Rubbed Raw (32 page)

“Sorry,” he whispered and ran his hand down my side. “I missed you.” I knew he was writhing with jealousy inside, but was trying not to relay it.

I kissed his lips. “I love you. Chad just needed that to get through the rest of the day. He’s still my best friend, no matter what.”

“I know.” He exhaled loudly. “I just got a weird feeling when you saw him this morning. Like you guys have a secret again.”

I leaned my head on his shoulder. Then I closed my eyes, praying that he didn’t figure it out, and I wasn’t pregnant.

He hugged me. “The painkillers didn’t help much, huh?” When I shrugged, he went on, “I’m sorry, my love. I was kinda lost in it. If it helps any, my dick’s killing me.” He quietly laughed. “I think we went too far.” I ran a hand lovingly over his crotch and he cringed. “Don’t.”

I kissed his lips. “We did go too far. I was bleeding.”

“OK, I’ll tone it down.” Then he groaned. “My neck hurts, too. I fell asleep on top of you, didn’t I?”

I smiled, “Yep.” Then I slid off his lap and stood behind him. I pushed my thumbs into the back of his neck and massaged it. “I love you, Giovanni.”

He moaned with relief then replied, “I’ll love you forever.”

Saturday evening, I was in the shower while Giovanni and Rosario were cleaning up from dinner. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened then urine was splashing in the toilet. I had gotten used to it by then, with three of us and one bathroom, so ignored it.

I jumped when hands grabbed my waist, from behind. I froze and hoped it wasn’t Rosario. Then, I felt a hard cock between my thighs. My breathing sped up.
Why isn’t he saying anything? And why can’t I talk?

Quickly, he thrust into me. I closed my eyes; terrified Giovanni would walk in and blame me. I felt tears well up as he drove in and out of me slowly.

“Don’t do this, please,” I finally begged him.

His hand moved to my shoulder. “Why not? Did I hurt you?” It was Giovanni.

“No.” I sighed with relief. “I was afraid you were your brother.”

He started pushing much harder. “You wanna fuck my brother?”

“Ew, no! I was just worried he still wanted me.”

Giovanni ran a hand through my hair. “I know most of the guys want you… Well, maybe not Dominic. I bet he does a lot of groupies, though.” He leaned his body against me and whispered, “But you still want Tommy. I see it every time you look at him.” We both moaned as he withdrew pretty far and shoved back into me.

“One of my fantasies is telling someone else what they can do to you.”

I just groaned.

“When are you gonna tie me up?”

I sighed, trying to enjoy his lovemaking, but distracted by so much talking. “When you least expect it.”

He pulled my hips back a bit. Then he took my hands in his and put them against the wall. His next thrust made me moan again. I closed my eyes and concentrated on Giovanni’s cock going in and out of my pussy.

He started to grind into me at the end of each thrust. I loved that. After just a few strokes like that, my hands balled into fists as pleasure started to build. I moaned, as it got stronger.

“Giovanni…” I called to him, begging for release. “Giovanni… oh… oh…” He sped up. “Oh God… Giovanni… oh yeah… oh yes… oh… oh God… Oh shit!” I screamed when my insides exploded. I cried out again while spasms kept hitting me like waves.

Then when my body relaxed, Giovanni pulled out.

“What’s wrong?”

He leaned over me, breathless. “I wanna go up your ass. Can I try, please?”

“Um,” I was afraid, but knew that was another fantasy of his. “Be gentle.”

He slid his cock over my tight hole a few times, wetting it. Then he pushed in a little. I closed my eyes, holding in a scream of pain. It hurt so much more than with Tommy. He pressed in a little more and tears started to fall. I felt him pull out a bit then he thrust in more.

“Damn, that’s tight.”

I started crying, silently; trying to just grin and bear it. He withdrew again and pushed in even more. I clenched my fists harder with the agony. My tears were falling faster, and I couldn’t help but sniffle.

“God, this feels
so
good,” he whispered after moaning with a shallow stroke. “I’m gonna cum fast.”

Then he drove in a little harder, and I cried out, loudly.

He pulled out fast and turned me around. As soon as our eyes met, he hugged me. “I’m sorry.” He kissed my forehead. “I didn’t hear you crying. Why didn’t you tell me it was so bad?”

“You liked it.” I sniffled, while shaking from the slight, lingering pain.

He caressed my skin. “But you didn’t. That’s not fair.” I heard him strip off a condom.

After I relaxed again, he lifted me up and put my back on the wall. Then he kissed my lips and my tears. “I love you. I’m sorry.”

I looked at him. “I love you, too.” Then I lifted my legs up a bit more.

He held my thighs tight and thrust into my pussy again. I loved how he felt without a condom. He moaned, obviously liking that feeling also. It took him seconds to get into a fast rhythm.

“I… love… you,” I called to him. “Oh... Oh God…” His hips moved faster and slammed into me harder.

“Can I cum in you?”

“No… please… don’t.”

“Oh damn… Crystal… I… oh!”

I closed my eyes as he pushed even harder. “That’s it… just… uh… Giovanni!” I clutched his shoulders harder while my insides tensed and quaked.

Then he clutched my hips. “Fuck!” He shouted and pulled out. I watched his expression change several times, as he moaned and urged semen onto the shower floor with his hand.

“You’re making us late,” we heard Rosario say from inside the room.

Giovanni looked up at me. “I’m loving my girlfriend. Go help them pack up if you’re that concerned.”

“Just hurry up, bro. You know how Chad gets.”

As soon as we were ready, we hustled across the street. We were almost twenty minutes late. Everything was already done, and the guys were standing around waiting for us. Chad had his arms folded and looked pissed.

“Sorry, man,” Giovanni said as soon as we were close enough.

Phil snickered. “What were you doing, fucking her again?”

Chad shot him a nasty look. “Can we just go? I don’t care why you’re late.”

Once at the club, we found that Main Street was just finishing their set. As Jason passed us carrying his guitar case, I grabbed his arm. “Jason.”

“Hi, Crystal,” he smiled broadly. “Glad you guys got back together, although we headlined more while you were, uh, on hiatus. How you been?” He had a slight southern accent, which I loved. It screamed “Virginia.”

“Good. Things are back to normal, mostly. Rosario’s here tonight too.”

“Cool. Maybe I’ll stick around. Are they gonna sing together?”

“Yeah.”

Giovanni squeezed my hand and gave me a kiss. “I’m gonna help Phil.”

“Uh, Jason, I was wondering if you wanted me to put a word in for you with Jon Harris.”

“You mean about a record deal or something? Damn, is that why he’s here? Scouting?”

I sighed. “No. The Gasoline guys are friends of ours, mostly.”

“Well, that’d be cool, but I actually got a call from a record company we contacted, so I wanna see how that goes first. OK?”

His drummer, Darren, put a hand on his shoulder. “They want us back next Friday.”

“Hell yes!” Jason smiled widely. “We may be following in your footsteps soon enough, Crystal.”

Chad came to me. “Baby, we gotta talk, hey, Jason.” He pulled me to a back room and whispered nervously, “Did you get your period yet?” He held me close to him.

I looked up at him. “It’s only been four days. I have no idea if I’m pregnant yet.”

“But, you’ll tell me as soon as you know, right?” He sounded more worried than I was.

“You’ll be the first to know, well the only. No one else can know, seriously.”

His hand slowly moved to my abdomen. I felt him trace my newest tattoo that was around my belly button. “If you’re having my baby, he’ll make these butterflies stretch out.”

“You know that’s why Giovanni wanted me to get it.”

He sighed. “Yeah, but I’m talking about my kid doing it.”

I put my head on his chest feeling a bit overwhelmed with the possibility.

“I’m sorry, really.” He squeezed me. “You can count on me, I swear, baby.” Then he suddenly leaned down and kissed my lips.

“Chad, cut the shit!” Giovanni said from behind me.

Chad looked up. “I’m so sorry.” He let me go, quickly. “I was just… she… It won’t happen again.”

“The only way you’re gonna have her again is if I’m dead, got it?”

I looked up at Giovanni, suddenly feeling a stabbing pain in my heart. “Please don’t say that.”

“Why? I’m not giving you up while I’m alive. So it’s the truth.”

Suddenly tears started to fall down my cheeks. “Please, don’t say that.”

“Baby, he didn’t mean…”

“Chad, can you go? We need to talk.” When we were alone Giovanni took my face in his hands and kissed my lips softly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Please don’t talk that way. I don’t wanna lose you.”

“I know. It’s just a guy thing, OK?” He slid his hands over my body. “I love you so much. I’ll do anything for you.” Suddenly his hands were up my skirt. “Anything,” he whispered as he pulled my panties down. Then he sat me on a table and took them off me completely before putting them in his pocket.

I looked up at him, just as he leaned in to kiss me. “I love you too,” I softly told him as our lips met again and again.

He spread my legs open and got closer. “I want you so bad,” he whispered as his lips brushed my neck.

“Time to go on, guys,” Phil informed us. “Fuck later.”

Giovanni and I both groaned. Then he helped me down and led me to the stage. He smacked my ass as I walked up the stairs, but then walked away.

I watched him go to Tommy, who was sitting with Dominic, Jon, Dean and a bunch of girls. He handed him my panties then leaned down and said something in his ear. Tommy smiled widely and looked up at me.

“He said yeah,” Giovanni quietly told me as soon as he came back to me.

I turned around to ask him, “Yeah to what,” but he was already behind his drum set. I just shrugged my shoulders and looked at Rosario and Chris who seemed ready.

Giovanni started us off, and the confusion was forgotten. Rosario jumped around, and Chris wooed all the girls by looking into their eyes as he sang. The crowd cheered for them both. They were so different, yet still had so much in common.

Next, we wanted to do “Leatherneck.” That was Rosario’s favorite. Chad jumped down and pulled Dominic and Tommy up on the stage. Tommy winked at me as he donned my extra bass.

“You’re gonna love this,” Chris said into the mic.

Then I started playing. As soon as Tommy came in, I looked up at him. He was as close to me as he could be, our basses almost touching, face to face. I glanced at Giovanni who was smiling. They had something planned, obviously.

I really liked playing with Tommy. It was different to have a second bass line in a song, and looking at him so much was just as good. Dominic rolled his eyes and shook his head when I glanced at him.

By the time Chris started singing, the crowd was cheering again. Then Rosario jumped up and shouted his part. It turned out even better than when we recorded it. The whole audience seemed to be into it.

Every song that night had the same enthusiasm. It seemed as if Rosario’s energy was contagious. I couldn’t remember a show that was as much fun or went as fast as that one did.

When we did “Nothing Else Like It,” which was about having multiple girls at the same time, Chris and Rosario both pulled several girls onto the stage and sang to them. Rosario took off his shirt, which encouraged them to put their hands all over him. He winked at Chris who shed his as well. I just laughed as they were enjoying hands roaming all over them.

At the end of the song, most of the girls had gotten down from the stage. Only one remained, and she had her hand in Rosario’s pants while he whispered to her. Suddenly he said, “We’ll be back.” In a flash, they were gone.

Chris and I looked at each other. He bent down and whispered in my ear, “He could get a nun to fuck him. I wish I was that good.”

We did three more songs before Rosario came back with a smirk on his face. As soon as the music died, he shouted into his mic, “Any more takers? I can go all night.” Several girls screamed and a few waved their hands in the air. “Wait for me after. I’ll make it worth your while.” He flexed his arms, getting catcalls and squeals in return.

I rolled my eyes, shocked he was so bold. Then again, he was always like that, so why was I surprised? I watched him lean over and kiss a few girls who were in front of the stage.

“OK, lover boy, we have to get on with the music.” Chris said into his microphone, “How about we do, “One Is Never Enough?” That’s appropriate.”

I shook my head. It was a song Chris wrote about needing to have more than one steady girl.

“Hell yes!” Rosario cried out. “I’m definitely taking at least two of you beautiful ladies home with me tonight.”

Then we heard, “No you’re not.” It was Giovanni.

“I think my brother has plans for Crystal. Ain’t she sexy?” Guys shouted and whistled. “So it seems I’m going home with one of you and bringing a friend or two. Ladies, don’t fight over me. I can take numbers and satisfy you all before I head back to Camp Lejeune.” He backed up a few steps and leaned down before screaming, “Let’s get this party started!”

Giovanni immediately started his intro, with Chad, and I close behind. About thirty seconds later, Chris and Rosario cried out together, “Girls on the left, girls on the right. It’s gonna be, a hell of a night!”

As soon as our set was over, Chris and Rosario sat with the Gasoline guys. By then, a lot more girls were around them, several of them squealing. Giovanni came up behind me as I watched them.

“Go sit with Tommy and make those girls jealous. He’d get a kick outta that.” He smacked my ass again. “Go, I’ll watch you.”

I sighed and carefully walked down the stairs, trying not to let my skirt go up. As soon as I moved away from the stage, a cute blond-haired young man came up to me. “Hey, Crystal, I’m Michael, your biggest fan. Can I buy you a drink and maybe hang out with you?”