Rock Revenge: Alex's Story

I couldn’t reconcile this man on stage, god-like and divine, with the man I knew. All the self-assuredness and all the swagger amped up into something extraordinary.

“Oh, you’ve been converted,” Carlie yelled in my ear.

I shook my head. Never. I could appreciate his performance without losing myself in it.

Only, Carlie pushed me forward with her. Edging closer to the stage, as though venturing into the eye of the storm. Closer and closer. Music engulfed me, sweaty bodies grinding and thumping. My heart beat wildly. I wanted this. I wanted to play like this, having the power to control people and build something that swarmed and flew.

Alex’s gaze searched the crowd, connecting with people. When he glanced at me, the shock almost fell me. If it wasn’t for the tight crush of people, I’d have fallen to the ground. My legs weakened and my heart exploded. Every cell in my body tingled. Inside me, I pounded to the beat, becoming one with him.

The intensity scared me stupid, I was overcome with sensation, as though drugged.

The rest of the gig went by in a blur. My body jerked and thrust, as though nothing separated us. I needed him. It might be crazy and wrong but I knew it then. Just once in this lifetime, I had to have him on top of me, grinding his hips against me, his cock buried deep.

My brain froze. Every doubt, every bit of common sense told me this was wrong. My anger vanished without a trace. I had only one objective in mind and even though I knew I shouldn’t, I couldn’t help myself.

Alex

Well, that had sucked. It’d truly sucked. Even though I’d thrown myself into the show to the best of my ability, something didn’t gel. The timing was off. Fabian missed his beats. He’d been a fucking disaster. I needed to get rid of them, both of them. Maybe it was nothing, the crowd hadn’t even noticed, but I noticed it, and it put me off. And I’d bet good money that the bigwigs noticed it too. I had no hope of impressing them now.

You couldn’t wipe those things away by saying you were having a bad day or blaming the rest of the band.

I stormed into the back room, wishing I could slam the door behind me and keep the world out. I didn’t want their sympathy or commiserations. I didn’t want any clueless nobody telling me I’d rocked out there. I’d not rocked. I’d done the opposite of rocking. Now I just wanted to wrap myself in my misery.

I grabbed my guitar and headed down the back stairs to Sally’s office. I’d lock it in there and then get out. It’d be easier to cope with this on my own. I needed fresh air and loneliness. Maybe the better part of a bottle of whiskey? I’d do that and forget the whole disaster.

I locked my gear away in the office cupboard and grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off my face. I made doubly sure everything was secure.

Dee stood in the doorway, like a burst of fresh air. Her eyes had lost their contempt, they’d lost everything but lust and longing.

“What’s up?” she asked, her voice husky.

“I’ve got to get out of here, it’s not a good time.”

She stepped from the darkness into the light of the office. I leaned against the desk, willing her to come closer. Her hips swayed as she walked into the room. Her nipples strained against the fabric of her t-shirt. She was heaven wrapped in a tasty package, and longing for her throbbed through my body.

She locked the door, then didn’t stop until she was in front of me, her face turned toward me, her body pressing against mine. The scent of her muddled my scenes. I’m not sure if she kissed me or I kissed her but our lips crushed together in a rush of heat. Her kiss hit me harder than anything in this world had ever done before. Sweet and bitter and harsh, all mixed into one. It went beyond the physical and ripped into my soul.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, until I was sure her lips would be imprinted on mine forever. She broke the kiss, moaning softly, but her body didn’t leave mine.

I picked her up and sat her on the desk, kissing her again and again.

My kisses ran from her mouth, down her neck as she moaned softly, the vibrations of her breath tickling my ears. She shrugged off her jacket as her legs wrapped around me. As I kissed her, I moved my hands under her, raising her to me. I wanted to explore every inch of her body, possessing her completely.