“Yeah?” His eyes darkened. “I’ve a whole bunch of them, I’ll wear them all if you want me to.”
I giggled up at him. I followed him when he took my arm and led me over to the make-up station. He sat down on the chair in front of the vanity and clapped his hands on both of his muscular thighs.
“Straddle me.”
I hesitated. “I’ve never done make-up on someone before. I think I should stand so I can concentrate better.”
“And I think you should sit your fat arse on my dick while you do my make-up.”
My face burned and I reached out and pinched his nipple without a thought, making him hiss. “You don’t have to be so bloody crude, Risk.”
Risk’s laughter set everyone off as he rubbed his nipple then patted his legs again. I eyed him, exhaled a breath, then straddled him. I rested my feet on the bars that went across the legs of the chair and I got myself comfortable. Risk’s hands, surprise surprise, went to my behind.
“Eyes and lips?”
He nodded. “Google me, you’ll see pictures of me on stage and what it normally looks like.”
I leaned back and removed my phone from my pocket and did exactly that. He was right, he didn’t wear a lot of make-up, his eyes were lined on the top and bottom and smudged on the outer corner. His lips were darkened, but only in the centre of his lips. They looked like May’s hair; blood red.
“If I mess up,” I said, “Summer will fix it, she’s really good at that.”
Risk watched me as I grabbed one of the black eyeliner pencils. I bit down on my lower lip, cleared my throat and got to work. He closed one eye so I could draw a line tight to his lash line then when he opened it, he looked up so I could apply liner to his lower lash line and water line. I held my breath until I was finished because I was very aware of the fact that I could possibly blind the man. I repeated my steps on the other eye then I grabbed a little pencil with a sponge on the end of it and I smudged the liner above and below his eyes. I leaned back when I was done and nodded.
“What d’you think?”
Risk looked in the mirror. “Looks good to me.”
“Really?” I gnawed on my lip. “I won’t be offended if it’s rubbish, I’d rather Summer fix it.”
“It’s good,” he chuckled. “Now lips.”
I leaned in and pressed mine to his.
“You meant my lips on yours, right?”
He hummed. “Always.”
I chuckled as I leaned back, reached over and grabbed the lone tube of lipstick. I uncapped it, rolled it up and puckered my lips. Risk mirrored my action so I dabbed the colour on the centre of his plump lips then used my baby finger to feather it out so it blended into his natural lip colour. I tilted my head. He looked sexy.
“I wanna kiss you but I’ll get the lipstick all over me.”
“Pity.” Risk grinned. “How much d’you wanna kiss me?”
I shifted, grinding my behind over Risk’s groin. He hissed, looked down and groaned when I rotated my hips slowly.
“So badly.”
“Vixen.” He snapped his teeth at me. “You’re being naughty.”
“I can’t help it. I want you. Can we have a quickie?”
I had seen fleeting images of him on stage, but never studied them. I had never seen him up close and personal with his stage clothes and make-up. It was really turning me on.
“No.” Risk shook his head. “Wait until after the show. I’ll be so full of adrenaline that I’ll fuck you hard and for so long that you’ll walk funny afterwards.”
I felt my eyebrows shoot up.
“Really?”
“Really,” he slid his hands up my back. “This is another first for me. A new kind of foreplay that I think I’m going to like. I’m going to tease myself with you while knowing I have to perform a whole set before I can have you. Hell. I’m so hard, baby.”
I felt his thick length under me.
“Does it make you harder to know I’m wet and swollen for you?”
“Yes,” he hissed. “How wet are you, baby?”
“Dripping.” I licked my lips. “I can already feel the fat head of your cock sink into my hot, tight cunt. You’ll fuck me slowly, pull my hair and bite me because you can. I want to feel pain when you fuck me.”
“Christ in heaven.”
“Jesus, Frankie . . . that was hot.”
“It’s always the quiet ones.”
“Leave her alone you three, she’s so cute.”
I forgot people were within hearing distance and I felt my face burn under my make-up. I locked eyes with Risk and when he laughed, so did I, but I swatted his shoulders.
“I’m gonna kill you,” I warned him. “I never talk like that.”
“I’m glad I bring the vixen out in you, Cherry.”
“Just hush.”
Risk chuckled as I got up. I was embarrassed, and to take myself out of the situation I had put myself in, I grabbed my phone and dialled Michael’s number as I joined Risk on the sofa with May and Angel. Games weren’t on the television anymore. An action movie was.
“Hi, Frankie.”
“Hi Michael.” I put my finger in my free ear. “How is Mum?”
“The same,” he answered. “She’s slept most of today. How is the concert? Are you having fun, kid?”
“I am.” I smiled. “It’s hasn’t started yet, I’m backstage with Risk and the guys. It’s so cool, I want to touch everything.”
Michael laughed, Risk snorted next to me.
“I’m glad you’re lettin’ your legs stretch, girl. Ye need this break.”
I didn’t realise how right Michael was until that moment, but guilt quickly followed.
“Are you sure Mum is okay?” I pressed. “I feel guilty not being home in case she needs me.”
Risk kissed the side of my neck, comforting me.
“Frankie,” Michael sighed. “Your ma would be the first person to push ye into experiencin’ the world. There is more to life than
