Page 43 of Flawless Lyric

I’m blissfully happy when he sends me a pic of his fist wrapped around his cock just as he comes all over his taut stomach. This pic is going into my Rub Hub so I can pull it up over and over again. It’s sexier than any porn movie I’ve ever seen.

Me:That pic is HOT and thanks to you I need a new chair for the office now.

Micah:Send me a pic of you sucking off your fingers. Then I need to go since the guys are looking for me.

What? This is crazy, but I do what he asks. When I ready the camera, my pussy clenches. Thanks to Micah, I’m turning into a nymphomaniac.

Once again, I snap the pic and hit send. Then I stare at the picture that I just sent to him. My eyes are half closed and my lips are wrapped around my fingers. There’s no way for him to see how my tongue swirled around my fingers until I couldn’t taste myself anymore. Since I’ve met him, I’ve been sexually aroused twenty-four seven. I dread the thought of him going back on tour in the spring. At this rate, I’ll need to stock up on batteries until he comes home.

Micah:Fuck, Beauty. Don’t make any plans for Friday night because your pussy is all mine.

Friday? Isn’t that the start of the festival? I know it’s why they’ve been busting their asses to practice all week. Is he going to stop over after? Must be, but I’ll text him when I get home just to be sure. I’d love to spend the night with him, but we’ll never get any sleep and then he’d be too exhausted for the weekend. It’s his call. I’ll gladly go along with whatever he decides.

After my bathroom break, I open the office. Then I concentrate on finishing all of my work before the end of the day. When I’ve filed the last of my paperwork and shut down my laptop, there’s still eleven minutes until closing. I must admit, I didn’t think I’d get it all done since my body’s been a traitorous bitch. My breasts feel heavy, and my nipples ache every time my bra brushes across the sensitive peaks. Begging to be touched and sucked. And since they have a direct line to my clit, my pussy’s been drenched all day. Apparently, one orgasm just wasn’t enough for this naughty slut.

The minute the clock hits five, I lock the door and do my nightly tasks. It doesn’t take me long since I don’t have any dishes and I just cleaned the bathroom last night. Grabbing my bag, I debate whether to stop at the store to pick up a few things. Then I decide to go straight home instead. I’m in desperate need of a shower and I’m sure there’s something I can grab for dinner.

I skip the highway since I’m not in the mood for bumper-to-bumper traffic. It might take me a little longer to get home, but the scenic view is well worth it. I love looking at houses along the way—I blame this little quirk on Ruth. She’s taught me what to look for in a home and what to stay as far away from as possible.

When I pull into my driveway, I hit the remote and the garage door opens. As soon as I step into the house, I strip off my clothes and head for my bedroom. I’m thankful for the first time that Novalee isn’t here, because now I can walk around naked if I so choose. As soon as I step inside, my bed calls to me. Not to sleep but to take care of the ache that I’ve been fighting all day. Shower or masturbate? The latter wins as I open the drawer, lie on my bed, and turn on my rabbit. Then I pull up the sexy-as-fuck pic of Micah before thrusting my toy inside of me, while the little ears have me screaming his name.

18

MICAH

I’ve managedto squeeze in a little phone time with Lyric since Wednesday’s botched breakfast and our office shenanigans. She admitted she’s been horny ever since and has had to take matters into her own hands. I assured her that won’t be necessary tonight, and I’ll be the one in charge of all her orgasms from here on out. She laughed uncontrollably when I told her she can retire her little pink bunny. She quickly pointed out it’s a rabbit, not a bunny. Potato, potahto. Right? Apparently I’m wrong. I was told not all vibrators are created equal. Guess who’s going to peek in her drawer tonight to see what other toys she has hidden inside?

We’re thrilled that tonight we get to jump back on stage and play for a real audience. All the bands have been here since yesterday and it’s been great connecting with some of them again. Although it’s awkward for some of us, especially Zander since the Sinful Seven is here and Quinn, his ex, is married to Jet. Also, Harmony’s a bit ruffled since Gavin from Wicked Immortal’s here. Apparently, they were hot and heavy in college and he and Ace had a run-in a while back. It’s all good now but still a bit awkward. As they say, the show must go on.

Now we’re all sitting around waiting for our pep talk before the first band hits the stage. Even at this hour, you can hear the buzz of the crowd and the energy inside the arena while they wait to be entertained. I’ve been itching to get it over with but now that I’m here, the adrenaline is coursing through my veins. Craving that high like a junkie waiting for his next fix. Desperate for the rush and the energy that only a live audience can fulfill. It’s equivalent to an orgasm so intense that you need to satisfy it immediately. If I keep this mindset for much longer, I might embarrass myself. Best to get my head in the game.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Music Weekly would like to thank all of you for agreeing to come here this weekend to help them celebrate their twentieth anniversary!” Caleb announces. “As you know, Rebel Riot has been chosen for the anniversary edition. So put your hands together and give them the kudos they deserve!”

Oh fuck. I feel like I’m at some award ceremony and we’re waiting to go on stage for our trophy. When Zander stands up and gives the crowd a wave, we do the same.

“Good, good. Laid Bare will start us off at noon and after a quick set change, The Sinful Seven will follow. So on and so on. You all have your time slots and we want to keep this running as smoothly as possible. No doubt there’ll be a few hiccups along the way, but we’ll deal with them when and if it happens. If you have friends or relatives who are coming this weekend, please remind them that this is not the place and time for them to congregate. It’s not a family reunion and we need to keep the congestion to a minimum. Now let’s break a leg and have an awesome weekend!”

“Let’s not and say we did,” Ace mumbles as we try to exit without being trampled on.

“Break a leg is just an idiom for good luck, is all,” Zander says. “What crawled up your ass this morning?” Zander is usually a man of few words, but he sure loves to push buttons every chance he gets.

“Sorry. Harmony and I were having a great time traveling this summer and I’m just pissed it’s over. Now it’s back to business as usual.”

I’m quick to point out, “Most musicians would kill to be standing where we are today. Next time you want to complain about a paying gig, I’ll send you a basket with some cheese and crackers to go with your whine.” Zander and Jax try not to laugh, but it was fucking funny. Unfortunately, Ace doesn’t think so.

We’re not scheduled to go on stage until nine tonight since we’re closing the show. We’re basically giving them a two-hour concert since we’re the headliners. Unfortunately, we need to stick around for the day for more promos and pics. Several reporters will be here to ask questions, and once again we need to be compliant and go with the flow. I feel a headache coming on already. It’s going to be a long weekend. Thank fuck I can bury myself in Lyric tonight and forget.

As we’re walking out the door, we bump right into The Sinful Seven. It was inevitable that it would happen, so might as well get it over with on the first day of the festival.

“Congrats on the cover for Music Weekly. It’s so well deserved,” Lucas shouts over the thrum of the crowd. Jet, Willow, and Trevor congratulate us as well. We are bombarded with handshakes, shoulder bumps, slaps on the back, and so on. Willow’s the only one who gives us a big hug. She’s Caleb’s wife and a sweetheart.

“Thanks for coming out to help us celebrate this weekend,” Lucas continues. “Being away from family on a holiday totally sucks, but as Caleb always says, “It’s part of the business.”

Willow laughs because she knows her husband all too well. “Yep, I hear that all the time from Boss Man. In fact, Cadence scolds her father every time he talks about work. Her mantra is ‘Home is all about family’.” Willow always refers to Caleb as Boss Man, and Cadence is his daughter Willow adopted after they were married.

“Smart girl,” Zander pipes in. “Did Abby, Quinn, and Savannah come here for the weekend?” Most likely his curiosity is based on the fact that he doesn’t want to run into Quinn.

“Savannah’s on tour, but Abby and Quinn came with us.” Trevor answered the question that everyone else avoided. Makes sense since Abby is Lucas’s wife and also their business manager. And Quinn is Jet’s wife and their PR Agent.

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