AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter is rated M.
Chapter 16
MAP OF THE PROBLEMATIQUE
2 weeks earlier…
"Goodnight, Beautiful," he whispered, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. As he climbed down he heard her whisper his name.
"Zed..."
"I'm right here."
She breathed out a soft sigh. "...Forever..."
His breath caught as he watched her smile in her sleep. With his heart beating in his throat he leaned down and kissed her gently. "...and after." He took one last look at her peaceful sleeping face before climbing down from her bunk. He grabbed another shirt out of his and made his way to the door of the bus. He stepped out into the cool night air and lit a cigarette as he called Bonzo.
"Finished already?"
"Didn't even start… What was so fucking important?"
"Dude… you might want to meet me at the diner down the street… oh, and I'd start walking soon. The Acey's are heading back towards the bus."
Zed rolled his eyes. "Thanks for the heads up. I'll see you in a few." He hung up and started towards the diner they had gone to earlier that day. Luckily it was a short walk and he avoided running into anyone else. When he walked in, he spotted Bonzo sitting in the last booth against the back wall.
He slid in and nodded his head. "So…."
"Dude. First off… you more than owe me. I think I get a kidney, naming rights to your firstborn, and dibs on ANY girl we see from here on out."
"Was she that bad?"
Bonzo shook his head. "The sex was great… but I mean, it usually is with the crazy ones."
"Well, then what the hell are you talking about?"
"Coffee, Shoog?" a waitress asked, interrupting them.
Zed looked to Bonzo. "Am I going to need it?"
He held up his own cup for a refill. "Oh, yeah..."
Zed turned to the waitress. "I'll guess I'll take a cup as well."
"Oh, and you're buying me food," Bonzo added.
He rolled his eyes. "And two of whatever he's ordering."
"I ordered pancakes, right before you walked in."
"Fine… I'll take pancakes as well."
"Sure thing, Hunny," she said as she walked off to fill their order.
Zed turned back to Bonzo. "Start talking."
"It seems your affinity for a certain white-haired bassist hasn't exactly gone unnoticed."
"What do you mean?"
"Lacey might be acting nice, but the girl has got her claws ready to strike. She is seriously deranged."
"Still not following you on this."
"She knows something is off with 'Casey Jacobs'. She doesn't know exactly what, but she's looking."
"Looking at what?
"Google, Facebook, Instagram, snapchat, vine, tiktok… you name it, she's been searching. The girl might as well have a full conspiracy board laid out in her bunk. Red string, push pins, grainy black and white photos… the works," he laughed.
"This isn't funny..."
"You're right. It's not. Lacey is fucking psychotic. I wish you could have heard half the crazy shit I heard tonight."
"So does she actually know anything?"
"Not yet, but she's paying very close attention to the both of you. Like, concernedly so… I tried to throw her off by suggesting that 'Casey' was secretly sleeping with Bucky."
Zed snorted a humorless laugh. "Hell, I thought that until tonight myself."
"Where do you think I got the idea."
"Here you go, sweethearts. Two pancake platters," the waitress said, sliding their plates in front of them. "You let me know if you need anything else."
"Thank you," Bonzo said smiling up to her and throwing her a wink.
She blushed and walked off.
"Really?" Zed laughed.
"What?"
Zed rolled his eyes and dug into his pancakes. "You were saying… Addie, Bucky..."
"Right, right..." he took a bite of his pancakes before continuing. "So, that seemed to throw her off a little. But, man… she was asking some serious questions."
"Like..."
"Like, why can she not find anything on Casey Jacobs. How can Casey afford so many designer shoes? Why is Bucky always whispering with Casey? Why does Zed always stare at Casey? Why do Zed and Casey have similar tattoos… speaking of which, you guys have other similar tats? How did I not know this?"
"Because I didn't even know it until the other day. He flashed his wrist. "Same quote. We also have Gatsby tatts, and Beatles quotes."
"That's not THAT similar. Hell, everyone has Beatles quotes."
Zed shrugged before smiling.
"What's the grin for?" Bonzo asked with a mouth full of food.
"She's got an Alpha and Omega tattoo. That definitely appeared after we split."
"Religious?"
"Not in the slightest," he laughed. "It was one of our things. Alpha Omega, A and Z, the beginning and the end..."
"Awww… see, there's still hope."
Zed shrugged again, trying to keep his smile from spreading. "She did say she loved me, tonight."
Bonzo froze, fork mid-air. "Really?"
"Well, not in so many words… She said 'forever'… it was another one of our things. 'Forever and after'."
"Dude… this isn't good."
Zed's smile fell. "What do you mean? The girl I've spent the last seven years of my life being in love with might still feel the same… I'm pretty sure that's a good thing."
"Um… Lacey?"
"Fuck her… wait, bad choice of words. My dick is never going anywhere near her ever again."
"You're not listening to me, so I'm going to break this down as simple as I can… Lacey is nutso and obsessed with you. She will actually harm someone who she thinks you are seriously involved with."
Zed arched a brow. "Don't you think that's a little extreme?"
"No. I don't. Like I said, I got a whole earful in that bathroom earlier… not to mention she kept saying that 'Casey' looks familiar, but she just can't place it." Bonzo took another bite of his pancakes. "Any chance you had any photos lying around the apartment when psycho broke in and stayed the weekend?"
Zed shook his head. "No. The only picture I have left is the one in the locket."
Bonzo ran his hands through his hair and sighed. "Dude… I… I hate to even say this… but..." he sighed again. "If Lacey goes nuclear on Addison the band falls apart. Without the Acey's we don't have a tour. Without a tour..."
"We kiss the dream goodbye..." Zed finished, rolling his head back against the booth in frustration.
"Exactly… So… I guess what I'm saying is… maybe you should stay away from her? At least until things cool down with Lacey, or until you're ready to deal with the fallout."
Zed's head snapped back towards him. "But..."
"This isn't just about you anymore. This is all of our futures on the line." He leaned in and lowered his voice. "I know you still love her, and I know this sucks, but..."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Fine."
"Z, I'm sorry..."
Zed stood up and dropped a few bills on the table before walking off.
Two weeks. Two weeks of ignoring her. Two weeks of watching her fake a smile when everyone was around, only to see the facade slip when they were gone. Two weeks of secretly listening to her play piano and sing the most heartbreakingly beautiful songs he had ever heard before every show. It was slowly driving him insane. All he wanted to do was talk to her, comfort her. Well, that was a small lie. He wanted to do a whole hell of a lot more to her, but he'd settle for talking. Today was going to be hell. Her birthday always was. Every year, it was the same feeling of loss and longing. But this year, he had to actually be near her. With a heavy sigh, he sat up in his bunk and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before opening his curtain and jumping down from his bunk.
As he made his way down the hallway towards the back of the bus, he could hear Bucky talking.
"Hey, I'm also giving you all day off tomorrow!"
"The schedule was made before I even joined the tour!"
He smiled when he heard Addison's voice.
"So what do you two have planned for tomorrow?"
That caught his attention. Who was she spending time with? Was it someone she was seeing? He stopped outside the doorway.
"Don't know yet. I just wish she was flying in tonight so we'd have more time."
He let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding when he heard the word 'she' fall from her lips.
"Who?"
They both looked up to find him standing in the doorway.
Bucky stood up and refilled his coffee cup. "Casey's friend Bree is visiting. She's coming in tomorrow. So I expect everyone to be on their best behavior while she is here. Got it!"
He didn't know if he was nervous or excited to see Bree after all these years. She had been one of his best friends, but the last time he saw her wasn't the most pleasant memory. He snapped a salute and moved out of the way as Bucky walked past him to the other end of the bus.
Deafening silence filled the small kitchen. Neither of them willing to break it first. The tension was thick in the air. He watched as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It killed him to see her like this. He took a step towards her, just wanting to pull her into his arms and hold her, apologize for the way he'd been acting. But Bonzo's warning ran through his mind. He turned around and walked back to his bunk.
He did his best to not look in her direction during their band meeting. He kept waiting for Bucky to mention that it was her birthday so he'd have a valid excuse to talk to her, maybe even hug her. But it never came. When the meeting adjourned, they went their separate ways once more.
Avoidance, secret glances, hurt. It was an endless cycle.
He'd picked up on her schedule over the last couple weeks. Show days were always the same. Band meeting, workout, shower. Then she would slip away into the venue by herself for a while before rehearsals began. Today was no different. He made sure no one else was around before quietly following after her.
He made his way through a dark hall backstage, unsure of where exactly he was going. When he heard the first scale of a piano being played he stopped walking. He silently sat down outside the door and listened as she started to play.
"I can't call you a stranger
But I can't call you
I know you
think that I erased you
You may hate me but I can't hate you
And I won't replace you..."
He sighed and rested his head against the wall.
"Tell me how to feel about you now
Tell me how to feel about you now
Oh, let me know
Do I suffocate or let go?
You keep me up with your silence
Take me down with your quiet
Of all the weapons you fight with
Your silence is the most violent..."
She suddenly stopped playing. He could hear the unmistakable sounds of her crying. He couldn't take it anymore. Something had to give. He stood up and walked back outside towards the bus.
"Fear, and panic in the air
I want to be free
From desolation and despair
And I feel like everything I saw
Is being swept away
When I refuse to let you go
I can't get it right
Get it right
Since I met you..." He leaned over and scribbled the lyrics into his notebook before starting to play again.
"Loneliness be over
When will this loneliness be over
Life will flash before my eyes
So scattered almost
I want to touch the other side
And no one thinks they are to blame
Why can't we see
That when we bleed we bleed the same
I can't get it right
Get it right
Since I met you
Loneliness be over
When will this loneliness be over
Loneliness be over
When will this loneliness be over..."
"That has got to be some of the most depressing shit you have ever written," Bonzo said as he sat down on the bench seat next to him. "And that's saying something given the emo bullshit you've been writing lately."
"Bonz… I can't do it."
"What?"
"The whole 'ignoring her' thing. It's driving me out of my fucking mind. I know I'm hurting her!"
Bonzo arched his brow. "… And how do you know that?"
"...I may have been listening to her sing before stage rehearsals lately… The songs she's been writing..." he shook his head and sighed. "They're raw, and emotional, and so fucking good… but the hurt in her voice..."
"Dude…" Bonzo said seriously. "That's some next-level stalker shit, right there… Do I need to start worrying about you like I now worry about Lacey?"
"Shut up." He let out a heavy sigh and set his guitar down. "And worst of all, today's her birthday…"
"No way! Why didn't she say anything this morning during the band meeting?"
Zed shrugged. "I guess for the same reason she's going by Casey? How the hell am I supposed to know? You told me to stay away."
They were both silent for a moment before Bonzo spoke up. "Are you one hundred percent sure she's still in love with you?"
"No… But I know there's something still there. Listening to what she's been writing… Her 'forever' comment in her sleep…" he ran his hands through his hair and sighed again. "Maybe there's still hope."
"Well, what are you going to do about it?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, what's the plan to find out if she is or not?"
Zed gave him an odd look. "How am I supposed to do that if I have to stay away from her?"
Bonzo shrugged. "You're a smart guy, figure it out."
"Are you saying I can talk to her?"
"It's been like what? Two weeks?"
Zed nodded his head.
"Lacey hasn't gone completely off the rails yet… They seem to be getting along… Maybe she gave up the conspiracy theory." He shrugged again. "And quite frankly I'm running out of ways to cheer your moody ass up. I mean, that chick last night was HOT and you were barely going through the motions..."
Zed jumped to his feet and grabbed Bonzo, planting a loud kiss on his lips. "You're the best!"
"Save it for her, man. Just don't get caught," Bonzo laughed. "Now come on, we've got to get into hair and makeup before Eliza kills us."
Zed reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone. "I'll catch up. I need to make a few phone calls first."
Anger coursed through his veins as he watched the bartender move in for a kiss. When he saw her push him away he couldn't help but smile. He was about to walk over towards her when she stood up and jumped onto the bar, grinding her hips and dancing. She grabbed an empty beer bottle off the bar and used it as a microphone as she began to sing. He sat and watched in awe. The spark was back in her eyes as she belted out the lyrics. "That's my girl..." he whispered to himself, unable to tear his eyes away from her.
When the song came to an end, claps and cheers and whistles warmed the room. Zed was on his feet, clapping with the rest of them.
"Thank you guys for coming out. You've been great!" she joked before taking a bow. She jumped off the bar and sat back down.
He watched as the bartender walked off to help a fresh batch of customers. Now was his shot. He took a deep breath and made his way over to her.
Addison took a large sip of her tequila and wiped the sweat off her forehead.
"I thought he'd never leave."
She spun around on the barstool, almost losing her balance. The sight before her made her mouth run dry. She licked the inside of her lip before pulling it between her teeth. "Jealous?"
"Yes," he said matter of factly.
"Good," she turned back around and smiled to herself as she took another sip.
Zed let out a soft laugh and sat down beside her. "I have to say Adds, you are looking particularly delicious this evening."
She rolled her eyes and fought back a smile. "What's wrong Z, run out of willing groupies tonight?"
He shrugged his shoulders and waved to get the bartenders attention.
"I see you've replaced me!" the bartender teased as he walked up to them.
"Hardly," she smiled sweetly. "This would be the ex."
Zed rolled his eyes. "Two more of whatever it is she's been drinking."
"Tequila and perrier with a tequila chaser?"
Zed shook his head. "Same old Addie...Change that to one of those, and I'll take a jack on the rocks."
"What's wrong, Z? Still can't handle tequila?" Addison challenged with a knowing smile.
He bit back a laugh. "Fine… I'll take a shot, too," he looked back to her as she knocked one back. "Actually, I think we're going to need a bottle," he said to the bartender.
The bartender nodded and went to make their drinks.
"Seriously though...shouldn't you be of defacing every flat surface of the tour bus with whatever bleach blonde bimbo flashed her rack at you tonight?" Addison smiled up to him. "You sure looked like you were enjoying the company backstage."
"First off, you of all people should know that I don't need a flat surface," he winked. "And... maybe I thought you shouldn't be alone on your birthday, Gorgeous."
"You remembered?"
He turned to face her and looked into her eyes with a serious expression across his face. "I remember everything about you, Addison."
"Yeah...well, I don't need sympathy company," she snapped turning her head away from him.
He grabbed her face gently and turned her back to him. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."
The bartender returned with their drinks and placed them on the bar in front of them before being hailed by another patron. Zed picked up the shot of tequila. "Happy Birthday...make a wish..." he held it up and toasted. Addison reluctantly picked up her shot and clinked her glass with his before knocking it back in one smooth gulp.
Zed coughed. "Oh, God...Fucking tequila."
She couldn't help but laugh. "I was right...you still can't handle it."
He took a large swig of his Jack Daniels. "Ugh...It still tastes terrible..." He looked over to her and smiled. "But boy does it bring back some memories…."
"Like what?"
Zed scooted closer to her. "You really want to know?"
Addison didn't know if it was the large amount of alcohol she had consumed or his proximity, but her head began to swim. She bit her lip and nodded as she looked up at him through her lashes.
He tucked her long white hair behind her ear and leaned in close. "When I taste tequila….baby, I still see you… sky-high in Colorado, lips pressed against the bottle, screaming 'Baby, I'll never leave you'… I remember how bad I need you when I taste tequila," he sang quietly into her ear.
"Gods are you trouble," Addison whispered as she turned her face to look at him, her nose brushed against his cheek. "You make it hard to hate you."
"Did you make a birthday wish?"
She licked her lips and nodded.
"What'd you wish for?"
"Wouldn't you like to know..." she challenged with an arched brow, pouring out another round of shots and handing him one.
He took it from her and winced as he drank it. "I would… bet I can guess..." He pulled out his phone and wallet. He dropped a few bills down on the bar before grabbing the bottle of tequila and taking a long swig. He stood up and held his hand out for her.
"Where are we…" she suddenly tilted to the left as she stood up. She grabbed his outstretched hand for support. "going?"
"To make your birthday wish come true."
"And how do you know what I wished for?"
He pulled her in close. "So you don't want to be fucked so hard you can't remember your name?" he whispered in her ear before biting down hard. He knew he was taking a risk, but the soft moan she let out as her eyes fluttered closed spurred him on.
"We can't..."
"Why not?"
"You haven't even looked in my direction in weeks..."
"I swear, I didn't have a choice..."
"But you're talking to me now..."
"Because I'm tired of staying away..." He could see her resolve cracking.
"But...but… history? My contract...we already messed that one up..."
"Exactly…what's one more time?" his nose ran along the outside of her ear. "I know how you sound and feel when I'm buried deep inside you, fucking you like there's no tomorrow and you're screaming my name in abandon… I want you, Addison… I fucking need you."
"Fuck it...it's my birthday." She laced her fingers in his hair and pulled him down to her, moaning as his tongue invaded her mouth.
"I swear the only time tequila tastes good is on your tongue," he growled out. "My favorite fucking flavor..."
She bit her lip as he grabbed her hand and began to pull her away from the bar.
"Tough break, buddy," Zed called out to the bartender as they stumbled out the door.
Addison giggled and pulled him in for another sloppy kiss. "Where to?"
"Uber should be here any second." He handed her the bottle, which she opened and chugged, blocking the entire sidewalk.
An older man walking nearby reprimanded her. "You can't drink on the street. It's against the law."
She scowled at him and turned her face to the full moon above her. "Screw your drinking laws, whatever town we're in right now...I'm invincible!"
Zed laughed, swiping the bottle from her and taking a large swig of his own. A little of the liquor spilled from the corner of his mouth. Addison pulled his head down by the ears and licked it up. As she got a whiff of his cologne, her head started to spin faster.
He flashed her favorite smile and recapped the bottle. He took her by the hand and led her to the parked car on the corner that was waiting for them. They tumbled into the backseat, a mess of arms and legs and foggy tequila breath. His hand fell to her boob and squeezed.
She fumbled in the dark until she found his hard cock, stroking him as he attempted to tell the driver their destination. Addison dropped her head into his lap and slid her teeth along his hard length through his jeans. He adjusted in the seat and grabbed a fistful of her snow-white hair, guiding her mouth with expert precision. She suddenly stopped.
"Holy Fuck! Can you turn this up?" she asked the driver as she sat up.
"Big fan of T. Swift?" Zed asked confused as Trouble filled the car.
"It's the first time I've heard it on the radio. I wrote it."
"What?"
"I. Wrote. It."
"Bullshit."
"Nope!"
He pulls out his phone and pulled up the song info.
"Let me guess, you're looking for Addison Donnelly?" she laughed.
"It doesn't say, Meg Jacobs either."
"That's because Meg Jacobs and Addison Donnelly were both signed to Bamm!... Milo Taylor was not..."
He looked again, and sure enough, the writing credit was listed as Milo Taylor. "You swiped my middle name too?"
"It worked with Daddy's."
Zed continued to look, "Damn...you're quite the prolific songwriter."
"What can I say… nobody does heartache like Milo Taylor."
"Why aren't you singing them then?"
"That we're not talking about… In fact, I think I'm done talking." She straddled his lap and pulled him back in for a kiss.
His hands encircled her waist, one of them skimming down the inside of the back of her skirt. Two fingers slide into her from behind.
Addison gasped from the sudden pleasure of his fingers sliding in and out of her. The pressure building fast.
"Jesus Christ, I'm about to come in the back of this car," she moaned into his mouth. She yanked his arm from behind her and shoved one of his slick fingers into his mouth.
He made a show of licking her juices off of him, making her even wetter. "I lied...that...is my favorite fucking flavor."
Addison smiled and bent down to lick his other coated finger, sliding her tongue slowly up the digit until she reached the calloused pad of his middle finger. She pulled on the sensitive tip of his finger, then spiraled up and down the length, dragging a heavy exhale out of him. She maintained a steady vacuum as she licked the underside, looking into his eyes. "Your cock is next," she whispered. "I need to taste you too."
His smile widened. "God, you're wild."
"You know you love it."
"More than you know..."
The car rolled to a stop in a parking lot. "This the place?" the driver asked.
"Sure is, thanks man," he said opening the door and helping Addison out.
"We're at a hotel?"
He flashed her a smile. "I wasn't going to bring you back to the bus… come on, baby." He grabbed her hand and led her through the lobby towards the elevators.
"You already have a room?"
He shrugged and flashed her a smile.
"How'd you know I would say yes?"
"A man can dream..." he winked as the doors opened. He pushed her against the mirrored wall inside, forcing her arms to the glass and holding them tightly. His mouth crashed into hers—raw, starved, intent.
She rallied against him but couldn't budge. Another surge of heat rushed through her. He pressed his hard cock into the cradle of her hips, and she ground against it as his mouth claimed hers in a long, lingering, intense kiss. Addison gave up fighting. What was the point? She licked his bottom lip, and then bit down, moaning as her name became visible.
The doors slid open, and she guided him backward out of the elevator by the balls. "Where to, lover?" With a deep laugh, he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. She squealed and kicked, smacking his ass as they drunkenly made their way down the hall.
He fumbled with the key card for a moment, before the light turned green and he opened the door.
"Finally… a real bed..." she giggled as he tossed her playfully onto the mattress.
He laughed and leaned down kissing her so hard that he was sure he tasted blood. "Happy birthday, beautiful..."
She smiled the most breathtaking smile, making his breath catch. She sat up and wriggled out of her leather jacket, tossing it onto the floor. She unlaced her boots and kicked them aside before she stood up and grabbed the tequila. She downed a long swig, wincing as the burn ignited her throat. She set the liquor on the bedside table. With her back to him, she slowly pulled her shirt up and over her head, losing the dangling bra. She covered her chest coyly with her arms, turning to blow him a kiss. His dick was so hard she could see its outline from across the room. She snatched the bottle up and teased her nipples to attention with the butt end of the glass. Her other hand disappearing down the front of her skirt, as she started to finger herself. She brought her wet finger back up and coated her nipple until it was shiny.
Zed launched himself off the bed and latched on. He bit down on her nipple, teasing the metal bar with his teeth and tongue, driving her to the edge of madness.
Her head tilted up to the ceiling, clutching him harder to her chest. Hot, hurried breath on her already flushed skin. He yanked her skirt down, the snap protesting with a loud pop. She barely got off the next heartbeat before his tongue was on her clit. She sent up a silent thank you that she shaved down there earlier that day. He flicked her hood hard and fast. A pair of fingers getting involved as she hooked a leg around his neck.
"Fuck, I forgot how good you are..." she screamed out.
He flashed her a wicked grin before pulling on her piercing with his teeth. That's all she wrote. She hissed through clenched teeth as an orgasm hit her so hard, she lost her balance. To her surprise, she didn't fall. Zed had been holding her up the whole time. His arms like metal bands wrapped around her thigh and supporting her ass. He refused to stop, despite the climax. She smirked and shoved his head away. He went down on his back with a pleased grin, as she dropped on top of him.
"You wear entirely too many clothes for a drunk, horny woman to deal with..." Belt buckles, buttons, zippers, chains. "Fuck!" But hey, no underwear. That was rather hot. She clawed his clothing down to his ankles. She sat back and admired him in all his glory. A good ten inches. Nice and straight. Perfect. She opened wide and took his dick as deep as her throat would allow, making it to within an inch of his balls, as his body loosened.
"Fuck," he groaned. "I've missed that, so goddamn much..."
She smiled inwardly. Not letting that last inch won't go to waste, she flattened her tongue, which was clamped like a magnet to the underside of his length, and made room. She pushed forward, and her lips met his base. He grabbed her hair, twisting, and jerked. She maintained her position, slowly moving her tongue from side to side under his shaft. He released his breath, and tonsil fucking commenced. With each thrust, she took his cock all the way down. Swivel, suck, devour. Spit and pre-cum leaking from the corners of her mouth.
He looked down and met her eyes. "Fuck," he whimpered.
She pulled back and smiled. "Gladly. But let's have another drink first."
Naked and not afraid to flaunt it, she headed to the bathroom, snagging a towel, and grabbing the tequila on her way back. After smoothing the towel over the plush carpet, she laid down on it and spread her legs. With two fingers, she opened her pussy lips wide and poured in the tequila.
Zed didn't wait for an invitation. She closed her eyes and raked her fingers through his hair as he imbibed. He slurped loudly, purposefully like he wanted her to hear how much he was enjoying her. She tilted her hips to give him a better angle and forced her pussy hard against his mouth. He sucked her clit, ladling tequila from her cunt with his tongue. She was close to her breaking point again. She quickly sat up, needing him inside her.
He lunged for her mouth, pinning her to the floor with his body. His arm flailed beside them. Through their sloppy drunk bites and hisses, he managed to dump the contents of his pockets onto the ground. Addison grabbed a condom and tore it open with her teeth, spitting the wrapper aside. Zed sat up and watched as she rolled the rubber over the head of his cock. He resumed his position on top of her. His weight divine. The tequila bottle empty. The room spinning. She was invincible. She grabbed his latex-sheathed dick and stared into his eyes. "I want you to fuck me until you're ready to come. Then you're gonna pull out, and let me finish the job. You got it?"
He flashed his crooked cocky grin as she stroked a random tattoo. "Birthday girl gets, what the birthday girl wants..."
"Don't you forget it..." She was so wet, that he slid into her easily. "Damn, you feel amazing." She focused on the feeling, the raw sexual power darting between
them. He controlled the thrusts, but she controlled the climax. Just how she liked it.
Zed never broke eye contact as he banged her balls-deep. She ground her hips, pushing her tits against him, squeezing his dick. Her breath raced. His muscles twisted. "Do it, Adds. Come for me. Now."
The smooth mastery in his voice forced her hand. She couldn't hold on any longer. He owned her, and he knew it. She cursed under her breath. It wasn't fair. She didn't want to give up first. She wanted him to submit to her. Her clit succumbed to the pressure. Scales tipped. Reality wobbled. Tequila ruled. The orgasm rocked her from tits to stern, inside and out. Yowls burst from her mouth like a banshee cry. Riding her hard, he wore a triumphant grin as he ushered her orgasm to conclusion.
She pushed him off her onto his back. "Your turn," her voice was like used sandpaper. Sated, but not conquered. She ripped off the condom and put some elbow grease into jerking him off, covering the head of his cock with her hand. He reached up and clamped his thick, straining arms around her thighs and smiled. Hot jizz shot like a busted fire hydrant into the cup of her palm. When the last of his ejac evaced and her knees quit shaking, she laid her cheek on his shoulder. He put on an ovation-worthy performance, but she couldn't have him upstage her. The final power play was hers. She brought her hand to her mouth, opening wide, and swirled her tongue through his cream, sucking down every last drop. His salty cum erupted on her taste buds. She savored his flavor, committing it to memory, and swallowed.
He lifted an appreciative brow. "My wild girl… Happy birthday, Baby..." He smiled softly, before collapsing back down on the carpet.
The swirl of tequila, cum, and dopamine grabbed her by the hair and pulled her under, drowning her. She snatched a deep, full breath and passed out on his chest.
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SONGS USED IN THIS CHAPTER:
-Tell Me How, Paramore
-Map of the Problematique, Muse