Page 4 of Conviction
I nod. “Just one though, he’s shoved at least two lines inside you, it’ll absorb through your skin soon and you’ll start to feel it hit you.”
She winks. “I already can. One more line and I’ll be good to go for the rest of the night. I know my limits.” I pass her the mirror and she lines up and snorts another hit. She’s on all fours on the floor of the limo. Jet’s on his knees behind her.
“Can I fuck your arse?” he asks her. . . Always the gentleman our Jethro.
She looks over her shoulder at him. “Do you have lube?”
Jet looks up at me and gestures to the console that divides the seat in half. We use this limo company all the time, they know exactly what to provide and are always discreet. I search inside, find what I’m looking for and toss the tube to Jet. Then I pass him the big pink vibrator that I’ve also found in there.
“Wonderful.” Jet winks.
Lara reaches out and takes my cock in her hand, she squeezes at the base and strokes up and down a couple of times before she flicks her tongue over my tip, pushing it into my slit as she does. My hips buck forward, and my hand grips her hair. All the while, she takes me deeper down her throat. I tilt my head back on the car seat, enjoying the sensation of her hot mouth swallowing my cock as I watch Jet slide on a condom and lube up his fingers. I’m not gay or even bi for that matter. I’m not watching because I want to see or admire his dick. I’m watching so I can tell him what to do, not that he doesn’t know, he’s a fucking expert but he likes to be told, and I like to tell him. I have to tell him. Not just him, anyone that’s involved has to be prepared for me to tell them exactly what to do. I have to be in control and I just love to push the boundaries, push people to their limits. Some are a bit resistant at first, especially if it goes against what they think is normal or right, but once you encourage them to give it a go, to just try it, they’re soon lost in the moment and giving themselves over to doing all kinds of wrong.
I nod my head toward the vibrator lying on the back seat. “Turn that on and push it inside her, but I don’t want her to come.” Jet reaches behind him for the toy. I pull Lara’s hair gently so she raises her eyes to once again meet mine. “Jet’s got a toy back there with him. You happy to play?” She nods with my cock still in her mouth. “Good girl. Just yell‘shift’if you want us to stop doing anything. You got that?” She nods again. “Suck my balls into your mouth and enjoy what we’re about to give ya.” I nod my head at Jet and feel Lara’s mouth tighten around me as he pushes the toy inside her. “In and out slowly,” I tell him. She moans and the sound vibrates around my balls, which have both now been sucked into her hot mouth. “Suck my cock back again Lara, take it as far down your throat as you can. Jet’s lubed his fingers and he’s gonna slide them in your arse. You want that?” She releases my balls from her mouth and I shudder as the cool air of the limo hits them.
“I want his cock in my arse, not just his fingers. I want your cock in my cunt, his cock in my arse, Reed. Can I have that?” I stroke my fingers down her cheek and over her jaw. I love women like Lara, no bullshit, no pretending that she’s little miss innocent. She knows exactly what she wants, she knows exactly what makes her feel good, and she ain’t too scared to ask for it.
“Not a lot of room to manoeuvre in here. Don’t worry, we’ll make you feel good, then when we get back to the hotel, there’ll be more people to play with, and we can get you all filled up again. You can get every hole fucked if that’s what you want. Would you like that?” I nod slightly to tell Jet to slide his fingers in her arse while I talk to her. Her back arches and I watch as she pushes back toward Jet.
“Oh God, yes, yes Reed, I’d like that. More Jet, I want more,” her voice is ranging from high to low as Jet moves his fingers in and out of her arse.
“Suck my cock, Lara. Take it deep and then Jet will put that toy back inside you while he fucks your arse, but I want you to suck me first.” I know once she comes she’ll be good for nothing for a while and I’m not gonna be left hanging with a hard-on. Once I blow my load, they can blow theirs. She takes my cock back into her mouth and drags her teeth up and down the shaft. It’s only just not painful, but I like it. I grip her hair and push her head down as I lift my hips. “Fuck her arse, Jet. Slide inside and make her feel good. Tell her what you’re gonna do to her.” I don’t want to talk right now, I just want to lose myself in the sensation of Lara’s hot, welcoming mouth on my body and blow down the back of her throat.
“I’m gonna fuck your arse now baby. I’m gonna fuck it hard and bury myself inside you, and while I do that, I’m gonna push this dildo deep inside your cunt. You’re gonna feel so stretched and so full, they’re gonna hear you come in Moscow with how loud I’m gonna make you scream. You ready for this baby?” She moans against my cock but doesn’t answer him. I raise my hand to Jet, he knows exactly what that means and slaps Lara across her arse while I hold her head in place and push my hips into her face. “Answer me, Lara. You fuckin’ ready for this?” I pull her by her hair and she releases my cock from her mouth with a pop.
Not breaking eye contact with me she says, “Yes, yes, Jet I’m ready.” She keeps looking at me as she speaks and I just know what that look means. I’m clueless about women and emotions and how to read them in general. But when it comes to fucking and what they want, I can read every little sigh, whimper, moan or look, and I know precisely what Lara’s look means right now. It’s not really my thing, it triggers too many memories of what happened to my mum, but I don’t mind obliging her just a little bit.
Just to be safe and to make sure I’ve got this absolutely right, I ask her to confirm for me first, “you like that, me pulling your hair, him slapping your arse?”
She bites down on her bottom lip and nods her head. “D’ya think I’m weird?” she asks.
Jet leans forward and grabs her hair, not harshly but enough to make her turn her head. “I think your fuckin’ perfect, baby. Now you just relax while I get myself inside you and when I do, I’ll slap that pretty ass of yours and I’ll pull your hair just the way you like it. You can forget Moscow, they’ll be hearing you in Melbourne with the way we’ll make you scream. Now relax baby, just relax.” She turns back around to look at me. Her hand’s wrapped tightly around my cock as she strokes up and down. I don’t want to be in her mouth until Jet’s buried inside her, just in case it hurts and she bites down on my dick. Yeah, it’s happened before. Just the once, but I’m not likely to forget it.
Jet strokes his fingertips down her spine with one hand and with the other he squeezes more lube onto the bottom of her back, then uses his fingers to drag it where he needs it. He squeezes more lube into his hand and rubs it over his condom covered cock, his eyes meet mine as he does. Unlike my fine self, Jet will fuck anything with a hole. He prefers women, but if there are none available, he’ll happily fuck or be sucked off by a bloke. He’s told me many, many times that he’d love to be fucked by me, and I’ve told him just as many times it ain’t gonna happen. Jet lines his cock up with Lara’s arse, and I watch her eyes flutter while he begins to push inside her.
“Relax baby. Relax so I can get inside you,” Jet tells her.
“Open your eyes and tell me that feels good, Lara. We need to know you’re okay. That feel good?” She opens her eyes, just as Jet must push in further, her back arches and she lets out the most animalistic moan. It’s carnal, sensual, and so fucking erotic I almost come in her hand.
“So good Reed, it feels so fucking good. Please let me suck you. I want to taste you.” I shake my head. “Just a few more seconds and you can, but let’s get you on your way first.”
Jet pushes all the way inside her as I speak. I watch as his hands hold onto her hips and he begins to pump slowly into her. His eyes are on me as he bites down on his bottom lip.
“She feels good Reed, good and tight but I wish she were you. I wish this was your arse I was fucking.” He doesn’t take his eyes from mine. I don’t get scared when he says these things anymore. I know he means every one of them, but they don’t terrify me like they used to. He’s my mate, I love him like a mate, but that’s all. I like kinky, weird, fucked up sex, but I don’t want to fuck men. I don’t fancy men. I’ve watched two men fucking. Actually, I’ve watched three and four men fucking, I’ve got off on it come in my hand, and all over a bird’s face while I’ve watched a few times too, but it’s because of the eroticism of the moment. It’s watching them get off that’s made me get off, it has nothing to do with the fact that they are men.
I slide my cock back into Lara’s mouth and push my hips up as the momentum of Jet pushing into her arse moves her forward. She pushes on the underside of my cock with the flat of her tongue, forcing it up to the roof of her mouth. She swallows and gags slightly, and the sensation is almost too much. I pull on her hair and Jet takes that as a cue to slap her arse again, in turn making her moan around my cock.
“Push the toy back in, full speed, push it deep but be gentle,” I tell him. Lara again groans around my cock with anticipation and I watch her face as Jet follows my instructions. My eyes move from hers to Jet’s, both of them are staring right at me. Lara starts to moan continuously now and the vibration feels fucking spot on. I get that all too familiar tingle at the base of my spine as my balls begin to tighten. I wrap her hair tightly in my hand and hold her head still as I lift my hips and fuck her face.
“Yes, yes Reed. Harder, fuck her harder. Oh God, I can feel that vibrator against my cock. Fuck, I’m gonna come. Come Reed, let me see your face. Fuck Reed! Fuck, I want you. I love you Reed, I fucking love you.”
I shut my eyes to try and shut out Jet’s voice. I know he’s a sensitive soul, but I don’t do all that love shit. I feel it, I write it in my songs, but that’s as far as it goes for me… since her. I don’t say those words out loud to anyone except my family.
My arse cheeks clench almost as tight as my balls and my dick throbs painfully as I come inside Lara’s mouth. I squeeze my eyes shut tight, but it doesn’t help. It doesn’t keep her away. Yeah, when it’s good I see stars. I get that white flash of light when I blow my load, but in amongst it all, every time, there’s always a pair of blue eyes, long blonde hair and the face of an angel. My angel, Amoeba. It’s been fifteen years and a whole world of hurt and fucking heartache since I last saw her. Yet, she’s still there, still here, in my head, my belly and my heart and I so wish to fuck that wasn’t the case.
We walk toward the hotellobby like we’re kings of the fucking world. One because we can and two because, well basically, we are. Our album is at number one and has just gone platinum. We have four songs sitting inside the music download chart, and our eighteen-month world tour has been a complete and total sellout. On top of that, I’ve just come in the mouth of a bird we pulled out of the audience at our show while riding in the limo back to our hotel.Who does that I ask ya?Me, Conner fucking Reed, that’s who does that.
Fuck her! Fuck her and her blue eyes and her blonde hair and those fuck-eyed freckles that are all over her nose after just ten minutes in the sun. Fuck her and the boring little life she’s probably leading. Married to someone that Mummy and Daddy and that prick of a brother of hers actually approve of. Someone who didn’t grow up on a council estate, whose dad wasn’t an alchi and whose mum wasn’t a junky, murdered by her dealer. I bet whoever he is, he’s never gotten a blowjob in the back of a limo.
