Page 107 of Taming the Rockstar

I fight the urge to laugh. But before I can make a joke, I feel his breath hot between my thighs, wafting into the hair tufting against my entrance. Vince tongues my entrance carefully, pressing his tongue against my clit. I gasp. I’m extremely sensitive. My hips buck,

“Yes, please!” I say.

Vince starts to lick harder, twirling his tongue upward. The back of my thighs starts to shake as I feel an orgasm start to build. He keeps licking, pausing to suck on the bud of my clit. My thighs clench. I squeal as the heat builds, starting at the bottoms of my feet. Vince grips my hips and sucks harder, my hips buck but he rides the motion, his tongue meeting the crest of my mound as he licks. I grunt, moving my hips and Vince keeps licking, clutching my thighs with his palms as the heat builds and builds within me.

I’m so close. I reach down and press Vince’s head closer, feeling his soft hair beneath my thighs. He licks again, and I burst, bearing down to meet the oceanic wave of my orgasm. My body is alive with pleasure, every nerve ending is transformed into a firework, and pleasure laps at the space behind my knees, my elbows, and the space between my eyebrows.

I cry out as my thighs clench Vince’s head.

When I come back down, I wrap my legs around Vince’s waist and our lips collide. I want more. I reach down and free his hard-on from his boxers. He grins, “More?”

“Yes,” I pant, working his cock. He’s already throbbing in my palm. I rub the small dots of pre-cum from the head along the shaft. I’m already wet. We kiss, and I lift my hips, letting him fill me. Vince moans, deep and guttural as he lifts his hips upward plunging into me. The mattress heaves beneath our combined weight as we establish a frantic rhythm. I clutch Vince’s shoulders for leverage as I ride him, reaching the mountainous peak of my orgasm. Vince comes with a cry, his face twisted in ecstasy. When we part, we’re both sweaty and satiated.

Vince kisses my forehead, then he kisses my stomach again.

“I love both of you so much,” he mumbles as he falls asleep.

Vince

Winter

In the nineties, my Bachelor party would have resulted in at least three arrests and catapulted the careers of a dozen strippers.

Now, Henry, Apollo, Michael, and I sit silently on a party bus after eating approximately ten pounds of sushi at Sah-Steamy, unsure of what to do next.

Lyndsey, Allison, Priya, and some of her tour manager friends rented a beachfront Airbnb last weekend for her bacheloretteparty. They got facials, watched at least three romantic comedies, and decorated cookies shaped like dicks.

According to Lyndsey, it was a wonderful time, but it made me a little jealous. I wanted to have one last wild weekend with my friends! Granted, I only have three friends, but still!

So, I rented this party bus, convinced that though we are older that doesn’t mean we’re unable to have fun. The party bus is fully stocked with everything one could need for a bachelor party: a mini-fridge full of snacks and beverages, with a case of non-alcoholic gin and tonics for me, several stripper poles, and the ability to change the neon lights with a tiny remote.

Henry hums anxiously as he observes the strobing neon lights dancing on the sleek interior of the party bus. It’s silent, except for the blaring techno that the driver’s playing. I don’t feel like booking any strippers, so the poles are empty and barren.

“So,” Apollo starts, “I have an idea.”

“I told you playing strip poker would feel weird if it’s just the three of us!” Henry insists.

“I’m up for anything,” I say sipping my non-alcoholic gin and tonic.

“Okay, guys, who here’s done edibles?” Apollo fishes a long rectangle out of his shorts pocket. I peer closer at the label, it’s a THC-infused chocolate bar. I haven’t smoked weed since the ‘2000s, but I know a lot of my friends use edibles to sleep at night.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Apollo assures me, “But Char and I tried this the other day and let me tell you! The kids have it so easy today, I’m talking about the best version of being stoned: no panic, just a nice ever-expanding calm. We ordered McDonald’s off the internet and watchedGreat British Bake Off, it was amazing.”

Michael grabs the candy bar from Apollo and flips it over, peering at the ingredients, “What do you think Vince?”

I pause, every other illegal substance and alcohol, I never had a problem with weed. At most, it made me want to eat French Fries and take a nap, but it’d been years since any sort of mind-altering substance entered my body.

“You can split it in half,” Apollo adds, “That’s the nice part. You start with half a piece and go from there.”

“Since when did you know so much about edibles?”

“We found this in Tara’s room when she was home on summer break, and instead of getting mad at her about it, we stole it. We tried it for ourselves and had such a good time we bought some of our own. I go to the weed store now!”

“I think it’s called a dispensary, yeah?”

“Semantics! All I’m saying is, it’s a surprisingly good time.”

“Alright, I’ll try it, anything to get this party going, you dullards!” I exclaim. Henry and Michael hoot in glee.

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