Slapping the bed, I growled, “Stop it!”
“Ooooh. Let’s get you all pissed off.”
I grabbed his cock in an attempt to collapse him into an aroused zone. His fingers immediately flew into my hair, “Need some help there, Baby? I remember you liked when I forcefully fucked your throat.”
My moan gave me away. Ignoring the stickiness, I breathed in the cloying sweetness mingling with his male aroma and rubbed my wetness along his leg.
He hissed in breath, “Ah, yeah. Smear that pussy on my leg.”
I whimpered around him as his hand tightened in my hair, pushing my head down harder onto him. Taking a breath, I let him bounce my head over his cock while lathering his shaft with my tongue.
My staccato moans grew louder as I rubbed his leg, driving my ache higher. I smeared glaze along with my saliva over his balls before he rolled, capturing me under him and placing his shin directly over my clit.
He fucked my throat with his fist buried within my hair, never breaking eye contact and always tweaking my clit under his leg. My nails raked his ass as my back arched at his controlling stance, unbelievably getting off in my submissive pose. He finally slowed so I could suck him long and hard, writhing while tasting him along with the glaze.
He watched me with a little knowing grin as if he knew exactly how his powerful stance drove me crazy. When my breathing grew erratic and I couldn’t quit squirming under him in desire, he buried his bulbous head in my throat as his shaft swelled. I relaxed my throat, taking him deep within before swallowing repeatedly around him. Never taking my eyes off his, I watched his face twist and the muscles bunch in his neck as he exploded.
He pulled out, pumped his cock in his hand, and-knowing this drove me wild-granted me a cum-shot right in the face. I writhed under him, crying out as I clawed the sheets. Staring at me with a heated grin on his face, he shook his head, “God damn, Baby, you are something else. I could fuck you all day!”
He tossed me a towel so I could wipe my face off before licking his way down my body and driving my hips off the bed when he sucked my clit. He ran stubble over it while grinning, “Want me to pluck that taint?”
Another thing which he knew drove me crazy was his penchant for raunchy talk. Without a word, fingers drove inside to fuck me while he raked his chin and tongue over my clit. He pushed my legs wide with his feet, bracing them apart with his arms, and watched as I panted and trembled under him.
“Don’t cum yet.”
As he spoke, his fingers stilled and he moved away from my clit; leaving me hanging on the edge. I desperately cried his name but he didn’t move an inch until he finally said, “Now, Baby, cum for me!”
He pinched my taint as his tongue flicked my clit, sending my trembling hips curling and bucking into his face in climax. His fingers pumped into me, amplifying my orgasm until my pussy was queefing around his fingers. He nipped my stomach on his way to my nipples, raking stubble over both while he finger-fucked me into a fit of begging.
Still rock-hard, he drove inside and roughly pumped into me until I was a boneless worshipful mess beneath him. Lifting me to him, he breathed words of love into my neck as I weakly nuzzled into him. I raked my face over his, telling him I loved him for the first time since I’d been there.
We sank onto the sticky sheets. He rubbed his cheek over mine, “We better shower before the judge arrives.”
I froze, “What!?!”
He laughed out, “Supposed to be here any minute.”
I shrieked, slapping his back but he laughed harder while lifting me off the bed, “Don’t start something that we don’t have time to finish!”
My frustrated cry made him laugh harder as he set me on my feet. Both of us were covered in sticky blue and red glaze, as if the fourth of July had exploded on us, but he took the time to cover both the beds with the unscathed bedspreads.
He pointed toward the shower, “Jump in while I tell Joe to look out for the judge.”
He pulled a robe on and left me with my jaw hanging open before I rushed into the shower. Less than two minutes later, he joined me with a grin, “Joe’s eating your omelet.”
“So what. I’m not getting pissed about it.”
His grin widened, “He heard us.”
My hands shot in my hair as I cringed. He laughed and shook his head under the spray while saying, “So did the rest of the band.”
“I can’t believe you! Trying to piss me off while Joe’s in our room!”
He shrugged, “I’d fuck you in here.”
I clenched my teeth but giggled when a wild look shot over his face, “You’re insatiable!”
“Only around you, Baby.”
We quickly finished and exited with our inside-out red and blue smeared robes to find the judge, the band, and Joe waiting in our bedroom. The band had stripped the sheet off the bed and fashioned it into what looked like a silly bouquet.
I turned beet red from head to toe and tried to back into the restroom but Blake caught me. He was laughing so hard that the entire band’s jaws hung slack along with Joe’s.
The judge cleared his throat, “Are we ready to begin?”
I bit my lip, elbowed Blake in the ribs, and tried to keep from laughing when I took the soiled sheet. The entire band was having similar trouble keeping a straight face as they took in both beds and the carpet between them. Joe had actually attempted to clean it but our hideousness spoke for itself.
I spotted an ass print of red on the edge of the bed and pressed my lips together before giggling out my promise, “I do.”
Blake followed my line of vision, dragged a hand down his face, and actually did a better job keeping the glee out of his tone. After we kissed, the judge nodded respectfully, and followed Joe out the door. The rest of us doubled over with laughter before I threw my ‘bouquet’ at Blake.
He tackled me onto the bed while the other members scattered, yelling, “Hey! Whoa! Just… holy shit… wait a fucking minute!”
Help in the Studio
by Emma Bishop
Daniel walked into the studio quietly, waving his security card at the door. As he made his way down the hallway he could hear music, growing somewhat louder as he approached the control room. Someone was playing piano in the live room slowly-almost musingly.
Daniel grinned to himself, thinking he was fairly certain he knew who would be playing like that at such an odd hour when the studio complex would be deserted. The sound was like someone sorting through thoughts, and as Dan stepped into the control room, he heard a soft voice muttering, picked up by a live mic that was transmitting the playing as well.
He looked through the huge window and saw the woman he expected; even at a distance, with her head bent over the piano, he could recognize her. “Well, fuck,” she said, her hands shifting on the keys of the piano. She made a face, sighing and staring at the instrument as if it was to blame for all of the problems in the world. Dan laughed, finding and pressing the intercom button.
“Having trouble?” he asked the woman. She looked up, startled and slightly annoyed before she recognized his voice. He saw the flash of genuine pleasure on her features, the sudden gleam of a brilliant smile.
“Dan!” she called out from the live room, leaping up from the bench and running across the room. She bolted through the open door and Dan braced himself as she caromed into him, almost knocking him over. “You’re here! You’re here! Wait.” She stepped back, looking puzzled. “What time is it?”
Dan laughed again. “It’s seven in the morning, Juliet. Tell me you weren’t up all night again.”
Juliet grinned sheepishly. “I did sleep some,” she said, gesturing to a couch in the corner.
Dan noticed that there was indeed a pillow and a blanket there-both of them thrown aside as if in a hurry.
