Bullet(72)

I looked up at him. “But I wanted to see if I could—”

“That was awesome, Val, but I want to finish inside you, see your face.”

How could I say no to that? So, between the two of us, we stripped off my clothes quickly, and he lay back on the bed. “You on top, okay?”

I grinned. Ethan and I had done it all kinds of different ways, but I didn’t think I’d ever been on top for very long at any one time. I’d stood up a lot, been on the bottom, lots of oral, but I was pretty sure my time on top had been limited. God, this guy was empowering me sexually, and it made me that much more aroused.

He did something with that silly little ring and then I could hear it humming. Ah…the vibration. “You’re gonna love this.”

He pulled a condom on and then I straddled him and slid him inside. Oh. That was…

“Ha ha ha!” I started giggling uncontrollably.

Clay looked at me, a huge grin on his face. “What?”

“Holy shit. That tickles!”

“It tickles?”

“Yes!”

“You want me to take it off?”

“No…but—” I started laughing again as my body came down against his.

Yes, I giggled a lot but then…then I was able to start appreciating it. Every time I met with him, I got a little purr against the whole of me and then I gasped. “You like that, baby?”

My voice was but a breath. “Yeah…” My hands were on his pecs, his piercings grazing my palms. I looked down at him. Jesus, he was beautiful…and unbelievably sexy. Just looking at him got me near the brink. “Are you close?” His eyes told me he was. I bit my lip. He licked his fingers and touched them to my nipples and then I lost all control. “Oh, God!” And that’s where that vibration came in handy. It prolonged my orgasm more than I would have thought possible.

But he came then too, and he moved his hands from my breasts to my hips, and he palmed them like he needed to hold on for the ride. And I kept pumping—it just came naturally to me. I did it until I couldn’t anymore, and Clay looked pained from the whole thing.

I started giggling again as the ring was vibrating up against me constantly now. I slid off and watched, fascinated, as Clay turned off the ring and slipped it back off his penis. I almost breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that his penis was okay.

He pulled me close to his chest and kissed my forehead. What was that look in his eyes? It looked kind of serious, but I didn’t want to find out. Instead, I lay my head on his chest while my fingers played with one of his nipple rings. I heard him breathe, “Last Five Seconds, my ass.”

“What?” I propped my chin on the back of my hand so I wouldn’t dig into him and looked him in the eye.

“Last Five Seconds.”

“Yeah…? And I’m Valerie with Fully Automatic. I think we’ve established who we are by now…”

He laughed. It was cute the way his eyes crinkled up. “Why do you think we’re named that?”

I did a mini shrug. “I dunno. Maybe because that’s what we hear for the last five seconds…your kick ass music.”

“That’d be a great story. Wanna know the real story behind the name?”

I smiled. “Yeah.”

“We were sitting around one night several years ago after we got together. Actually, our lineup has changed a little since then. But Devil”—Devil was the stage name of their lead singer—“was teasing Rat, the guy who was our bassist at the time. Rat kept talking about all the hot * we were gonna get by being in a band, and Devil told him he wouldn’t be able to last five seconds with a hot chick. So that’s it. Last Five Seconds.”

I started laughing. I never would have guessed that would be the meaning of their name. I’d always thought it was making fun of the things younger kids would say, like, “Oh, my God. That is so five seconds ago.” I liked the real meaning better, and I told him so.

He looked sleepy but happy. “You’re staying here again tonight, aren’t you?”

“Yeah…that’s a given, isn’t it?”

He smiled again and closed his eyes. “I guess so.”

I felt contented and happy myself as I wrapped my arms around his belly and rested my head on his chest. Yes…I could definitely get used to this.

* * *

Our next gig was in a place where we were going to stay for two days. I was glad because we were all feeling tired and needed the rest. I was feeling guilty, though, that my band was spending extra money on a room I didn’t use—no one used it, not even Ethan, but I also didn’t want to assume anything by taking my luggage to Clayton’s room. So…it was going to be a bit of an uncomfortable conversation, but I had to have it.

I cornered Brad after we’d put our equipment away. I said, “We’re spending money on an extra room, but I’m not using it. Well…I’m using it to put on makeup and get dressed, but that’s it.”

“Why? What’s wrong with it?”

I took a deep breath. Yep. Harder than I’d thought. “Nothing. I’ve just…been spending the night in someone else’s room. And I figured we were wasting money. You can either just not get it or one of you guys can share it with me.”

I could tell he wanted to ask about me and Ethan, but he already knew we weren’t together. “That makes it mine now, and I’m kinda glad. It was hard enough sharing a room with two other guys, and now we’re back to four in a room…well, mostly.” I knew what he meant. Sometimes the guys showed up for the night…and sometimes they didn’t. He took a deep breath. “So…you and Jet…pretty serious?”

He knew? I shrugged. “For now, I guess.”

He nodded. “Come here.” He hugged me, holding me close. “You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“Yeah. Same here.” He let me go and I said, “It’s okay if I leave my stuff in your room, right? And if I dress and all that stuff, but the bed’s yours?”

He didn’t seem completely happy with the arrangement, and I wasn’t sure why, but he said, “Yeah, we’ll make it work.”

I don’t know why, but I felt more like shit talking to Brad about Clayton than I had telling Ethan. It was probably because I knew Brad really did care.

The next day we could sleep late, because we were going to leave late afternoon and drive leisurely to our next destination, and we wouldn’t have a show there until the night after. I was looking forward to the day off. I hadn’t realized how exhausting traveling and performing would be. I wouldn’t have traded it for anything, though.

That night, we had another fantastic show. I stood in the audience after Fully Automatic was done, close to the stage, and even had a couple fans talk to me, telling me they loved our band. But when Last Five Seconds came onstage, my eyes were focused there and on the man with the guitar. He spotted me near the end of their set and he winked at me. I kissed the air back at him and when their show was done, I went backstage waiting for them to clear their instruments for Spanky’s Kids.

This particular auditorium was the largest I’d ever performed in. Not only was the house huge, the stage itself was incredible. It had curtains, both at the front of the stage and in the back, and there was a lot of theater equipment in the corners and behind the back curtains. I imagined the space was used for all manner of performances. The acoustics were incredible. I’d never quite heard our music like that, but we sounded better than ever, and I didn’t think it was just because we were on that night.

Spanky’s Kids started playing, and Clayton and I were just hanging in that cavernous space backstage listening to the music. It sounded incredible there. It was loud and raw and frenetic. He grabbed my hand and led me to the back wall. It was cooler there and mostly dark, although light spilled around those gigantic curtains. There was a lot of stuff back there, but he managed to avoid it all as his eyes adjusted. Once we’d reached the destination of that back wall, he pulled me close and kissed me hard.

But that wasn’t the only thing that was hard. I could tell he was growing stiff under those leather pants too. We still had a while before we’d be back at our motel, so he was only tormenting himself. He moved those sweet lips of his to my neck, and I asked him, “You sure you wanna get us all worked up right now?”

He lifted his head and pressed his forehead to mine. “Ever f*cked at a rock concert?”

In my short sex life, of course I hadn’t. More than that, though, I didn’t know that I wanted to engage in sex where someone could stumble upon me at any minute. So I said, “No…and I don’t plan to start.”

But his hot breath was in my ear, stirring up my passions. “It’s fun. Trust me. There’s nothing like it. You can feel the music in you.” He kissed my neck, my Achilles’ heel, and then I knew I was game for whatever he wanted to do. My fingers were already in his hair, pulling his mouth back to mine, inviting him to take me. In the back of my mind, I hoped no one would appear backstage, but I couldn’t resist him.