Page 85 of The First Chord

“What are you doing?” I asked, already feeling turned on.

“Told you,” he whispered, bringing his mouth close to my ear, “practicing chords.”

His fingers then dipped inside and parted my folds, brushing backwards and forwards, very slowly, over my clit.

“I’m just warming it up,” he said, nipping at my earlobe. “Then I’m going to play.”

“What are you going to play?” I asked, breathlessly.

“What’s your favourite song? Any at all. Doesn’t have to be one of ours. As long as it’s not Blind Devil.”

As he pushed a finger inside of me, I gasped. “I don’t know. I can’t c-concentrate.”

“Think,” he said before taking my bottom lip between his teeth. “Very carefully, because you don’t want it too short.”

Pushing his other hand up my t-shirt, he began to trace his fingertips over my nipple. It was so tight and hard I thought that it might explode.

“What’s your song, baby?” he urged. “Tell me.”

I arched my back, and pushed my hips forward, desperately trying to think of a song. My mind was blank of everything except for the pleasure that Ronnie was pulling from my body.

“I-I think, oh shit.” My head went back as he crooked the finger which was inside me and stroked. “I love…”

When I still couldn’t think of a song, Ronnie chuckled and moved his mouth to my neck. He placed open mouthed kisses along it and to my shoulder. He nudged the strap of my vest top off with his nose and nipped at the skin. All this while his fingers continued to turn me on.

“I need a song, Amber. Otherwise, I’m not going to be able to practice.”

“Wildest Dreams, Taylor Swift.” I gasped as he pinched my nipple. “Wildest Dreams, Ronnie, bloody Wildest Dreams.”

I didn’t know what he was going to do, but I wanted him to do it quickly so that I could bloody well orgasm.

“I know the one. The one that you play when you’re getting ready before a gig.” He pulled his finger out and I almost yelled at him to put it back. “I’m pretty sure I know the chords to that one.” His other fingers started to move up and down as he hummed softly in my ear, and it was then that it dawned on me what he was doing. It shouldn’t have been sexy, him playing the chords to my favourite song against my clit, but it was.

It was obvious why he was probably the best bass player in the world, because his fingers were quick, light, and magical. He played me like his favourite guitar, making me wetter with every chord and note that he played and sang. He’d only got as far as the first line of the second verse when the different level of pressure and movement made me fall apart. Coming with a force that had my back arching and fingers grabbing hold of his hair and pulling it tight.

“Shit, baby,” Ronnie groaned, “so fucking beautiful.”

“God I-I-I…” I didn’t say the words which were on the tip of my tongue. Instead, I grabbed harder and pushed my crotch forward, urging Ronnie’s fingers for more. He gave it to me when he pushed two fingers back inside and beckoned more tremors from my body. As I continued to come, he finally kissed my mouth and gave me the most passionate of kisses. Needing him to come with me, I shoved my hand down his sweatpants and wrapped my hand around his rock hard penis.

“Shit, Amber.” His hand left my boob and moved over mine in his pants. He curled his fingers around it and together we pumped him until he also came, with a quiet moan against my ear.

Once we both came down from the high, we stared at each other and smiled.

“I think we need a tissue,” I whispered, looking down at the wet patch forming on Ronnie’s sweatpants.

“I’ll get a shower, it’s fine.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Want to join me?”

“Tempting as that is, no. I think I know what will happen if I do.”

“And?”

His blue eyes twinkled and I almost caved but when a yawn escaped me, I knew I had to stick to my decision.

“I need to get to bed.”

“Okay. I understand.” He kissed my forehead. “You go and get to bed, and I’ll pop my head in after I’ve had a shower.”

Even though everyone knew about us, we didn’t sleep together on the bus. The boys took it turns for the main bedroom, except for Ronnie who liked to be near me, as I continued to sleep in my little room. I would have felt awkward otherwise, and Ronnie understood that. He understood a lot about me. Cared about me.

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