Bullet(55)

Just having his hand in that forbidden place made my arousal jump through the roof, but every little thing he touched set me on fire. Finally, he made his way down my slit and found the body part I’d read so much about but had never become familiar with—my clitoris. Oh…as soon as he touched it, I knew what all the hype was about.

His lips were on my neck as he first touched me there, just a delicious stroke across its surface. Holy f*ck, was that incredible. So that’s what the big deal’s about. That’s where all this was heading. Whew. He kept sliding his finger up and down. It was deliberate and rhythmic. He kissed me on the lips again, but I had a hard time keeping up because all my focus was on that tiny little spot between my legs, the one he was gratifying beyond imagination. Each stroke felt wonderful, and I didn’t want him to stop. I wondered, with what little mental capacity I had left, if I would know when I climaxed or if it would just be over. How would he know when to stop?

That thought flew out of my head as my attention again riveted on what he was doing to me. He was kissing my neck again and that felt wonderful too but nothing could beat the climbing sensation he was creating with each caress of his finger.

I noticed my breathing had grown deeper, and I took another breath deep into my lungs. Then I noticed that just by taking that breath that I was getting closer to…something. And it felt so right. So I just let my body tell me what to do. I continued sucking in the air, and I tilted my pelvis too, adjusting myself to where my body told me to be. One more gulp of air and

Oh. My. God. “Oooooohhhh…” As though I were outside my body, I heard a loud moan escape my mouth as my mind was jolted with perhaps the sweetest sensation it had ever felt. Ethan became a god in my mind at that moment as he brought me to heaven. He just kept up the pressure, and every stroke brought a new wave of pleasure. And it seemed to last forever, but when it finally did stop, I noticed my legs clamping onto his hips as though I were a trap he’d never be able to escape.

It was then that he kissed me on the lips and pulled my panties back up on my hips. Then he kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “That’s how you made me feel the other night, and I wanted you to know what that was like.”

I was still catching my breath and trying to focus on reality. I’d never felt that way before, almost like I wasn’t totally in my body and definitely like nothing else on the planet mattered. I was somewhere else entirely. So my first thought was I made you feel like that? He hadn’t seemed to completely lose it like I had. But maybe that was just because I’d been in my own little world of pain. I’d have to pay closer attention next time. All I could say was “Wow.”

“Yeah.” He placed a quick kiss on my lips and then rolled off of me onto his side, facing me. He pulled me close and, even though I’d planned on talking, I fell fast asleep.

* * *

It didn’t surprise me the next morning to find that Ethan wasn’t sleeping next to me, but as I sat up and stretched, I wondered how big a secret it would really be if he decided to pay me a visit now and then. I knew now in vivid retrospect that I hadn’t been quiet when I’d been in the throes of my very first orgasm. I wasn’t fully in my own mind, so I didn’t know exactly how loud I’d been, but I knew I hadn’t been quiet. I had to push that thought out of my mind, though, because I otherwise wouldn’t be able to look the other guys in the face anymore.

Everyone was asleep when I got up, though, all except for Brad, and I heard him closing the door to the apartment as I made my way into the kitchen. He’d left half a pot of coffee for anyone who wanted it, so I poured a cup and then got in the shower, ready to search for a job again. But when I started putting on my makeup, I got a call from John, the manager at the sub shop, asking me if I could start work on Friday. “I can work until five.”

“I might need you some nights,” he said.

“I understand. I told you I have another…job I’m working around, right?”

“Self-employment, right?”

“Yeah.” I didn’t want to tell him what I was doing, at least not right off the bat. Once I was working there, I might feel better about telling him what I was doing on the side—actually, the work I wanted to be doing full time—but for now, all he needed to know was that there would be nights I wouldn’t be able to work.

So I started work on Friday, learning how to prep all the vegetables and assemble the sandwiches. There didn’t seem to be much to it and I knew already that the work could become boring pretty quickly. So I hoped we could start making real money with our music. I trusted Brad to lead us there.

Friday, I got off mid-afternoon and walked home quickly. I wanted to shower before getting ready for the show. A lot of time, shows would leave me feeling too warm and sticky anyway, so I’d probably want to shower again, but I wanted to feel fresh for our show.

I’d already been doing this long enough that many of the venues started looking the same. We were playing in taverns, lounges, theaters, and all manner of spaces, large and small. And we were starting to play with some of the same bands. Anymore, I didn’t even look over Brad’s master list. I just got in the van when it was time to go.

We didn’t talk much on the way there. Brad looked tired, like he was regretting the move, regretting his entire life. I was sitting in my usual spot as co-pilot. “What’s wrong?”

He shrugged but wouldn’t make eye contract. “Just under the weather. Not up for doing this. Not really liking the day job.”

“Well, we’re working on getting rid of the day jobs, right?”

“Yeah.”

Except he didn’t seem too sure. I could tell he didn’t feel like talking, but I knew him well enough to know that no matter how he felt, he’d be great onstage.

Once we got there and settled in, Brad asked me to work our merch table with Nick. I’d never done it before, but Nick had, so I knew I was just going to be the backup, and I’d try to learn what I could. I knew it couldn’t be that hard—sell something and collect the money. I didn’t know what we had, though. We hadn’t recorded a CD yet, although Brad promised me that would be next. We had mostly shirts with the logo Brad had had designed. It was just the words, but the letters looked like they were fashioned out of polished black metal, like each letter was part of a gun, with bullet holes through them. We had t-shirts of various sizes and colors, but the logo was either black or white, and there were also baby doll and long-sleeved tees, beanies, and hoodies. There were also buttons and bumper stickers, and I thought it would be really cool to see one on a car someday soon. We needed CDs, though. I was convinced of that.

We had a few people approach the table, mostly girls wanting to flirt with Nick. One of them asked for his autograph. I almost laughed out loud when I saw him write his cell number next to it. He was flirting with those two girls when someone else approached the table.

I peered up at the guy in front of me. He looked familiar. He was about Ethan’s height and several years older than I was. He was definitely a metalhead, though. His arms were painted in tattoos from shoulder to wrist, and he had shoulder-length dark brown hair. But as I continued taking in his details, I remembered where I’d seen him before. It was the snake bites that gave him away, just two small studs beneath his lower lip on both the right and left sides. Yeah, I’d met this guy before, less than a year ago.

I smiled. “You guys playing tonight?”

The guitarist from Last Five Seconds smiled back. “Yeah. I didn’t know you were in a band.”

Oh, God, really? He recognized me? “Yeah. Been with these guys since June.”

“I’ve heard a little buzz around your band, and I’ve seen ‘em once or twice, but I haven’t had the pleasure yet. I think you guys are on right before we are.” Yes, we were. We were second in a lineup of four bands.

I remembered last fall when I’d gone with Ethan to the concert at The Cave. The hot older guy standing in front of me had been making eyes at me at that concert, but I thought it was bizarre that he’d remember me. There was nothing memorable about me. I had to know. “So you actually remember me?”

I loved his grin, and if Ethan hadn’t been so close to my heart, I would have flirted with this guy a lot more. “How could I forget you? You were totally into the show, and you were with the other guitarist in your band—not Brad, but the other guy. You dressed the part, but you looked so…Little Bo Peep.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Where are your tattoos, your piercings, the heavy black makeup around your eyes?”

I grinned. “I’ll be working on the tattoos soon. I promise. I just need to save up enough money.”

“When you’re ready, let me know. I can send you to my tattoo artist. He’s f*cking brilliant.” He moved his arm to halfway between us so I could get a better look at the canvas in front of me. It was great work and beautiful—lots of color and detail.