Page 70 of Road Trip
Chapter Seventeen
Abra
“Sweet Child O’ Mine” had always been a favorite of mine. I’d even sung it before at Open Mic. My voice was nothing to write home about, but I loved to belt out tunes like that one. It seemed, though, that Kelly was having a visceral reaction to hearing me. His muscles, while they were always taut beneath my hands, were wound so tight, he was like a bowstring pulled so the tension could be felt in the air. I’d come to recognize the lusty look he got in his eyes, but I wasn’t prepared for the rest of his response. I had a feeling things were going to be different when we got back to the room and it thrilled me.
I turned my back to him and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, continuing to sing. His hands came around my hips and he pulled me back against him. He felt so good. I couldn’t help but enjoy feeling just what I was doing to him. The thought that I could get him this hot just by singing and a little hip action had me so wet I could feel my panties growing more and more saturated. The feel of the black lace against me was sublime as it brushed across my sensitive skin with each movement.
I took a moment to look over at my friends and saw they were just as into each other. Aaron had a huge bulge going in the front of his leather pants, and Stevie had his ass cupped tightly in her hands. His smile was very, very satisfied.
The band went into another song, one of the new ones called “World on Fire,” and I was just in heaven. I had Kelly’s powerful hands on me, grounding me. The sweet sound of Myles’s voice was like an angelic harmony to my ears. I could almost feel the pain and frustration lifting off me like a gentle cloud. I’d never enjoyed a show quite as much as I was enjoying this one, and I knew it was only the beginning of this night of bliss.
Slash played several solos during the set, and I snuck looks at Kelly. He was studying him intently with a look of admiration. I wondered what Kelly looked like when he played, how accomplished he was. I guessed he was probably really good at it because he seemed like he was a perfectionist in everything. I was anxious to see what he was like in real life, like after our adventures were over. I just hoped we could somehow find a happily ever after.
When he said he loved me, I panicked. I didn’t want to let him know how much I wanted to hear that. I’d had others tell me they loved me before, and it hurt when I accepted them into my heart and body and then got trampled. There was Rick, whom I’d thought was the one, but the whole trying to be a rock star thing should have clued me in that everything else would come before me. Then there was Katherine, who was my first serious girlfriend. She was the type of woman who would completely immerse herself into your life, become everything you ever wanted, then move on to the next victim when she was done and had spent enough of your money. I didn’t think it was intentional. She just had a short attention span. She was a hard one to bounce back from. Then there was Diana, who just wanted sex, and Derrick, who just wanted sex. I had resigned myself to only having those kinds of relationships because at least then I didn’t have to worry about melting down and them leaving me when my darker side came to play.
But I could already tell Kelly was different. He might break my heart in many different ways I hadn’t even imagined yet. I wanted to let myself just relax into his embrace and go with it, but that dark place kept whispering, “he’s going to crush you, he’s going to destroy you,” in thatneener neener neenervoice with more sadistic laughter menacing my ears. Because even if my dark side didn’t scare him off, meeting my mom and experiencing that part of my life would likely be a huge deal-breaker.
I looked over my shoulder and watched Kelly and it helped to make the voices go away. He caught me looking and just smiled warmly, his arms coming around me tighter. Fuck those little voices! I was going to bask in his sunshine and hope it could keep me afloat.
When the show was over, we politely declined an offer of drinks with the McShanes, which I know they didn’t expect us to accept, and instead made our way to our room with promises to them we would connect before we left town and maybe get into some more trouble. Right now I wanted to spend hours naked and wrapped up in Kelly.
On the walk to our room, we were both quiet. I was so nervous. I’dnever been nervous about having sex, but Kelly set me on edge. Maybe because my body recognized the fact that he really could own me, that I would let him, that I would love it, and that I would crave it. He was so damn gorgeous in those jeans that hugged him just right. The shirt he’d bought accentuated his strong chest, shoulders, and back. He looked fucking massive. What would it feel like to be at his mercy? Sure, he was my sweet farm boy, but the vibes he was throwing off were more sex god than farm boy. Would he try to take control? Would I let him?
My hands were shaking so bad when we got to the room, I dropped the key card twice trying to make it work. Kelly grunted when I backed into him trying to bend down for the key. I wasn’t surprised that when the door finally opened, his hands were immediately undressing me.
“Kelly, do you want—”
“You, naked, and all over me? Very well, I accept.” His teeth were a little rough on my neck, and he ripped my stockings trying to get them off my legs.
“What are these things?” he growled, frustrated, then found the tops of them and moaned huskily.
“Thigh-highs and I can probably get them off a little faster.”
“Forget it. Leave them,” he said through clenched teeth. He pulled my dress over my head a little more delicately so as not to mess up my hair. When he got a load of my corset, he full-on whimpered.
“What isthis?” he whispered, his hands splayed across my belly.
“Do you like?” I asked, loving the look of wonder in his eyes.
“I do,” he murmured, “but, doll, it’s in my way. I need this all gone. Please. I’m a desperate man.”
I started to laugh until I saw his face. His eyelids hung low and his cheeks had that rosy cast to them. He pulled his gray shirt and white T-shirt off together from over the back of his head, kicked off his boots, and before I knew it, he was in his Calvins, his mouth fused to mine. We fell back on the giant couch, let’s be honest, fuck station, in the middle of the room, and our hands were everywhere. I wanted to play the temptress tonight, but I was just as desperate as he was after four days of playing with each other and being brought to heightened states of arousal through words and touch.
I rolled him onto his back and straddled him so I could get my corset off. His huge fingers were fumbling with the hooks, and as sexy as it would have been for him to rip it off me, I kinda liked this corset and didn’t want to have it repaired. He lay there beneath me, breathing hard, his chest already covered in a sheen of sweat. His lips were totally swollen from kissing me, and his hips writhed underneath me. He was showing his youth and inexperience, and I lapped it up like a kitten with milk. Speaking of lapping…
Once I was free of my corset, I moved back and grabbed a handful of Calvins, noting they were incredibly soft and smelled really good, before I yanked them down his legs, exposing my happy place. Kelly whimpered again and his cock jerked wildly. He reached for me, but I batted his hands away.
“Relax, babe. You can have your fun in a minute. It’s my turn.” I knew I couldn’t torture him too long or our playtime would be over quickly, so I gave him a few teasing licks, enjoying the growth I could see before my eyes. His skin was pulled so tight, he had to be in pain. I knew what he needed and I knew I needed to give it to him. I stood over him and started to slide my panties off, but he moved so fast…
“Not yet,” he growled. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down to straddle his face. His lips, tongue, and teeth went to work, using the lace for added friction. He completely turned the tables.
I braced myself against the arm of the fuck station and was completely overwhelmed by him. The lace felt so erotic against my clit, I thought I might die. He moaned against me, the vibrations incredible against my core, just as my hips bucked involuntarily. Spots danced across my vision and my whole body exploded as a raging orgasm ripped through me. Thank God for his strength because there was no way I wasn’t going to smother him when my weight collapsed on him.
Kelly gently lifted me off him, peeled my panties off, whispering against my skin as he kissed me everywhere. He was so gentle compared to the maniac he’d been a few moments before. It was almost like my orgasm soothed him into a more controlled state. He pulled me underneath him and settled between my legs rolled over onto his hip.
“Are you with me, doll?” he murmured.
I smiled up at him and thought I must look a mess. His lips were glossy from his previous activities and I was suddenly desperate for him to kiss me, but when I tried to pull him down, he grabbed my hands in one of his and gently kissed my fingers.
