Olivia Cunning - Rock Hard

As if!

Sed rolled his eyes at Jessica. “Could you get someone from security?” he asked the guy who had metal studs pierced through every imaginable location on his face and neck.

“Security? Is there a problem?” a second rocker asked, peeking into the hall. Jessica recognized the lead guitarist, or maybe he was the bassist, of Kickstart. At least he wasn’t falling down drunk. He stroked his long braided beard with one hand while he looked from one person to the next.

“This chick attacked my girlfr—” His gaze shifted to Jessica’s face again. “Erm…”

“Your dick warmer,” Jessica supplied.

Sed laughed. “If I said that, I’d be pulling a knife from between my ribs as soon as I fell asleep tonight.”

Jessica shrugged.

“I’ll take her off your hands,” the bearded guy said.

“I don’t want you. I want Sed,” the woman insisted.

Jessica noticed that the woman had become complacent putty in Sed’s hands.

Jessica nostrils flared. She hated groupies. Absolutely hated them.

“Look, bitch, I already told you, Sed fucks me and only me until we call it quits. I don’t put up with infidelity bullshit and he knows it. Now if he really wants to fuck you, all he has to do is say so, and he can do whatever he wants. Of course, I’ll never let him touch me again.” Her gaze shifted to Sed’s face, wondering how he was going to react to her posturing. She was as bad as he was when it came to staking her claim. “So, who’s it going to be?”

He hesitated. She couldn’t believe he hesitated. He shoved the girl into the drunken singer’s arms, took two steps and grabbed Jessica. She squeaked in surprise when he grabbed her ass and pressed her mound against his thick cock.

“I love it when you’re possessive,” he growled at her. “It makes me so fuckin’ hard.”

Her pussy throbbed in response. Nipples tightened. Goose bumps rose along the surface of her skin. He rubbed his hands down her arms, shifting every nerve ending in her body to full throttle.

Her fingers curled into his naked chest. “Then why don’t you do something about it?”

He lifted her off the ground by her ass and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. She stroked his silky, soft hair and kissed him while he carried her down the corridor and out into the warm night air behind the stadium. She was vaguely aware of camera flashes going off on their way to the bus, but she didn’t really care at the moment. She just wanted her man to take her. The sooner the better.

He carried her up the bus steps and dumped her on the sofa, reaching under her dress to rip her soaking wet panties from her body. Eyes closed, she leaned back and found her head on someone’s thigh.

She looked up to find Trey smiling drowsily at her. “Don’t mind me,” he murmured.

Sed thrust into her and she cried out, her eyes closing, back arching. He held her hips as he pounded into her, already gasping excitedly. He grunted and groaned, chanting her name as he lost control. Trey’s hand brushed the spaghetti strap from her shoulder and pushed down the fabric of her bodice. When Trey stroked the underside of her breast with the gentlest of touches, Jessica gasped.

She forced her eyes open and looked up at Sed. Did he know what Trey was doing? Did he even realize Trey was sitting on the end of the sofa? Sed had his eyes closed, concentrating fully on working her pussy into a frenzy. He was doing a damn fine job. Jessica squeezed his cock inside her and he shuddered. “Yeah, baby. Squeeze me. Ungh.”

She held him tight while he thrust into her with a relentless rhythm.

Trey’s hand cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple. She tilted her head back to look at him. His tired gaze was focused on her breast. He stroked her nipple repeatedly, until it budded to his satisfaction. “Lovely,” he whispered.

His head dropped back on the sofa and he closed his eyes. She noticed the prescription medication bottle in his free hand. His painkillers always made him tired, but she couldn’t believe he could fall asleep with a girl getting fucked on his lap. What the hell kind of meds was he taking anyway?

Sed watched Trey step out of the bathroom and stumble his way to the front of the bus. Trey said something to Dave, who was driving them through a mountain pass on their way into the Midwest.

Sed could barely hear Dave’s response over the engine noise as it climbed the steep grade road. “We’re kind of in the middle of nowhere, man, but I’ll try to find some place to stop.”

“Thanks, buddy,” Trey said.

Trey made his way back to the sofa and plopped down next to Brian.

Sed watched Jessica across the table for a moment as she typed data from the night before into Myrna’s laptop. Jessica had finally caught up on the data backlog and she refused to get behind again. Sed touched her wrist to gain her attention and she glanced up. Sed nodded toward Trey, their conversation about him the night before at the forefront of his mind. She shrugged, not getting his silent message.

“Hey Trey, why do we need to stop?” Sed called to him.

Trey started and then smiled broadly. “I’m almost out of medicine.”

“Again? Didn’t you just get a refill a couple of days ago?” Sed asked.

Trey avoided his gaze. “I spilled about half the bottle down the sink. I’m such a klutz since my surgery.” He ran his fingertips along the scar under his hair. You couldn’t even see it now unless he pushed his hair up.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Sed, get off his case. Why would he lie about being a klutz?” Brian handed Trey several pieces of music. “What do you think of this? Do you think you can handle it? It’s got a lot of triplets, and I know those are still hard for you.”

Trey frowned as he read over the lines of notes. “I’ll get through it somehow. I’m getting better.”

“Yeah, I know.” Brian patted Trey on the thigh. “Do you want to practice for a while?”

“Yeah, okay. Get my guitar out. I’ll be back in a minute. I need to use the bathroom.” He climbed to his feet and headed toward the back of the bus.

Sed glanced at Jessica again. She nodded, her expression sad as she watched Trey amble past and slip into the bathroom again.

“We’ve got to do something, Jess,” he murmured.

“I think so too,” she whispered so only he could hear, “but what do we do?”

“Let me talk to the other guys first. See how they want to handle this.”

She nodded. “I’ll help any way I can.”

He reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “Thanks.”

Sed slid from the booth and sat next to Brian, who was tuning Trey’s acoustic guitar on the sofa. “We need to do something about Trey.”

“He’s doing the best he can, Sed. His fingers are getting stronger every day. Don’t be so hard on him.”

“I’m not talking about his guitar playing. I’m talking about his painkiller addiction.”

Brian’s fingers stopped moving over the strings and he looked up at Sed. “What do you mean?”

“You’re his best friend. How can you not notice? He’s in the bathroom right now poppin’ another pill or three. He’s going to end up killing himself.”

“He’s just using the bathroom, Sed. No need to call in the Feds.”

“He just went to the bathroom ten minutes ago. And do you really buy that story about him spilling his pills down the sink? Come on, Brian, look at the signs. We saw this happen to Jon and we ignored it until it was too late. I’m not going to let it destroy Trey too.”

“In case you’ve forgotten, Trey has a prescription and he needs his meds. Jon was abusing illegal drugs.”

“Addiction is addiction. Percocet is a narcotic. He was only supposed to be on it for two weeks and it’s been over a month. How does he keep getting refills? Something is not right here.”

“If it will make you feel better, I’ll ask him about it.”

Sed didn’t think Brian was taking him very seriously. The bathroom door slid open and Trey emerged. He paused next to Sed, unsteady on his feet.

“You okay there, bud?” Sed asked.

“Just a little dizzy. I need to sit down.”

Trey nudged Sed closer to Brian and sat heavily on the sofa beside him. “So does Jessica help you write songs, like Myrna helps Brian? I guess not, since you haven’t finished a song all summer. Have you run out of things to say or what?”

Trey obviously wasn’t thinking clearly. “Actually, as you should know, we’ve written several songs for the new album. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“I feel fantastic. Brian, hand me my guitar. Let’s see if my stupid fingers want to cooperate today.”

“See, Sed. I told you he was fine.” Brian handed Trey his guitar.

Trey glared at Sed. “Are you talking about me behind my back?”

“I think you need to stop taking those painkillers.”

Trey ducked his head. “I can’t play without them.”

“How would you know? You haven’t tried. Your head doesn’t hurt anymore, does it?”

“It doesn’t hurt because I’m taking my pills.”

“How many have you had today?”

“Two.”

“Today, Trey, not in the past ten minutes.”

“Get off my case, Sed. If it weren’t for the pills, I wouldn’t be able to play at all. If I can’t play, you’ll kick me out of the band.”

“If you get messed up on drugs, then I’ll kick you out of the band.”

“I’m not messed up on drugs!”

Jessica appeared before Sed and took his hand. “I’ve got an itch only you can scratch, stud.”

“I’m sort of busy at the moment.” He couldn’t believe she’d just barge in the middle of his conversation with Trey.