Rock Hard (Sinners on Tour 2)

The blonde on her knees drew Sed into the warm recess of her mouth, sucking gently. He closed his eyes, picturing Jessica’s face while Fake-n-bake sucked him. He placed a hand on the top of her head, finding her hair sticky with hair spray. He didn’t even know this chick’s name. She’d accosted him outside the tour bus only ten minutes ago, when he’d been backing Myrna’s ’57 Thunderbird off the trailer. Myrna was a sweetheart for letting them borrow her car to take her man to a strip club. Any other bride-to-be would have told them to walk.

The blonde pulled back, allowing Sed’s c**k to spring free of her mouth. The fact that he could think indicated she couldn’t keep his interest. Few women did. He opened his eyes to find her staring up at him.

“Okay, now I know I want you to f**k me,” she said.

Sed checked the time on the clock radio beside the queen-sized bed. “I don’t have time. The guys are gonna want to leave in half an hour.”

“I don’t care if you hurry.”

She climbed to her feet and peeled her tank top over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Didn’t need to. Her tits were firmer than the cantaloupes they resembled. He cupped them in his hands and squeezed. They looked good, but should be softer and yield to the palms of his hands. He pushed them together and released them, watching them settle back into place with minimal movement.

“Like I said, I only have half an hour,” he said.

“I don’t need foreplay.”

He honestly didn’t think he could get off with this chick. It could take hours.

“Hold on.” He opened the bedroom door. “Eric!” he called to the band’s drummer.

Eric stuck his head out of the bathroom. His hair was already fashioned into spikes along the center, short on one side, long on the other. The lock of hair that trailed down the side of his neck was currently dyed crimson red. Half of Eric’s lean face was covered with shaving cream; the other half, clean-shaven. He was practically ready to go, which meant Sed needed to hurry. The guys would be waiting for him and he wanted Brian’s last night as a bachelor to be memorable.

“What?” Eric asked.

“Are there any more groupies around? This chick wants me to f**k her.”

“Dude, we’re leaving soon. Just tell her no.”

“You don’t want to watch us?”

“No time.” Eric tapped his watch with the handle of his razor. “Come on. We have to hurry.”

The blonde leaned against Sed’s back, her arm wrapping around his waist. Her hand encircled his dick.

He should just tell her no, like Eric said, but he had this hard-on to contend with now. No sense in jacking off when he had warm and willing flesh at his disposal. “Thanks, Eric. For nothing.”

Eric shrugged and disappeared into the bathroom. Sed stepped back into the bedroom and closed the door. A compromise. He turned to look at the blonde and found she’d become naked.

“I’ll f**k you for like fifteen minutes,” he said, “but then you’ll have to suck me off with some enthusiasm.”

“You can’t come in fifteen minutes?”

“With one chick? No.” Unless it was Jessica. He’d never had a problem finding satisfaction before he’d met her, but since she left him…

“All right. If you don’t come in fifteen minutes, I’ll suck you off. With enthusiasm,” she said, finger quoting “enthusiasm.”

He kicked off his pants and wrapped his hands around her narrow waist. “Are you wet?”

She grinned at him. “Fuck yeah, I’m wet.”

He lifted her off the floor by her waist. “Then slide it in.”

She wrapped her long legs around his waist and reached between them to guide his c**k into her body. His hands moved to her ass. He tilted her hips and drove himself deeper. She gasped, her head falling back. “Ah, Sed.”

He stepped closer to the bed. “Lean back.”

She clung to his shoulders and leaned away from him.

“Farther,” he instructed.

“I’ll fall.”

“That’s the idea.”

She slowly leaned back, obviously not trusting him. As she lost her balance, she tumbled back on the bed, landing on her shoulders, her back bent. He followed her as she fell and drove his c**k deep.

“Oh God,” she cried. “Sed! Yes, ram me hard.”

At least she was a screamer.

He sandwiched her pelvis between his hands, holding her steady as he thrust down into her and ground his hips. He pulled back and growled as he thrust into her again. Typically, chicks loved it when he growled. He did it when he sang onstage, so it reminded them who was f**king them. This one was no exception.

“Yes, Sed! Yes! Oh God, your voice is so sexy.” She played with her ni**les, stroking and plucking at them as she gasped in delight.

Sed used his hands to encourage her to rotate her hips, while he continued to thrust hard and grind deep. She screamed when an orgasm gripped her. Her body quaked and strained against his as her spasmodically clenching pu**y sucked greedily at his dick. He grabbed her around the waist and slid her farther up the bed, so that her crotch rested even with the end of the mattress. She relaxed, apparently thinking he was finished with her. Her fifteen minutes were far from over.

He turned her onto her side and straddled one of her legs at the edge of the bed. Taking her from the side, he thrust into her, rotating his hips to stimulate her clit.

“Ah, Sed, you’re an absolute god.”

He found her to be boring, actually. He glanced at the clock, wondering if she’d notice if he cut her time short. Maybe if he closed his eyes and thought of someone else…

No good. Jessica actually moved, participated, knew how to please him. She was the one who’d gotten him addicted to sex in the first place. This girl (whatever her name was) didn’t even try to satisfy him.

When she screamed with a second orgasm, he turned her flat on her back and slid her further up the mattress. Why should he work so hard to please her when she was just lying there taking it?

He settled between her thighs, his thrusts easy and even. Missionary position brought them face-to-face, but it was easier on his body. She looked up into his eyes. Hers were brown and glazed with pleasure. Jessica’s were jade green, surrounded with thick lashes.

Fake-n-bake lifted her head to kiss him, but Sed pressed his forehead into her shoulder to prevent their lips from meeting. He hadn’t kissed a woman in almost two years. He certainly didn’t want to get personal with this chick.