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“Deeper? Are you trying to bruise her liver?”

Myrna laughed.

“Just hold her, okay?”

“My pleasure.”

Eric sat on the edge of the tub behind Myrna with his feet in the water. With one leg on each side of her body, he used his knees to hold her hips stil in the water. She gripped his shins and leaned back against his chest as Brian rammed into her deeper and deeper. The water slapped against her lower bel y with each thrust.

“Awesome view,” Eric murmured into her ear.

She looked down. Beyond the peaks of her br**sts, she could see Brian’s c**k thrusting into her. Hard. Thick. Glistening with moisture. In view one moment. Buried within her the next. Her mouth fel open. Something about Eric watching Brian’s c**k pounding into her made this more exciting. Shameful, but exciting. Whore.

“Damn, Brian, you are tearing it up,” Eric growled.

“Shut up, I’m trying to concentrate.”

Eric’s hardening c**k prodded Myrna in the back between her shoulder blades. Brian’s rhythm was apparently getting to him, too. Eric rocked against her back slightly with each of Brian’s thrusts. After a moment, Eric’s hands moved to cup her br**sts. He plucked at her ni**les to Brian’s tempo until she thought she’d go insane.

Eric bent his head to whisper in her ear, probably afraid to interrupt Brian’s guitar solo writing. “Trey was right. You do have perfect tits.” He stroked the outer edge of her ear with his tongue, again using the same rhythm. The beat consumed her. Brian’s deep thrusts. His hands, squeezing her ass rhythmical y. Eric plucking at her ni**les, stroking her ear with his tongue. The water, sloshing against her bel y and thighs. God, she was going to explode. Her fingers dug into the wet jeans covering Eric’s shins and her head fel back against his shoulder as the first ripples of orgasm gripped her. “Oh.”

Eric reached down between her body and Brian’s. When his fingers found her aching clit and flicked it, she exploded with a scream of ecstasy.

“God damn, this chick is hot,” Eric said.

“I’ve gotta come,” Brian murmured.

He pul ed out and climbed to his feet, circling his c**k with his hand. Why had he pul ed out? She noticed he wasn’t wearing a condom. She wasn’t going to let him waste his load though. She pul ed away from Eric’s grasp, knelt before Brian and looked up at him.

“Let me suck you off,” she said. “Please.”

He smiled down at her. “Like I’m going to say no to that request.”

His hand stopped stroking his flesh and gently cupped her face. She leaned forward and took him deep into her throat, and then pul ed back, sucking hard. His fingers clenched in her hair. If she hadn’t been so turned on by him, she might have protested, but the pain was stimulating. She wanted him to hurt her. He jerked her head back by her hair until just the head of his c**k was in her mouth. She understood what he wanted, and began to bob her head rapidly to stimulate the head. She was careful to keep her lips over her teeth so she didn’t scrape him while she sucked him vigorously, her lips bumping over the rim.

“Yeah, baby,” he gasped. “That’s it.”

The sound of Eric jerking off behind her distracted her for a moment. She paused. Brian yanked her hair again. Her ni**les grew taut in response. Yeah, treat me like your dirty whore.

She moved her hand between her thighs and slid two fingers inside herself, withdrawing them slick with her juices. She then reached between Brian’s legs and slid two lubricated fingers up his ass.

He gasped in surprise, his body jerking. He didn’t ask her to stop. Instead, he widened his stance so her fingers could slide deeper. Most guys freaked out when she tried this. Jeremy had berated her for days— where did you learn that? Who have you been f**king? —but Brian seemed to trust her. Or maybe he was kinkier than most. She searched for her target. He was close to coming. It shouldn’t be hard to locate.

She continued to give him head while her fingers probed inside him. Eric was stil jerking off behind her, his rhythm matching hers. She twisted her fingers inside Brian and found what she was looking for. The little gland that secreted se**n was swol en to bursting. When she pressed against it, Brian cried out as his seed spurted into her mouth unexpectedly. Wel , unexpectedly to him. She’d known exactly what would happen. She swal owed his offering greedily, loving the salty taste of him.

“What the f**k?” Brian yel ed. “God. Myrna. God.”

Even after he’d spent his load, she continued to rub the little gland. It pulsated against her fingers, prolonging his orgasm for more than a minute. His entire body shuddered and trembled.

“Oh God, Myrna, what are you doing to me? I can’t stop coming.” He put a hand on the wal for support. She smiled around his c**k and removed her fingers from his ass, letting his orgasm dissipate. Eric cried out behind her as he came over her back. Correction. Into her hair.

She released Brian’s c**k from her mouth and glared up at Eric. “Did you just come in my hair?”

“I’m sorry,” Eric said. “You’re just so hot, Myrna. I had to come on you. I couldn’t help it.”

“Do you know how hard it is to get cum out of long hair?” She found the sticky mess on the side of her head with her hand. “Eww. Damn it, Eric.”

Brian cupped her face, and when she looked up at him, he kissed her with loving reverence. “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense in my entire life, Myrna. You’re amazing.”

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She smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“That’s an understatement. I’ve never met a woman as uninhibited as you are.” She wasn’t usual y like this. His lack of inhibition brought out something primal in her. He kissed her again and leaned away to stroke the tip of her nose with one finger. “I hate to leave you right now, but I’ve got to get this new solo down on paper. I hope you understand.”

“I think it’s awesome.” She meant it.

He stared at her for a moment, contemplating her with a serious expression. “Wanna go to Vegas and get married?”

Her heart stuttered to a stop and then started to race. Married? “Uh, no, actual y. Not at al .”

He shrugged. “I had to ask.” He kissed her forehead.

Brian climbed from the tub and reached for a towel. He wrapped it around his slim hips, col ected his pants from the floor and headed toward the door. He paused in the doorway, his gaze shifting to Eric, who was stil in the tub with Myrna.

“Hey, Numbnuts. Keep your pants on around her or I’l castrate you in your sleep. And wash your cum out of her hair, you ass.”

Eric grinned. “My pleasure.”

Brian hesitated, and then left her alone in the bathroom. Naked. With Eric Sticks.

Chapter 5

Myrna watched Eric tuck his slack c**k into his pants and button his fly. He sat in the water in his jeans and beckoned her closer. She didn’t trust him and, now that she was no longer delirious with pleasure, she was embarrassed that he’d seen her with Brian. She covered her br**sts with her hands and sank deeper into the water.

“I can wash it out,” she said, avoiding his self-satisfied grin by focusing on the edge of the tub. The sound of Brian’s guitar throbbed through the wal . Wow. This solo rocked more than the last one he’d composed while in her company.

“I’m not going to molest you, Myrna.” Eric chuckled. “Unless you want me to.”

She knew he’d just watched her get f**ked, suck ****, and ram her fingers up his friend’s ass, but she couldn’t relax.

“I’l just wash your hair. I promise. Besides, I’m not even horny anymore. You’re perfectly safe.”

She did like to have her hair washed. A simple, soothing pleasure. One of her favorite luxuries. But Eric? She wasn’t sure she wanted him to indulge her.

Eric reached for a tiny bottle and dumped a healthy amount of shampoo in his outstretched palm. Myrna leaned back in the tub, wetting her hair thoroughly, and then sat up. Not waiting for her to come closer to him, Eric moved behind her and massaged the shampoo into her scalp. His strong fingers worked the fragrant lather into her hair. She closed her eyes and relaxed, keeping her br**sts covered with her hands. Eric’s hands felt fantastic. She stifled a groan of contentment. The distant sounds of Brian’s sporadic solo drew her thoughts to their lovemaking session. Had she real y al owed Eric to fondle her without protest? She hadn’t even considered stopping him. What had she been thinking?

It had felt good. That’s al she’d been thinking. And this felt real y good, too. His thumbs kneaded the muscles at the base of her skul , while his fingers massaged the top and sides of her head and his pinkies rubbed her temples. His large, strong hands and thin fingers hit her in al the right places.

“Mmmm,” she murmured.

Her hands drifted away from her br**sts, down her bel y to her clit. She wasn’t sure how she could be horny again, but Eric’s fingers on her scalp and Brian’s music had her in a state again. She stroked her clit persistently, thinking of Brian’s fingers moving over his fret board in the other room.

Her breath caught in the back of her throat as the first ripples of pleasure gripped her.

“You know I like to watch, don’t you?” Eric said into her ear.

She sat up with an awkward splash. Had she real y been leaning against Eric and masturbating? What was wrong with her?

These guys. These rock stars had her behaving in a total y uncharacteristic manner. No sale, Myrna. You were born a whore. You live as a whore and you’ll die a whore.

She ducked her head under water to rinse the shampoo out of her hair and drown Jeremy’s words. When she emerged, she moved to the far side of the tub, avoiding Eric’s heavy gaze.

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” he said. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. Please, continue.”

“I’m ashamed.”

“Why?”

Unwil ing to share her turmoil, she shook her head. “Do you real y like to watch?”

“I’d rather watch than f**k.” He rinsed the shampoo from his hands in the water. “Sed lets me watch him do chicks al the time. That’s the first time Brian’s let me watch. I never realized what a stud he is. I mean… Damn.”

Myrna flushed, but nodded.

“Is Sed a stud, too?” she asked. Why had she asked that? She didn’t want to know. Okay, she kinda wanted to know. Eric laughed. “Is Sed a stud?” He scratched his head. “I’ve seen him do four girls at once and have them al begging for more.”

“Four girls? How is that even possible?”

“One on each hand. One on his face. One riding him like a mechanical bul .”

Myrna’s eyes widened. “And you just watched? Didn’t participate?”

“I wore a blister on my hand from stroking myself.”

“Seriously?”

“No, not seriously. They invited me in after Sed passed out.”

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“So you got his leftovers?”

“I guess you could cal it that, but I honestly had more fun watching Sed make them scream.”

“Interesting. And Brian never let you watch before today?”

Eric shook his head. “He’s a very private person.”

Myrna nodded slightly. She could see that. “What about the other guys?”

Eric grinned. “Why do you want to know?”

She shrugged. “Research.”

“Research?”

“I’m a human ***uality professor. Remember?”

“That would explain your knowledge. What did your fingers do in Brian’s ass? I thought he was going to blow off the back of your head when he came. And came. And came. I didn’t think it was possible for a guy to come that long. That wasn’t some regular ass probe. You did something in there, didn’t you?”

She winked at him. “That’s my secret.” And yes, that did explain her knowledge. Eric understood and she scarcely knew him. She’d been married to Jeremy for three years and anytime she wanted to try something new, he’d been certain she was cheating on him.

“Wil you show me your secret?” He leaned forward in the tub.

She laughed. “You wish.”

“Damn straight.”

“I can’t, Eric. I promised not to hurt Brian.”

Eric scowled. “You did what?”

“Trey made me promise not to hurt him.”

“Wel , you’l never be able to keep that promise, Myr, so you might as wel break it with me right now.”

She shook her head at him, smiling. “I’m not going to stick my fingers up your ass.”

He sighed. “That figures. Wil you let me watch you masturbate though?”

“I’m not real y in the mood.”

“Even with the sound of Brian’s solo coming through the wal ? He wrote that when he was ramming his c**k into you. I saw it.”

She squeezed her thighs together at the memory. Eric was right. Brian had written that wonderful, poetic solo while he’d been making love to her. She leaned back against the far edge of the tub, the warm Jacuzzi jets against her back. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of Brian’s guitar as if he played just for her. Someday soon, thousands of fans would hear, and love, that beautiful string of notes, and have no idea how it had been created. She let the music carry her back to his lovemaking as he played the same string of notes over and over and over again. With each repeat, the piece sounded more masterful. As his fingers found each note, she imagined his c**k inside her, fil ing her, withdrawing, fil ing her. Her hand moved between her legs. She sighed. How could she want him again already?

But want him she did.

She stood, water pouring from her body as she stepped from the tub. Eric banged the side of his head against the wal repeatedly as he watched her leave the bathroom. Naked.

Dripping water through the hotel room, she sought Brian. Caught up in his music, he didn’t notice her at first, but his band members, who sat around the dining table watching him play, did.

Trey pul ed the sucker out of his mouth. “Um, Myrna,” he said. “You seem to be naked.”

“Everybody get out,” she demanded.

Brian’s guitar screeched as he quit playing mid-solo. His eyes widened in surprise.

“Except you,” she said to Brian. “You stay.”

The other three men grumbled, but obeyed her and left the room.

“Why are you walking around in front of my band naked?” Brian asked, his jaw tense with anger.

“I was listening to you play,” she said, “and it made me want you so badly. I considered getting myself off, but I’d rather—”

He grinned. “My playing made you touch yourself?”

She lowered her gaze. “Wil you play for me?”

“If you show me what my playing does to you.”

Myrna pushed the remaining breakfast dishes to the far end of the table. She then sat on the edge of the table in front of Brian, turned a chair sideways and rested her feet on the seat. “If you promise to make love to me when you’re done playing.”

He didn’t promise, but he did strike the first note of his guitar solo. She spread her thighs wide, knowing he had an unfettered view of everything between her legs. It made her hotter for him. She wanted him to see. She leaned back on one elbow and slid three fingers inside herself, her fluids dripping over the back of her hand as she plunged them deep and withdrew them, plunged them inside. She withdrew them again and shifted one finger to her ass, fil ing both holes with a groan. She fel back on the table, freeing her other hand to rub her clit. Brian’s solo was building, his fingers moving over the notes faster and faster as she stroked herself toward orgasm.

“Brian,” she gasped. “Brian!”

His solo stopped and his guitar landed somewhere on the floor with a clang. He tossed the chair aside and struggled with the fly of his pants. When his c**k sprang free, he pushed her hands aside and plunged into her. She lifted her head to look at him and then dropped it back onto the table with a bang as her back arched in pleasure.

“Good God, woman. What are you doing to me?” he groaned. He f**ked her harder than ever, cursing under his breath as if she’d made him angry. He shifted her hips off the table slightly, which gave him the leverage to slam into her even harder. It hurt so good. His bal s slapped against her ass with each penetrating thrust, teasing her into wanting something a little dirtier.

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“We eat on that table, you know,” someone yel ed from the other room.

Brian paused in mid-thrust. She looked up at him. His face was red with exertion. Hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. Mmm. Gorgeous man.

“Trey has a point,” he said.

He pul ed out and Myrna groaned in protest. He dropped to his knees between her legs and plunged his tongue inside her. He gripped her thighs as he ate her out. Sucking, biting, licking, probing her ****, her ass, her **** again with his tongue. She couldn’t keep track of his chaotic motions, could only focus on the excitement and pleasure it drew from her trembling body. When his mouth shifted to her clit, she cried out with release. “God, yes, Brian. Yes! Yes!” Her juices dripped down the crack of her ass. He lapped up every drop.

“What are you doing to her?” someone cal ed from the other room.

“He’s eating,” Myrna yel ed. “Don’t bother him.”

There was a smattering of laughter from beyond the dining room. Brian stood up and smiled down at her crookedly. His lips were wet and swol en. She rose up to kiss him. The taste of her fluids on his lips made her bel y quiver. She grabbed his c**k and guided it inside her body, shifting forward to force him deeper. He thrust into her gently but not deeply enough to do anything but drive her mad with anticipation. He kissed her deeply though, his tongue mingling with hers. He pul ed away and looked down at her, his eyes glazed with passion.

“Brian,” she whispered. “Wil you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

“**** me in the ass.”

“You like anal? I’m not very good at—”

She covered his lips with her fingertips. “I’ve never tried it. I want to try different things with you. Is that okay?”

He made a sound of amusement against her fingertips. “I’m game for anything, sweetheart.”

Her mind began to flip through al the dirty fantasies she had, but had never been able to fulfil . “Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Just this for now. Wil it hurt?”

“It might. I’m not real y built for it, you know?”

“You are huge.” She trailed her fingers over his bare chest. She’d been craving pleasurable pain from him al day. Why hesitate?

“But I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you to hurt me.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Seriously?”

“Yes.” She pushed him away, her heart pounding with excitement and a little fear. She turned around and bent over the table, using her hands to spread her ass cheeks. He lowered his head and licked her hole, wetting it with as much saliva as he could. When he stopped, she looked at him over her shoulder. He tore open a condom from his pants pocket, applied it and stood behind her. She forced herself to relax, waiting in anticipation for his huge c**k to fil her forbidden hole. He rubbed the head of his c**k over the puckered flesh and gently pressed forward. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out. Surely his ***** had enlarged three times its normal size. She grunted as he pressed deeper. She released her ass cheeks and reached her arms in front of her, her fingertips digging into the hard smooth table surface.

“Ow,” she gasped.

“I’l stop,” he said.

“No, don’t stop. We just need—”

A tube slid across the table toward her and she caught it. “Lubrication,” she said grateful y.

“Dude, so not cool. Lube is always needed for backdoor entry.” Trey stuck his sucker back in his mouth and left the room.

“Thank you, Trey,” Myrna cal ed.

She handed the tube to Brian and waited while he applied it to his c**k and used his fingers to spread it inside her. “Does it bother you that they’re out there listening to everything we’re doing?” Brian asked. Them being there made her feel that much dirtier. She didn’t want to pretend to be pure. Jeremy had always expected that of her and she hated everything about that man. “If it bothered me, I’d have taken you into a room with a door.”

He chuckled. “I do think I’m in love with you.”

She tensed. No, don’t say that. He pressed deeper. “Ah, God,” she gasped, squeezing her eyes tightly closed. She couldn’t take any more. It burned. Deeper. She bit her lip, tears streaming down her face, the pressure inside her painful and thril ing at the same time.

“Are you sure about this?” Brian asked.

She wasn’t. It hurt pretty badly, even with the lube, but she nodded, several tears splashing down onto the table in front of her. He started to withdraw and the pain was instantly replaced by blinding pleasure. “Mmmmm,” she purred. He pressed forward again. Even deeper this time. The pain receded to a heavy ful ness. Not pleasurable exactly. Strange. He backed away. A feeling of relief. Definitely pleasurable.

“It feels so good when you pul out,” she gasped. But to pul out, he had to slide in. He pressed forward again. The pain of his penetration blended with the pleasure of his withdraw. She gasped and shifted her legs further apart to give him better access.

“That’s it, baby.” He took her slowly for a few more strokes, al owing her body to adjust to his size, and when she was able to take him completely without whimpering, he leaned over her and rested his fists on the table. His strokes increased in speed and her pu**y ached for its neglect as his bal s bounced against her throbbing labia and clit. He f**ked her harder now, the pain intense, but the pleasure ten times sweeter. She sobbed from the excitement of it.

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“Are you crying?” He paused and leaned over her shoulder to look at her.

She hid her face in her hands. “Don’t stop now,” she pleaded, her voice hitching.

“You are crying.”

“I like it, Brian. Don’t stop. Do it hard. Please. Hurt me. I’m so dirty. I’m so f**king dirty. Punish me.”

He dropped a tender kiss on her shoulder. “You’re not dirty, sweetheart. You’re beautiful. Tel me when you’ve had enough.”

He slowed his strokes, not backing off on how deep he took her, just how quickly. Her thighs quivered. Slow was better. She could take this languid pain without sobbing.

“This feels nice, Myr, but I don’t hear music.” He reached around her and stroked her clit until she sputtered with an orgasm that left her entirely disoriented. He pul ed out. “I know you crave pain because I made you feel like a whore.”

How did he know that? She lifted her body from the table and turned to look at him. She opened her mouth to protest. He covered her lips with his fingers.

“That voyeuristic stuff was hot, Myrna, but I’d rather treasure you. I don’t think you understand how beautiful you are. How amazing your lack of inhibition is. How wonderful…” He seemed to realize he’d said too much. Her heart twanged. Sweet *** god. “Thank you,” she whispered.

He kissed her cheek, and stripped himself of the condom before forcing his hard c**k back into his pants. He handed her the towel he’d worn out of the bathroom.

“And it might not bother you to run around naked in front of my band mates, but I don’t like it.”

She nodded and wrapped the towel around her body.

“Let’s go find a room with a door. And we’l try something different, if you like.”

“I would like that, if you’re wil ing to indulge me.”

“I’m the one who’s being indulged here.” He grinned, took her hand and led her from the dining room toward one of the two bedrooms in the suite.

Sed glanced up from the TV to watch them pass. “You two done so soon?”

“Just getting started,” Brian said.

Chapter 6

Brian led Myrna to the bedroom and closed the door. She looked up at him expectantly in the limited light spil ing between the heavy drapes. He smiled, cupping her cheek and running his thumb over her cheekbone. This woman. This beautiful, intel igent, witty, fun, ***y woman. How could he not fal for her? He knew she’d crush his heart like a bug and didn’t care. He wondered if she had marathon *** with every lover she’d taken. She was certainly eager and skil ed. He didn’t dare ask her. He didn’t want to know that he wasn’t special. Wanted to believe that he was the first, the only man with whom she’d experienced this level of passion. He could pretend. And he could indulge. If new experiences were what she wanted, he’d do his damnedest to give them to her. She laid a gentle hand on his bare bel y and he tensed. He was stil rock hard, but he wanted to go slow with her this time, not lose himself in mindless f**king. Not that mindless f**king was bad. It was spectacular, and she was so open to it. It blew his mind. She deserved to be treasured though and he would take the time to make her feel beautiful, as he’d promised. He should have never let Eric watch. He knew that’s why she was feeling dirty. When that solo had come to him, he hadn’t been thinking about how his total disregard for her feelings would affect her.

He bent his head to kiss her eyelids. Her cheeks. The tip of her nose. Even though she offered her beguiling mouth, he refused her lips. Not yet. But her jaw, yes, he kissed her there, and her neck just beneath her ear. Her pulse drummed just beneath his lips. She sighed and buried her fingers in his hair, tilting her head to the side to al ow him easy access. Her skin was damp and cool. He used his mouth to warm a trail down the side of her neck.

She shuddered.

“Are you cold?” he whispered, drawing her toward the bed and warm covers.

“I’m on fire.”

He grinned. She was always on fire. And he wil ingly dove in, knowing he’d get burned. Perhaps that was part of the attraction. He lifted her and laid her down on the bed, leaving her most beguiling parts covered with the towel. He’d get to those parts eventual y, but he wanted to start where she wouldn’t expect it. He knelt on the end of the bed, lifted her leg, and took her dainty foot in his hands, massaging the instep with his thumbs. He rested her heel against his shoulder and kissed her ankle, her calf, and the back of her knee. She sighed. His tongue darted over the sensitive skin there, tracing chaotic patterns behind her knee. He could almost see the sweet wel between her thighs. The shadow of the towel was the only thing keeping her secrets from view. His c**k throbbed with need. His bal s ached. He’d already exploded several times today. How could his body crave more already? He wasn’t usual y this randy. Why her?

Why not?

He brushed the towel aside. He just wanted a peek. A mistake. He didn’t want to start rutting on her like a horny teen, but the lovely vision of her slightly parted pink lips, opening to parts that begged to be fil ed, had him reaching for the fly of his jeans. He released the buttons and freed The Beast from his pants, grabbing it firmly with one hand to try to keep it under control. She chuckled and he glanced up at her, his tongue stil darting over the skin behind her knee. She was watching him. He lifted his head. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing. I know what you’re thinking, is al .”

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“What am I thinking?”

“That there’s a silky hole in your line of sight that needs fil ing, but you promised to make me feel beautiful, so you’re going to hold off as long as possible.”

He smiled and released his c**k to slide a finger inside her. Her slick flesh swal owed his finger in liquid heat. “This silky hole?”

He loved the look of his finger buried inside her and was unwil ing to remove it.

“That’s the hole I was thinking of. Is that the one you were thinking of?”

He moved his other hand from her foot,and probed her ass with another finger. “There’s this one, too.”

She squirmed. “Do you prefer that one?”

“I greatly prefer the former, actual y.”

“So do I. And now I know for sure, thanks to you.”

He removed the tip of his finger from her ass and slid a second finger into her pu**y. Yeah, that looked even better. His thumb rubbed over the hood of her clit. Her body jerked.

“I’m sorry to be so predictable,” he murmured. “I real y did bring you in here to smother you with affection.”

“I’d rather you submit to what you real y want to do.”

Withdrawing his fingers slightly, he pressed them inside her again, absorbed by the appeal of watching. Deciding he’d much rather watch his c**k ramming into her, he glanced around the wel -decorated room. The long dresser was about hip high. He slid from the end of the bed, stood up, and applied the last condom from his pocket. Waiting was no longer an option. He leaned over the bed, gripped her soft ass and dragged her toward him.

She gasped in surprise when he picked her up and turned to sit her on top of the dresser.

“Here?” she asked.

“I want to watch,” he murmured. “Have you ever done it like this?”

She shook her head, kissed his forehead and perched on the edge of the dresser, spreading her legs wide to give him an unfettered view. He had to possess her. Right then. No more waiting.

He grabbed his c**k and inserted it into her beckoning warmth. He sighed as he slid deep, his eyes focused on the action between their bodies. The vision of his c**k buried inside her, matched with the feel of her warmth gripping him, caused his stomach to clench with need. Her forehead rested on his shoulder so she could watch, too. He let the urgency carry his rhythm, sliding in and out of her faster and faster. Watching the ebb and flow of her flesh as it accepted his so perfectly. He rocked on the bal s of his feet so he could take her hard. Ground his c**k deep so she’d make that pleading, mewing sound in the back of her throat. He didn’t know if she even realized she made it, but it drove him crazy. And then, he heard it again.

The music.

He tried to ignore it, only wanting to concentrate on the sight of his c**k disappearing into Myrna’s tight body. Feel her warmth around him and the slightly painful dig of her fingertips into his upper arms. Smel her skin, her sweat, her ***. Hear nothing but those maddening little sounds she made. Taste her lips. He placed a finger under her chin and claimed her mouth, plunging his tongue into her mouth. So sweet.

The series of chords repeated in his head.

He tore his mouth from hers and looked down into her eyes. “Say my name,” he whispered.

“Brian.”

He could stil hear the music. “Louder.”

“Brian.”

Not loud enough. He’d make her scream it. Her cries would drown out the music.

He picked her up off the dresser, stil impaled by his ****, and carried her to the bed. He tumbled onto the bed with her, driving himself deep. Her back arched and she made that sound that grabbed him by the bal s. He pounded into her, ground against her clit, and then withdrew completely. She cried out in protest.

“What do you want, baby?” he whispered into her ear. “Tel me.”

“Your ****. Take me hard, Brian. Please.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t hear you. What do you want me to do?”

“Hard! **** me hard, Brian!”

Yeah, that’s it. He could barely hear the riff now. He slid into her body slowly. “Like this?”

“Harder!”

He slid out slowly. “You want me to pul out?”

She slapped him hard across the face. He flinched, his cheek stinging. He was too stunned to respond at first. She grabbed a handful of his hair.

“I said to f**k me! Did you hear that?”

Oh, he’d heard her. He’d f**k her until she begged him to stop.

He took her hard, fast and deep. She was screaming his name now, “Yes, Brian. Yes!” but it was no use. The music consumed him. Her body convulsed beneath him, the muscles inside her tightening around his c**k in hard spasms. He leaned away from her enough to find her clit with his fingertips. He stroked her persistently as she came, her pu**y sucking at his c**k in a maddening fashion. The chords playing through his mind sucked at him almost as maddeningly.

“Brian, you’ve got to stop,” she panted. “Please, I can’t take any more.”

He moved his hand away and she relaxed slightly. He grinned wickedly and stroked her clit again. Harder and faster this time, as he continued to drive his c**k into her. Her entire body shook uncontrol ably.

“Oh God. Oh God!”

“Yes?” He bit her earlobe. “I’m going to keep you here, coming repeatedly, until I let go. Is that okay with you?”

He stopped moving his fingers so she could think wel enough to respond.

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“Please, stop,” she gasped. “Oh. Oh. Don’t stop. Never stop. Never.” She shuddered violently again. “Oh God, you have to stop.”

He paused, letting her catch her breath.

“There’s got to be a compromise in there somewhere.” His fingers stroked her mercilessly again. The solo struck him as her pu**y clenched around him in another orgasm and she writhed beneath him in ecstasy. Damn. He couldn’t pretend to ignore the music anymore.

“You’re not going to believe this,” he murmured.

She blinked at him as if he’d asked her to define the meaning of life, and then she seemed to drift back to her senses. “You’re hearing music again?”

“Yeah. And… it’s a bal ad.”

“You need to slow down?”

“Unfortunately.”

“I think I can tolerate it, if you can.” She chuckled tiredly, her body limp beneath him. He sighed and pul ed out before col ecting a pad of hotel stationary and a pen from a round table near the window. He climbed back on top of her. He set the paper on her shoulder, uncapped the pen with his teeth and jotted the first few notes down. He couldn’t hear the music when he wasn’t inside his lovely Myrna, so he slid into her body and concentrated on the sounds in his head while he fil ed her body with slow, steady strokes.

He was scarcely aware of her soft sighs, as the notes seemed to appear by magic, just like before. It turned out he was writing a series of connected solos. By the time he finished scribbling them down, he’d exhausted himself entirely. The pen tumbled from his fingertips and he looked down at Myrna.

She smiled up at him. “Al finished?”

How many women would let him drift off like that in the middle of *** without busting his bal s over it? How many women evoked that response in him in the first place? Only one.

He smiled sleepily. “I think I’m too tired to finish.”

“You’ve been at it for over an hour,” she whispered. “Do you want me to take over and help you out?”

Over an hour? That would explain why he was drenched in sweat and weak with exhaustion. “I’d appreciate it.”

He rol ed onto his back. Cold air bathed his crotch. He shivered. She straddled his hips and eased him inside her heavenly warmth. Myrna must have realized he needed to find release quickly. He’d built himself up beyond his usual peak without realizing it. He ached. She rode him fast, increasing his urgency.

Ah, she felt good. Tight. Warm. Soft. Smooth. Slick. Tight. Ah, God. So warm.

He had to come. Had to let it go. Couldn’t stop it. Had to. Had…

He erupted with a hoarse cry, spurting into her with glorious release, wishing he wasn’t wearing a condom. Wanting his seed inside her. Confused about those feelings. She col apsed on top of him and he wrapped his arms around her to hold her close. He drifted to sleep with her soft cheek pressed to his chest, his achingly ful heart throbbing within. At last. He’d found her. His one.

Chapter 7

Myrna knocked at the “Staff Only” door behind the stadium. A large man pul ed the door ajar, blocking its opening with his broad body.

“Can I help you, ma’am?”

She’d had nothing to wear but professional attire, but being cal ed ma’am smacked of elderly lady and set her teeth on edge.

“I’m a guest of Sinners.”

He gave her a “yeah, right” look and consulted a paper attached to his clipboard. “Name?”

“Myrna.” She coughed. “Myrna Suxsed.”

He grinned at her. “You must have a lot of sisters. There are half a dozen girls with that same last name on my list.”

She cleared her throat. “Indeed.”

He stepped aside, handed her a backstage pass with her fake name on it and pointed her down a corridor. People stood outside doors marked with the names of the opening bands. Most of the hal -dwel ers were young women who looked as expected. Wearing a black bra as a shirt seemed to be the norm. Myrna pretended to fit in, but she stuck out like a sore thumb. Every person she passed stopped talking in mid-sentence to gawk at her. Perhaps she should have bought some blue jeans. She hadn’t thought wearing a suit would be a big deal. Uh, wrong.

When she spotted the dressing room marked Sinners, she smiled. She’d be safe from the glares of rabid fans once safely inside. Right?

She knocked on the door and someone pul ed it open. Expecting to see only the band members, she found the dressing room fil ed wal -to-wal with people and didn’t recognize anyone. She slipped inside and closed the door. As she made her way across the room, looking for anyone who looked remotely familiar, she got a lot of double takes.

“Myrna!” Eric cal ed. “You made it.”

She cringed as he sprinted across the room and lifted her off the floor, her arms trapped at her sides. His height threw her off guard, six-four maybe, but rail thin. She hadn’t realized how damned tal he was until her feet rose nearly a foot off the ground.

“Put me down.”

Eric spun her around, kissed her loudly on the temple, and set her on her feet.

A young woman wearing black lipstick grabbed Eric’s arm. “Who’s she?”

He smacked the girl on the ass. “None of your business. Go get me a beer.”

And off she went without protest.

“Where’s Brian?” Myrna asked.

“He’s getting al dol ed up for the stage. I can look like crap. I sit behind the drum kit. But he’s front and center so he needs to look beautiful. Do you want a beer?”

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“No, thanks. And you don’t look like crap.” She smoothed the lock of crimson hair that rested against his neck.

“Does Myrna have a crush on me?” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pul ed her against his side. Someone snapped a picture.

“Hey,” Myrna cal ed after the guy with the camera and squirmed out of Eric’s grasp. “Hey, I didn’t say you could take my picture. Hey!”

A black T-shirt over a hard-muscled chest appeared before her. She paused. Too tal to be Brian. She glanced up and her knees went weak.

“Sed?”

His lips curled into a self-satisfied smile, but she couldn’t see his eyes beneath his dark, mirrored sunglasses. He fingered the backstage pass she had clipped to her suit lapel. “Hel o, Miss Suxsed. Good to see you here.”

“Y-you look… different.” Hot was what she meant, but she didn’t want to turn into one of those blubbering fans prostrating themselves at his feet. He had half a dozen of them in tow as it was.

“I can’t believe you wore a business suit to a metal concert, Professor. I think your bal s are bigger than mine.”

“Not possible,” the blonde to his left said and snorted at her own joke.

“Master Sinclair is in the bathroom.” Sed jerked his head in the direction of a door toward the back of the room. “He needs the quiet before a gig, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind seeing his muse for a few moments.”

“Thanks, Sed.”

“Who was that?” the blonde asked Sed.

“None of your business. Go get me a beer.” And off she went without protest. A brunette took the empty place at Sed’s side. Myrna picked her way across the room. She spotted Jace in the far corner getting his hair fashioned into spikes by a roadie with a huge tub of green hair gel. Trey had two suckers in his mouth and a girl on his knee. The incredibly attractive young man sitting next to him had his hand on Trey’s thigh, but Trey didn’t seem to notice. He waved at Myrna when he saw her. She waved back, stopped in front of the bathroom door, and knocked.

“Occupied,” Brian’s voice came from the other side.

“It’s Myrna. Can I come in?”

The door opened. A hand in a fingerless, leather glove grabbed her forearm and tugged her inside. Brian wrapped her in a tight embrace. She buried her nose in his leather jacket at his shoulder. God, he smel ed good. In the three hours since she’d last seen him, she’d actual y missed him. Not good. She had to say good-bye to him in a couple of hours.

“I’m glad you made it,” he murmured.

His hard body trembled against her. She leaned back to look at him and she couldn’t help but gape. Heavy black eyeliner surrounded his eyes.

“You’re wearing more makeup than I am.”

“Do I look like a pu**y?” Staring into the mirror above the sink, he barred his teeth at his reflection to make himself look mean. Myrna hugged him from behind. “No. As always, you look ***ier than should be al owed by law.”

“Are you going to arrest me?”

Her hand slid down to cup his package through his pants. “No, but I might have to punish you.”

Brian caught her hand. “Don’t get me worked up now,” he said. “I’ve got to be on stage in thirty minutes and I can barely walk as it is.”

She chuckled. Her hips and legs had gotten quite a workout today as wel . “I know the feeling. Is that why you’re trembling?”

He shook his head. “Typical preshow jitters. I’l be fine once I’m on stage.”

He tugged her around his body so that she faced him. She leaned back against the sink and accepted his tender kiss.

“I’m glad you came,” he said. “I had it in my head that I’d never see you again.”

“I wouldn’t miss this show for anything. I might not look it, but I’m your biggest fan.”

“I like this suit.” He fingered the top button of her blouse. “Do you have your garters on underneath?”

“If I decide you’re worthy, you might find out after the show.”

“Now there’s an incentive. I better get warmed up. My fingers are stiff.”

“Wil you kiss me first?”

He rested his hands on the sink on either side of her hips and leaned forward to claim her mouth. Like a struck match, she ignited with need. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers intertwined with the hair at the nape of his neck. Normal y soft, it was now stiff and sticky with hairspray and gel. She felt she had access to two undeniably ***y men in one. The real Brian she’d spent the day with—a ten out of ten. And this rock star version, Master Sinclair—another ten out of ten. They were the same person, and yet total y different.

Pul ing away slowly, he opened his eyes to pin her with a sultry look. “I’l play something for you on stage.”

“What?” she asked breathlessly.

“You’l know.”

Leaving Myrna leaning against the sink, Brian opened the bathroom door. Some girl with black and purple hair was instantly in his face. “Master Sinclair! Final y. I’ve been waiting to see you for-like-ever!” She grabbed his arm and hopped up and down. “Oh my God, I loooooove you. Can I have your autograph? Pleeeeeease.”

He scarcely glanced at her as he signed the insert to a Sinners CD that she’d handed him. The girl looked over his shoulder into the bathroom. “Who’s that?”

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“None of your business.” He handed her pen and CD insert back to her. “Go get me a beer.”

And off she went without protest.

Myrna laughed. Brian glanced at her over his shoulder, an eyebrow quirked at her. She shook her head at him, stil grinning. How easy would it be to get a superiority complex with these fans racing around to fulfil his every request?

Chapter 8

Standing on the floor looking up at the stage with a couple of the roadies and several girls from the dressing room, Myrna waited for Sinners to make their entrance. Her heart thudded with anticipation.

“Who are you, anyway?” one of the dressing room girls asked.

“None of your business. Go get me a beer,” Myrna said.

The girl scowled at her, creasing her heavy blue and black eye makeup. Myrna wondered if she thought that much glitter was real y necessary. It detracted from her looks rather than adding to them.

“Uh. That was a joke,” Myrna said. “I’m a friend of Brian’s.”

“Did you babysit him when he was in elementary school or something?”

Ouch.

“No, actual y, I’m f**king him.”

“Heh, I thought so.” The girl grinned. “How’d he hook up with a stuffy chick like you?”

Myrna shrugged. “Who are you here with?”

“Sed or Trey. I was hoping Brian, since Angie split, but he’s a one chick kind of guy.”

“Sed or Trey?”

“Maybe both. Depends on their mood and how tired they are after the show.”

“Not Eric or Jace?”

“Eric wil probably watch. He can bang me when Sed’s done if he feels like it. And Jace… He’s way too extreme for me.”

“Jace is?” Cute and quiet little Jace?

Another girl nodded, joining their conversation. “Jace is a lunatic. First, he asked me to hit him with this whip thing to get him al in the mood, and then when we were doing it, I thought he was going to kil me. I mean literal y. I almost suffocated.”

“Huh.” Myrna never expected that kind of thing from Jace. “And what are your names?”

“I’m Darlene,” the girl in heavy eye makeup said.

“Joyce,” said the near fatality.

“I’m Myrna. Myrna Suxsed.”

The girls laughed. “We’re related. Sisters, I guess.”

“So you sucked Sed off before you hooked up with Brian?” Joyce asked. “I’m surprised Brian tolerated that.”

“Uh, no.”

“Then how’d you get a backstage pass from Sed?”

Myrna flushed. She supposed since Sed’s fake last name branded her pass, everyone thought she’d sucked his c**k to get backstage. “Let me get this straight. Sed makes young ladies suck him to get backstage?”

“Minimum,” Darlene said.

“That ass!” Myrna sputtered.

“Yes, it’s a very nice ass,” Joyce said. The two girls giggled and hugged each other.

“So you’re okay with being treated like that?” Myrna asked. “Do you let al men treat you that way?”

“Of course not. But this is Sed Lionheart we’re talking about here. The Sed Lionheart. You know? If he stepped in dog ****, I’d lick it off his boot if he asked me to,” Darlene said.

“Not if I did it first,” Joyce said.

“Un-****ing-believable,” Myrna murmured under her breath.

The stadium lights went off and a blue light il uminated just the floor of the stage. Four sets of feet moved through the blue glow. The roar of the crowd was deafening. Myrna’s heart thundered. One of those sets of feet belonged to Brian. The thud of a bass drum vibrated through her body. Jace’s bass groove joined Eric’s beat, throbbing deep in Myrna’s chest. Trey’s rhythm guitar was added, and then Brian’s unmistakable solo intro. The crowd roared. A bright light flashed and the lights came up. Center stage, Sed entered the song with a low growl into the microphone. The girls beside her screamed and thrust their fists in the air.

Myrna couldn’t take her eyes off Brian, not even to blink. She watched him stalk the stage, playing his guitar as if it were an extension of his fingers. It was almost as if he were making love to it. And she wasn’t jealous of the attention he paid to the strings. It excited her in a primitive way she couldn’t describe. Perhaps it was the ten thousand other people he engaged with his wickedly seductive fingers. When they reached the guitar solo in the middle of the song, Brian took center stage and Sed moved to the back next to Jace. The crowd roared, bodies undulating against each other in a sea of flesh and sweat before the stage.

“You’re a f**king genius, Master Sinclair,” one of the roadies hol ered. The dude must see this show almost every night and he was stil caught up in it. Myrna just watched, every nerve in her body responsive. She felt… alive.

“**** yeah! Play it, baby!” Myrna yel ed.

Darlene laughed and patted her on the back enthusiastical y. “Excel ent score, Myrna. Master Sinclair is smoking hot.”

Trey’s dueling solo entered into harmony with Brian’s and he stepped beside him center stage. They strummed each other’s guitars while fingering their own fret boards in synchrony. There was something highly erotic about watching them play together. An unexpected intimacy flowed between the two men. An intimacy she’d like to share. Simultaneously. Heat flooded her face and the swel ing folds between her thighs. Oh my. What was she thinking? Brian and Trey. Together. With her? Just the thought sent her into sensory overload. She fanned her face with one hand.

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Another roar from the crowd erupted as the guitarists finished and spun away from each other. Trey did this heel stomping thing that was entirely adorable. It was as if his body couldn’t help but respond to the music. He rocked forward on his toes in rhythm with each chord he strummed. Myrna hadn’t realized how irresistibly ***y Trey was until that moment. Hel , Jace and even Eric excited her, and she couldn’t see anything of Eric but his flailing drumsticks behind the drum kit. Sed entered the song again, singing his heart out at the far end of the stage. Fans surfed the crowd, eventual y landing in the space between the low barrier fence and the stage. Security guards pul ed them to safety and the fans rushed past where Myrna was standing, screaming excitedly as they raced to rejoin the crowd from the back. Myrna scarcely noticed anything but the five men on stage and one in particular. Brian had moved into the background again. He faced Eric’s drum kit and bobbed his head to the beat as he played. When the song ended, the stage went dark and the crowd roared their approval. Myrna was no exception. These musicians were beyond awesome. And she knew them. This was al so un-****ing-believable. She cheered with the rest of their fans, hungry for more.

A spotlight lit the stage front and center, showing Sed standing on a platform at its front. “How are you tonight, Chicago?” he yel ed and pointed his microphone at the audience.

The crowd roared. He put a hand to his ear and they screamed louder.

Sed spoke into the mic again. “We started working on our new album today. What do you think about that?”

More excited screams. Myrna’s entire body grew hot. She had a little something to do with that. Not much, but she’d been there.

“Master Sinclair wil be treating you to a new solo in a little while, but right now we’re going to climb… the gates… of hel .”

The crowd roared when Brian’s intro to “Gates of Hel ” poured from the speakers. The rest of the band joined him on the fifth measure. The crowd went insane. Electrified by the energy of ten thousand young adults, Myrna eagerly joined the insanity. Brian crossed the stage in her direction. She doubted he could see her standing in the dark on the floor beside the stage, but he looked right at her and winked. Myrna’s breath caught. He headed across the stage in the other direction, stil playing. Sed dropped his mic during the long musical outro and jumped into the crowd. Myrna’s heart thudded with apprehension, hoping he wasn’t hurt. Not a chance. The crowd tossed him back toward the stage until the security guards rescued him from their eager clutches and set him to his feet on the floor. The entire barrier fence buckled as the crowd surged forward in his wake. A roadie darted across the stage, picked up Sed’s mic and tossed it down to him. Brian, Trey, and Jace were having a guitar-playing orgy center stage. Sed sang the rest of the song on the floor before the barrier fence. He al owed the crowd to touch his shoulder, arm, and free hand as he paced back and forth. When the song ended, he ran toward the side of the stage where Myrna was standing.

“Hey, Myrna,” he said breathlessly as he passed her. “Are you enjoying the show?”

“Y-yeah,” she sputtered stupidly.

“Sed!” Darlene screamed.

But he had already trotted up the steps and returned to the stage.

“This audience f**king rocks!” Sed yel ed to the crowd. They responded with another roar of excitement. “What do you think, Master Sinclair?”

“I don’t know, Sed. I can barely hear them.” The sound of Brian’s voice over the sound system made Myrna’s knees wobbly. That same voice had brought her to screams only hours before and now ten thousand people responded to him with deafening shouts of approval. Brian held up his guitar pick. “Who wants it?”

Arms extended over the barrier, straining for the proffered prize. He tossed the pick into the audience, causing a wave of bodies to sink in pursuit. He removed his guitar and a roadie dashed across the stage with a silver acoustic. Brian exchanged instruments and the roadie returned to the side of the stage with the electric guitar. After Brian had settled the instrument in place, he plucked a new pick from the tape attached to his mike stand. He glanced at it, as if looking for flaws, and then moved toward Myrna. He didn’t look at her this time. Instead, he sat on a platform, facing the audience at an angle. She’d have to settle for looking at his back and imagine the feel of his hair between her fingers.

“Should we slow this down a little?” Sed asked the crowd. The lights lowered except for a soft glow coming from behind the band. Brian sat on a platform on one end of the stage and Trey sat on the other end. They strummed the gentle chords of their most famous bal ad on acoustic guitars.

“Let me see your mood lighting,” Sed said.

Lighters flicked on. Cel phones flipped open. The sea of smal lights shone brightly in the darkness of the crowd. The music of this song wasn’t as loud as the previous, so Myrna could hear the crowd singing along with Sed. He had a satin smooth voice when he wasn’t screaming. She had forgotten how beautiful y he sang. He sat on the front edge of the stage and gave every word a piece of his soul. Myrna could total y see Sed’s al ure, but Brian was the one she wanted. After the first six songs, the rest of the band left the stage for a short break, leaving Brian by himself. He took the mic in the center of the stage. “Sed promised you a taste of my new solo. Don’t laugh if I f**k it up. I wrote it today.” He paused for effect and then started to play. The notes of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,” with Trey’s signature shred, emitted from the amplified speakers. Brian hit the whammy bar on the last note. If anyone could make “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” rock, it was Master Sinclair. “Awesome, huh?” He grinned. Myrna’s heart melted. “I guess that’s more Trey’s speed.”