Dean
I Think I’m Okay
Machine Gun Kelly & YUNGBLUD
My eyes stay locked in the direction of the door, long seconds after her body is gone, the action not missed by the girl in my lap. Her fingers grasp onto my chin, digging in just enough to have my gaze swinging back over to her as she tugs my face to hers.
“I’m over here,” she practically purrs, her barely-covered tits pushing into my chest to further make her point.
“How about you move down here.” I grab the buckle of my belt and pull it loose, leaving no question as to what I mean.
“Whatever you want.” Her cherry red lips lift in a salacious smile, her nails scraping down the front of my shirt before landing on the button of my jeans. It takes her less than a second to flick it open. Another five seconds later my dick is surrounded by the heat of her mouth.
My head falls back against the window, my hand fisting in her hair as she begins to bob up and down on my cock. Her tongue flicks around the head, her teeth grazing against the sensitive skin just enough to make me hiss, but not enough to hurt.
She’s done this before, and doesn’t seem to mind in the least that we have an audience. Because she means nothing to me, neither does having anyone witness this. I tighten my grip in her locks and push her down until I can feel my cock in the back of her throat.
I feel her lips crook up around me. Instead of being afraid, she seems to love it, sucking me in even deeper. I groan when I feel her swallow around me, messy brown hair and blue eyes suddenly filling the space behind my closed lids, my cock growing even harder.
The thought of shutting up her smart mouth like this has another groan leaving me a second before my release hits. It takes everything in me to keep her name from tumbling from my lips as the greedy one below lap up every drop I just shot down her throat.
Fuck. Me.
Did I really just blow my load thinking about that reporter?
“How was that, baby?” Cherry red lips, now slick from my cum, smile over at me as she rises to her knees. Her eyes are a dull hazel, her blonde hair long, curly, and still perfectly coifed, even after my hand was in it. She’s the exact opposite of what I’m trying to forget. And failing miserably at.
“You can go.” I snatch the bottle of whiskey off the table and take a long pull, ignoring her completely as she tuts and huffs out her offense. No girl that just gave me head in front of, I glance around and count, four other people, deserves my respect, let alone any kind of gratitude from me. I can guarantee she got way more out of the last thirty minutes, than I did.
“Fucking harsh, dude,” Hayden says as she stomps away, his comment soft, but still laced with enough edge to cut like a knife.
“She got what she came for,” I toss back in defense. “She can go brag to all her little friends about giving the lead guitarist of Devil’s Halo head, and partying on their bus.”
“Whatever makes you feel better.” He sighs, shaking his head. I watch through slanted eyes as Hayden gets up and walks to his bunk in the back of the bus without another word, shutting the music off as he goes.
I know he’s right. I honestly just don’t give a fuck. Between the shit going on with Luc finding Lily and discovering he has a daughter, and now that goddamn journalist, this tour is turning into a shit show of epic proportion.
“You want in with us, man?” Mikey grins from the couch across the room, a chick bookending each side of him. “Shelly here has a room we’re gonna go and mess up a little.”
Can always count on Mikey to roll like nothing strange is happening.
“Nah.” I flash him a quick smile. “You have fun though. I’m tired. Gonna crash.”
The three of them rise from the couch together, arms entangled, seemingly keeping Mikey snared in their web. “Your loss, brother.” Mikey winks before steering them toward the door and off the bus.
I heave out a long sigh, my gaze drifting around the now quiet cabin, pausing when I spy a brown elastic band on the counter by the sink. Fucking girl isn’t even here and she’s still taking up space. I pour another long guzzle from the bottle still clutched in my hand down my throat, the burn of it doing nothing to quench what I’m actually thirsting for.
Where the hell did she go anyway? Maybe to crash on one of the other buses? I can’t imagine she knows anyone from the crew yet well enough to invite herself onto one of them. What the hell did I know though? She didn’t seem to let much intimidate her, and she seemed pretty comfortable living in this world.
I take another long swig as I push myself up from my corner of the world, then stomp over to the sink swatting the elastic into the trash. I scowl at the offending rubber band, kicking the can with the toe of my sneaker so it’s further away from me. I can’t believe I’m going to have to put up with her for the rest of this damn tour.
I’m feeling good and buzzed now, and realize I have two options; go to bed, or go find her. I’m sober enough to know that going to find her won’t end well, mostly for me, so I make my one good decision of the night, and head to the back of the bus, instead of the front.
I toe off my shoes, strip out of my shirt and jeans, and then slide into my bunk. I’m asleep before my head hits the pillow.
I blink awake to muffled laughter, the sound of a bottle clinking against the floor as it falls. “Shhhh, you’re going wake everyone up.”
“You’re the one that just dropped the bottle.” A soft, feminine giggle, and then. “This is all your fault.” The hair on the back of my neck rising as I realize it’s Sadie.
