“You ready for breakfast?”
I murmured, “Coffee!”
“It should be ready.” With a grin, he pulled himself out of bed.
Bringing two paper cups back to the bed, he handed me one and cringed over the other one, “I can never get used to hotel coffee.”
I laughed but agreed as I sipped mine. He turned the TV on as he drank his before asking, “You still like omelets, right?”
Nodding, I asked him why and he motioned toward the door, “Joe’s bringing a cart back with a variety but I told him to make sure there was an omelet.”
“Thank you!”
“Want me to add some sausage to that omelet?”
I rolled my eyes, “I was going to surprise you but you were on your stomach!”
“Tickle my fucking balls, Baby… what the hell?”
I laughed and stroked him through the sheet, “When is Joe suppose to arrive with that?”
No sooner than I spoke the last word, a knock sounded. Blake made a face, “Shit!”
I quickly pulled the sheet around me as he barked, “Enter!”
Joe wheeled it in and, with a quick salute, spun around and left. Glancing at Blake, I cringed, “I hope he didn’t hear us.”
He laughed, “You know how hotel rooms are… paper thin walls.”
My face reddened as peeked at the cart. There were pancakes, omelets, bacon, and hash browns amongst pastries and fruit glazes. My jaw dropped, “We’ll never be able to eat all this!”
He grinned, “Who the fuck said we would be eating it all?”
I grinned, “Damn, you’re kinky!”
“You wouldn’t know kinky if it bit you on the…”
I ran a finger through some blueberry glaze, bringing it to my tongue. His hand shot out and shoved it in my face while that dark laugh rang through the air. My screech of anger made him tackle me. He immediately scooped some blueberry glaze out and held it over my face.
I grated out, “I was going to suck that off your cock!”
He smeared it down my chest, “You like strawberries, right?”
My hand slapped into the glaze and I wiped it on his chest. He grinned, “Now lick it off, Baby!”
He rolled, placing me on top so I scooped more strawberry glaze, and crawled down his body. Smearing it over him, I dragged my tongue over his shaft and smacked my lips. He grinned but shoved my face down on him, laughing wickedly when my teeth nipped him.
“Ah…yeah. Bite it. Go ahead. I’ll show you who bites harder!”
I wiped the red glaze, smearing it in the process, as I licked his cock again. Both of us jumped a mile when the door flew open. The drummer froze, his mouth hanging open, before he cursed and quickly fled. Blake roared as I stared, slack-jawed, at the door and then at him.
Taking advantage of my expression, he pushed my face down on him again. My temper flared immediately.
Slapping the bed, I growled, “Stop it!”
“Ooooh. Let’s get you all pissed off.”
I grabbed his cock in an attempt to collapse him into an aroused zone. His fingers immediately flew into my hair, “Need some help there, Baby? I remember you liked when I forcefully fucked your throat.”
My moan gave me away. Ignoring the stickiness, I breathed in the cloying sweetness mingling with his male aroma and rubbed my wetness along his leg.
He hissed in breath, “Ah, yeah. Smear that pussy on my leg.”
I whimpered around him as his hand tightened in my hair, pushing my head down harder onto him. Taking a breath, I let him bounce my head over his cock while lathering his shaft with my tongue.
My staccato moans grew louder as I rubbed his leg, driving my ache higher. I smeared glaze along with my saliva over his balls before he rolled, capturing me under him and placing his shin directly over my clit.
He fucked my throat with his fist buried within my hair, never breaking eye contact and always tweaking my clit under his leg. My nails raked his ass as my back arched at his controlling stance, unbelievably getting off in my submissive pose. He finally slowed so I could suck him long and hard, writhing while tasting him along with the glaze.
He watched me with a little knowing grin as if he knew exactly how his powerful stance drove me crazy. When my breathing grew erratic and I couldn’t quit squirming under him in desire, he buried his bulbous head in my throat as his shaft swelled. I relaxed my throat, taking him deep within before swallowing repeatedly around him. Never taking my eyes off his, I watched his face twist and the muscles bunch in his neck as he exploded.
He pulled out, pumped his cock in his hand, and-knowing this drove me wild-granted me a cum-shot right in the face. I writhed under him, crying out as I clawed the sheets. Staring at me with a heated grin on his face, he shook his head, “God damn, Baby, you are something else. I could fuck you all day!”
He tossed me a towel so I could wipe my face off before licking his way down my body and driving my hips off the bed when he sucked my clit. He ran stubble over it while grinning, “Want me to pluck that taint?”
Another thing which he knew drove me crazy was his penchant for raunchy talk. Without a word, fingers drove inside to fuck me while he raked his chin and tongue over my clit. He pushed my legs wide with his feet, bracing them apart with his arms, and watched as I panted and trembled under him.
“Don’t cum yet.”
As he spoke, his fingers stilled and he moved away from my clit; leaving me hanging on the edge. I desperately cried his name but he didn’t move an inch until he finally said, “Now, Baby, cum for me!”
He pinched my taint as his tongue flicked my clit, sending my trembling hips curling and bucking into his face in climax. His fingers pumped into me, amplifying my orgasm until my pussy was queefing around his fingers. He nipped my stomach on his way to my nipples, raking stubble over both while he finger-fucked me into a fit of begging.
Still rock-hard, he drove inside and roughly pumped into me until I was a boneless worshipful mess beneath him. Lifting me to him, he breathed words of love into my neck as I weakly nuzzled into him. I raked my face over his, telling him I loved him for the first time since I’d been there.
We sank onto the sticky sheets. He rubbed his cheek over mine, “We better shower before the judge arrives.”
I froze, “What!?!”
He laughed out, “Supposed to be here any minute.”
I shrieked, slapping his back but he laughed harder while lifting me off the bed, “Don’t start something that we don’t have time to finish!”
My frustrated cry made him laugh harder as he set me on my feet. Both of us were covered in sticky blue and red glaze, as if the fourth of July had exploded on us, but he took the time to cover both the beds with the unscathed bedspreads.
He pointed toward the shower, “Jump in while I tell Joe to look out for the judge.”
He pulled a robe on and left me with my jaw hanging open before I rushed into the shower. Less than two minutes later, he joined me with a grin, “Joe’s eating your omelet.”
“So what. I’m not getting pissed about it.”
His grin widened, “He heard us.”
My hands shot in my hair as I cringed. He laughed and shook his head under the spray while saying, “So did the rest of the band.”
“I can’t believe you! Trying to piss me off while Joe’s in our room!”
He shrugged, “I’d fuck you in here.”
I clenched my teeth but giggled when a wild look shot over his face, “You’re insatiable!”
“Only around you, Baby.”
We quickly finished and exited with our inside-out red and blue smeared robes to find the judge, the band, and Joe waiting in our bedroom. The band had stripped the sheet off the bed and fashioned it into what looked like a silly bouquet.
I turned beet red from head to toe and tried to back into the restroom but Blake caught me. He was laughing so hard that the entire band’s jaws hung slack along with Joe’s.