Page 11 of Wild Tonic
A woman with strawberry blonde hair and a man with a clipboard appeared, diffusing the situation a little, as Byron rubbed at his face with a handkerchief.
“We need to do some pictures,” said the man, who Nate realised must have been a promoter of some sort. “There’s a line forming, if you guys are ready.”
“I’m only doing it if Finola is between Byron and I,” said Clem. “I don’t want him touching me.”
“Come on, Clem, it’s only for a few snaps,” said Byron. He went to reach for her, but Nate blocked him, filling the space between them. The other man looked at the promoter and then back to Clem before his gaze landed on Nate. He sighed. “Okay, whatever she wants.”
Nate stepped back as the promoter took charge and ushered person after person into the VIP area for pictures with Clem, Byron and Finola. He stayed on the side lines and watched the three of them turn on dazzling smiles as they snapped selfies, mostly with women who appeared keen to snag Byron. Even though he’d only met the guy for a matter of minutes, Nate didn’t know what they saw in him. The band had done a few meet and greets, although they weren’t anything like this, and there certainly wasn’t the same level of ear-splitting screeching.
As she posed, Clem threw glances in his direction, rolling her eyes occasionally and even blew a kiss at him. He waited patiently for her to finish, desperate to be alone with her.
Close to an hour later, they were finally done. Nate had drunk several bottles of beer on top of the glass of champagne and was starting to feel the effects.
Clem approached him, glass in hand. “Thanks for waiting. I hope you didn’t get too bored.”
She leaned over and kissed his cheek. He reached around and cupped her neck, twisting her towards him. Their lips hovered close together and Nate caught the hitch in Clem’s breathing.
“I couldn’t be bored knowing this might happen,” he whispered.
He didn’t have a chance to say any more as Clem’s lips crashed against his, her tongue dipping into his mouth. Her arms wound around his neck, the glass falling to the floor. His hands slid down her back, slipping over the shiny material of her top and cradling her arse, clad in the tight leather.
“Let’s get out of here.” She gasped, her skin flushed.
“Where to? It’s not like either of us have a place close by.”
“There’s a hotel nearby.” Clem wriggled out of his grasp and looked around for her purse. She spotted Finola. “I’m leaving. I won’t need a lift back to London tonight.”
“But, we…”
Nate didn’t wait to hear what Finola said as he grabbed Clem’s hand and pulled her through the crowds and into the street. Once outside, he looked left, then right.
“Where’s the hotel?”
This time, Clem took the lead and led Nate through the streets. As she appeared to know exactly where she was going, Nate couldn’t help but speculate if he was the first man to be taken there.
As if reading his thoughts, Clem spoke. “We come here quite a lot. There’ve been times when we’ve been too drunk to get a car home, so have crashed here.”
They stopped outside a cheap, chain hotel similar to the ones the band had stayed in when they’d been on tour. He’d been expecting something a little more upmarket from Clem.
She went inside and Nate followed. There was something totally illicit about checking in to a hotel way past midnight. It screamed ‘hook up’. He kept quiet as Clem did the talking and secured them a room. The night porter kept looking between Nate and Clem, which made Nate nervous. Was he about to be splashed all over social media as Clem’s latest lover? The thought made him shiver.
Once inside, all thoughts of what might happen after tonight left his head. He sat on the bed and reached down to pull off his boots. As he shrugged off his shirt and drew his t-shirt over his head, his gaze strayed to Clem. She had already discarded her coat and bag and kicked off her heels. He watched as she pulled the shirt out of her waistband and shrugged it off her shoulders, revealing pale skin and two perfectly pert apple-shaped breasts. She wore no bra.
“Tit tape,” she said, by way of explanation. “Leona’s used to ensuring nothing comes undone.”
A brief thought of Leona carefully applying tape to Clem’s breasts flitted through Nate’s head. Although that soon disappeared as Clem pushed down her leather pants to reveal the flimsiest, sheerest pair of black lacy panties that Nate had ever seen. She gave him a twirl and a glimpse of her peachy arse, barely covered by the thong.
“Come here.” He almost growled his command.
Clem knelt on the edge of the bed, straddling him. His hands went straight to her arse, his fingers kneading the smooth flesh as he pulled her towards him. Their lips met, tentatively at first, then harder, deeper. Clem’s nipples hardened against his chest and his own response was instant and hard as she dragged her nails across his skin. He bent his head, taking one of her perfectly erect buds into his mouth, grabbing her hips with his hands. As his tongue teased and his lips sucked, her breath hitched with a rasp, and she clutched at his shoulders. He slid his right hand downwards, drawing the pad of his thumb over her clit and deftly sliding a finger underneath her panties. She shuddered against him, as his tongue and finger slid into her at exactly the same time. His lips teased hers as he flexed and stroked, and she rocked against him, settling them into a deep rhythm with her hips. His cock pulsed painfully against the buttons of his jeans, but he wanted Clem to come first. She drew away and he looked up at her as she arched backwards, her hands gripping his shoulders, the tip of her blonde ponytail grazing the base of her spine. For a moment, he wished he could have his hands everywhere: inside her, grinding against her clit, tormenting her beautiful breasts, clutching her arse.
“Fuck. Nate! Fuck me now!”
Nate didn’t need asking twice. He fumbled with his jeans and boxers, lifting Clem off him just enough to be able to shove them down, and kick them off. With a tug, he ripped the gossamer thin underwear from her body and tossed it to one side. Hearing Clem gasp, he wrapped one hand around his cock, getting into position, his other pushing between Clem’s soaking wet folds. She wriggled around, spreading her thighs and finally sinking down on him, her wetness easily able to accommodate him. He thrust up into her and she screamed. He fisted a hand around her ponytail and guided her face to look directly at his. A deep intensity burned in her eyes.
“Jesus, Nate, this feels so good!”
He wasn’t in a position to argue as the beginnings of an orgasm tingled and built with ferocious intensity. Nate rolled his hips. Knowing he was losing it he gave in to the sensations. Desperately, he wanted it to last longer, but it wasn’t going to happen. With one last thrust, he came, his head dropping backwards, releasing Clem’s ponytail, as she collapsed against him.
