Sinners On Tour 04 Wicked Beat (5 page)

“Trying to have kids? No way in hell. I don’t want any kids. Not my idea of a good time.”

Rebekah’s avatar met an untimely end as she took her eyes off the TV to look at Trey. He didn’t want kids? She was just the woman not to give them to him.

“I love kids,” Eric said. “They’re so much fun.”

Rebekah scowled. Her avatar regenerated on screen, and she blasted an unlucky alien to bits.

In the darkness, Rebekah rolled onto her back and stared at the bunk overhead. Trey slept up there. She could hear his soft snores. He hadn’t spoken a word to her all evening. She’d had fun with the other guys, but Trey was obviously avoiding her. She rolled onto her side, restless and horny. She regretted making Trey and Eric stop their combined seduction more and more with each passing minute. Maybe they wouldn’t notice that her body was weird. It had been almost two years since her surgery. Maybe things were better now. How could she know if she didn’t try?

Feeling claustrophobic in her little curtained bunk, she tugged the curtain back. Across the way, the light in Eric’s bunk was on. He looked up from the book he was reading. When she tried to see the title on the spine, he shifted it so she couldn’t read it. The tease. Like her. Did Trey really think she was a cock tease? She hadn’t meant to be. It had just sort of happened that way.

Thinking about what had almost transpired in the garage made her skin hot. And being on a bus with five virile men all evening didn’t do much to cool her off. She kicked off her covers and rolled onto her back again. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye and turned her head enough to catch Eric watching her. She followed his piercing gaze to her cleavage. The way he looked at her made her want to feed his desire. Maybe she should try sex with Eric. He’d probably be less critical of her body than Trey would be. She wasn’t sure what compelled her to tug her loose tank top down until one bare nipple appeared above the neckline. Eric’s excited gasp made that nipple bud into a hardened point.

Jeez, why did her nipples get hard every time that guy looked at them? Annoyed, she rubbed a hand over her breast, trying to get her reaction under control. It only managed to make her nipple harder. Probably because it felt so good. Damn, she was horny. Her sex drive had been nonexistent for almost two years. This was a welcome, though unexpected, change.

Eric’s book tumbled to the floor, and she looked down at it. Shakespeare? Really? She glanced at him and found him watching her with a look of unquenchable desire on his ruggedly handsome face. Did he like watching her rub her own breast that much?

She plucked at her nipple with her fingertips to see how Eric would react. He shifted in his bunk and took a deep, shuddering breath. If she kept going, would he get excited enough to touch himself? She licked her lips. Their eyes met. She wanted him to become so aroused that he couldn’t help but touch himself.

She used her toes to yank her curtain open farther. She then pulled her top down in front until both breasts were fully exposed. Pretending she wasn’t putting on a little show for Eric, she pressed her breasts together, rubbed them with her palms, and plucked at her nipples until they were both standing at rigid attention. She licked her fingers and slid the wetness over her pebbled flesh. She wondered what Eric’s strong fingers would feel like against her nipples. The memory of his thumb against her lower back and the instep of her foot had her attempting to copy his technique. She cupped one breast in each hand and rubbed her thumbs over both nipples in firm, repetitive circles. While no substitute for the real thing, it did feel good. Knowing he was watching her made it feel a thousand times better. Her eyes drifted closed, head tilted back, mouth dropped open. “Oh, yes,” she whispered.

Across the aisle, Eric gasped brokenly.

Did he think she was sexy? Or just pathetic?

“Eric.” She hadn’t meant to say his name. She bit her lip and peeked at him through one half-closed eye.

His blue eyes were glazed with desire. For
her
? She slid a finger into her mouth and sucked. He pressed his tongue against his upper lip then eased his curtain open, revealing a hard-muscled, long, and lean torso. He had perfectly sculpted arms, shoulders, and chest. A drummer’s body. She could see the hint of his washboard abs. A small ring pierced one nipple. Unfortunately, the curtain obscured his lower body. Was he entirely naked? She wished he would open his curtain and let her see the rest of his body. His cock. She wanted to see it. Was he hard?

She slid her finger into her mouth to wet it. She then rubbed it over her aching nipple and down the center of her belly. Eric’s chest rose and fell with excited breaths. He shifted and fumbled with something behind the curtain below his waist. He sucked a breath between his teeth, and his eyes drifted closed in bliss. Oh God, was he touching himself now? She couldn’t see what he was doing below the waist, but his arm was moving rhythmically.

His eyes opened and he rubbed his face against his pillow, his mouth open. Wow, he looked sexy. Did she look that sexy to him? She lowered her hand and cupped her mound through her pajama bottoms. She was hot. And getting wet. It took a lot to get her wet, but that look on his face had her fluids flowing freely. She wanted to touch herself while Eric touched himself. And she wanted him to see her do it.

She glanced at the bunk above Eric’s where Jace slept to make sure his curtain was closed completely. Heart thudding with excitement, Rebekah pushed her curtain open farther. She glanced across the aisle, waiting for Eric to reciprocate. He watched her, his head tilted back slightly, his arm still moving with the same rhythm, but he didn’t open his curtain, didn’t show her what she wanted to see. She could tease too.

Rebekah removed her tank top and matching pajama bottoms, leaving her in nothing but her panties. She rolled onto her side, presenting her back to Eric. She played with her breasts, not sure which excited her more: knowing he was watching, or the actual attention she paid to her flesh. Okay, who was she kidding? Knowing he was watching was all the appeal.

She heard his curtain slide. She looked over her shoulder wondering if he’d shut her out. No, he’d opened it farther. She could see Eric’s navel now and his forearm moving against his belly as he stroked his cock, but she still couldn’t see what she really wanted to see.

Her back still to Eric, she ran one hand over her ass. Eric sucked a breath through his teeth. He liked that, did he? Would he like to see more?

She rolled to face him and thrust her breasts forward, rubbing her hands over her belly, sides, and hips with a featherlight touch. When she covered her mound with one hand and squeezed, Eric’s entire body jerked with excitement. She wanted to show him more. Show him everything.

Rebekah eased her panties down her thighs, removed them, and tossed them across the aisle into Eric’s bunk. His breath caught. He picked up her panties with his free hand and pressed them to his nose. He inhaled deeply and then shuddered.

“Oh dear God,” he groaned.

Trembling, Rebekah spread her thighs and tested her excitement. Her pussy was delightfully wet. Her lips swollen and achy. She brushed two fingers against her clit and jerked with excitement. She hadn’t been this worked up since before her surgery. The doctor had said she’d never get her sex drive back. Heh, wrong, Doctor Dumbass.

Rebekah rubbed her breast with one hand, the excited flesh between her thighs with the other. Her pleasure built until she was writhing with excitement in her bunk. Oh. Oh? Was she going to come? She couldn’t do that anymore, could she? She hadn’t been able to with Isaac after her hysterectomy.
Don’t think about him
, she chastised herself.

Rebekah rolled onto her back and ran her hands down over her belly and between her thighs. She opened her legs and slid two fingers inside her pussy. She was so wet. Couldn’t remember ever being this turned on. She wanted Eric to see. To see her plunging her fingers into her own body. She turned around in her bed so that her head was at the foot and rolled onto her stomach, trying to find a position where he would be able to see the most. She moved her bent legs up under her belly, her knees just under her ribs, and spread her legs wide.

“So beautiful,” he murmured.

She moved her arm beneath her body, down its center, between her legs. She stroked at her throbbing clit, undulating her hips in excitement. Could he see what she was doing? She plunged her fingers deep inside, and Eric cursed under his breath. Oh yeah, he could see everything. She turned her head, her left cheek pressed against her mattress so she could watch his face. Her excitement built as she stroked her clit and drove her fingers deep into her slick passage. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as her body convulsed with release. She felt the clenching of her pussy around her fingers as the ripples of pleasure pulsed through her. Rebekah collapsed and stretched out on her side, still trembling with the aftereffects of her orgasm. The first she’d had in a long time. Way too fucking long.

Eric pushed his curtain back, revealing his long cock. She watched him stroke himself for several minutes, his fingers wrapped around his flesh, drawing up and down its length with gentle, fast strokes. She strained her ears to hear the sounds of flesh on flesh and the excited hitch in his breath. She had the sudden urge to want to come with him. She opened her legs again and stroked her clit with the same rhythm he used. She decided watching the look on his face was almost as sexy as watching his hand slide over his cock, almost as sexy as thinking about it between her lips. She sucked on the fingers of her free hand, wanting him in her mouth, wondering what his cum would taste like. She slid the fingers of her other hand in and out of her pussy, imagining him thrusting into her, longing to have his slim hips between her quaking thighs. The involuntary arch in Eric’s back told her he was close to release. She stroked her clit more vigorously, afraid she’d miss her chance to come with him. Watching the fluids erupt from his body, watching him catch his cum in his free hand, watching him rub it over his cock from tip to base while he stared at her through half-lowered lids sent her over the edge. She cried out as a second orgasm pulsed through her body.

The curtain above her opened, and Trey’s face appeared upside down over the edge of his bunk. “What are you doing down there?” His eyes drifted over her nude body, to the fingers she still had buried in her pussy. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.” He flipped himself out of his bunk and onto the floor. Still senseless with spent desire, she watched Trey reach in his bunk. She couldn’t figure out why he was inserting a metal stud through his tongue and securing it in place with a metallic ball. Couldn’t figure it out until he leaned over her body and buried his face between her thighs. He rubbed the bit of metal over her clit, and she cried out in surprise. She grabbed two fistfuls of his longish hair, intending to push him away, but within seconds she was too busy writhing in pleasure to consider stopping him.

Trey’s tongue flicked against her with such perfectly timed precision, she became delirious. Rebekah shook her head side to side, knowing this much pleasure must be wrong. Trey’s hands glided up her body, hands skimming over her heated flesh. Goose bumps rose along his gentle paths. Her panting became gasping and then moaning. She had no sense of place.

Trey’s thumbs brushed over both nipples, and she cried out.

“Will you two take it to the bedroom and shut the fucking door?” Sed yelled from his bunk.

Trey lifted his head and Rebekah cried out again, this time in protest. He placed a kiss along the inner ridge of her hip bone. “Come on,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. For her. Trey Mills wanted her. She couldn’t quite grasp the concept.

Trey climbed to his feet, and her eyes fell on the tent in his shorts. Trey was hard. Excited by her body. A surge of lust flooded the apex of her thighs, and she shuddered. He offered her a hand and helped her to her feet.

“You coming, Eric?” Trey asked, catching Eric’s eye and nodding toward the bedroom.

Rebekah’s heart lurched. “What?”

“He likes to watch. You want him to, don’t you?”

She stared at Eric, who was still lounging in his bunk. She couldn’t read his expression. Bewilderment? Frustration? “Yeah. I want him.”

Trey tugged Rebekah toward the bedroom at the back of the bus.

Eric jerked the curtain of his bunk closed and buried his head under his pillow. He wanted her. Rebekah. Wanted to watch her touch herself again. Damn, that had been so hot. He’d seen a lot of things in his day, well, mostly his nights, but watching Rebekah pleasure herself had turned him on like nothing in his experience. He didn’t only want to watch her though. He wanted to touch her. Kiss her. Taste her. Smell her. Hold her. Laugh with her. Cry with her. He wanted
her.
And she wanted fucking Trey. Everyone wanted fucking Trey.

Eric yelled, “Fuck!” into his pillow and tossed it aside.

He knew it would be pure torture to watch Trey touch Rebekah, taste her, make love to her. Watch Trey do all the things he wanted to do. But Eric couldn’t resist her invitation. He knew she meant to say that she wanted him to
watch
, not that she actually wanted him, but Eric couldn’t help but get his hopes up. When Trey was finished with her, Eric could try to scrape together whatever was left of her and make it his. It had never worked in the past, but maybe this time would be different.

Eric tugged his boxer briefs up his thighs and tucked his half-hard cock into his underwear and down his thigh. He shouldn’t have jacked off in front of Rebekah. She probably thought he was some desperate loser. He located her panties and hid them under his pillow before yanking his curtain open and climbing from his bunk. He found his book on the floor and shoved that under his pillow as well, before padding down the corridor toward the open bedroom door. He could already hear Rebekah’s sighs of delight.

Frozen on the threshold, Eric stared at the bed. Rebekah lay sprawled on her back, her arms spread wide as she clung to the bedclothes, her back arched to thrust the perfect globes of her breasts upward. Her eyes were closed tightly, but her mouth hung open in blissful abandon. Whatever Trey was doing to the flesh between her legs must have felt fucking amazing.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she cried. “I’m coming. I’m coming!”

Eric’s mouth went dry, his dick hard.

“Close the door!” Sed insisted, and a spare pillow hit Eric in the back of the head.

Eric stumbled over the threshold, closed the door, and leaned his back against its cold surface for support.

He could smell Rebekah’s excitement—the musky scent of her wet pussy—like the scent of her panties, yet more pronounced. Eric shuddered and pressed his cock against his thigh so he didn’t yank it out of his drawers and start jerking it again.

Trey lifted his head and glanced over his shoulder at Eric. “There you are. Come over here where you can see.”

Eric hesitated, sparing a glance at Rebekah’s flushed face for signs of protest. She gazed at him through lowered lids, biting her lip as she wriggled her hips in anticipation of Trey’s pierced tongue. When Eric didn’t make a move, she beckoned him closer with two fingers.

Eric sprinted to the end of the bed and came to a sudden halt next to Trey. Trey grabbed Rebekah by the hips, tugged her to the bottom of the bed, and spread her legs wide.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Trey murmured. He traced the slick skin of her red and swollen inner folds with one finger.

“Yes,” Eric agreed. Eric’s dick twitched as Trey’s finger continued to explore Rebekah’s excited flesh.

“She’s hot,” Trey said.

“Yes.”

“Wet.”

Eric nodded. Her pussy was so wet, her juices were trickling from her inner folds over her ass. Kneeling on the floor between Rebekah’s parted thighs, Trey leaned forward and rubbed the stud in his tongue along one slippery lip. Her hips buckled. The other lip now. He slipped the tip of his tongue inside her, and she cried out. Eric couldn’t stand it. He slipped a hand into his underwear and held the hot flesh of his cock, squeezing its head to try to abate his excitement.

Trey’s tongue slid from her pussy and flicked over her clit. Rebekah cried out and grabbed Trey’s head with both hands. “Oh God, Trey. Lick it fast. Fast and harder!” As she pressed Trey’s face against her, her arms blocked Eric’s view, which was probably a blessing in disguise.

Trey captured her hands and linked his fingers through hers. He eased her hands away so Eric could see Trey’s tongue flicking that little metal ball of delight over her swollen clit.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!” Rebekah cried, each syllable growing louder and higher pitched. When her hips buckled, Trey plunged his tongue inside her. He twirled his tongue, his piercing tracing the rim of her opening in wide arcs. She sputtered and fought to free her hands from his.

Trey eased away.

“No,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. Please. Feels… Feels… so good.” A broken sob erupted from between her lips.

“Eric can’t see if you grab my head, sweetie. You want him to see, don’t you?”

She nodded vigorously.

“Eric, why don’t you come down here for a closer look?” Trey said, looking at Eric through his longish bangs with those emerald green bedroom eyes. Trey’s lips were slick with Rebekah’s juices. Juices Eric wanted to sample.

Eric forced his hand from his cock—
fuck
, he was hard—and sat on the end of the bed next to Rebekah. He tilted his head for a closer look. Watching him from beneath heavy eyelids, Rebekah shifted her leg so that her bare skin was touching Eric’s thigh. His entire body went taut. Trey rubbed his tongue over her clit again, and she jerked. With several rapid strokes he had her hips undulating in torment. Her scent intensified. Eric breathed deeply through his nose, his thoughts thick with lust. He wanted to immerse himself in her. Touch her.

Eric’s hand trembled as he slid it across Rebekah’s lower belly. Her back arched, and she panted. “Eric.”

“Eric?” Trey murmured with a crooked grin. “I’m doing all the work here.” He winked at Eric and went back to work. What was Trey up to? He didn’t get that ornery gleam in his eye unless he had some ulterior motive. Eric couldn’t think well enough to puzzle Trey out at the moment. Not with this beautiful woman’s naked body in sight.

Eric slid his hand over Rebekah’s belly again. Goose bumps rose along her smooth flesh. She groaned in torment.

“Show me that you want me, Eric,” she whispered. “Show me.”

Her passion-glazed eyes moved to the bulge in Eric’s boxer briefs. She wanted to see? Many girls got a little freaked out when they realized watching them get done by one of his friends excited him so thoroughly.

Eric eased his black boxer briefs down so that half his cock appeared above the elastic waistband. Her breath caught, and she rubbed her nipples with both hands. He imagined his hands taking the place of hers. His tongue against those taut buds. Gently scraping his teeth over them. Sucking on them until she clung to his hair.

“Do you want to taste her, Eric?” Trey asked.

Eric’s cock twitched. He swiveled his head to look at Trey. “Yeah.”

“How much?”

He took a stuttering breath. “So much.”

Trey rose from the floor and stood over Eric. He bent close until their noses almost touched. Eric considered leaning back to get Trey out of his personal space, but he could smell her. Smell Rebekah. On Trey’s lips. Eric’s eyes drifted closed. He grabbed the hair at Trey’s nape to keep her scent close. Trey didn’t move away. He leaned closer.

“You smell her, don’t you?” Trey murmured. His nose brushed Eric’s. His long bangs tickled Eric’s cheek. Eric couldn’t move. Could only breathe in her essence. Even if it was mingled with Trey’s. “Show her how far you’d be willing to go to taste her, Eric.”

Eric did want to taste her. He did. He wasn’t sure if he could do what Trey was suggesting, but what he wanted was so close. All he had to do was close the scant inch between his mouth and Trey’s, and he could sample her flavor.

“Show her,” Trey whispered.

Eric’s tongue slid out between his lips. When it touched Trey’s lip, he jerked back slightly. Her sweetness registered on Eric’s taste buds, and he groaned in pleasure. Eric ran his tongue along Trey’s upper lip. Sucked gently. He found more of Rebekah’s sweet cum on the tip of Trey’s tongue. Eric sampled more of what he wanted from Trey’s mouth. More of what he needed. Her. He wanted her. Needed her. Rebekah made a sound of torment. Eric could only concentrate on one thing though. The taste of her juices in Trey’s mouth. Eric sucked it off Trey’s lips and then stroked Trey’s tongue with his to collect more of her nectar. Eric started when he encountered the piercing in Trey’s tongue, but was soon delving inside again.

“Oh,” Rebekah purred. “Why is that so sexy? Kiss him, Eric. Taste me there.”

A hand wrapped around Eric’s cock. For a scant second he thought Trey was about to seduce him as he’d seduced so many men in the past, but it wasn’t Trey’s hand stroking his length tentatively. It was Rebekah’s.

All too soon, Rebekah’s taste was no longer discernible from Trey’s. Eric jerked his head back.

“You’re not a bad kisser, Sticks,” Trey said with a crooked grin.

Eric couldn’t even dwell on how disturbing he found that compliment. He’d never kissed a guy before. All Eric could think about was sampling more of Rebekah’s taste.

Eric shoved Trey aside and pulled free of Rebekah’s gentle grasp on his cock to kneel on the floor between her legs. He gripped her ass in both hands and pulled her delicious pussy against his face. He licked and suckled her like a starving man. He could not get enough. He writhed his tongue inside her as that seemed to stimulate her juices to flow the most freely. Rebekah’s excited cries fueled him to lick her faster. The way she moved against his seeking tongue urged him to plunge it deeper inside. Her heels pressing into his back encouraged him to add suction to his probing. After a long moment, someone pushed against Eric’s forehead until he lost contact with Rebekah’s flesh.

“I think you’ve had enough,” Trey said. Again with the devious grin and twinkling green eyes.

“More,” Eric growled. He sometimes scared himself when he got out of control like this, but at the moment he wasn’t scared of his lust. He merely wanted it appeased.

“Why don’t you let her taste herself on your lips?”

Eric’s heart thudded and then began to race. That would entail kissing her. Eric launched himself across the bed and landed beside Rebekah. She laughed softly and grinned up at him.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

She sank her fingers into the long hairs at his nape and lifted her head to claim his lips. He took that as a yes. Eric got lost in her kiss. These lips were as sweet as her others, and her scent still clung to his skin. Each inhalation of her musk ratcheted his desire to a higher level. He wanted her. So much. His hand slid over her rib cage and cupped her small breast. When his thumb brushed her hardened nipple, she gasped into his mouth.

Unexpectedly, she turned her head to the side and separated their mouths. “Wait,” she cried and slid her hips across the bed. “Don’t.”

Eric looked down at Trey. He wasn’t sure what Trey had been doing to Rebekah while he’d been distracted with her kisses, but Trey looked none too pleased about her sudden refusal.

“What do you mean ‘don’t’? You aren’t going to leave us hanging again, are you?”

“I mean, don’t. Not there,” she said, her words broken by ragged gasps.

Eric looked at her and found her eyes brimmed with tears. His heart stumbled like a racehorse going down at top speed. He wrapped both arms around her and tucked her head against his chest.

“We’ll stop,” Eric promised. He’d definitely need to jack off, and soon, but his satisfaction was not worth this woman’s tears. He kissed the top of her head.

“No,” she said, “I don’t want you to stop, Trey. Just not there.”

“Not everyone likes anal, Trey,” Eric said, tugging her more securely against him. He wasn’t sure why holding her made his heart race so fast. He just wanted her closer. To absorb her into his body. What a strange thought.

“I wasn’t touching her ass. I was—”

“Yes, anal. I want anal,” Rebekah said, her voice muffled by Eric’s chest. “I loooooove it. Give it to me in the ass, Trey.”

“Ashtray?” Eric echoed, confused.

Rebekah’s body shook against his as she laughed. “In the ass,
Trey
, not the ashtray.”

“Oh.” For some reason Eric would rather Trey fuck an ashtray.

“No pussy? You sure?” Trey asked. “That’s what Eric really likes to watch.”

True. That’s what Eric
usually
liked to watch—some chick’s swollen pussy getting stuffed with a friend’s cock—but this wasn’t some chick. This was Rebekah. He’d be totally okay with Trey getting lost and just watching Rebekah pleasure herself again. That had been beautiful. Magnificent. Sexy. And most importantly, for him alone.

“Maybe you want to let go of her now, Eric,” Trey said, tugging on Rebekah’s ankle.

No, not really, but he did anyway. Eric captured her lovely face between his hands and kissed her nose. “If you don’t want to, you can tell Trey no.”

“I do want to,” she said breathlessly.

Damn.

Rebekah rolled away from Eric and onto her belly. She spread her ass cheeks with both hands and said, “Okay, do it. I’m ready.”

Eric scooted down the bed for a better look. He’d never seen a pussy more swollen and wet. How could she possibly mean she’d rather have it in the ass? It was a very nice ass, but no comparison to her feminine folds.

Trey chuckled. “Not even close. I was prepping the wrong hole the entire time. Now I have to start over.” He wet the tip of his middle finger by collecting the fluids drenching the flesh between her legs and then slipped it inside her tight ass to the first knuckle.

Rebekah tensed.

“Just as I thought,” Trey said. “You’ve never done this before.”

“Yes I have. Lots of times.”

Eric watched Trey’s finger slide deeper into her back passage, and then he slowly withdrew it before plunging it into her body again. Trey was right. She was entirely too tense for someone who looooooved anal. Didn’t matter to Eric, though. Watching Trey loosen her passage was damned sexy. Eric’s cock began to throb incessantly. If he hadn’t been worried that Rebekah would be put off by his actions, Eric would have stroked himself in time with Trey’s gentle probing.