Backstage Pass

Backstage Pass

Nicole Ryan

The following is a work of fiction and a product of the author’s imagination. Any semblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. This work contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright laws. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without express written consent from the author.

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The music from the next band swelled around Alexis as she made her way down the smokey hall, her black stilettos
click clacking
as she went, past rooms of people smoking god knows what, and drinking massive amounts of alcohol. Alexis glared into a room that was empty save for one man, wearing black leather pants, and a silver chain around his neck, no shirt. Slowly Alexis sauntered into the room, wearing her black jacket, short cut off denim skirt and crotchless fishnet stockings, her head was warm and fuzzy from the drinks she’d consumed over the evening.

“
Kolby…” She cooed at him, but he didn’t look up. He sat on the corner of the bed looking at a journal he was scribbling in. “Kolby?” She kissed his neck and his pencil stilled for a moment, his hand reaching up to caress her arm before he scrawled the last line.

In this valley of containment we wait
.

She came to stand before him and he splayed his hands across her stomach, before he planted a kiss on the delicate skin below her navel. She closed her eyes as his soft tongue slid down her skin and he gently nipped at her flesh before looking up into her eyes.

Kolby flipped her over, his shaggy blonde hair hanging over his large blue eyes, “Where have you been all my life?” He asked her, smiling and looking her over appreciatively.

“Waiting.”
She said running her fingers along his face.

“What’s your name?”
He asked as if he’d never seen her before.

She giggled, it was like tiny bubbles in champagne
, it touched his soul. “Penny.”

“As in Penny Lane?”
He asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“Maybe.”
Her hand slid down and began to rub the bulge in his pants which grew firmer with each long stroke of her palm.

“No. What’s your name?” He demanded, removing her hands and holding them beside her head on the bed.

“Alexis.” She sighed, and his mouth closed over hers, he mumbled the word like a chant softly placing warm kisses on her lips.

“Alexis waited, waiting for me. Alexis stop, don’t waste your life on me. Alexis wait
… waiting you see, this is what your life will be, if you wait… only waiting for me.” He sang softly to her, and the sound made her sad.

“I don’t care.” She whispered as her clothes melted away.

“You don’t know me.” He said, his beautiful features haunted.

“I know enough.” She was
almost crying now, as she cherished this last moment with him and this little game they played.

Kolby
cupped Alexis’ breast carefully, kneading and molding it to his palm before closing his mouth over it and circling his tongue agonizingly around her nipple. Alexis cried out and arched her back against his face, digging her hands into his hair and pulling his face up to kiss his lips. She devoured his mouth, craving him deeply, but he pulled away and out of her grasp.

He stood before her, his taunt muscles flexing as he undid his thick studded belt and pulled his leather pants off, his cock sprung free, and Alexis reached for him, but he moved away. He lifted an eyebrow at her and his mouth turned into a sly smile, it was aggravating, Alexis wasn’t in any mood to play a game, she wanted his cock, and she wanted it now.

“I wanted to play a song for you.” He said, teasing her.

“But… I…”
Alexis slid off the bed and sank to her knees before Kolby.

He stared down at her as she slid her hand along his shaft and cupped his balls before taking him into her mouth, sucking gently on his thick head while she pumped him with her hand.

“You only want me for my body?” He asked, pulling her head away from him.

Alexis sat back and he moved to get his guitar while he stared at her playfully, h
e was stroking his thick cock with his fist, and a tiny dew droplet was collecting there, Alexis wanted to drag her tongue along his cleft and lick it away.

“Fine.
Play me a song.” She said sitting up, and climbing back onto the bed displaying her breasts for him, his fingertips plucking out a silly folk song about naked women.

Without the amp the guitar was soft, barely audible but it sounded nice as he played, staring at her body his eyes roving over her perfectly shaped tits, down her stomach and along her curvy hips
, he loved her hips most of all, so feminine and beautiful. Slowly, with her own sly smile Alexis parted her knees, as Kolby continued his little song his perfectly straight teeth shone with his smile, he was incredibly sexy and Alexis yearned for him more with each passing second.

Kolby
stood, his erection protruding under his black guitar, and slowly made his way to the bed, placing one knee beside Alexis, and began strumming a slower tune. Alexis curled toward him, her hips arching and begging to be touched, and Kolby slowly tipped the base of his guitar so that the rounded edge was pressing against Alexis’ pussy, it was cold, and smooth and felt delicious as Kolby dipped his head to kiss her.

Alexis ground her hips up, and
Kolby looked down to watch as she slid herself along it’s curving center, the idea of him seeing her do this, what maybe thousands of women wanted to do while he played on stage was intoxicating and she was dripping wet for him, craving him inside of her. She squeezed her breasts and looked at him pleadingly while he continued to play his sultry tune, but intermittently slid his instrument along her aching pussy.

“
Kolby?” She pleaded, her thighs were quivering, and he loved the sight of her spread out before him, vulnerable, willing to do whatever it took to show him she loved him most.

“Alexis.
” He growled.

“Please…” She sighed, as he lowered the neck of his guitar toward her face, and positioned the soft rounded nub against her clit.

Alexis wrapped her hand around the neck of his guitar, the textured strings tingling her fingertips as she slid them down and turned her face in toward them, the metallic scent dancing across her mind as everything else melted and Kolby slid the rounded nub inside her, the curve perfectly rubbing her sweet spot inside.

“Show me you love my
music; show me you love my creation, my passion, everything that I am.”
The only thing that is worthy of love,
he thought.

He watched her ride his axe
, her hand wrapped around it like a stripper climbing up a pole, her other hand thrust deep into her thick hair, her mouth parted in a perfect red O. He watched as she ground her hips, wildly arching her back as he held it firmly over her and caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples. When she came, he removed his guitar carefully and replaced it with his burning cock. Alexis gripped his hips and held her legs wide for him, hungry for every thrust, craving every incredible inch of him. She hooked her ankles behind him and lifted herself, grinding her clit against his pubic bone until spasms rocked through her.

Kolby
flipped her over and shoved himself deep into her, her juices smearing along her inner thighs, making her skin shiny and enticing as he watched himself glide in and out of her perfectly bleached asshole. Brunettes assholes were dainty, perfectly shadowed, hidden and great for men who didn’t like anal, but Kolby did love being able to really
see
the asshole, it wasn’t nearly as appreciated as he thought it should be. He slid his thumb along her tight little hole and grinned when she flinched.

Alexis squirmed before him and he hooked his arm under her waist lifting her hips a little, drilling into her and sending shivers along her spine, his breath tickling the hairs near her ears.
Kolby slid his fingers along her swollen clit and began to flick it back and forth wildly, Alexis legs were quivering and she was almost grunting with her exertion to keep meeting his thrusts, he smiled at her fierce face, her gritted teeth that made her jaw flex.  She was gorgeous, like a wild animal.

When Alexis came around him again he convulsed inside of her, she felt her body responding more to the feeling of his hot cum filling her, and he quickly flipped her over so she was straddling his still hard dick. She smiled down at him and began rocking her hips, the sweet pungent smell of his cum filled the room and made her wild for him, she drug her tongue along his throat and up to his mouth where she captured his lower lip in her teeth.

Kolby dug his hands in Alexis’ hair as he began thrusting his hips harder, and she braced herself on his chest, spreading her knees wide, the tops of her feet resting on top of his thighs. She arched her back to allow him full access to what she wanted him to know was his, and used her feet to propel herself up and down with each of Kolby’s thrusts. Alexis tightened around him, burning for release as she stared into his blue eyes and ground herself against him suddenly, hard and swiftly, urging him on and begging him to make her come for him again.

Kolby
slid his thumb along her clit, and began circling, when Alexis finally came her cum seeped around his cock is slow trickling rivulets, bathing him in her sweet juices, making his short pubic hair damp and soft against her smooth skin. Kolby pulled out of her and lay her across the bed, she watched captivated, as he stroked his thick cock and sprayed his cum out over her beautiful wide hips, along the top of her pussy and on her clit before he pressed his head and smeared it along her silky folds.

Kolby
lay down beside Alexis, and curled her into his body, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I want you to come back with me.”

“You do?” Alexis thought she was dreaming.

“I want you to come back with me.” Kolby said again, and kissed her shoulder, sliding his hand along the swell of her hip and along her silky thigh.

“I want to go back with you too.” She whispered, and smiled widely.

Of all the dreams to come true, of all the nights she’d spent alone, and all the days of travel and patience had led up to this one perfect night, and while it might not be the fairy tale that everyone dreamed of it was her own. This was her poetic man, this was her dream lover, and she was his muse.