they couldn’t keep their hands off of me, so we stopped among the trailers that held all of our equipment so they could go down on me. They took turns sucking my cock and licking my balls. Let me tell you, there’s nothing like having two chicks give you head. Every guy should experience it at least once.

I was about to shoot my load all over their eager faces when I looked up and saw
her
.

There was Lindsey, w
atching me with the two women. When I caught her eye I winked and smiled. She gasped and took off in a hurry. I had no idea how long she’d been standing there, but I bet she was wet and wishing she had my dick in her mouth.

I pushed the girls away
and started to stroke myself. They opened their mouth, waiting for my cum.
Sluts
. I closed my eyes and pictured Lindsey on her knees in front of me, begging for a taste. I let out a harsh groan and a long stream of cum came shooting out all over the two girls. I came hard, my knees weak and my balls tingling. Just what I needed.

I tucked my semi-erect cock back int
o my pants and zipped them up. “Thanks ladies,” I said, helping them up as they searched in their purses for something to wipe their faces with. “Maybe I’ll catch you next time I’m in town.” I patted both of their asses and turned to walk away.

I ignored their protests and kept going
. Of course they wanted more; all the women do.

I was on the
lookout for Lindsey. I wanted to see her reaction to me since she’d seen those girls sucking me off. Maybe she would be turned on and want to take her turn.

I finally found her in the hospitality tent, standing at one of the ta
ll tables and drinking a beer. I was about to approach her when Diesel saw me.

“Hey man, what’
s up?” He asked, handing me a beer. He was good at making sure I was never thirsty.

“Not much.
Just had my dick sucked by some chicks out by the trailers,” I grinned at him.

He chuckled and shook his head.
“I was thinking of talking to her,” he admitted, nodding his head towards the red head. He must have noticed me stealing glances at Lindsey.

“What do you mean?
Don’t you talk all the time now?” I asked, confused by his comment.

“No man, I mean
talk
to her. Ask her out on a date. Although I’m not sure how we can do that while on the road.”

“Right,” I nodd
ed, unsure of what else to say. I was unfamiliar with this feeling of jealousy at the thought of Diesel dating Lindsey. That was crazy; what did I care? I had no interest in her past a fuck. Maybe two.

“What do you think?
Do you think she’s interested?” He asked, sounding like a sixteen year old boy afraid to ask out a girl for the first time.

“How the fuck would I know?
She seems like a frigid bitch to me, but you can do whatever you want.” I mumbled and walked away, not wanting to have this conversation anymore.

I took my beer to the VIP section on the side of the st
age to watch the band playing. It was the last one of the night and I had to admit they were pretty good. The lead singer was female and hot as hell, but she was married to the drummer. I like to fuck lots of women, but I don’t touch married ones; at least ones I know are married.

After a couple of songs I noticed Lindsey out of the corner of my eye. She was wearing a green sundress that came
a few inches above her knees. It was the perfect shade to match her eyes; it was a striking contrast with the red hair she had piled on top of her head in some sort of messy bun. She was moving her body to the music and singing along. She looked fucking amazing. 

I went over to her and her eyes widened with
embarrassment when she saw me. I couldn’t help but smirk and lean into her. “Did you like what you saw earlier?”

She regained her composure.
“You’re a pig,” she muttered. She looked around. “Where are they?  I’m surprised you don’t drag them around to get you off whenever you feel like it.”

I put a cig
arette in my mouth and lit it. I took a long drag of it, blowing out the smoke before answering. “Don’t know, don’t care, but,” I grinned and pointed at her. “That’s a fabulous idea.”

“
You’re disgusting,” she shook her head and turned her attention back to the stage.

We sto
od together watching the show. We didn’t say anything more to each other. I don’t think she really wanted to talk to me anyway after I teased her.

Admittedly I never
stick around and watch many of the other bands’ shows, especially after being on the road with them already for a few weeks, but for some reason I didn’t want to leave her side. It was sexy to watch the way she let the music take her over, singing along. She seemed to have forgotten I was even there. Did she do that when she watched my shows?

We
’d been standing there a while when I looked down and noticed all the empty bottles around us. She had matched me beer for beer whenever someone came around to give us fresh ones and was still standing. Impressive. And fucking hot.

The band played their encore and said goodnight before the l
ights on the stage turned off. She stifled a yawn and started walking away without saying a word to me. I watched her leave, my eyes on her ass. Man, I would love to sink my teeth into it.

“
Hey Cane.” A girl in a little dress came up to me, standing close enough to press her tits into my chest. Her face was caked with makeup and the perfume she was wearing over powered my nose.

“What are you doing?”
She asked me, her tone almost accusing.

“Do I know you?” I asked, distracted and still
trying to watch Lindsey. I wondered if she had enough to drink that she would let me in her pants.

The bottled blonde crossed her arms under her ample tits, pushing them up further so I noticed th
em and gave me a fake pout. “You don’t remember me from Vegas?”

“
No, I don’t,” I shrugged but cringed a little inside, realizing what an asshole I sounded like.

She uncrossed her arms and held them at her side, her h
ands bunched into tight fists. “It’s true what they say, you are an asshole,” she said through clenched teeth.

I
looked down at her and laughed. “I never admitted to being anything else. Sorry babe.” I brushed past her and hurried in the direction I last saw Lindsey.

I checked the hospita
lity tent but didn’t see her. Maybe she was going back to the press bus. I had to catch her before she went inside.

I headed to the direction of the buses, trying n
ot to look like I was hurrying. I didn’t chase women and I wasn’t about to start tonight. I finally spotted her in the distance. She was walking slowly and I wondered if the beers she had during the show affected her more than I realized.

I looked around and didn’t see anyone, so I started jogging towards her, stopping behind her so she wouldn’t know I was running.

“Hey Lindsey,” I called out to her.

She turned around startled a
nd started to lose her footing. I reached out and grabbed her, steadying her so she didn’t fall. I held onto her longer than I needed too, enjoying the feel of her soft body against mine. She smelled like flowers and soap. She looked so vulnerable in my arms. Her lips were so plump and inviting, I started to lean down to kiss her.

“
Sorry,” she mumbled, stepping away from me; I lost my opportunity.

“No worries,” I said casually so she couldn’t
see the affect she had on me. “Headed to bed?”

“
Yes,” she nodded. “Did you need something?”

She didn’t look happy to see me and if I tried to make a move on he
r, she would probably slap me. “No, I thought maybe you would want to go to the hospitality tent with me for a few beers.”

“Why?  No more groupie sluts around tonight?”

“You don’t have to be a bitch about it,” I replied, wishing I had a better comeback than that. 

“Whatever. I’m going to bed.”
She started to turn around and I instinctively grabbed her arm. I pulled her against me. She squirmed at first, attempting to get away, but it was a half assed effort and when I leaned in to kiss her, her fight was gone.

Fuck, she tasted even better than I imagined.

Chapter Four

Lindsey

I was getting kissed by Cane Stephens.

And let me tell you, he could kiss.

He wrapped his arms around me and held me against him, backing me up until I was leaning against
a trailer for support. His lips moved over mine with a ferocity that consumed me. It was like all of the pent up sexual tension between us these last few weeks was finally being released.

He slid his arms down and clasped my hands before moving them above my head and pin
ning them there with one hand.

“
I’m not letting you get away,” he whispered with a lazy smile, giving my trapped hands a slight squeeze.

I bit my lip and nodded.
I wasn’t going anywhere after a kiss like that anyway, but I didn’t trust my voice right now. I didn’t want to tell him that either; it was sexy as hell that he was keeping me here.

I had kissed a lot of guys. A lot.
I had a thing for musicians and working for Rolling Stone had given me access to many of them. Most of them were guys no one ever heard of, but that didn’t stop me from sleeping with them. The music scene in LA was full of aspiring musicians who were excellent in bed.

He cupped my face with one hand, his thumb moving over my bottom lip
, plump from this thorough kiss. I didn’t think I’d ever seen a pair of eyes so blue as he stared into mine. They were the color of the sky on a crystal clear day.

“Lindsey, let me fuck you,” he whispered into my ear and reached down
to grip my ass with his hands. I gasped and arched into him a little; I was a sucker for a man who talked dirty. I bet Cane was an expert of filthy talk. 

He wrapped his free arm around my waist and pulled me into him so I could feel
his hard cock along my thigh. His hand moved down my side and up along my leg, reaching under my dress. His fingers toyed with the edge of my thong and moved lower, lightly touching the cleft between my thighs.

“
You’re so wet already,” he murmured, running his finger up and down the damp silk. “Do you want to come now all over my hand, Lindsey?”

Yep, he wasn’t disappointing when it came to dirty talk.

I nodded but he shook his head. “Not yet. Not until you’re begging for it.” He bent his head to kiss my neck while his fingers were so close to my sex. I was silently begging for him to touch me where I needed it most, while his teeth nibbled on the soft flesh of my neck.