Olivia Cunning - Wicked Beat

“He didn’t trick me,” Rebekah said. “It was my idea. Sorry if it bothered you, Jon. I’ll try to be more discreet in the future. Can I borrow your jacket to cover his lap next time?”

“What? You’re going to make him come inside my jacket!

Fuckin’ sick.”

Eric got to chuckling, and he couldn’t stop for several minutes.

“I should have brought Brian’s lucky hat.”

Rebekah pressed a hand against his belly so she could move far enough away to look at him. “Brian’s lucky hat?”

“Yeah. Myrna gave Brian a hand job on Jace’s motorcycle one night. Apparently, she used his lucky hat to cover the evidence, and he came all over the inside.”

“And you have it?” Rebekah asked, looking perplexed.

“He gave it to me. Tricked me into wearing it as a joke. I didn’t know what was in it at first, but Jace is weak to purple nurples. And I had sticky stuff in my hair.” He laughed again.

“Didn’t it piss you off that he made you wear it?” Rebekah asked.

“Nah. All in good fun. I fuck with those guys all the time. Only fair that they get me back on occasion.”

“That’s sick, man,” Jon said. “You had Sinclair’s cum in your hair?”

“What? You jealous? You’ve been subjected to worse, Mallory.

Remember that time Sed gave you a brown bottle of some roadie’s chew spit? You took a big ol’ drink thinking it was beer.”

“How can I forget? I puked for like two hours straight.”

“Into a garbage can behind a stadium.” Eric snorted. “Fucking hilarious!”

“The good ol’ days,” Jon said, grinning broadly. “I tried to get Sed back by filling his water bottle in the toilet, but he never fell for it. Bought his own bottle of water out of a vending machine that night. Like he fucking knew what I was up to.”

“I have never had a prank work on Sed,” Eric said. “I don’t even bother to try anymore.”

“It would be awesome to get him. Just once,” Jon said.

“Yeah,” Eric agreed. “He’s too fucking cool for his own good.”

“You guys are so bad,” Rebekah said, shaking her head at them.

“You could help us get him, Rebekah. Sed would never suspect you,” Jon said.

“Forget it. In case you forgot, Sed’s my boss.”

“I’m your boss too,” Eric said.

“So you’re fucking Eric in the hopes that you’ll get a raise?” Jon laughed. “I knew she had some ulterior motive.”

“Nope. I’m fucking him because he gives me fantastic orgasms.”

She looked at Eric and smiled. Eric’s heart turned into a big puddle of mush. “I’m going to make you come so hard later,” he whispered.

“Why not right now?” she whispered back.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a little controller.

The slender plastic wire disappeared down the front of her pants. He examined the controller. It was the one that went to the butterflyshaped clit stimulator he’d bought her the night before. Eric flushed and leaned closer to her ear. “You’re wearing it right now?”

She grinned crookedly. “Not telling.”

He switched on the remote, and her body jerked. A faint hum came from inside the crotch of her jeans. He switched it off again.

Her body relaxed.

“It’s a long ride to Austin,” he murmured.

“That’s why I wore it,” she whispered.

He kissed her passionately, wondering why they had ever left the hotel room.

Eric switched on the butterfly again, and he felt its vibration against his thigh where her hip was pressed against him. “I don’t think you have it in the right spot. It’s supposed to buzz your clit.”

She laughed. “That’s my cell phone.”

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and wrinkled her adorable little nose as she read the display screen. “It’s my mother.”

Eric shut off Rebekah’s clit stimulator so fast that he feared it would never work properly again.

Rebekah answered her phone. “Hey, Mom. What’s up?”

Eric caught snatches of the woman’s tirade. “…saw what kind of sleazy individuals you’re working for… no place for a decent woman… come home right now… your father… blah, blah, blah…”

“Things are going really well,” Rebekah cut in.

“…think you’re some sort of harlot… filthy rock star… bunch of beasts… …sex and drugs… blah, blah, blah… Dave said…”

“How is Dave?” Rebekah blurted.

“Don’t change the subject.”

“I’m not coming home, Mom. I have a job.”

“…wrong kind of job for a nice young lady… dirty minds and devil music… going to hell… what would your father say… blah, blah, blah…”

Rebekah rubbed her forehead and rolled her eyes. Eric just stared at her in horror.

“I’ve gotta go, Mom.”

“…head home right now if you know what’s good for you… blah, blah, blah…”

“Mom! I have to go,” Rebekah annunciated slowly. “Tell Dad and Dave hello.”

“…can’t believe my own daughter…”

“Bye, Mom.”

Rebekah disconnected the call and slumped back in the seat.

“What was that all about?” Eric asked.

“Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

She tossed her phone on the seat beside her and covered his hand with hers. She stroked the power switch on the clit stimulator remote still in his hand. “Turn it on,” she whispered. “Make me feel dirty.”

He couldn’t even pretend to understand that request, but he did what she asked. Her back arched, thrusting both breasts forward.

She moaned and writhed, her hand clinging to Eric’s thigh.

“Jesus, I’m trying to pay attention to the road here,” Jon bitched.

That fueled Rebekah to moan louder. “Oh, it feels good, Eric.

I’m about to come. Turn it off. Make me suffer.”

Eric switched off the stimulator, and she squirmed in her seat, her eyes on the rearview mirror to check if Jon was paying attention.

She totally loved that he was listening. She wanted him to watch her get off. The little minx.

Eric sucked gently on the flesh just under her ear. “I bet Jon’s dick is as hard as a rock after hearing how sexy you are.”

“You think?” she whispered.

“Yeah.”

“Turn it on again.”

She vocalized louder and louder as she approached orgasm again. “Turn it off,” she cried at the last second. She squirmed again. “That drives me crazy,” she gasped. “My pussy is so fucking wet right now.”

“Knock it off, you two,” Jon grumbled and adjusted his fly with a wince.

Rebekah grinned at Eric and reached for his belt buckle. “Do you want a blow job or a hand job this time?”

Oh yeah. He totally loved this woman.

They met the tour buses at a rest stop outside El Paso, Texas.

Rebekah grabbed Eric’s hand and tugged him up the bus steps. She needed him inside her. Like immediately.

“There you are,” Sed said as they rushed past on their way to the bedroom.

“Are you going to cook those enchiladas you promised?” Brian asked.

She’d forgotten that she was supposed to cook for them. “Uh, I need to do something with Eric in the bedroom, and then I’ll cook.”

Eric had an ear-to-ear grin plastered on his face.

“I’m starving,” Brian complained.

“It’s Eric,” Trey said. “He’ll be done in like two minutes.”

Rebekah hoped Trey was wrong. She’d been helping Eric throughout the entire day, and he’d been teasing her clit off and on for seven hours. If she didn’t get some dick soon, she was going to die.

As soon as they were in the bedroom, she pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside. Her bra followed. He watched her shuck her jeans, his eyes off her only long enough to pull his shirt over his head. She removed her sopping wet panties and the delightful little butterfly that had no battery power left. When she was naked, she bent forward over the bed and spread her legs.

“Hurry, Eric. Put it in.”

“Hold on. I’m not hard yet.”

He squatted behind her and licked at her wetness. “You smell so good,” he groaned.

She made mewing sounds of desperation as he sucked her slick flesh. “Please, baby. Fuck me. I’m so hot and achy, I can’t stand it anymore. I need you inside me.”

He stood and slid his now hard cock into her with one deep thrust.

“Oh yes,” she gasped. She rocked back into him. “Harder.

Harder.” He fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her with each vigorous thrust. Within seconds she was shuddering with an intense orgasm. She cried out in ecstasy and collapsed on her face. His cock slipped out, and he grunted in protest. Eric pushed her body up the bed, so she was lying flat on her belly, and suspended himself over her back. He sank between her legs and entered her again, pressing his lower belly against her ass. Buried deep, he rotated his hips and ground himself inside her, stretching her in all directions and rubbing her clit with his balls.

“Oh, that feels good,” she gasped, lifting her hips off the bed slightly to ease his access. He began to thrust then, maintaining a hard, steady rhythm until she convulsed with another orgasm.

He took her from the side next, experimenting with angles of penetration until he found a position that stimulated her clit with each thrust and made her chant in excitement. Another orgasm left her delirious. She rolled onto her back to face him and found him drenched in sweat.

“This is fucking awesome,” he said, eyes sparkling with delight.

She smiled and cupped his sweaty face. “You’re such a stud.”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a happy little laugh and wrapped his arms around the backs of her thighs to press her knees into her shoulders.