Blessed Tragedy(28)

“Hey baby, thought you got lost.” Colt met me in the garage and immediately started trying to grab my bags from the passenger's seat.

“I've got it. You guys get everything loaded into the cars?” I was hoping they hadn't loaded the cars yet. It would be a welcome distraction so I could sneak my purchases into my suitcase without Colton's prying eyes.

“Everything but the food. We decided we're gonna spend one last night here and take off early tomorrow.” Normally, I wouldn't mind him following me, but I really needed a few minutes in the bedroom without him. “It's about eight hours to get up there, so we'll head out by six, get there before three and have some time before we head to dinner with the guys from Virtuality.”

Crouched on the far side of our bed trying to conceal my surprises that would be revealed to Colton over the next few weeks, I glanced up and saw the nearly predatory look in his eyes. He pushed the button lock on the door knob before slinking his way towards the bed.

“That Jon, he's a smart guy.” It took everything I had to keep a straight face. I know he was trying to be sexy and seductive, but he was failing on all counts. His voice rumbled just a little too low, his shifty eyebrows were hysterical and he mentioned another man in the bedroom. Yep, it was a good thing I knew him as well as I did otherwise he wouldn't stand a chance.

“Yeah? How's that?” I asked, climbing onto the bed and crawling towards him drawing inspiration from every B-list porn the guys had watched in front of me over the course of the years.

As Colton started unfastening the studs on his jeans, it became hard to stay in character. “Well, he keeps telling me it'd be a shame to have this big bed and only use it once. I figure we're leaving here in...” he looked down at his watch, “fifteen hours. I intend to use as many of them as possible without leaving this room.”

The mattress sagged as Colton sat on the edge to remove his heavy black boots. I worked my hands under his t-shirt, splaying my fingers across his back. No matter how many times I felt his muscles, I'd never tire of the sensation. Lifting the hem of his shirt, I leaned allowing my mouth to follow the path of my hand; licking, kissing and nipping from his waist to his neck.

Without warning, Colton turned on the bed turning me so I landed flat on my back. “Easy killer, we've got all night.”

It didn't matter to me that we had fifteen hours; I'd been waiting three long, agonizing weeks to feel Colton inside of me. And while I'd only heard about having sex with a man whose cock was pierced, I was definitely looking forward to knowing firsthand if it was everything it was made out to be.

I reached between our bodies, undoing the last three buttons on his fly. Pushing Colton's jeans down his slender hips, I was pleased to see that he was still going commando. “So, did you throw out all of your boxers or what?”

“You complaining?” He asked, wrapping his fingers around the back of my neck pulling me in for a kiss. He gently bit my lower lip, drawing it into his mouth, causing me to mewl softly. As his tongue slid into my mouth, caressing my own tongue, he groaned deepening the kiss.

With my mouth otherwise occupied, I moved my hand between his legs to show my approval of his choice in underwear, or lack thereof. His body tensed as I wrapped my fingers around the base of his semi-hard cock and began stroking the length of his shaft. When I reached the head, I took a moment to acquaint myself with the silver balls on either end of his piercing.

“Fuck!” he moaned, “You keep doing that and I'm gonna bust a nut in your hand.”

“Feel good, does it?” I asked innocently.

His body shuddered as I continued running my finger around the bead on the tip of his now rock hard penis. “Fuck,” he groaned again, barely able to get out that single word. “Baby, you have to stop. It feels f*cking amazing.”

With shaking hands, Colton pulled my jeans and purple silk panties to my ankles in one swift motion. He was worked up to the point I half expected, and partly hoped, he would pin me to the bed and pound into me. Instead, his fingers kneaded their way up my hips until his thumbs met at the apex of my thighs, drawing my lips apart to reveal my swollen clitoris.

While he worked my clit with one hand, the other slid through my wet folds until he reached my entrance, filling me first with one finger, then another, and finally he was burying three fingers in my wet *. Over the course of the previous weeks, he'd become a master at finding my G-spot and gently stroking it until I was just about to climax before pulling out. Then he'd start the tedious process over again, slowly drawing me to the edge of the cliff and retreating until I begged for release. Today was no different.

“Baby, please,” I whimpered. “I want to feel you in me. Please. Oh, God yes! Don't stop...” He leaned over, burying his face between my legs. With the first flick of his tongue against my clit, I detonated against his mouth.

While I tried to catch my breath, Colton rolled over grabbing a condom from the nightstand. I hadn't told him that I'd gone to our family doctor when I was home and that thin latex barrier was unnecessary. His eyes widened when I reached for the packet and tossed it onto the floor.

“Are you going to make me beg now? God, I need to be inside you. Now. Please, baby.”

I flipped so I was hovering barely an inch away from his erection. “You want this?” I asked with a husky voice I barely recognized. He gripped my hips tightly trying to move me away from him and his eyes grew wide when I resisted. “You sure you want this?” I taunted.

“Dammit, yes. Now get the f*cking condom.” Sensing that his patience was wearing thin, I reached between my thighs quickly guiding him to my entrance.

Moans of ecstasy filled the room as I lowered myself onto him in one swift motion. “Holy hell!” He gasped, “Baby, you feel...oh sweet Jesus...Rain, you have to...” I gently raised my body until only the head of his cock remained inside of me and slammed down again, feeling the metal bead massaging my inner walls until he was buried to the hilt. “Baby...condom...” his words were breathless and barely audible over my own noises.

“Surprise baby, I took care of that.” I smiled, remembering how he'd bemoaned the fact that he couldn't feel my skin against his that first time. The look on his face morphed from confusion to sheer ecstasy.

“Are you serious?” He asked, his body now thrusting to meet mine. I could tell he was getting close and shifted my weight so we would come together.

“As a heart attack. Got the shot while I was home.” My breathing quickened as I rode him fast and hard, my own climax building around his throbbing cock.

Colton pulled my face to his, our lips crashing against one another in a frenzied kiss. The feel of our bodies grinding against one another as our tongues tangled together sent me higher until I came around him, clenching hard around him until I felt him jerk and release inside of me.

We laid there, breathless and motionless trying to recover. His arms held me tight against his chest, his fingers brushing the top of my ass.

Finally, Colton cocked his head to the side. “Worth the wait?”

“Oh, hell yes,” I sighed still unable to think straight. If we stayed in the bedroom as long as he promised, I wasn't going to be able to walk tomorrow.

“Good.” Very slowly, he lifted me off of him. The feeling of the curved barbell dragging against my over-worked muscles had me whimpering in combined pleasure and torture.

“Take a nap, baby. It's going to be a long night.” He kissed the top of my head as he rolled out of the bed.

I wanted to protest, to tell him to stay but I knew he was right and I knew neither of us would sleep if we were in the bed together.

When Colton came back to the room, the sun was already setting on the horizon. I didn't want to think about how much I was going to miss the view from the beach house. I simply had to hold onto the hope that if everything worked out like Colton was certain it would, we'd be able to come down here often on our downtime.

Making good on his promise we were going to spend most of our time left in the bedroom, Colton brought sandwiches, fresh fruit and bottled water with him when he came to wake me. We enjoyed our light meal on the balcony listening to the waves rolling onto the sand.

It would have been easy to forget we were sharing a house with four other men if not for the sounds of an impromptu jam session taking place below us.

“Should we head down there?” I asked, knowing we had to be back on stage in less than forty-eight hours.

“No. Jon was pretty clear that he doesn't want to see us until tomorrow morning.”

I placed my hand in Colton's following him back to the bedroom. Any other time, I might have put up a fight about holing up before we hit the road. Tonight, there was nowhere else I wanted to be than the four walls surrounding us.





Chapter Fifteen



This summer tour wasn't like anything we'd done before. Instead of being on the road with the same group of bands for months at a time, we were on our own traveling from one outdoor music festival to the next. I missed the camaraderie that went along with a set tour but it was nice to branch out and make new contacts.