He pulled her, by the hair from his cock, bending to kiss her just behind her ear. She giggles and nods standing and stripping before him. I watch his hands trail down her sides as he cups her ass, and I can't look away.
He stands fast and swings his body in behind her, gently pushing her over the end of the bed, until she is on all fours and had no risk at seeing me, frozen at the door watching.
"This what you want girl?" He asks, but his eyes are on me and he is looking at me like I need to answer instead of the woman excitedly chanting 'yes'.
"Want me to take you like this? Ass in the air over the side of my bed where I can dig in hard?" He nods as he says it and now I know he means me.
I have to make a choice here, either nod and hope he sends her packing. Or leave and tell him in the morning I am done.
I am frozen in place and watch as he puts first one, then another condom on, and sadly I am glad he did. I still couldn’t see him in the dim light, but wondered where the other piercings were, but as he thrust inside of her his eyes were on me.
"Tell me you want me girl…" He demanded and I nodded and mouthed, 'yes' as tears spilled from my eyes.
He closes his eyes in pleasure and groans and I know it has nothing to do with the woman in his bed.
He knows I said yes.
He pulls from her on a groan of discomfort and slaps her ass. She yelps then giggles, but he isn't amused. "Fucking God damn you and that shirt!" He says and stalks to his door, buck naked, dick swinging as he kicks the door shut. The spell I was under breaks the minute he shuts the door and I silently fall apart, listening to him tell her something and I refuse to listen anymore.
I close my bedroom door and lock it for the first time since being on the tour.
If it is possible to hate him, I think I do.
I want to call Raleigh, but he is on a date. I miss him so much and though Carrie and Cassa are great sidekicks, Raleigh is my thick and thin friend and Carrie is Noah's sister.
I feel so alone, but I text him anyway.
Me: I miss you Ral… Miss me?
His response was immediate.
Ral: Hi, I'm on a date, hellooooo! And yes, duh.
I am bawling once I read his text. I should be there when he gets home so he can tell me all about it. Instead I am sitting alone on a tour bus, possibly falling for a guy who wants to destroy me.
Me: call me tomorrow and we will figure it out. Make good choices, no guy wants a hussy ;)
Ral: Oh puh-leeze sugar tits, all men want a hussy ;) And what a guy hates is a cock block. So stop being one ;) love and miss you. Tootles
I hear a light tap on my door and assume it's Stu closing up for the night and open it like the idiot I am.
Noah steps in my room invading every inch and steeling all the air and slams his mouth on mine. I push him back and immediately wipe my mouth in disgust.
"What is wrong with you?" I don't bother masking my distaste for his bullshit any longer.
"What's wrong with me?Youare what's wrong with me." He slurs and I notice then that he is drunk, the faint taste of vodka on his tongue lingering on my lips, I want to vomit.
I want to cry.
"Oh, you seem to do just fine without me." I say and try to get past him and open my door in hopes he will leave.
He doesn’t.
"That's the problem, I can't fuck. I can get hard, and hot and fuck I want to, but when I look down and see their face I can't do it." He looks at me, his eyes glassy from the liquor and for a brief moment I have a passing thought he might have done… no, he was with the guys. He is definitely drunk. "Then you stand there, in a fucking towel no less and watch me get my dick sucked, watch me try to fuck her…" He steps in close. "I was hard as fuck when I asked if you wanted it." He grips my neck, the towel on my head falling loose and my hair spills down over my shoulder as he pulls me again to his mouth. I use both hands to push him, my towel untwisting. I slam my hand to my chest to keep the towel covering me as best I can, and he takes it as my submission.
"Stop!" I say through mashed lips, unwilling to let him in my mouth.
His forehead on mine he groans.
