Sons of Mayhem 3: The Full Force (18 page)

O
ne last meeting
before we could go off and celebrate - or go to bed. This gongshow of a tour was over, finally. How long had it been? A week? Ten days? It felt like a fucking month. A year. I wondered how Bottle and the rest of the boys were getting on back at the clubhouse. Things were probably a lot less dramatic there I guessed.

Jase clinked his bottle against mine.

"Pretty fun, huh?"

I grinned. He and the rest of the crew had got out fine by sticking together and sending anyone who went near them packing with a flurry of fists and stomps from their work boots. Not that many tried. They were a scary looking bunch.

The door burst open and in came Chad, followed by the band.

"Alright, good show boys!" he reached me and stood behind me, a hand on each of my shoulders.

"Now Lonnie, we need to get you sorted the fuck out. You missed a few notes in
Energy
and
King of Sin
, and I don't want you bringing your woman on stage again, we want the audience to think they could have you, even if they can't. Plausible obtainability is great for the female fans. Now, do you even have a valid passport? If not we'll get you one, stat. I know a guy at the consulate in LA. We've got shows in London, Birmingham, Manchester, Edinburgh and Glasgow lined up, then we're going to do something international. Ten countries in ten days or some shit, then there's the new al--"

I stood up and span around, holding out a finger in front of Chad Chad's mouth to shush him. "What are you talking about?"

He tilted his head quizzically. "Getting you up to speed. We've got to
use
this momentum. Right now you're the biggest band in the world! We--"

"Dude, I'm not
in
the band. I'm done with that. Done."

"But the show toni--"

"Done." I growled and gave him my I'll-fuck-you-up look.

Chad gulped.

"You don't need us anymore, right? Tour's over." Chad's jaw was hanging open like he couldn't believe I didn't want to be in the band again. I turned to Jase. "Let's roll."

Jase clinked his bottle against mine and got up to join me.

Chad grabbed at my leather cut, pleading eyes wide. “Private jets! Limos! Class A drugs off the curved asses and perky tits of the hottest groupies in the world! Fame and Fortune, Mathew!”

I shook my head slowly. “Nah. Mathew’s dead boys. I’m Lonnie now. And I don’t need any of that shit. It's been real. Later everyone." I said to the room as we headed out.

As we stomped down the hall Jase turned to me. "Did you even consider it?" he asked.

I laughed. "Nah. One night was kind of fun, but I ain't going to live that life. Hell no."

He punched me on the shoulder. "What about the groupies, man?"

"Fuck the groupies. I got exactly what I need right here now."

"You mean me?"

I laughed and gave him a punch back on the arm. "Upstairs. What say we get the girls and go get some drinks somewhere?"

He grinned. "Sounds good. I’m gonna’ grab a shower first though. It got a bit bloody earlier."

O
MG

OMG

OMG

OMFG

H
oly shit
!

Glastonbury, Woodstock, Altamont Speedway, Knebworth and the Full Force today.

Words can't describe how mindfuckingly awesome tonight’s show was.

Only marred by the bassist bringing on his stupid girlfriend to the stage. Who wants to see that shit?

I
'm still shaking
. This was the most epic concert I'll ever have a chance to attend. Once in a lifetime shit folks. If you weren't there. I'm sorry. Your life now officially sucks.

I
'm still shaking
and there's no way I can do that epicness justice. I need to take a long, cold shower and (sc)rub out all the dirty thoughts of the Full Force I can’t get out of my mind. They really
fill my needs
if you know what I mean.

I
n the mean time
, check out the show on YouTube. It's epic. I promise.

x
xxRockedGirlxxx

"...
M
ore than thirty
people ended up in hospital, but it seems the most serious injury was a broken jaw. Police officials are saying it's a miracle that this unlicenced concert didn't produce any life-threatening injuries. People who attended the event though have mostly been overwhelmingly positive, describing it as 'life-changing', 'epic', 'the pinnacle of my life', and 'better than s - e - x' "

I switched off the TV hurriedly as Lonnie came out of the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist, skin glistening with dampness. It's weird watching your boyfriend on TV, isn't it?

I couldn't help but stare up and grin at him as he stepped toward me. My boyfriend, the biker. My boyfriend, the rock star. My boyfriend, whose towel seemed to be beginning to point toward me.

He stared me in the eyes and I felt my soul being undressed. He used his left hand to unfasten the towel from his waist and then he stood there before me, completely naked, his sexy tatted body looking primed for action.

"Take your clothes off," he commanded. I bit my lip, quivering, as I did as I was told. He watched me as I pulled down my jeans, pulled off my t-shirt, and then undid my bra before sliding my panties down my legs and flicking them off the bed with my feet.

His cock was sticking out and up in front of him, long and thick and so fucking hard. So fucking hard for
me
.

I lay there, naked to his gaze as he drank me in. I started at him too, hardly believing that it was
this
man I was with now. No boring office drone, no staid businessman, no gray-Graham. A hot, confident, naked, toned biker turned rockstar turned back to biker.

I gulped.

“You want me, don’t you?” my arrogant bastard boyfriend asked.

I nodded slowly, my bottom lip quivering in anticipation.

“Say it,” he commanded.

“I want you,” I said in a husky whisper. “I
want
you.”

I couldn’t take much more of it. His hard cock was pointing right at me, and I wanted it in me more than anything. I wanted him to hold my hands down, to lay himself on top of me and take me as hard as he could.

“And what do you want me to do to you?”

“I want you to
fuck
me,” I gasp.

“Louder.”

“
Fuck me,
you bastard,
fuck me
.” One of my hands ran over my breasts, squeezing a nipple in anticipation, while I let the other slide between my legs. I was hot and oh-so-wet and under his tough gaze I rubbed my slit and squeezed my breasts. “
Fuck me
,” I cried.

His cock was quivering and I knew he wanted me just as bad. The bastard was just teasing me.

He couldn’t take it anymore either. He finished drinking me in with his eyes and pounced. I let out a shriek as he flew toward me. After seeing him in that show I had never been more ready to be taken in my life. For hours I hadn't been able to get the thought of the sight of him up on that stage, shirtless, while thousands of girls screamed for him, from my mind.

An uncomfortable aching longing had been in me since then and I had never more ready.

And he was the same. I felt we had some kind of psychic connection as he crawled up the bed toward me, parted my thighs and placed himself between them. He grabbed my ankles and placed them either side of my head as I let out a whimper. I was so open, so spread, so hot and wet and vulnerable under him. He could do whatever he wanted to me.

I could feel the heat of his throbbing cock as he held it just before me, and then in one smooth movement he pushed his lips down to mine and slid himself hard and thick inside me so that our bodies were joined in two places at once and my aching disappeared, replaced by intense pleasure.

I groaned as he slid all the way inside me, filling me completely, the absolute perfect size for my body. I ran my fingers over him, tracing his tats and muscles as he began to pump himself in and out of me, hard and fast.

My back arched, and I let out squeals and moans, groans and mewls as he fucked me. He pulled my hair back and kissed my neck, he nipped at my nipples, he reached underneath me and squeezed my ass, all while thrusting himself in me harder and harder, faster and faster.

Our soft touches became rougher, finger tracing became nail scratching and gentle pinches became grabs of flesh and muscle.

A heat grew in me like nothing I'd ever known. I was burning up on the inside in the most ecstatic way. It seemed every time with him was different. Every time he got me in a different way and I couldn't get enough of it.

"Fuck me," I whispered in his ear, "Fuck me and make me cum."

"Like this?" he said as he thrust in deep.

"Uh-huh." I moaned. "Harder. I want you to fuck me harder."

He let out a low growl and started powering himself into me harder, his ass rising up in the air and then pounding me into the bed with his hard cock, sending springs creaking and the headboard banging with every movement in and out.

"I'm going to fuck you til you cum."

I moaned.

"I'm going to fuck you 'til you cry," he said in a low voice in my ear.

I let out a squeal and grabbed at his firm ass, pulling him oh-so-deep and hard into me.

The heat grew to be almost unbearable and I felt my whole body begin to move to another plane.

"I'm, I'm cu--"

He pressed his lips against mine and his tongue deep inside my mouth, wanting to be as close to me as possible, wanting to taste and touch and feel every part of me as he took me to an ecstasy I didn't know was possible.

I cried out into his mouth and I grabbed at his hair with one hand and squeezed his ass tight with another as I felt myself lose control. I felt my body began to release in a series of contractions. My pussy grabbed at his cock of his own accord and squeezed him.

He let out a guttural moan as he yanked my hair down into the bed and forced himself harder and deeper than ever into me.

I felt myself contracting around him as he pulsed inside me, as we came together in a glorious blaze of, heat and sweat and cum and tears I hadn't even noticed leaking from the corner of my eyes.

Arms and legs wrapped around him, clutching him, wanting to be held as my body spasmed and pleasure flooded through every last inch of my being.

As we lay panting together, naked bodies pressed tightly against each other and tears leaking from my eyes, in that strange hotel I felt something I hadn't truly felt in years.

With him, I felt at home.

“
A
re
you going to tell me now?”

Jase looked at his beautiful, young, ‘old lady’ lying next to him in the eyes. “Are you sure?”

Nicole kicked at his leg with her bare foot. “Yes!”

He shook his head. “Nah. You’ve built it up too much.”

She kicked him again. “Just tell me already. Why ‘Beefer’?”

He laughed. “Are you
sure
you want to know? It’s kind of stupid.”

She grabbed his hand and trailed it up her thighs to her damp slit. His face broke into a smile. “No more of this until I get an answer.” She tossed his hand away.

Jase frowned. “Alright already! You see, I used to live next to this old guy who had a dog. And do you know what he called it?”

Nicole rolled her eyes. “Beefer?”

Jase chuckled. “No. But close. He called it
Deefer
.”

“Another stupid name.”

“Yeah, kind of. Anyway, do you get it?”

“Get what?” asked Nicole giving his leg another kick before leaving her own bare leg draped over his.

“Deefer. Like D, for.”

“D, for?”

“D for Dog”

Nicole let out a groan. “That is so godamned stupid. And Beefer is?”

“You know. Same thing. B for Bullpit, or Bullbull, or Bulldog or whatever the hell he is.”

“That’s it? That’s so lame.”

Jase let out a laugh. “I told you it was lame.”

“Not funny. You owe me.”

“I do, huh? What do I owe you.”

Nicole ran her fingers across the stubble on his face, over his cheek and up to his long dirty blond hair.

“This.”

She grabbed a handful and yanked at his head. Jase allowed his head to be moved by her hand, as she guided it down her body, over the breasts he briefly flicked with his tongue, until his head was between her legs.

“Now this is a debt I don’t mind owing,” said Jase before he buried his mouth between her thighs.

Nicole let out a moan as he kissed her deeply in her hot, slick pussy, her eyes rolling back and her memory flicking back to the first time he’d tasted her in that warehouse office so many weeks ago.

She wrapped her thighs around his head and let him eat her back to heaven.

I
tap gently
on the door and a moment later it slowly and silently opens.

“Hey sexy,” I say.

I hear her smile in the dark as she grabs at my shirt and pulls me inside. I’m not supposed to be here, I’m not supposed to leave my room but nothing was going to stop me from getting to my beautiful, sexy, girl.

“You’re not supposed to be here, you know,” she says as she pulls my body up against hers. Already my cock is beginning to harden. Just the slightest sniff of her hair or touch of her skin is enough to set me off. She was amazing in every way.

“Do you want me to go?” I tease.

She holds my head tightly in her hands. “Don’t you dare,” she says, “never leave me.”

“I won’t baby girl, I won’t,” I whisper in her ear.

It’s almost a year since we first spoke, and six months since we started video chatting with each other daily. Spending six months being able to see, but not touch was excruciating agony for both of us. But now I was here, and a few walls and locked doors weren’t going to keep me away from my darling. Even if we’re locked up in rehab, at least we’re together.

“I’m scared to leave here, Si.”

“Why, baby?” I ask

“My sister. I don’t think she’s going to let us be together.”

I stroke her lustrous red hair softly, I can’t see it in the darkness but touching it is enough for now.

“You’re an adult now. She can’t tell you what to do. And I’ve got money; I’ll be earning money for years to come. It’s going to be alright baby, I promise. I’ll look after you. Once we’re out of here I’ll get us a place. Maybe somewhere near your sister, but far enough away she won’t be poking her nose in all the time.”

“Really, Si, really?”

I’ve told her this before. And I know I’ll tell her again tomorrow. But I don’t mind. She’s scared and she needs reassuring and that’s exactly what I’m going to do for her. For now and forever: reassure her, look after her, take care of her.

“Really, baby, really.”

I push my lips against her plump ones and electricity flows between us. I want to taste and touch and lick every inch of her young body.

I kiss her breasts through the fabric of her pyjamas, then her belly. Her breathing speeds up and she runs her hands through my hair as I drop to my knees.

I slide my hands around her waist and then with a gentle touch pull the elastic waist of her pyjama pants and let them drop to the floor between her dainty feet. She wears no underwear and I inhale deeply of her sex, letting out a moan of arousal. There’s nothing like the smell of her nineteen year old pussy in the world. Nothing. I grasp her soft, round buttocks in my hands and press my lips against the hairless lips of her pussy.

One flick of my tongue is enough. Her knees buckle and she falls back onto the bed, my head between her legs.

“Never leave me, Si, never,” she gasps.

“I won’t baby, I won’t.”

I bury my mouth back in her beautiful, delicious, pussy, letting her juices flow over my flicking tongue as she pants above me. I know she wants to moan louder but people might hear.

I won’t leave her, not ever. My old life is over and now I’m going to start a new one with her. Si and Lily against the world. No one can stop us.

She wraps her shapely legs around my head, pulling me in tight.

No one.