Sinners On Tour 04 Wicked Beat (11 page)

“Oh God, Reb. Stop. It feels too good. I can’t—”

She sucked him dry and then pulled back to release him from her mouth. “Oh, monsieur, that was so delicious. I would like more please.”

“Give me five minutes,” he said breathlessly.

She stood and snuggled against his chest. “I have such strange feelings between my legs, monsieur. What does it mean?”

“Strange feelings?”

“Yes, there is a wetness there, and it throbs and aches.”

“Perhaps I should take a look.”

Rebekah chuckled. “Yeah, I really think you should.”

Eric turned off the water and led her to the bench. He spread several towels over its surface, knowing his beautiful Rebekah deserved better. “Lie here, mademoiselle. I will try to help you with your strange feelings between your legs.”

“Thank you, monsieur. It is most perplexing.”

He sat on a towel on the floor and pulled her to the end of the bench. He stroked her slippery folds with two fingers. “I see the wetness you were talking about,” he said.

“What is it?”

He touched his tongue to her flesh, and she jerked in response. “My favorite flavor,” he murmured and licked the rim of her opening until she was clinging to his hair, and her juices were flowing freely.

“Oh, monsieur. A little higher up there is a spot that needs examining, I think.”

Eric grinned. He leaned away and drew his fingers through the curls at the apex of her thighs. “Here?”

“Close,” she panted.

He brushed his fingertips over her clit. “Here?”

She sucked a breath through her teeth. “Yes. Yes. Right there.”

He rubbed her clit in a circular motion. “Does that help?”

“Oh yes.”

He leaned forward to replace his fingers with the suction of his lips and the flick of his tongue. “Oh Eric,” she gasped. “I’m so close. Slide your fingers inside me.”

He knew she was worried about her body being weird inside. He hesitated. “Are you sure?”

“P-please.”

He slid the tip of one finger into her hot, slick flesh. His cock grew hard within seconds. He inserted a second finger and slowly pushed inward while he continued to suck and flick her clit.

“Oh, yes, Eric. That feels so good. Does it feel weird inside?”

It felt like pure heaven. Smooth. Warm. Silky. He wanted to bury his cock inside that slick, swollen passage. “It feels perfect, Rebekah. Perfect. Not weird at all.”

He pressed his fingers into her as deeply as he could and then slowly withdrew before thrusting inside again. He continued to take her deeply with his fingers while he suckled her clit. She cried out, and her pussy gripped his fingers in rhythmic spasms as she came. Nothing weird about that either. He only wished her muscles were gripping his cock and he was joining her in bliss. When her body stilled, he carefully removed his fingers from her body.

“I’m ready,” she whispered. “Put it in.”

“What?”

“Put it in, Eric. I want to know what it feels like for you.”

“You’re asking me to make love to you? All the way. For real?”

“Yes.”

“Not here,” he said.

He climbed to his feet, stricken by her beauty. Flushed skin, dazed expression, heavy eyelids. She gnawed on the side of her finger, and he forgot the thread of their conversation.

“What do you mean, not here?” she asked, a hitch in her voice. If she started that stuttering, he would totally lose it. “Don’t you want to?”

“Our first time will be someplace nice. Get dressed. We’re going to the most expensive hotel I can find.”

“But—”

“No arguments, mademoiselle. I’m going to make love to you in a nice comfortable bed, not on a bench in a men’s locker room.”

“Why Eric Sticks, I never knew you were the considerate, romantic type.”

“I was mostly thinking about how hard it would be on my back.” He clutched his lower back and grimaced in pain.

“Sure you were.”

***

Eric found Jon in a dressing room playing a drinking game with the vocalist and drummer of the opening band, Kickstart.

“Eric!” Jon said in his outside voice. “What’s going on? Grab a chair. These dudes know how to party.”

“I can’t stay. I just want to borrow your car.”

“For what?”

“For a while.”

“Sit down. We have tequila. Good stuff. Not that rotgut you carry around in your flask.”

“I’ve got other things to do,” Eric insisted. He glanced over his shoulder and caught sight of Rebekah waiting near the door. She was twisting her hands in the hem of her T-shirt and looking entirely adorable as usual.

“Such as?” Jon pressed.

Eric forced his attention to the man he had once considered his best friend. “Important stuff. Look, can I borrow your car? If not, I’ll call a cab or something.”

Jon fiddled in his pocket and produced a set of keys. He held them in Eric’s direction suspended on one finger. When Eric reached for them, Jon closed his hand. “You can borrow it, but you owe me one.”

Eric stifled an angry retort. It was always like this with Jon. The guy could never do someone a favor out of the goodness of his heart. He always kept a running tab. And there was one thing he’d been holding over Eric’s head for almost three years. If Eric hadn’t wanted to take Rebekah someplace nice, he would have told Jon to forget it. He really did not want to owe the guy another debt, but taking Rebekah to a hotel where he could treat her right was totally worth it.

“Fine. I owe you one. Give me the keys.”

“You’re going to party with that hot little roadie, aren’t you? Re-bek-kah.” Jon chuckled. “She’s going to take everything she can from you and leave you high and dry like the others.”

Eric scowled. “She’s not like the others.”

“That’s what you always say.”

“Just give me the keys.” He yanked them out of Jon’s hand and stalked away.

“You’re welcome,” Jon called after him.

Eric flipped him off.

Rebekah wasn’t just using him for her own gain. Eric refused to let what Jon said get to him. Just because all his other relationships had been sham and he’d been a sucker didn’t mean this one was a repeat performance. He trusted Rebekah. Just like he automatically trusted any member of the female persuasion. Damn it.

He paused in front of Rebekah and she looked up at him, all beautiful and sweet and delicate. No way could she have some ulterior motive. Right?

“Before I do something all stupid like fall in love with you, tell me exactly why you’re with me tonight,” he blurted.

Her eyes widened as if she’d been caught doing something wrong, and Eric’s heart plummeted into his belly. Great. Just fucking wonderful. She did have some scheme planned. Did she want his money? Someone in the band wrapped around her finger as job security? A way to get closer to Trey? What?

“You’re going to make me say it?” she asked uneasily.

“Yeah. I’ve been nothing but honest with you. I think you should be just as honest with me.”

She flushed and struggled to maintain eye contact. “Okay. You… you make me feel special.”

“And?” he pressed. “What else?”

“That’s it.”

“That’s
it
?”

“Well, that, and I like to be with you.” She placed a hand on his abdomen and leaned closer. “I like you, period.”

He couldn’t help but grin. “
Yeah?
”

She smiled crookedly and nodded. “Yeah.”

He wrapped her in both arms and kissed the top of her head. “I like you, exclamation point.”

She laughed and squeezed him. “Why are you acting suspicious all of a sudden?” she said against his chest.

“Stupid Jon. Putting doubts in my head. Sorry to be such a dick.”

“You’re not being a dick. I’ve just never been in a brutally honest relationship before. It’s a little intimidating,” she said.

He did throw it all out there most of the time. “I’ll try to tone it down.”

“Don’t,” she said and slid her hand to the center of his chest to push him back far enough that she could look at him. “I like it. No head games. Better to be a little intimidated than royally confused. I spent my last relationship confused. I’m still pretty confused about it, actually.”

“I’d pry, but the last thing I want to talk about is one of your ex-boyfriends. Let’s go make love now. I need to bury myself in your sweet pussy.”

Her eyes widened, and he bit his lip.

“Sorry.” He was bound and determined to fuck this up with his big mouth.

“Don’t apologize. I need you buried inside my sweet…” She swallowed. “…pussy.” That last word came out in an excited whisper.

He grinned. “Yeah, you do.”

They headed out of the stadium and hurried toward the buses, equipment trucks, and Jon’s Jeep. Jon was not allowed on the tour bus, so he had to meet them at the venues in his own vehicle.

Eric loved how Rebekah held his hand as if they were an actual couple while they crossed the parking lot.

“Are you free of STDs?” she asked.

Eric tripped over both feet. “What? Why would you ask me something like that?”

“Just tell me the truth.”

“Yes, I’m clean. I always wear a condom. Sometimes two to decrease my sensitivity.”

“Always?”

“Yes, always.”

“Would you be against not wearing one tonight? I want you to feel everything inside me. Intimately.” She ducked her head. “I swear to you that I’m clean too.”

“You want me inside you without a condom?”

“Well, it’s not like I can get pregnant.” She sounded so sad when she said it that Eric’s heart shattered.

He released her hand so he could wrap his arm around her shoulders and draw her closer.

“Does it bother you? Knowing that?” she whispered.

“Of course not. Just the thought of being inside you without a condom has me hard as stone.”

Her hand slid over his fly and she discovered he wasn’t lying about that either.

“Are you sure you can get it up more than once in a night?” she asked.

He chuckled. That would be absolutely no problem whatsoever. Especially not with Rebekah. He’d had a perpetual stiffy since he’d gotten his first glimpse of her. “I’m sure.”

She grinned. “I’m counting on that, you know.”

She was? He wondered what she meant. When they reached Jon’s Jeep, Eric opened the door for Rebekah and helped her into the passenger side. When he climbed into the driver’s side, he pushed the seat all the way back to accommodate his long legs. Rebekah’s hand landed in his lap. At first, he thought she had her hand on his cock by mistake, but then she unfastened his fly.

“What are you—”

“Shh,” she said. “Turn on the overhead light.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s dark in here. Don’t you want to watch?”

“Watch?”

Her hand slid into his underwear and against his cock. He almost jumped out of the seat. He fumbled with the controls until the light came on. He looked at his lap and watched her slide his cock into her mouth. Watching his flesh disappear into her mouth coupled with the exquisite pleasure had his breath hitching immediately. He tenderly stroked her soft hair from her face and discovered more than the pleasure she gave as he watched. Emotions welled up in his tight chest. He’d never felt anything like this. Well, yeah, he’d had innumerable fantastic blow jobs in his life, but the other side of this was entirely new. The feeling that he’d do anything to make this woman happy, anything to be with her. That was unique and a bit scary. Not scary enough for him to back off though. His dreams of a perfect woman didn’t even come close to how wonderful Rebekah was. He knew he’d never done anything to deserve her, but that would not stop him from claiming her as his. Whatever it took.

He lost the thread of his thoughts as her suction intensified. He gasped, and his eyelids fluttered. The steering wheel was in her way, so she couldn’t pull back very far. She made up for it by writhing the back of her tongue against the head of his cock.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he watched her. “I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you.”

She sucked harder.

“God, that feels good,” he gasped. She sucked harder. She was going to make him come. Should he even try to fight it? She was unusual in that she didn’t expect him to. She liked him to get carried away in his own excitement. “Rebekah. Rebekah? Rebekah!” His fingers clutched her hair. She pulled back at the last moment and held her mouth open. He watched his cum spurt into her mouth and bathe her tongue. She shifted slightly so the second spurt hit her lower lip. Her chin. Into her mouth again.

“Fuck.” He gasped and forced himself not to squeeze his eyes shut in tormented bliss. That was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen in his life. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked long after he’d stopped spurting.

“Okay. Okay. Okay,” he gasped, his entire body shuddering with the aftereffects of release.

She released him from his blissful torture and sat upright. Her tongue slid from between her lips and she licked at the cum just under her lower lip. Eric grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap. The horn blared, and she started before laughing. He placed open-mouthed kisses on her chin, collecting his fluids from her skin before kissing her smiling lips. She returned his kisses hungrily. By the time she tugged away, his excitement was already getting the better of him again.

“If you don’t stop doing sexy stuff like that, you’re going to give me a heart attack,” he said.

“I think your heart can take it,” she challenged. “You’re young and healthy. And you lasted at least ten minutes that time.”

“I did?”

“I have this theory about you,” Rebekah said. She reached for his softening cock, which twitched excitedly in her hand as soon as she cradled it in her palm. She carefully tucked it into his boxer briefs.

“What kind of theory?”

She looked at him, her beguiling blue eyes half-hidden by thick lashes. “The more often I make you come, the longer you’ll last.”

His heart thudded. Did that mean what he thought it meant? “Are you planning on testing that theory?”

She grinned. “Heck yeah, I am.”

“You are the smartest woman I’ve ever met.”

She laughed. “I’m more into hands-on learning, if you know what I mean. Are we going to the hotel now? I want to try more experiments.”