Brad
Someone’s saying something to me. Or at me. Or maybe it’s just around me and not to me at all. Either way, I’m not hearing a word.
All I can see is Emily, straddling me, her breasts bouncing as I drive my cock into her, her long and graceful neck exposed for me as I see the erratic rhythm of her pulse.
Fuck. I can’t stop seeing it. Hell, I can almost feel it.
Doesn’t help when I’m sitting here in front of a giant crowd with a raging hard-on. My cock telling me, why are we sitting here? Why are we not making love to Emily? I don’t have an answer for it, and I certainly am not disagreeing.
But it’s not just my cock raging. My heart is so full and gushing with joy, I don’t know how my chest hasn’t grown three sizes.
I’m happy.
I’m so goddamn happy I could die.
“Brad?” There’s that someone saying something to me again.
“Hmm?”
“What do you think?”
“About what?”
“About what Marius just said.”
“Oh, um, sure.” I’m not sure, but how bad could it be?
“Excellent. Ladies and gentlemen, let’s give it up for Brad Windsor, our violinist!”
“Um. What?” I look around me, and my bandmates are grinning and clapping along. Never in the history of evil bandmates has that been a good sign.
“Marius just offered you up to play a game of Never Have I Ever with a fan,” Jez clarifies, clapping even harder.
“And you couldn’t have told me before I said yes?”
“Better you than me, bitch-nipples.”
“I’m so fucked,” I say through gritted teeth, getting up to join the host.
“No kidding,” Sebastian agrees.
“So, Brad, you know the rules. You have your little paddle there. I’m going to say something, and you turn the paddle to say whether you have or have not done this thing, okay?”
I turn the paddle over in my hand, inspecting it. “Do you have a paddle that has just the one side saying ‘I probably did it, but not going to admit it’?”
The crowd laughs, and I’m glad they’re enjoying my pain. I wouldn’t want it to be for nothing.
“Now, just for added fun, we’re hooking you up to this lie detector test. And see that bucket there, right over your head?”
“No, I’m pretending it’s not there.”
“Pretend all you like, whoever lies first gets a bucket of water on their heads.” He gestures to a young girl standing on the side of the stage and she walks over to us, her face a little pale.
“This is Mary. She’s a huge fan of the Rock Chamber Boys. She’ll be declaring her wild secrets along with you.”
“Hi, Mary,” I say, giving her a big, exaggerated wink. “I’ll give you a private tour of our bus if you don’t make me do this.”
She just giggles and I see I can’t rely on her to get me out of this.
“Okay, ready contestants?” We both nod, and he continues, “Never have I even been caught cheating on a test.”
We both hold up our paddles and I lean over to peek at hers.
“Ooh, Mary, you naughty girl. Me too! Not that it did me any good!”
“Okay next one. Never have I ever eaten something off someone else’s plate without them knowing, then pretended I didn’t when they wondered where the food went.”
“Oh. I can honestly say no to this one. I usually sit next to Marius when eating, and he only eats beans and tofu…I mean, have you read what side effects beans have?”
“Okay, so, here are a few suggestions from the audience,” the host tells us, holding up a handful of cards.
I look down and see Emily, and even from here I can see an evil glint in her eye. Either she’s going to get me in trouble with the crowd, with Dennis, or with her. I know her enough to know she won’t let this opportunity go.
“Oh my, I had no idea our audience was this inclined. You guys have been reading too much Fifty Shades.”
Uh-oh.
“Okay, never have I ever…been caught having a ‘sleepover’ in air quotes, by my sleepover buddy’s young child.”
That little, crazy, evil wench.
I hold up my paddle to show “I Have” and hang my head.
“BRAD!” The host walks up to me, saying my name in shock horror.
“What?”
“You devil you!”
“Hey, you didn’t say caught doing what? It’s a sleepover. I might have been caught sleeping.”
“Oh really? What were you caught doing then, and remember you’re hooked up to a lie detector!”
“We were…playing…Twister.” I finish my sentence and brace myself.
There’s a loud buzz and a bucket of water washes over my head.
“And Brad loses the game! Thank you, Mary, you are our winner today, and you’ll be taking home a one hundred pound iTunes voucher.”
“Yeah, thanks Mary.” I glare at her through my saturated bangs, then I grin and reach over and give her a big, wet hug.
She screams then bursts out into laughter, shaking off the water from her clothes.
I look out to the crowd just in time to see Emily fall off her chair. I jump up, worried. But then she shifts and the wench is doubled over in giggles.
Revenge is a dish best served hot. Over and over. Naked and in my bed. Beware, Emily.
***
“Wait, we need to stop. We have to figure out what this all means,” she says, panting.
I move my mouth from her nipple, but keep my cock buried deep inside her.
“Um, right now?”
“Ugh, stop, fuck, no, don’t stop, God, your cock feels so good.”
I stop and pull my cock out of her, the tip just pressing against her quivering opening.
“Why did you stop?” she asks me, her flushed face staring at me, confused. She looks so sexy, I’m amazed I could stop.
“You told me to. You wanted to talk. So, talk.”
“Um… okay, so…wait, I thought you said you were stopping, oh God,” she moans as I move my hand down to pinch her clit between my fingers.
“I did. I stopped fucking you. Now I’m going to make you come with my mouth.”
“Wha… shit. Brad. Holy fuck,” is all she can get out before I’ve slid down her body and rammed my tongue into her pussy.
Her soft, warm, velvet walls contract around my tongue, and my mouth is flooded by her wetness. Her knees clamp around my head, and it’s dark as I explore her pussy.
We have to be quick, I remind myself.
After the show we just performed, I dragged her backstage and into an empty green room, and pinned her down on the couch. My cock was hard, had been for the last hour, and all I wanted was to drive it into her.
And I did. Just to placate it for a moment. But now I want to tease her a little. As payback for her Never Have I Ever question. As payback for her teasing me, just by being around, giving me looks that could stun a buffalo in its tracks. Finding reasons to touch me, her hands lingering on my face, my body, even while surrounded by people.