Bullet(74)

“What is that?”

“It’s just Ecstasy.”

I remembered my horrible LSD trip. “No, thanks.”

“Come on, Val. You’d like it.”

“Really, Clay. No thanks.”

He put it on his tongue and then waggled it at me, the little pill still clinging to the tip of it, trying to entice me into a kiss. It was dark, but I could see what he was doing. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged, then swallowed the tablet. “I’ll still make you feel like you had one.”

“What’s it feel like?”

“Fucking incredible.” He pulled me close and whispered in my ear. “Wanna feel incredible?” He started open-mouth kissing my neck, not waiting for a response.

My body responded immediately, though, and my fingers found his hair and then his tongue was in my mouth. We kissed for a while until I felt his hands on the sides of my thighs. I knew where this was headed, and after the thrill he’d given me backstage a few nights ago, I knew he didn’t have the inhibitions I had. I was loosening up, but I still wasn’t willing to engage in a little naughty behavior where anyone could see us.

But he grinned at me, a wicked little grin that sent a chill up my spine, and he grabbed my hand. We started walking across the dusty parking lot. Way out in a field that constituted as the end of the parking lot was their van, and he opened the passenger door. Okay, so maybe if we were in a more private area, in the front of a van in the middle of nowhere, I could be persuaded. He sat down first and then pulled me up inside, inviting me to sit on his lap facing him. Yes, it was uncomfortable, and I had to straddle him with my knees bent, but I didn’t mind. He slid the seat back.

We spent a few minutes just making out. He started with his slow, deep kisses, but they grew more passionate, lots hotter. After several minutes, he slid his hands up the sides of that tight skirt and started tugging at my panties. “These have gotta go.”

I giggled but there was no easy way to get them off in the position I was in. I was going to have to maneuver off his lap. So I slid off the seat in that cramped space, and by the time my feet were on the floor, he already had them down to my knees. I stepped out of one side and then the other, and the stupid lacy things snagged on my boot. I left them there and waited for his signal to climb aboard. I grinned at him. “Aren’t you gonna unzip your jeans?”

He gave me a wicked smile back. “In good time. Get up here.”

God, the look in his eyes made me want him more. So I climbed back on his lap and just kissed him. He left my lacy little tank on although he made a pass at my breasts once through the shirt. Then he slid his hands under my ass and lifted me up a little and at an angle until my head was pressed into the windshield. “Shit. Not gonna work.” I knew the look on my face was one of confusion. He reached over the right side of the seat. He found a lever and pushed it and then the back of the seat lowered so he was more reclined. Then, even in the half dark, I could see a devilish twinkle in his eye and he wrapped his arms under my thighs. What the hell was he doing?

My skirt was riding on my hips now, and it wasn’t until he’d pulled me up farther that I realized what he was doing. Oh, my God. He was going to give me oral right there. Shit. The windows were tinted, and it was dark or I might have protested.

Oh, no. As soon as I felt his breath down below, I knew he was once again irresistible to me. He didn’t waste any time and thrust his tongue into my slit where he found my aching clitoris. I sucked in a deep breath and groaned. Oh, holy shit. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I groaned, knowing I was already on the brink.

He stopped and looked up at me. He was breathing a little heavier too, but that impish glint was still in his eyes. “Try to prolong it, baby. Fight it.”

I was breathless. “Why?”

“I told you I wanted you to feel incredible, right? Delay it. You have no f*cking idea how good it’ll feel when you can’t stop it anymore.”

I smiled and decided to try as his tongue went back to its position. Oh, f*ck. That was easier said than done because his tongue was soft and gentle but he was putting just enough pressure on my clit to build it up to the brink, bring me so close to the edge, where I was teetering, fighting. One of my hands I wound through my hair and just pulled while the other I bent into a fist and shoved in my mouth, hoping the combination of the two actions would help me hold off. And I did. I also tried holding my breath and willing it off. But it got to the point where I just couldn’t anymore. I’d known it was inevitable, but not like this. I came crashing down hard, and I knew I’d never been this loud before. Clay had been right. My orgasm was out of this world, and it didn’t want to end.

And, oh, God…it lasted forever. It wasn’t until I regained my senses that I really noticed how uncomfortable both the windshield and the dash were against my head, neck, and shoulders. The rest of me felt awesome, though. Completely relaxed, contented, satiated. Well, partly. I wasn’t done with this incredible guy.

I leaned forward and onto him, and he moved his arms so I could drop in his lap. I shoved my tongue into his mouth and my fingers into his hair. I felt great, relaxed, and yet wild. I wanted to rock his world like he had mine. So once I was sure he was up for it, I brought my hands to his zipper, and this time he let me release his beast.

And when I asked for a condom, he even let me try to put it on him. I failed, and he took over, but he barely had the thing on and I was maneuvering him up and inside me. I groaned, loudly again, and rode him hard. It felt almost like a dance, but each pump was a sweet sensation, and it wasn’t long before I was in the throes of an orgasm again. Every time I came down I was hit with another crazy wave, and I think just my enjoyment alone fueled Clay’s pleasure. He was louder than usual too, and I had no doubt when he climaxed.

When we finished, I rested my forehead on his. We were both glistening from the heat, but it was more from the heat of our bodies than the temperature outdoors. I smiled at him and rested my head on his shoulder.

I’m not sure how or why I fell asleep in that position. Even his cock was still inside me, although it wasn’t stiff like before. I realized I’d only been asleep for a minute or two, but Clay’s bandmates banging on the cracked passenger window made me startle and brought me back to reality.

Oh, f*ck. So…not caught in the act so much, but still. But Clay was cool. I felt him breathe me in at my neck, his hands still holding the bare skin on my back where he’d pushed up my tank top. “Fuckin’ pervs. Two minutes.”

The two guys at the window started laughing and walked to the back of the van, but I could hear them talking. I’d recognized their faces…they were the bassist and drummer of Last Five Seconds, and my guess was they wanted to pull the van closer to the building to load up their equipment. It only made sense. The sooner they got it loaded, the sooner they could leave when we were done.

I half sat up. “Where are my panties, Clay?”

He snickered. “I much prefer you without them.”

I gave him a look. “I’m sure you do, but I’ve got everything on display here. I really need them.” Then I remembered, feeling grateful, that the stupid things had been snagged on my boot. Sure enough, when I felt down my legs, there they were, attached to the metal eyelet. It was hard sliding them back on in that position, though, so I turned around, sitting between Clay’s legs, but sitting up more as I pulled them up my thighs and over my hips. I felt him zipping up behind me.

When I finished, he pulled me close again and nuzzled my neck. He acted like he was going to say something, but he didn’t. He instead breathed me in again like he had earlier and then said, “Guess we should clear out.”

As we stepped out, the drummer said, “‘Bout time, man.”

Brian, the bassist, was almost giggling. “The love machine.”

“You’re just jealous.” Clay tossed something at him and draped his arm over my shoulders. I just wanted to get out of there.

“Sick. You motherf*cker.” That’s when I realized Clay had tossed the used condom at his bandmate. It looked like he’d tied it off at the top, but it was still gross. I felt the heat of a blush crawling up my neck and was grateful when we left, and that’s when I decided sex in public places was off the table from that point forward.

* * *

I could hear a tinny strumming breaking through my dream, and it took me a few moments to realize I was lying in Clay’s motel bed, holding his pillow as though it were his body. I smiled. This was the first time I’d heard him playing outside of a concert. I sat up and saw him at the foot of the bed. He had a pad and pen beside him and was writing something, then he’d play a few chords and write again. I was pretty sure he was working out a new riff or two, so I just pulled my knees to my chest and listened.

It was harder to tell what he was playing, because it was an electric guitar unplugged, but I was still able to make out the tune. When he kept playing the same notes over and over, I figured he’d worked out what he’d wanted to, and I crawled to the end of the bed and hugged him from behind. “Morning.”