“Holy shit,” says Kelsey. “That’s more meet and greets than I’ve had to do in …“ She turns wide eyes to Beckett and Blaire, who are standing wrapped around each other. They both shrug. Sighing, Kelsey lifts her hands and lets them drop. “Well, I don’t know if we’ve ever done that many. Y’all are crazy. Is it going to be like this the whole time we’re touring together?”
“Yup,” Blaire answers before anyone else can. “Welcome to a Cataclysm tour. Where the fans are crazy, and the band is crazier.”
With a chuckle, we all start heading for the door. “I’m wiped,” Danny says. “Maybe we could reconsider doing things more like Beckett if this is crazy for him.” He throws a glance at Marcus, who shrugs.
“The fans might revolt if we suddenly restrict the number of VIP experiences we sell.”
Wrapping my arm around Viola on our way out the door, I offer a suggestion. “We could just slowly bump it down so it’s not a sudden drop. Hell, even if we cut back by five tickets, that would save … what?” I look at Viola, who does the calculation out loud.
“Well, we usher people through after three minutes with each of you, so each person gets a total of twelve minutes of individual attention altogether. Plus they get to hang out in the room for a while after … Since we overlap everyone, cutting back five tickets would only save like fifteen minutes. I think.” She shakes her head in dismay. “I don’t know if that’s actually right, and I’m too tired to figure it out. Don’t make me do math right now.” The last sentence comes out as a whiny plea that provokes another round of chuckles.
“I’ll think about it,” Marcus promises. We walk the rest of the way to the cars in relative silence, all of us barely hanging on to the adrenaline high that’s carried us through the last few hours.
I let out a sigh of relief once we’re back in my hotel room, and I wrap my arms around Viola as soon as she dumps her bag on the floor and just hold her.
After a second, she wraps her arms around me too, and we stand like that for a while, basking in each other’s presence, my arms around her, hers around me, my chin resting on her head.
Soon enough I need more, though, and I tip her face up so I can claim her mouth. Just like always, she responds immediately, her lips opening to grant me access, her tits rubbing against my chest.
Because I’m a greedy bastard, my hands immediately start tugging at the hem of her shirt. I want it off. I want all her clothes gone. Mine too. And I want to be on her, in her, tasting her everywhere.
I wasn’t lying when I told her I could eat her pussy all night. I totally could. And one day maybe I will. But she hasn’t let me, always stopping me after one orgasm and demanding my cock inside her.
And who am I to deny that request?
She helps me get her shirt up and off and immediately takes off her bra. While she’s busy doing that, I strip off my own shirt, more than ready to be skin to skin with her. God, it’s my favorite sensation. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of it.
Almost of their own accord, my hands slip down her back, kneading her ass, and she chuckles into my mouth, pressing her hips into me. I drag her onto my thigh, grinding her against me the way that I know she likes.
Then, when she’s panting and I know she’ll start begging me to get her naked and fuck her in just a few more seconds, I shift my stance and hoist her up.
She breaks our kiss, letting out a surprised little shriek as she clamps her arms and legs around me. I don’t usually pick her up and manhandle her, but I guess something about everyone recently trying to warn me off her has the caveman in me coming out.
She’s mine. And there’s not a damn thing anyone can do about it until she decides she doesn’t want to be mine anymore.
Carrying her to the bed almost ends in disaster when I bump into a chair, provoking a loud round of giggles from Viola that has me laughing almost as hard.
Then we’re almost stymied by the mostly-closed door to the bedroom, but Viola saves the day by reaching behind her with one hand and pulling it open.
I stumble through the door, gently laying her on the bed without letting go of her. With my hands still gripping her ass, her legs still wrapped around my hips, my mouth works its way down her throat, over her collarbone, mapping the swell of her breast before sucking her nipple into my mouth.
She arches beneath me, her hands tangled in my hair as I suck harder, giving her just the edge of my teeth and making her moan. She grinds on me, the heat of her pussy calling to me through the fabric of our remaining clothes.
Guh. Whatever plans I had about eating her pussy might have to wait, because I’m dying to be inside her, to feel the reverberations of every arch, every moan, every soft cry I wring from her. We can shower and then I’ll eat her pussy for as long as she’ll let me.
Yeah. Good plan.
Loath to let go but eager to get inside her, I carefully disentangle her fingers from my hair and unclamp her legs from my waist. She glares at me, her lower lip coming out in a cute little pout, and I bend down and nip it with my teeth before slicking my tongue over it and into her mouth.
Before she can wrap
