Rubbed Raw (14 page)

I got undressed and joined him. “Where?” I asked as I looked up at him.

He grinned, almost wickedly, and said, “My dick.”

“You’re so bad.” I looked down at his rock-hard cock.

“And horny.” He gave me a sad face. “Please. I love how you turn a shower into foreplay.”

I poured some body wash into my palm and rubbed my hands together as I looked him over. He was so damned sexy, even with the cuts and bruises. Then I quickly slid a hand between his legs and caressed his scrotum while he moaned.

“Is this what you wanted?” I said in as husky of a voice that I could muster, “Or this?” I moved my fingers over his ass, circling his back door.

He gasped. “Oh shit!” Then he grabbed my shoulders.

“Do you want me to…” I used my knuckles to put a bit of pressure just under his testicles and then kneaded the area a bit.

He groaned and started breathing faster. “What’re you doing?”

“You like?”

“Yes,” he breathed.

I felt his cock twitch against my skin as I pushed a bit harder, stimulating his prostate from the outside.

“Fucking suck me, please!” he cried out.

I smirked and glided my hand back again, slowly grazing his opening. Then I wrapped the fingers of my other hand around his cock and slid them up and down a few times. He moaned, and I looked up. The look on his face told me he wanted to cum already.

I stroked him a few more times, then washed off the soap. As soon as I got the last bit off his skin, he grabbed me by the hair, pushed me to my knees and shoved his cock down my throat. Startled by his aggressiveness, I started choking. I wanted to push him away, but then I realized the night’s events probably had him high on testosterone, and he needed the release badly.

When he started to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth while still holding my hair, I used my tongue to stop him from choking me again. He gasped and moaned loudly as I tightened my lips around his hardness.

“Yeah… Crystal… Suck it hard!”

I applied as much suction as I could while he pumped into my mouth. He pushed so hard, I still choked occasionally, but I held his hips, trying to limit it. He started moaning louder and louder as his rhythm increased. It was hard to stay in place. He kept pushing my body back.

My mouth started to ache after a while. I looked up at him, hoping to let him know I couldn’t take it much longer. His eyes had closed.

Then he gripped my hair tighter and held me still. “That’s it... God… Yes… Fuck, Crystal!” His shouted just before his cock erupted.

I grabbed his arms as I tried to swallow his semen quickly, mostly succeeding, but a bit seeped out of the corner of my mouth. When he pulled his cock out, I licked a few drops off my lips.

“Damn, that was just amazing,” Giovanni suddenly said. He took my hands in his and pulled me back up. Then he kissed my lips. “Sorry I was so rough. I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

I hugged him. “It’s OK. I get it.”

Next, he slowly washed my body. While helping me rinse off, he pulled my back against him. I leaned my head on his chest and closed my eyes. His hands roamed all over my body then stopped at my breasts. He gently squeezed them then rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

“The most beautiful breasts in the world, and they’re mine.”

I looked up at him, and he was smiling down at me. “They’re attached to me you know.”

“That’s why I love them even more.” He gave my nipples a tug. “I love everything that’s a part of you.” Then he slid his hands down to my abdomen. “If you had my baby in here, I’d love your growing belly.” The fingers of his right hand went further south and stopped when he grazed my clit. “I love this. too.”

He started to rub me gently at first, gradually building up his intensity as I let out moan after moan. I reached up and held his neck. “Fuck me, please,” I begged him.

“No,” he whispered, and then shoved two fingers into my pussy.

I screamed as my insides quivered, and gripped him hard. My pussy contracted around his fingers again and again. When my body stilled, he pulled them out.

“I’m sorry. I’m exhausted. I gotta get some sleep.” He kissed my cheek and let out a quiet groan then left me standing there.

I leaned on the wall, a bit confused. He had never turned down sex after our first time together. I worried he was hurt more than he admitted to.
Should I bring him to a hospital? Could he have a head injury?
That would explain it.

When I was out and dried off, I went back into the kitchen, naked and started cleaning the dinner dishes again. I heard Giovanni moving on the bed. It sounded like he was uncomfortable and with all the bruises, that made sense.

“Crystal, come to bed,” he called to me.

I looked into the sink. “I’m almost done.”

“Are you washing dishes naked?”

“Yes.”

About a minute later, I heard him say from close by, “Reminds me of that time at Chad’s.” Then I felt his body against me. “You doing naked housework is such a turn-on.” He slid his stiff cock between my legs.

I could feel that he had a condom on. I closed my eyes, wanting him even more than I did in the shower. He glided the head of his dick over my clit, and I moaned. Then he lifted me up and bent me over the sink, my breasts hanging just over the plates.

“Never got the image of doing this outta my head,” He whispered as he slowly drove into my pussy. “I had a hard-on all day.” He ground his hips into mine. “I should’ve just fucked you that morning. I wanted you. I needed you. I loved you so much.” He started to thrust quickly. “Uh… God, I love this pussy.”

I had my elbows resting on the edge of the sink, and my hands balled into fists as the first waves of ecstasy came over me. Then I cried out, “Oh, God, Giovanni!” I closed my eyes as my whole body trembled.

After that, the only sounds out of him were those of pleasure. He gasped every time my pussy held him tightly inside. When he started to ram his cock into me hard and fast, I whimpered in pain. The intensity built even more with each stroke. I wanted to ask him to stop, but couldn’t get the words out.

Giovanni growled softly, “Oh… oh… uh!” He was getting close, and I was glad.

I surprisingly came again with a scream. The spasms continued for a long while. Giovanni began slamming his hips into me even harder, his orgasm eminent. Then the pain grew, all over. I realized the position was a very bad idea. Tears started falling as I felt him smacking into my bruises over and over again, but I knew he was almost there. I couldn’t stop him.

“Crystal… Crystal!” he shouted. He cried out as his hips stopped. His cock swelled and throbbed. Then he clutched my hips hard, and leaned on me while I felt him expel his load.

When he pulled out, I yelped.

“What’s wrong?”

“It hurts,” I whined, and then let my tears flow freely.

He got me down and turned me around. “I’m sorry. What hurts?” He hugged me tightly. Then suddenly I felt his body stiffen. “Shit! You’re still sore, and I was pounding your bruises.”

“Yeah.” I leaned my head on his chest.

He stroked my hair. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I just got so worked up, I couldn’t resist. I promise I’ll be more careful next time.” Then he lifted me up and brought me to bed.

The next day, as soon as we got to the studio in the van, I could see it was going to be a bad day, yet again. Chad watched me every time I walked, which I tried to limit. He and Giovanni glared at each other during the first take of “Nothing Else Like It.” It sounded awful, and the second time was even worse. Afterward, I came out of my nook in the studio.

“Stop fucking up so much!” Giovanni yelled at Chad, standing up as soon as we had stopped playing.

Chad growled, “I’m not the one fucking up. You’re off today!”

“I ain’t the problem.” Giovanni came out from behind the drum set and around the four-foot sound buffering wall. “You can’t keep your fucking eyes off of her, can you?”

Chad looked up to the ceiling. “We’re still on that? Just get over it already! I’m fucking sorry!”

“Get over it? Are you kidding? You don’t just get over something like that!”

I put my guitar down and stood between them. They were still at least 10 feet apart, but I was sure that would change quickly. “Can we talk about this somewhere else?”

“Stay out of this!” Giovanni shouted at me.

I couldn’t believe my ears. “I’m part of this, too.”

“Crystal, please. If you don’t keep away from me right now, I’m gonna do something stupid,” Giovanni pled.

“Baby, he’s right. Go back over there.” Chad pointed to my bass.

“Don’t tell her what to do!” Giovanni was getting even angrier.

Jon came out of the control room. “All right, all right, I had enough. I don’t give a shit what Chad did. This ends now.” He went to Giovanni. “We’re gonna talk.” Giovanni followed him. Then Jon grabbed Chad’s shirt, “You too.”

I followed them because Chad was overly passionate about protecting me. They all walked into the hallway, and Jon opened a door to a conference room. “No. You stay out here,” he told me after he shoved Chad and Giovanni into the room. “I know what I’m doing.”

I turned around. Tommy was close by, talking to Dominic. Chris was talking to Sam and Crazy Mike in a corner. The other guys were just waiting around. Then I looked through the open blinds of the conference room. Giovanni was waving his hands and talking to Jon. Chad was talking almost at the same time.

“Let him talk, Chad,” Jon insisted.

Then Giovanni said, “He fucked Crystal in our apartment.”

“Did you see what he did to her ass?” Chad came back with. “It looks like he beat the shit outta her.”

Then Jon closed the door, and I only heard mumbled words for a long time. I could tell Chad and Giovanni were no longer talking, but shouting at each other and getting angrier every minute. Jon was able to keep them apart, so maybe it was working.

Suddenly I heard Giovanni scream, “It’s none of your fucking business what me and her do in bed!”

“She can’t even fucking walk,” Chad replied just as loud. “How the hell could you do that to my baby?” Then he swung at Giovanni and hit him on the cheek.

Giovanni reacted immediately and punched Chad in the eye. After a few more blows from both of them, Jon intervened and separated them. I was getting nervous and wanted to make them stop.

Soon hands were on my shoulders. “Jon knows how to diffuse things like this,” Tommy whispered. “Give him some time, and relax.”

Suddenly, I heard a thud. I looked up and saw Giovanni throw a chair at Chad. Then there was another thud just after Chad hit the floor. I pulled away from Tommy and opened the door. “Stop it! You’re gonna kill him.”

“Baby, get out, please!”

Giovanni didn’t even glance my way. “If you touch her again, I’ll kill you! Why’d you think you can fuck her whenever you want?”

“Please, man, calm down. I gave her up for you.” Chad looked my way again as he got to his feet. “Baby, leave now!”

Then Giovanni ran at him and shoved him into the wall. “She’s not yours! She never was!” He slammed Chad’s head into the wall again then started punching him.

“Get off him!” I screamed and pulled Giovanni’s arm.

“No, baby!”

Without turning his head, Giovanni shoved me. “Lay off, man!”

I fell into a hard-backed chair, flipped over it and ended up on my already sore ass. I was stunned and in pain, but as soon as I came to my senses, I got up. Then I pushed Giovanni, who didn’t seem to feel it. “Stop it!” I shouted and punched his back.

“I told you to stay out,” Jon said as he came towards me.

Giovanni turned to me and yelled, “Fuck off, Jon!” Then he punched me in the eye. I landed on my back a few feet away and my head smacked the floor, hard.

Chad screamed, “You don’t fucking hit my baby, you stupid son of a bitch!”

After that, the fight must have escalated. The noise volume rose, while I lay on the floor. I tried to sit up, but was dizzy and disoriented.

“Somebody get my bag, and the first aid kit,” Dominic shouted as he sat on the floor with me, shifting into paramedic mode. Then he leaned my body against his. “Crystal, look at me. I have to see your eye.”

I looked up. I could barely make out his face. “He hit me.”

“I know.” He started opening my blouse. “Your chest is red. Wow, he shoved you hard.” I groaned as Dominic sat me up. “What else hurts?” He asked.

“My back.”

He took my blouse off and handed it to Tommy. “Fuck, it’s bruised too. Jon, do something about them. He really hurt her.”

I hadn’t even realized Chad and Giovanni were still fighting. I looked up, but they were really blurry. I heard grunting, groaning and blows.

“Come on. I’m bringing you inside.” Dominic took my hands and helped me up.

I was still dizzy, so I almost fell.

Tommy grabbed me fast. He held my body to his. “Babe, I think we gotta bring you to the hospital.”

“No, please. I hate doctors,” I begged him. “Dom can help me. Please.” I tried to pull away from him, but had to put my head on his shoulder from light-headedness.

Tommy lifted me up and carried me to another room. “Babe, you have to do whatever Dominic tells you to. I swear he knows what he’s doing.”

“Put her in the chair,” Dominic said.

Tommy put me down, but he knelt on the floor between my legs and held my thighs. Dominic shined a light in my eyes. Then I felt something cold on my back and jumped.

“It’s an ice pack,” Dom explained. “Tommy, put this one on her chest. Hey, Chris, come hold this to her eye. He fucked her up pretty good.” Then he touched the back of my head, and I groaned, “Mike, gimme another one for her head.”

My body tilted back, and I saw who I assumed was Chris over me. Soon after, my whole body was shaking. By then, I was a bit confused. I could hear noises and people moving, but couldn’t tell where anyone was.

“Crystal, are you nauseous?” Dominic asked.

I tried to find him, but my vision was too blurry. I just whimpered, unable to talk.

“I’m so sorry,” I suddenly heard Giovanni say.

I tried to turn my head, but someone held me still. Then I tried to talk, but still couldn’t form words.