Rock Hardest (Bad Boy Bandmates & Babies)

“There you go,” he said, easing out and stroking my vulva.

“Thank you,” I gasped, pulling his enormous cock from my mouth.

His cum and my saliva were rinsed by the flowing water. I kissed him gently, on the tip, then gulped him down, as far as I could stand it. I choked on his cock, wanting it inside my throat forever.

Finally, I let it smoothly slide out, slick with my spit, and watched as the water rinsed it clean.

I meant it, more than I ever had before. Varg held and kissed me until I could stand. Then he washed my hair, a surprisingly sensitive and intimate thing. His fingers moved through my hair, not pulling once, careful not to jolt my delicate neck.

Tilting my head back, with a hand under my chin, he rinsed everything out. Thin suds ran down my back to the drain. Varg’s thoughtful hands were light on my body, like a dancer moving his partner around the stage. Ending with a final lift, he brought me to him, superhero style, not trusting my legs any more than I did.

Once I was dried and warm, he carried me out of the shower. From bathroom to kitchen, my feet never touched down. Morning sun shone in through the doors to the sun deck, and the city spread out beyond.

“You want to eat?”

“Sure.”

Varg prepared breakfast, and offered me bacon, eggs and coffee, with a side of orange juice.

We ate in silence, comfortable and deep. Small talk was the refuge of the unacquainted. Soulmates seemed an overused term, but it wouldn’t be misapplied here.

“How is it?” Varg asked, but I could tell that wasn’t the only question that was really on his mind.

“On a scale of one to ten?”

“Sure.”

“Eleven! What did you really want to ask?” I said.

“How is it you know me so well?”

“Wish I knew. But the fact is that I do. So, go ahead, nothing you might ask could offend me at this point.”

“I wasn’t afraid of offending you.”

He sipped his coffee and stared at me.

The fear came rolling in, a hundred questions riding its coat tails.

“It’s just that I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“You’re not doing a very good job.”

I was suddenly wary.

As if pondering a puzzle, he came a conclusion.

“I want to be with you,” he began, setting his cup on the table.

He reached across and took my hand in his huge ones.

“Ashe, I want to be with you as much as possible. I’m not trying to be clingy, though I can see how it would sound like that. I don’t mean I want to be attached at the hip. That’s not my style. There’s lots of room here, as you’ve likely noticed and—”

The penny dropped and my hand went up, stopping him cold.

“Are you asking me to move in with you?”

“If you like. We could see how it works. We could be roommates or more if things go that way. I just know I need you in my life. You could keep your current place, no cost of course— I’ll pay for everything. I just want you near, if possible.”

His face was so earnest.

“Will you drive me to class every day? It is one of the main advantages of living so close to campus, after all.”

“When I can. I’ll buy you a car if need be. Or call you cabs if you want.”

“Wow, you are really serious about this!” I replied, impressed.

His eyes told me everything. I had the same feeling: not wanting to be apart from him. He was right, too. We could have our own space, when needed.

“I don’t have to keep the dorm,” I decided out loud. “The rent is paid until the end of the month anyway. I just need to tell them, so they can give it to someone else.”

“This isn’t— normal, is it? People don’t do this, do they?”

“I’ve never really held with normal, and we’re not people, are we? We’re us.”

“I’m going away for a bit, not for long, just up north for some gigs. We’ll be back in a couple weeks. You can stay here if you want or you could move in after,” he said.

He reached up to stroke my face and gave me a chaste kiss. It suddenly became a bit more, and we reveled in the feel of each other.

Pulling away, I reached for my orange juice, and sipped it. Varg ran a hand through his long hair, enjoying the afterglow of our impromptu make out session.

“Are you doing anything today?” I asked.

“No, why?”

“Let’s go get my things.”

Chapter Ten – Varg

The weight made me tip just a little to the right. Her screams continued, echoes whispering in the night.

I’d seen him go, carrying her away. False light was showing the way. Two bodies were like one in the gloom. Pale fists flying, searching to land a hit.