Page 46 of Flawless Lyric

LYRIC

I haven’t beenable to sit still since they walked on stage. Their performance is incredible and listening to all of their fans screaming, clapping, and singing along is overwhelming. This is my first concert of theirs and I know without a doubt it won’t be my last. And it has nothing to do with the fact that Micah is my boyfriend but everything to do with how I’m loving their music. So very much. Novalee would kill me if she knew I was here. Or the fact that I’m wearing one of her t-shirts.

After my long day, I was exhausted. Now it’s the total opposite. I’m high as a kite and it has everything to do with the music, the men, and the myth. Listen to me. I sound like a starstruck groupie, don’t I? No worries. I’ll gladly own the title because Rebel Riot is truly a remarkable band. Now I can totally understand why it’s so hard for them to relax after a show. And I’m just a spectator, not a performer!

When Zander referred to Micah ‘Fast Hands’ Monroe, I was beside myself. You can bet I’m going to use that nickname every time he calls me Beauty. I so wish I had known about it all along. Every opportunity I had, I would have used it against him. In a good way since he has very talented hands as far as I’m concerned. Now that should be his nickname.

The night flies by. I’m stunned when they take their final bow while their fans scream for more. My heart bleeds for them because I don’t want it to end either. And I’m the lucky one going home with the keyboardist. The sexiest fucking member of the band and he’s all mine. It hasn’t sunk in quite yet that this is my life.

I’m still lost in thought when I’m swept off my feet and carried away by a pair of strong arms. While everyone whoops and hollers or whistles through their teeth, I bury my head in his neck when the innuendos start flying.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“When you tire of him, come see a real man, sweetheart.”

“Save the best for last. Me.”

They continue until Micah opens the back door and we slide into the limo that’s waiting for us. With me straddling his lap, he buckles us in, and I snuggle into his chest. Breathing him in. It’s intoxicating.

“I’ve been waiting for this all week, Beauty. To have you in my arms and in my bed for the weekend.” Well, shit. So have I.

“Mm, me too, Fast Hands.” I couldn’t resist. When he growls, I know I’m in big trouble. Bring it on.

His mouth crashes into mine and when his hands tangle in my hair, I’m immediately wet. I grind against the bulge in his jeans, eliciting a gasp from him. I then slip my tongue into his mouth, dueling for dominance, but he wins every damn time. He sucks on my tongue until my legs tremble and I’m ready to explode. Who knew it was as sensitive as my clit and just as powerful?

“Don’t you dare come until my cock is buried deep inside your sweet cunt.” Oh god, this man could make me come just by talking dirty to me.

“Tell the driver to hurry his ass then.” Truth right here.

Knocking on the divider, he yells, “What the hell’s taking so long?”

It slides down a few inches, but we still have our privacy. “Traffic’s backed up, sir. I’m doing the best I can under the circumstances.”

“Fuck. Sorry, Bill. We can’t see a damn thing with the security windows. Just get us to the hotel safely is all I ask.” With that, the divider closes and we’re alone again.

I’m shocked when Micah unbuttons my jeans and tries to unzip them. Is he crazy? “What the hell are you doing?”

“I need to be inside you. Take off your pants, Beauty. Now.” Why does that annoy me and yet turn me on at the same time? Maybe it’s the excitement of getting caught? Damned if I know but I find myself taking them off anyway.

When I’m bare from the waist down, he unzips and pulls out his thick cock, and I slide down his length. Both of us moan as I bury him balls-deep inside of me. With his hands on my hips, I begin to ride him as hard and as fast as I can. Grinding my clit against his pubic bone when I’m fully seated. Desperate for release.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet, Beauty. We’re going to come together on the count of three. Are you ready?” Is he joking?

“No, no! I’m not ready.”

“Oh, yes you are. One…Two…Three! Come on my cock!” He growls out as he rubs circles around my clit. As soon as I feel him coming inside me, I detonate too.

“F-fuck, yessssss.” With his arm pinning me down, we convulse together. Prolonging our orgasms as we milk each other until we’re bone-dry and weary. My eyes close of their own volition and when he slaps my ass, I’m suddenly wide awake.

“We’re here, Beauty. Time to get dressed.” I suddenly have visions of Bill opening the door and witnessing my big ass as naked as the day I was born. That gets me moving really fast.

“That was just a quickie, but I’m going to make it up to you as soon as we get inside the room.” My pussy clenches in anticipation. I have a feeling it’s going to be a very long night.

“No complaints from me, rockstar.” I just finish zipping up my jeans when Bill opens the door. Phew, that was a close call.

We sneak into the hotel by the kitchen entrance, using the service elevator to get to our floor. I kind of feel like an FBI agent on a covert mission. How to hide a rockstar in five easy steps. When the elevator opens, I peek out, looking left and right, then I grab his hand and we run down the hallway. Laughing like a bunch of idiots.

So much for being quiet.

---