BETA by Halo140

BURNING EMBERS

DISCLAIMER: Characters used are from the Fifty Shades Trilogy belong to EL James. Characters from the Lithium Springs series belongs to Carmel Rhodes. The plot is highly influenced by "The Rockers" series written by TA Browning. At times I have used some dialogue from the same series.

I own nothing. Enjoy

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CHAPTER NINE: LIPS OF AN ANGEL

Christian

Annie. Ana. Anastasia Wilks. She's beautiful.

The most fascinating thing about Ana is, she chose us. Of all the six billion people on the planet she opted for four idiotic teens which grew into Rockers that worshiped the very seventeen year old orphan. I look at her sometimes and wonder of all the faces I've seen, how did I select this very one. One that was so perfect… a little filthy girl all alone those years ago.

The weeks flew by after we all finally settled down. New purchases were made and an urgent clean up of the tour-bus was high on the agenda. We needed to clean and remove the smell of booze and dirty groupie sex. Starting a fresh for the four of us and now with Ana was important. The guys and I had already agreed that there would be no sex on the bus, and to even hold out on jacking. Only one struggled with this requirement. Elliot. To say he was fighting the urge was an understatement. The withdrawals were as bad as a moody chick PMSing every hour seven days a week. Have I mentioned previously my brother was a dog on heat in his former life… constantly.

It was crucial that Ana wasn't exposed to the bad which comes with rockers, touring and groupies. She had witnessed some serious fucked up shit from a young age possibly all her life. Our lifestyle wasn't going to be another for her to succumb to or accept as the norm. She never had a childhood. Skipped it entirely with her fucked up bitch of a mother. As kids we tried our best but we weren't with her all hours of the day. It was the nights we had to clean her up and be the ones to hold her and love her.

For two months we didn't allow Ana to meet any of the other bands that were touring with us especially Lithium Springs. Honestly we didn't know what to expect to have a teenager living with us on the bus. It wasn't a smooth ride to begin with but finally she has come to realize that we have her best interests at heart and not locking her away like Rapunzel. Sadly we needed to explain the story of Rapunzel to a seventeen year old.

It was a simple summer afternoon in 2013 and Javi Ramos decided to break our strict code of no entry on the Burning Embers tour bus. Like most other bands members we were touring with, they were intrigued and fascinated that we had a teenager locked up in our bus. Most importantly a female. In true fashion most of the guys would get sidetracked with sound-checks, rehearsals and thankfully groupies. But no, not the bass player of Lithium Springs he was determined to ensure Annie Wilks wasn't a mythical being like the Phoenix.

"So this is the little Annie." His eyes looked her up and down. "Jees guys you've been holding out, she's a total babe." Javi announced to the bus while Annie was standing right next to him. It didn't bother him at all. And of course his face was covered with one of his shitty grins that I knew got him laid on a daily basis.

My emotions were confused and jumbled. I felt like the over protective dad, worrisome big brother and jealous lover all in one. To say Javi was excited was obvious but alarm bells were ringing in my head giving me this constant migraine. I gritted my teeth as he hugged her close, like she was another one of his groupies.

Fucker!

"Javi, she's seventeen so step away from the so called underage goods. You are not a lion preparing for the kill ok. No more touching… Also to make it clear no looking either." I spat.

"Someone is going to be a fucking hottie when she's legal." Javi laughed out. Does he really think that Ana would want to be around someone like him. Ultimately full dicky asshole material.

It was like Javi tried to tell me that she was beautiful for the first time. My hands fisted at my sides. Fuck, I know I have to wallow at her beauty every day knowing she's the most exquisite woman and she's off limits.

"Excuse me?" Annie fought back. "I'm no fucking object. Fuck off Javi. What is wrong with you all, I can look out for myself. I'm not four anymore. I'm seventeen." She had no idea how gorgeous she truly was and she was almost a danger to herself.

With a few weeks of solid sleep, nutritious meals and able to polish herself clean the transformation was remarkable. Her mane grew, new colors emerged for the first time, nutty chocolates and syrup like caramel candies. She had vanilla body products and the scent would consume our bus we never complained it was a reverie. Her delicate skin finally free from bruising and the scars were beginning to fade. The day she wore makeup for the first time a hint of mascara, a little winged liner and a touch of blush pink on her lips. She was turning into this mythical being. The perfect woman. The lips of an angel.

Thankfully Annie didn't knock Javi out… eventually she put him in the category as the rest of us: friend but never one of her guys. She was comfortable with him as she was with any of us. It was funny how she teased the bass player at times. I even found myself laughing at the jokes and taunts. On the opposite of the spectrum of course there were times I couldn't stand to be in same room with Javi and Ana. I felt a little demoted and inadequate as a virile male rocker.

That's when I realized she was going to be eighteen and I'm twenty-eight myself. I have no hope, I'm an old man to the emerging goddess. If I were to see a therapist I'm sure they would tell me to move on from this false sense of hope with the young woman.

Maybe it was time to move on, it's a bitter pill to say but settle down. For fuck sakes most people are married by my age and have a kid on the side. Me I've been pining over a girl who only wants me to love her as a friend.

…..

Touring has been a change of pace with Lithium Springs. Much slower, the crowds are more for LS which is nice being on the back burner for once. Unfortunately only Javi spends time with us. I would like to get to know the other's, Ryder and CT but they seem to be always occupied as Javi puts it bluntly. Javi on the other hand is always a lost little puppy every time he steps foot on our bus. The words Come On, Just Fuck Me practically are tattooed over his face every visit. If Elliot only swung that way we wouldn't have the problem with Javi getting close to Annie.

It was by chance that a copper haired woman would follow him every time on to the Burning Embers bus. Lizzie she preferred to be called and it was undeniable she had a thing for Javi. He was utterly oblivious to her advances when Annie was within his cocks proximity. The epiphany hit me hard watching this dazzling woman. I've been with plenty of chicks, fucking them has never been the least of my issues it was rather the relationship side of things I never wanted to take further, because of one girl. Ana. So maybe it was time?

That's when a night after arguing to Annie about Javi being close, actually incredibly close to her I ended up leaving the bus locked hand-in-hand with the delectable Miss Lizzie Thayer. The part I wasn't expecting was fifteen minutes later fucking her edgeways against Lithium Springs tour bus. It wasn't intended, and completely unplanned. I don't know how it happened? Some how we were talking about kittens, bunnies, fuck something fluffy and the next thing I knew my cock was slipping in and out of her luscious garden of bronze curls.

For once it was nice to talk to someone without the fucked up baggage. It was simple and helped she was closer to my age. Have I mention her smile was to die for. But why did it feel like I was cheating every single time I was with her?

Other than our fast entry in-and-out, Lizzie and I slowed to an enjoyable pace. The night turned into thirteen days as we were getting to know one another. I still didn't feel comfortable mentioning the majority of my past but she got the idea. It was fucked up and time to move on. On our fourteenth day it was official when Luke caught Lizzie pumping me at the back of the bus. I thought we would have had more time but shit happens.

"What the fuck man! Umm. You've broken the rule… shit I need to leave, like now." Luke mumbled as he hurried out of the bus.

"We… ahhh" I was confused and powerless to speak to my babe. I had no idea if she had noticed the untimely entry of Luke. She didn't ease up and my head tilted back on the couch as all thoughts of Luke slowly faded away "Oh God babe… this is good." My hips bucked but her hand counter and push them back into the seat. Lizzie continued to grip my base squeezing it by suffocating my cock of his blood supply. She didn't lessen my pleasure either, rather her pace increased. It was divine, heaven. The moment I decided to catch a glimpse she licked her moist lips and her eyes said it all she wanted to devour my cock. But with all these sensations I felt overwhelmed that Luke was running to tattletale specifically to Ana.

"Babe." I panted as she twisted and pulled my dick while stroking my balls with her long nails. She was good and much more talented that the endless list of women I had fucked prior. Her hand and mouth skills were on par for an A+ grade. "Babe… we need to stop." As the words left my lips hers were around my velvet cock. It's veins had been throbbing for the wet touch of her lips but it was the back of her throat that pleased me well.

All it took was a combined twist of my balls, rub of my perineum and vacuum seal down Lizzie's throat. Seven seconds. The best seven seconds of my life. Damn she's good. Fucking the best.

"Babe that was unbelievable." It was when I opened my eyes, I tried my best to hold in the laughter. I know women are sensitive creatures. I see it constantly with Ana so I didn't want to hurt her feelings since she had achieved the best blow job ever. But there she was, my girlfriend on her knees looking at me horrified with cum dribbling out of her nose.

"I'm so sorry. I'll go get you a towel." I tucked my flaccid cock in my jeans and found the small hand towel from the bathroom.

…..

It felt like a matter of minutes the whole band and Lithium Springs knew about our relationship. Everyone was supportive but I made it clear to the guys and Lizzie I don't want Ana to know. For one she doesn't deserve to find out this way. I need to tell her face to face with no one else.

It was easier said than done. A week past and I couldn't bring myself to tell her.

Shy off two months from her eighteenth birthday, none of us could deal with how gorgeous Ana was. I couldn't cope, all I knew was, I needed to tell her I was in a relationship with someone. Lizzie. But I couldn't. Every time I saw those deep blue eyes I was lost in them. The guys were coming out of the woodwork trying to get noticed by her, Ana the utterly gorgeous seventeen year old. All I could see were these grown men jacking to the angel face of Ana. Of course, she didn't submit to these men. She was totally immune to any attention, good or bad. That didn't mean I stopped stressing or thinking about her.

Have I mentioned that I'm twenty-eight and absolutely petrified telling a seventeen year old I'm in a committed relationship.

Fuck I need to tell her.

I was slowly going out of my mind. I was fighting my feelings over Ana. Instead they had only grown stronger with each passing week. The worst thing about it all I had Lizzie acting upon these feelings so I could have some kind of release. I was a sick fucker. I hated myself in almost every way because I was feeling things that I had no business too. Affection for the girl who was once my Baby Girl.

Lizzie and I officially started spending nights together, always away from Ana's eyes and ears so therefore out of mind. This was the turning point when the down fall began. Deep down I think Lizzie knew I was sharing my feelings with someone other than hers.

It came out one night that I told her I had strong feelings for someone, but someone I could never be with. She was actually satisfied with my answer and it surprised me for the most part and then began to worried me. It wasn't normal for your girlfriend do to that? Right?

The struggle was real, to be close to Ana, but the alternative was to give up the friendship. This was never going to happen, it would destroy me, my band mates and ultimately Burning Embers. So Lizzie curbed my needs to hide my sick wants.

It was clear my songwriting was being affected and that night I wrote -

Baby Girl, why are you talking so late?

It's kinda hard to talk right now

Baby Girl, why are you worried, is everything okay?

I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud

I think to myself my babe's in the next room

Baby girl I wish it were you

I guess I never really moved on

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words - it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye

But, girl, you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

*HINDER- Lips of an Angel (excerpt and some lyrics changed)

I just hope when she hits eighteen things will settle down.

…..

"Babe." I patted my lap encouraging her to sit. My smile was fake, showing a little to much teeth. Fuck I'll try and make anything work today.

I was far from hard. Flaccid was the reality. Lizzie and I were lacking, losing our connection. I'm a cuddlier and need touch, Lizzie she's more… well a horny bitch. The past week has been stressful with an extra three sell out shows, I swear she was on her period or something. We haven't slept together for the last five nights and it's been close to a week since we have had sex. I'm second guessing everything, as my head has been awash of many things such as an up coming birthday. Am I an asshole? Most would mind but if Lizzie knew, I'm sure it would be a yes.

These three months have been an eternity. If it wasn't for the sleeping, touching and sex shit we would have been over before it even started. I think our full time horn was on the cusp of blowing. I can't deny it. Lizzie is an attractive woman. Long waves of auburn copper locks, slender flawless skin, pristine fashion sense of dresses and skirts, makeup like a model. But were these the things I desired? Actually, no. I thought that's what I wanted but I was so wrong. I desire simple, not forced and natural of all things.

Lizzie rarely speaks about her previous relationships short or long, there's this voice in the back of my head sensing there were many. She's experienced and knows every trick of the trade to get her guy off. It's not normal? Two separate people in a relationship. I believed relationships should have a connection. You feel like one being, one soul, and one love. Then again what the fuck would I know, my parent's never loved. My step-dad was an abusing douche and I've never been in a relationship until this year. Twenty-eight. Fuck this is shit and so messed up.

The tipping point in any relationship would be when the smells change. I'm not talking about armpit odor or vomit, I'm enunciating when your partner smells like someone else. It's only subtle but no matter how much perfume and body spray she pours on herself, any man myself included can identify the smell of jizz and that aint mine. She's clean. I've inspected but I can smell something else and can't put my finger on it. It's been turning me off. So it's obvious she's been cheating, but in a way our whole relationship I have too.

One thing the sex has been great. Not mind shattering but the blow jobs are out of this world. Can a guy live on blow jobs? I don't think so, you know God created two hands for us for that very reason to get ourselves off and we do a pretty fine job at it, not a chicks mouth. So in the last three weeks I think every time it's become more to get the each other off. I could count on my right hand how many times we came together… during the whole relationship. Four times. Ah, Relationship. No, this wasn't a relationship, it was a convenience like a u-turn sign on a traffic banked street and I'm fucking speeding away. It was fun but maybe relationships aren't meant for me.

"Woah…" I moaned and there we were.

Back to our old ways, Lizzie on her knees unzipping my fly. She grabbed my limp dick and tried her best to make it hard. It was obvious she was frustrated because all her usual tricks weren't working. Still Lizzie was persistent and didn't give up. Her head was in my crotch trying and trying. I'm sure my face said it all. The strain, flicking it back. Maybe I should call it off? You know end it, before it goes any further.

"Relax baby." She panted breathing on my jelly dick. "It's going to be unbelievable." I could feel her smile on my wobbling limb.

I wouldn't be surprised if she was throbbing for sex right this instant. But that ship has sailed.

I tried. Which any guy in their sane mind would… you know a quickie BJ but there was nothing. My dick was flatline.

Instantly I was granite as my thoughts turned to my Baby Girl.

"Now don't tell the others what I did tonight they would have my balls!" The familiar voice of Ethan filled my ears.

SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!

Lizzie didn't ease up, but my cock grew harder with the thought Ana maybe on her way. This is so fucked up! God fucking punish me please! Make my dick fall off or something. Please man!

"Psst, babe… ohh God." And the suction started. I swear my balls jumped into my stomach, it felt so good but sickly at the same time.

"Holly fucking shit! Chris—" Ethan in shock dropped his two shopping bags on the floor of the bus and his hands covered his eyes. All I could do was roll my head back and basked in the unwanted pleasure happening on my cock. "What the fuck are you doing… with your girlfriend?" There was definitely someone else with him but they turned around and left instantly.

"Babe stop… STOP… I don't want to—" There she went using her tricks and I came in ten flat. My head flicked back in a conflicted sensation of bliss and guilt. "Eth… it's not what it —"

"Shut the fuck up man, here you say we can't have sex on the bus, and there's your girlfriend vacuuming your cock. What is this the second time you've been caught, how many times? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Ethan yelled and let it all go. Strangely he kept looking at the bus door. Something must be up because he was rubbing his brow.

"Lizzie, go… fucking go." I pushed her off me, and shove my very limp dick into my jeans. "I can't do this anymore…It's over it's done. And say hi to the guy you are actually fucking." She gasped but smirked.

Fucking slut! What a whore!

"Oh." And she scrambled on the Burning Embers bus.

Trying to break the awkward silence, no words came out. How do I tell my best-friend. Oh yeah bro, totally fucked up there. So I counted. The higher I got Ethan didn't budge and it was time to ease the tension on the bus.

"So what's in the bags?" Ethan stood there conflicted. Me on the other hand, I felt like shit.

"Stuff."

"Who were you talking to?"

"Um… Luke. Yeah it was Luke. He said he needed to see a chick or someone?"

"Typical." I laughed under my breath, it's always someone he's running to.

"Yeah… typical." and Ethan laughed, unmoving almost stiff. It was fucking odd.

AN:

LIPS OF AN ANGEL - Hinder 2005. I changed a few lyrics in the chapter. Please take five minutes of your time and listen to the song. Found here - youtube dot com /watch?v=Yii2rM2gvJU

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