Chapter 129: Angela
Their silliness was infectious and I made sure they got dessert. We carried it out to the pool where three gorgeous nude bodies continued their antics. They seemed so carefree, and I wondered if Krispin would normally be playing with them.
He looked at me. "Do you want to swim?"
"Yeah, come on in and please tell us you forgot your suit." Stephon rested his bulging forearms on the side of the pool and the other two looked on with puppy-dog eyes.
"Leave her be, Steph, or we'll all be horny tonight." Matt yelled from the deep end.
"You're always fucking horny, and as soon as you're home you'll be using your fist to get yourself off anyway." Another playful round of "Dunk-the-Idiot" ensued. If my pussy singularly belonged to Krispin, I could get used to this.
They finally pulled themselves from the water and joined us for still-warm chocolate chip cookies. Then they lay back on the recliners and talked about rehearsal in the morning.
"We're only going over the song order and doing a sound check. Then we're resting until the show." Krispin sounded so matter of fact, I was surprised when they all began laughing.
I looked at Krispin and he grinned. "They're jealous because you'll be with me all day.
"Oh."
"We aren't stupid and he won't be relaxing." Matt piped in.
"Oh." I didn't know what else to say and they all laughed at my discomfort until Krispin got their attention.
"The cook doesn't clean so you boys need to head in and do the dishes."
"I don't mind cleaning."
He lifted me into his arms. "But I mind. It's our turn to swim while they have cleanup duty."
"Put me down and I'll go get my suit."
"Sorry, that's not an option. Get the hell out of here guys. Clean up and then go home."
I smiled at the good-natured moans and groans but stopped suddenly as water covered my head. I came up sputtering in soggy clothes. Krispin removed his shirt and then his pants and I couldn't manage a single complaint. I swam to the side as he jumped and dove over my head. I watched his white ass shoot through the water. Without coming up for air, he changed course and swam up behind me.
Strong arms turned me around and traveled under my shirt as his head came out of the water.
"You're overdressed for swimming."
God, I loved his bad boy grin! He held me above the waterline while I pulled my shirt and bra over my head and then we both worked on my soaked skirt, finally watching as the last of my clothes floated to the bottom.
"Don't worry, the pool boy will get it out." His grin was hot enough to melt me completely.
"That's what scares me."
Krispin's mouth covered mine. I hoped he forgot the no-sex dictate he made earlier. I would damn sure try and change his mind.
He pulled me to the shallow end of the pool until I felt my ass barely scrape one of the steps. His lips left mine and kisses traveled down my jaw, across my collarbone and then covered my nipple with erotic suction. The sunset reflected off the water and I pulled his head closer.
"Oow." His teeth bit into my nipple, though I knew it wasn't as hard as it could have been.
"Arms folded behind your back."
"Yes, Sir."
He moved to my other nipple, squeezing the breast he left behind. There was no way to know how much wetness from between my legs floated away in the pool, but Krispin finally placed his hand against the part of me that craved his touch even more than my breasts.
"Please." I needed more of him.
"Please, Sir." He whispered the words against my ear.
"Please, Sir."
His arms wrapped around me and we moved from the side, going into the deeper end.
"Hold your breath."
We went below the surface, and his dark eyes looked at mine through the crystal clear water. He grinned when his feet hit the bottom, and pushed off, bringing us both to the surface again.
"I needed to cool you off," he said. "The only thing getting sexual attention tonight is my cock."
He hadn't forgotten, damn him.
***
Krispin
Keeping her from coming was harder than I thought. She was a devious wench.
After I did a few laps in the pool, I wrapped her in a big towel and we padded into the house. Once she realized the guys were gone, the towel hit the floor and her knees hit the soft carpet in front of me.
"Would Sir like his cock sucked?"
Like I could resist her lips or the warmth of her breath mere inches from my growing erection.
"Oh, you are a naughty sub."
"Yes, Sir."
My hands went into her wet hair and pulled those soft lips forward. Her hot tongue played with me as I watched her lips work me over. I wiped a trail of saliva from the corner of her mouth, causing her to look up and meet my gaze.
She was beautiful with her mouth filled with my dick, her cheeks sucked in, and her green eyes shining with too much power. Power I had no chance of taking away at this moment. She was too fucking sexy and her mouth felt like heaven.
It was going to be a long night.
***
She made breakfast for the guys in the morning. My little spitfire huffed and puffed showing her frustrated discontent over the previous evening's lack of an orgasm. I stayed out of her way and let the boys work at cheering her up. There was a reason for my madness. I wanted her hot and horny when we finally made our way to the playroom. I needed her in the right headspace to get through our concert and the crazy fans tonight.
Matt walked by and whispered, "Keep her."
He was so easy. Two home cooked meals and he was in love. I was a goner at the first blowjob but I wouldn't tell him that.
We all pitched in and cleaned up the kitchen. We needed to be at the venue for rehearsal in an hour, and traffic was never predictable.
The rest of the band members were waiting patiently when we walked in ten minutes late. The sound and lighting techs needed a few minutes of my time and I held Angela's sweat slicked hand tightly in mine. I made introductions but her body stayed stiff and alert, her eyes casting furtive glances in all directions. When the techs went to their appropriate places, I whispered in her ear.
"Do I need to take you into a corner and fuck your brains out?"
"That might help." I got my first smile of the day.
"I take it you're horny?"
"I'm beyond horny. I think I'm going to combust."
"Good. Now come and meet the rest of the band."
"I hate you."
"Keep thinking that and relax."
Bringing a woman to rehearsal was a first for me. I could see Stephon and Matt put their protective caps on, and it made me smile.
"Up you go." I lifted her so she sat on top of the speaker and then grabbed a set of unconnected earphones to cover her ears. "It's going to be loud. Save your eardrums."
We checked the sound and acoustics before running through a condensed version of the songs on the playlist. We had most of our show down to a science, though adlib changed things up and made for better entertainment. And we lived to entertain.
Practice went smooth but before leaving the stage, I started a well-known riff knowing the guys would catch on. The song wasn't ours and actually belonged to the Rolling Stones.
I'd never asked Keith Richards about the rumors surrounding the song he wrote, whether it was written about Angie Dickenson, David Bowie's first wife, or Keith's heroin addiction; it made no difference to me. This was me staking claim so my band mates knew Angela was more important than the band bunnies that constantly dogged our steps. The guys took up the beat while I walked over and removed the headphones. They only muffled the sound but I wanted her to know this was me singing to her. I didn't know if she would recognize the changes I put in the lyrics and I didn't care. This was now my song to her and I sang it, watching the tears stream down her face, with every bit of emotion I put into the words.
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