ROCK 'N' ROLL
"You interrupted my stretching, Joseph." I tried to be stern, but how could I when we were both naked and I'd just had two orgasms at the hand of him.
"Don't know what you're talking about, Mile, I definately helped you stretch." Joe teased and I flushed and lifted my head off his chest. "Besides, you're lucky I didn't come before the show."
"You did." I teased back, stroking his soft cock once. "And this is only the first day of tour."
"You're gonna milk me dry by last show, aren't you?" I laughed as I got up and moved out from under the table, grabbing my bra and panties.
"Babe, I could jerk you a dozen times and you'd still have more." I pointed out and Joe pulled on his boxers.
"Only for you." He pulled me down into his lap and I giggled. There was a knock on the door and we both went silent, hoping whoever it was would go away.
"Miley, we've gotta get on the bus, get your ass out here." My handler called and I sighed.
"I could think of better places for your ass to be." Joe growled, tapping me lightly when I got off his lap and I shot him a look, quickly grabbing my jeans and top and getting dressed, checking my sex-mussed hair in the mirror.
"Get dressed, I'm coming on that bus with or without you." I teased and Joe mock-glared at me, pulling his jeans on as well.
"Damn straight you'll be coming." He growled. Once we were on the bus - just one for the two of us - I was sitting in my bunk with my guitar, lightly strumming whilst Joe was on the phone with his Mom. He's such a Momma's boy. I got bored and set my guitar down in the bunk next to me and grabbed my I-pod, choosing my rock playlist. I felt one of the earphones get tugged out and I looked up at Joe. "I love when you do rock." He said and I blushed, realising I'd been singing out loud again. One might think that as a singer I'd get tired of it, but I just couldn't stop.
"You always rock me." I teased him and he tugged me out of my bunk and back to the bedroom at the back of the bus.
"Wanna roll?" Joe offered, waggling his eyebrows and I laughed. I pulled Joe down in a kiss and fell back onto the bed, letting him slide the door shut with his foot as he kissed me back. The bus jolted and Joe slipped and his body pressed down against mine a little more.
"Eager." I muttered, feeling his already half-hard dick press against me through our clothes.
"You know you are too." Joe replied, his lips against my neck and his hands tugging at my clothes. The bus jumped again and I took the opportunity to get on top of Joe and I licked my lips as I pulled his shirt off and traced my fingers over his muscles. Joe's fingers swiftly undid my pants and pushed them down a little. I clumsilly tried to help get them off and ended up on my back giggling.
"We're usually much better at stripping." I laughed as Joe tossed my jeans and panties away and started fumbling with his own, but the bus moving kept knocking him off ballance.
"Jesus, is this road all pot-holes?" Joe wondered, finally getting his jeans off and his penis was waiting for my attention.
"It does help the whole rock thing." I said and before I could get my hands on his dick Joe was between my legs and rubbing it slowly up and down my sex, testing my wetness.
"Fuck!" We both groaned when the bus jolted yet again and Joe's dick pushed inside of me, filling me up, his hard cock stretching me and rubbing against all the right places. We rolled again and I was back on top, bouncing kinda uncoordinatedly thannks to the bus.
"So tight." Joe moaned, his hands gripping my hips. He pulled me down and his lips suckled my nipple into his mouth "Fuck, Baby, how are you always so tight?" I gasped at the feeling as his dick rubbed against my clit and my G-spot simultaniously. I rolled us back so Joe was on top, thrusting into me a lot more coordinatedly than I had been.
"Joey." I whined, scratching his back harshly, I'd probably leave marks again, but as long as he didn't take his top off in public for a few days no-one would know. "Deeper, Joey." I demanded and he grunted in response, pushing himself deepr inside me. My legs around his hips, his dick deep inside me, his balls hitting against my ass, my walls squeezed once, tightly, increasingly the sensations.
"I'm close, Des." Joe moaned and I let out a small scream when the bus jumped and Joe lost some of his control, pushing harder into me.
"So close, Joseph." I keened in response right before my breath flew out of me and I felt Joe's sperm fill me at the same time as my orgasm crashed over me, my back arching up to press me closer to Joe and he burried his face in my neck, muffling his moans whilst I could only pant through my orgasm.
An hour later Joe and I were curled together on the messy bed, my guitar in our laps as we sleepilly played an old classic rock song.
"Rock and roll, Des." Joe whispered in my ear.
The end of the saga. I kinda don't like this, I had a different one half written, but I hated that one even more, so you guys are stuck with this one.
Kinda surprised no-one noticed or commented on Joe calling Miley 'Des', it's way obvious. Everyone's always calling her Miles, or Mi or something like; I wanted Joe to have something only he called her; ergo Des, short for Destiny.
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XOXO
Sex, Love, & Rock 'N' Roll!