Strings (24 page)

He laughs. “Not what I had in mind. More
like a Letty shower.” His turn to waggle the brows.

“
Suddenly, I’ve lost my
appetite.” I glance down at his fly and lick my lips. “For
food.”

“
Nah, you need protein to
keep you going. Busy night ahead and all that jazz.”

“
I know exactly where to
get the protein I need. But if you insist on the non-human variety,
let’s make this dinner thing quick. My pussy hasn’t feasted on your
cock in a while, and it’s got a bad case of cat scratch fever at
the moment.”

“
Letty, you move me. In
the very best ways.”

“
I’m gonna fuck you dry
and leave you with memories you’ll never forget. Just be careful
where you step at the show. Slippery when wet.” I blow him a
kiss.

“
I’ll be sure to put on my
galoshes over the argyle socks.” He straightens, and the outline of
his monster boner taunts me.

I take the lead and head for the first
restaurant we come upon—a sandwich joint. I reach behind me and cup
his rock-hard package. Good old ’gina’s got another flood in the
basement.

“
We’re getting this shit
to go.”

Stage
Christening

Shades and I make quick work of our dinner
and hurry back to the bus. We grab supplies, inform Jinx and Toombs
we’re going in to set up and work on our duet, and slip in the side
door to the venue. The manager unlocked the place and said we could
use the stage for practice since we’re slapping shit together at
the last minute. Though Shades and Toombs were able to work out a
lot of their parts on the mini monitor, Jinx really needs her
drums. We have a full band rehearsal in thirty minutes.

The place is mostly dark, which is fine by
me. Shades leads me to the stage, and we stand in the center,
looking at the empty space before us.

As horny as I am, I get a little teary-eyed.
This will be a bittersweet night for sure—both the beginning and
end of my dreams. I’m gonna give it all I’ve got, though. To the
fans and to Shades.

I face him. “We’re gonna tear this stage up
tonight.”

“
Hell fuckin’ yeah,
pussycat. I can’t wait to see you cut loose in front of the crowd.”
He smiles proudly and surveys the scene again. I can almost hear
the screams and whistles. See the fans’ excited faces.

“
We’ll rock this place
together.” I clutch the calloused fingers woven between
mine.

Shades stands behind me and rubs my
shoulders. The tension ebbs away, and I relax into him. His hands
travel lower, down my arms, over my breasts. He hefts them,
squeezes gently. His lips fall to the side of my neck and leave a
trail of soft kisses. I close my lids and concentrate on feeling
him—absorbing every touch and breath and heartbeat. The strings
between us tangle and tighten. Instinct tells me to free myself,
cut loose, move on as soon as this is done, but my heart tells me
maybe it’s okay to get lost every once in a while. Unraveling the
knots is half the fun.

I turn in Shades’s arms, and his hands
wander to my butt, knead it. His kickstand presses into my
belly.

“
This might be the last
time you get to drive the beef bus to tuna town,” I say. “You’d
better make it good, so I don’t have any excuses to forget your hot
ass.”

“
You won’t forget me. I
won’t let you.” His eyes sparkle in the shadows.

“
Prove it.”

I expect him to toss me over his shoulder
like a fucking caveman, or maybe throw me face first into the wall
and plow the backfield. He does something far scarier. Lips
hovering a half an inch from mine, he ties me down with nothing but
a stare and those unbreakable invisible strings that live to haunt
and taunt me. Caught in his trap, I can’t move, can’t look away,
can’t even breathe for a few seconds. His gaze doesn’t just unnerve
me. It slices me open, makes me vulnerable, and puts me on
display.

Thank God no one else is here to see it.

I try to fight, to wage a silent war against
him, but it’s no use. This prisoner is an easy target for the likes
of Todd Armstrong. Such a sucker.

“
I figured you out,
Letty.” His breath ruffles my hair. My sweat glands wake up and
kick my pits with a warning injection. I’m not sure I like where
this is going.

“
Yeah?” My tongue is tied
with him so close. I can’t even think of a sassy
comeback.

He nods slowly, his lips brush mine in the
process. It’s a goddamn miracle I don’t just latch on.

“
You’re not afraid of
anything physical, but you’re scared to death of letting your soul
get too close to someone else’s.” His mouth barely touches mine in
the sweetest, most breath-stealing kiss. No tongue. No searing
passion. Just pure, naked trust delivered by a pair love-drenched
lips. My knees actually knock, elated butterflies clamor in
orgiastic celebration inside my gut, and I have to hold onto Shades
to keep from falling.

When the kiss ends, I can’t look at him. He
reads me way too well.

He tips my head up with his thumb, and
forces our gazes to collide. “Try this on for size. I love
you.”

A funny squeak slips out of my mouth, but he
kisses me quiet. My lids fall shut, and I let him have me. I submit
to his strong arms, his yummy woodsy scent, his strings binding me
tightly.

I thought I didn’t want to be tied down. I
was wrong.

I surrender.

My brows twist, I try to reclaim the breath
he stole, and I open my mouth to let him in. His tongue strokes
mine, its metal ball teasing. We dance like that, in and out, ebb
and flow, for an eternity before he pulls away and smiles.

“
I knew it,” he
says.

I swallow. “Knew what?”

“
You love me
too.”

“
You’re a delusional
cocksucker.” The nervous hand smoothing my hair into place must
give me away. He grabs it and kisses my rough skin.

“
You don’t have to admit
it if you’re too scared, chickenshit.” He takes both of my wrists
and holds them behind my back. He herds me to the wall behind where
Jinx’s drum kit will go and presses his heat-seeking moisture
missile against my cock holster, whispering against my mouth. “It’s
pretty obvious.”

I try to wriggle free of his grip, but he’s
got me good and tight. So I lick his nose. “Are we gonna fuck or
what? I don’t mind putting on a show for Toombs and Jinx, but I
thought you’d like to keep it just between us this last time.” I
doubt my false bravado is flying, but it’s all I’ve got. I’m not
into losing my shit with him. I’ll do that tomorrow when I’m
gone.

“
Hard to get, huh?” He
pushes his cock harder against me, and I spread my legs a
shoulder-width apart. A rush of liquid heat funnels from my meat
flaps.

“
Me? No. You’re the one
who’s hard. Now why don’t you free that monster from his cage and
let me see if I can tame him?” I arch a brow.

“
Bet I can make you come
first.” He puts on a sneaky grin and releases my wrists.

“
Nope. You’re going down
first.”

“
My pleasure.” He licks
his lips, drops his gaze to my zipper, and cups my wet cunny
through my jeans.

“
What do I get if I win?”
I unbutton his fly, unzip, and awaken his bacon with a couple
strokes.

“
Your name tattooed on my
Johnson.” He says it with a completely straight face.

I laugh. “That would imply to future lovers
that you’re taken. You sure you wanna have some chick you barely
know’s name stuck on your dick for the rest of your life?”

He grins. “I’d be fine with that, but I’m
gonna win this bet, pussycat.”

I pat his cheek. “Poor boy doesn’t know what
he’s up against.”

“
I’ve been up against you
a few times. I’m fully versed in all things Letty. What’s my prize
when I win?”

I snort. “When. Ha!
Okay,
if
you win,
I’ll get your name tattooed on my ass. T, asshole, D, D.” I drop my
pants and bend over, pointing to my bunghole. “The O will go right
there, bitch.”

“
I’m gonna burn you so
hard.”

We shake on the deal, and I point to the
wooden stage. “Lie down. I’ve got just the thing to start us
off.”

He follows my directions,
I climb aboard the sixty-nine train, lowering my muff to his hungry
lips while I get down and dirty with his man sausage. I pump my
hips slowly, riding his jutting tongue, and put his cock in a
headlock. The balance of devouring him while he eats me out is
hypnotic. The faster he lunges into my cunt, the harder I suck
him.
The alternating warmth and cool of
his breath mixed with the ambient air swirling in hurried rushes
stands my hairs on end. The tip of his nose tickles the valley
between my butt cheeks. That goddamn tongue stud coaxes mewls from
my drooling mouth. I drive my hips against his face, searching for
more heat, more friction, more insanity while caressing his cock
between my starving lips.

We take turns moaning against each other’s
hot spots. I’m so glad no one else is around to hear us. We get a
little crazy with the noises, and that just makes it more erotic.
My pussy tightens with each lick and dive.

“
Goddamn it, Shades, you
make me want to squirt your fucking face,” I mumble around his
weeping cock. I sop up the salty droplets oozing from its head with
quick tongue darts.

“
Drown me, Letty.” At
least that’s what I think he says. Hard to tell around the mouthful
of pussy. His arms clamp onto my thighs and pull me in tighter
against his mouth. The tongue fucking intensifies. Hard breaths
from his nose hit my back door. I pucker up. Shit, I can’t take
much more.

I need his cum inside me—mouth, pussy, ass—I
don’t care where, as long as I get it. I throw a leg off and turn
to face him.

He pouts.
“I was just getting into that.”

I squat over his engorged dick and swipe it
through my cooter juice. “Get into this instead.” I feed him to my
cunt slowly, pausing a couple of times to adjust to his girth. God,
he’s so fucking big.

My clit clamors for some friction. I lean
forward a tad, and…yes. There it is. My thighs get a nice workout,
doing the electric slide up and down his pole. The little man in
the boat riles up and begins paddling. Shit, I may lose this bet
after all. Can’t have that.

I drop my chest to his and trace the borders
of his lips with my tongue. His lids shut, and he smiles. I love
how he gives me control. I’m doing all the thrusting now. The
expression of bliss on his face tells me he’s getting close.

“
Are you gonna say it,
Letty?”

“
Say what?” I mumble
against his lips.
Screw, fuck,
bang…

His eyes open and target me like a sniper.
“I love you.”

I look away. He’s driving me mad with this
talk, these words, this rising emotion. I haul myself off him and
lower my lips to his dick. His knee comes up, then drops down as I
suck, twirl, and devour. A hand grabs a thick mess of my hair and
pulls.

“
That’s hardly fair.” Even
as he utters the words through clenched teeth, he urges my head up
and down by the hair, nearly choking me with his love wand.
I
picture girls from our shows, screaming
his name, flashing their boobs, and I smile around his dick. It
might not be for long, but Shades is mine.

Now he fucks my mouth in earnest, and I
fondle his balls, scraping them lightly with my fingernails,
occasionally squeezing. “Fuuuck, Letty. You have the most amazing
mouth.”

I sit up and stroke him. “My mouth is good.
My ass is even better.”

The left corner of his
lips curves up as I open the lube we brought, and squirt it over
his length. I roll to my side, lift a leg to douse myself, but his
mouth barrels into my clit first. Shit, he digs in, twists, and
bites. I scream. Actually
scream
.

He injects some lube in my ass, eases his
index finger inside with a flick of the wrist, and dives in with
his mouth on my sugared almond. Between his tongue and that driving
finger, I might very well die of pleasure. Not a bad way to go.

I tighten my butt around the finger and
ride. Another graze of teeth, and I clamp my legs shut, pushing him
away. I can’t lose this bet. It’s a matter of principle. “Goddamn
it, motherfucker.”

Maintaining his command of my hole, he
crawls behind me. My head tips back to his shoulder, and his other
hand clamps my tit through my shirt. Another finger joins the one
in my butt, and together they drill.

“
How’s that, pussycat?”
His cunt-flavored lips bump mine. I dart out my tongue for a
taste.

“
You’re a man of many
talents. I’m impressed.” I wiggle my ass against him and take his
mouth in a long, lingering kiss. Lifting my leg, I guide his cock
to my glory hole and push the fucker in as his tongue sweeps
mine.

“
Oh God,” I groan through
the lust-laced agony. His plundering kiss eases the pain. He takes
me slow with a gentle push inside—just an inch or so—then retreats.
Another lunge, this time a little deeper. My brow furrows. He
stops, caresses my cheek.

“
Again, baby,” I tell him,
curling an arm around his neck behind me. His gaze is pinned to
mine. The sensation of being covered by his body from behind is so
comforting. He pushes his cock in again, and this time, my ass
opens like a fucking barn door.