Page 6 of Pour Some Vino On Me

"That's enough, or I'm going to come down that pretty little throat of yours." He pops me off his cock, and I give him my best pout.

"Fine."

"Such a little brat. Maybe it's time someone taught you a lesson." He picks me up and throws me on the bed, and before I can protest, his head is between my legs.

"Yes, Crue, right there." I moan when his tongue flicks over my clit.

He slides two fingers inside me, finding that special spot as he continues to eat my pussy like a man starving. The combination of his mouth and fingers pushes me over the edge, and I come, milking his fingers with the walls of my pussy.

Working his way up my body with kisses, he finally reaches my lips, "Are you ready for me?"

At my nod, he captures my lips with his, and I taste myself on them, and I moan, loving the flavor as he thrusts his cock inside of me. His hips snap back and forth, and I have to hang onto his shoulders to keep up with his thrusts until suddenly he stills above me.

"Shit."

"What?" I panic wondering what he could be so mad about.

"I completely forgot about a condom. I have one in my room I could grab." he pulls almost all the way out of me, bracing himself on his hands.

Not wanting to spoil the mood, I say, "It's okay; I'm clean, and it's not a good time of the month for me to get pregnant."

He looks at me with a strained expression, continuing to hold himself still above me, "Thank fuck." He thrusts back inside of me, "I'm clean, too." he grunts and begins to pound into me. "Sorry, I promise next time I'll go slower, but right now, your pussy is squeezing my cock tighter than it's ever been squeezed, and I'm not sure how long I can hold on."

Hearing him say how he can't control himself sends me over the edge, and I come on his cock. I feel his body tense as he follows me, his cum shooting deep inside of me. And this time, when he says shit, it has my pussy pulling him in deeper.

Crue

You Give Love a Bad Name

"So, did you talk Bon into letting us use his song for our next album?" Anders, our drummer, asks.

My bandmates arrived at the winery thirty minutes ago and haven't stopped badgering me about that damn song. As much as I want to re-record that song, I want Kyrie more.

I wasn't ready for them to meet Kyrie yet, so I ushered them to the empty winery, where I knew we wouldn't be disturbed for a few more hours, especially by Kyrie. We wore each other out last night after we made it back to her bedroom. The only reason I'm up now is because of Anders's text message letting me know they had finally arrived.

Her passionate speech about using one of my own original songs on our next album over a re-recording of her father's plays on a loop in my brain. She made a good point about living in the present instead of the past, but my bandmates are counting on using a Bon Vince song.

"Have you ever thought we should go with one of our songs instead of someone else's?" I use the question to feel each one of them out on how they stand on the issue.

"Sure, but do you know how big it is going to be to re-record a song from a legend like Bon Vince and his band Kingston Lux? We'll finally reach a level of stardom we've only ever dreamed of."

I can't disagree with Maddox, our lead guitarist. The two of us co-founded our band with the same dream. Being this close to achieving that dream only makes this decision harder.

"Look, all I'm saying is, what if we do this on our own without riding on the success of a Rock Legend? Do you really want to be known as just another band who had to capitalize off of someone else's fame?"

"What's gotten into you, Crue? This was your idea from the start. Why the sudden change of heart?" That question comes from the final member of our group, our bass guitar player, Ford.

I'm not ready to share my feelings for Kyrie with them. They might be my best friends, but Kyrie is my future—a future I don't want to fuck up.

Hesitating, I weigh my options and decide how much to tell them. My relationship with Kyrie is so new that I need to tread lightly.

"I take a deep breath and blow it out. There's this girl." I start, but Maddox cuts me off.

"There's always a girl buddy." He slaps me on the shoulder, "Are you finally living the Rockstar lifestyle and claiming all the pussy you can, or has this girl got you by the balls?"

Ignoring Maddox's crude comment, I continue, "She's become extremely special to me in the short time I've known her, but she's a little skittish around Rockstars."

"What do you mean by skittish? Anders quirks an eyebrow, "Skittish like she hides whenever she sees you, or skittish like she wants to stab you whenever she sees you?"

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