Between a Rock and a Hard Place (18 page)

Angel’s lips smiled under her kiss.  His tongue licked hers using the same strokes he used to rim Tommy’s bottom.  Their kiss was long and probably equally erotic for the both of them.  For Angel because they were sharing Tommy’s flavor, but for her, that only partly encompassed the reason she savored the kiss.  It was a passionate kiss.  His breath was hot and gusty on her cheek and he held her face prisoner with both hands. His tongue flicked around her mouth and he moaned softly.  She was so invested in the kiss that she didn’t realize Tommy was touching her until he pinched her nipple.  Then his lips were on her skin and she wanted his mouth more than she wanted Angel’s.  She had to pull herself out of Angel’s grasp and he sucked her bottom lip as she broke free.

She let her shorts fall to the floor and kicked them aside.  Tommy reached for her breasts while Angel tried to get to his bottom again.  Angel couldn’t reach in the tight space of the bathroom, so he leaned over and kissed Jessi again.  She assumed it was because Tommy was occupied, but she felt a surge of energy, a charge of electricity in his kiss that wasn’t there before.  And he had the same look in his eyes she couldn’t identify.

Tommy guided Angel onto the toilet seat and yanked his sweat pants off.  Tommy faced Jessi and gave Angel his ass once more.  That same look of bliss, accompanied by a glorious smile, was on Tommy’s face again as he stared into Jessi eyes.  He outlined the perimeter of her cheek with his finger, then he kissed her before moving his mouth down to her breast again.  He’d been spending a great deal of time visiting them since he’d been back home, but she wasn’t complaining.

He pushed her breasts together and licked the gully between them.  His tongue traced her nipples, one at a time and he sucked them.  She was wet and ached to be touched and let out a long moan. His hands slid down her body.  One of them rested on the curve of her lower back, the other slid between her legs.  Her knees buckled and she fell back against the wall with a thud.  His fingers disappeared inside her.  Two of them fit easily.  She wanted three, and asked for another.  Tommy removed his lips from her neck to smile at her. “I’d put my whole hand in there if I could, but let’s do that when we have more time, and more room.”

She was dripping wet and it provided the lubrication he needed to insert the third finger.  It was tight and her body strained to allow it inside, but the pressure was extraordinary.  Her body tingled and vibrated from within.  Several quick gasps made her lightheaded and an orgasm rushed through her body quicker than she expected.  She flung her head back and smacked it against the wall behind her.

Tommy’s fingers were still moving in and out and in a circle.  Direct pressure on her G-spot sent her body into a fit of ecstasy until she couldn’t take it anymore.  “Stop,” she gasped.  “I . . . can’t . . .  breathe.”

Angel was still working Tommy’s behind with his tongue. Jessi watched him over Tommy’s shoulder, lost in the glory of Tommy’s ass.  Tommy placed his hands on the wall and pushed his hips back into Angel’s accommodating mouth.  She watched Tommy’s face and the delight that washed over it.  His mouth was slightly open.  His eyes were alternating between closed tightly and fluttering up to the ceiling.  He hung his head into his chest for a few seconds, then looked back over his shoulder at Angel.  “I’m ready.”

Angel sat back on the toilet seat and Tommy squatted in his lap, but Angel stopped him with a gentle hand.  “We have a problem.  There’s no lube.  I don’t want to hurt you, mi amor.”

The realization of dry penetration, or even worse, no penetration at all, made Tommy stand at attention and frantically scan the small bathroom for an alternate solution.  His eyes stopped on the soap dispenser and he quickly made a handful of bubbly lather.  He soaped up Angel’s cock until it was wet and slippery.  Angel leaned his head back and moaned.  “That feels so good.  Keep stroking me like that and I’ll come right in your hand.”

“We can’t have that happen.”  Tommy turned and squatted over Angel.

Jessi strained to watch as Angel supported Tommy’s butt with his hand and guided him lower.  She held Tommy’s face to her chest as he took her breast in his mouth.  He jerked as Angel entered him and he slowly pushed himself down onto Angel’s lap.

Tommy held Jessi by the waist, put his lips to her stomach and slipped one hand between her thighs.  She started to tingle all over again.  She turned with her back to Tommy, spread her legs as far as the small bathroom would allow and squatted over him.  Angel paused, just like he always did, while he waited for Tommy to enter her.

Tommy put his lips to her lower back and guided her down onto his cock.  She was open and still pulsating as he slipped inside.  She pushed herself down onto his lap, which pushed him down onto Angel’s cock.  Tommy let out a loud grunt while Angel let out a delicious sigh.

She was on top and she liked it.  She was in control.  She was in charge. She regulated the momentum.  She pumped her hips, lifted her butt and rammed it down.  Each thrust of her hips drove Tommy further into Angel. She liked being rammed from behind and controlling how deep Angel rammed Tommy in the ass.

She heard Angel’s labored breaths and moans and recognized that he was coming.  Tommy was holding out.  She could tell because he grew silent and his breathing steadied and his sighs abated.  But she wouldn’t let him.  She wanted him to come.  She braced her hands against the wall in front of her and pounded into his lap in rapid succession.  Tommy gasped for air and held her hips in a tight grip that was sure to leave a mark.  She hoped it did, so she could be reminded of their encounter for several days to come.

The pressure of Tommy’s hands squeezing her tighter made her squirm, but she continued to pummel him.  She picked her leg up and put her foot on the wall to use it as a springboard.  Angel was squashed beneath them, helplessly grunting with each thrust.

Tommy knew the game she was playing and he fought his orgasm, but she wouldn’t let him win.  She propelled herself off the wall as hard and as fast as she could.  His hands shook on her waist, and short loud grunts echoed in the small bathroom, as he exploded inside her.

She moved faster and deeper.  Her second orgasm took her by surprise and engulfed her in a haze of stimulation.  The room went white and she couldn’t see.  All she could do was feel.  Sensations traveled through her body like an electric current and she shuddered.  Perspiration dripped from her body and wet strands of hair stuck to her forehead and neck.  Her legs could barely move and her arms fell from the wall that supported her.  As she struggled to catch her breath, Tommy helped her to a standing position.  Her thighs trembled from fatigue and her throat was sore and raspy.

Tommy wet some paper towels and wiped her forehead and the back of her neck.  “You look like you’re going to faint.”

She gave him a breathy smile.  “I just might.  I’m not used to this.  You two have been away for a long time.  I need to build up my stamina.”

The three of them scrambled to get dressed and giggled as they banged into the walls.

Angel looked nervous as he wiped the sweat off his forehead with a paper towel.  “We’ve been in here a long time, and we were pretty loud.  Do you think people heard us?”

“The whole plane probably heard us,” Tommy said.  “I thought this was going to be a quickie.  We’ve been in here for a half hour.  And it stinks of sweat and sex.”

Jessi started to worry that maybe this wasn’t the best idea.  Their love making wasn’t restricted to a time frame.  There were no scripted encounters.  It was spontaneous and nothing could dictate its course.  She opened the door a few inches and squeezed into the cabin without making eye contact with anyone.  She kept her head down and focused on her feet as they took her back to her row.  Tommy and Angel should have waited longer, but they followed her out of the bathroom only a few seconds apart.

As soon as they were seated, Jimmy casually walked by with an unknown female passenger on his arm.  He stopped by their seats and smiled as big as the Cheshire cat.  “Very nice.”  Then continued toward the lavatory.

Damien and Alyssa snickered in their row and Jessi peeked at them through the opening between the seats.

“You wanna be next?” Damien asked Alyssa.

She raised her eyebrows and flipped her long black hair over her shoulder.  “You’d have to wash that bathroom down with a fire hose before you’d get me in there.  I can’t even take a piss now that they desecrated it.”

Jessi laughed and they caught her spying on them.  Embarrassed, she clasped her hand over her mouth and faced forward in her seat.  There were rustling noises and Alyssa and Damien were whispering.  Jessi snuck another peek and saw Damien had his seat reclined flat.  Just before she turned back she saw Alyssa duck her head under the blanket that covered Damien’s lap.

Chapter Sixteen

The band’s arrival at Heathrow caused an uproar.  The fans were secured behind a long barricade, while a separate, smaller area was sectioned off for the paparazzi. Blinding flashbulbs lit up the airport the moment they stepped through customs.  Screams from the fans nearly sent an unsuspecting elderly couple into cardiac arrest.  Angel took it all in.  This was the city he was most anxious to visit.  It was the birthplace of punk rock, a genre that was ingrained in his blood.  He studied the fans and their punk rock attire.  He loved the cut up T-shirts that were held together with safety pins, the plaid leggings and the colorful hair and makeup that surrounded him.

He watched Jessi with the fans.  She was inspired by their fashion and took dozens of photos with her own phone.  An excited glow emanated from her face.  She was in her element and his heart swelled with love for her at times like this.  Her graduation, the extravagance of her store and the success of its grand opening were long overdue.

Security hustled them out of the airport and escorted them to an exquisite limousine.  Jimmy dove inside and went straight to the bar.  He poured himself a short glass full of vodka with ice and a splash of water before he leaned back in the seat and spread his legs out in front of him.  “This is the life, man, first class all the way.”  It didn’t take long before he started tapping the seat to the beat of the music that played on the JBL stereo system.

Angel saw Alyssa cringe.  The flight was rough on her and Jimmy’s jittery mannerisms and constant movement was annoying the hell out of her.

“Why the fancy car?”  Damien asked.

Angel shrugged.  “I have no idea.  I was expecting a Suburban.”

“We’re rock stars now.”  Jimmy took a long swig of vodka.  “Fancy cars and expensive liquor – that’s the way it’s gonna be from now on, man.”

Angel knew who was behind the generous means of transportation and accommodations as soon as he walked into the elegant hotel suite.  Tommy and Jessi wandered around the elaborate room, but Angel went straight to the bottle of champagne on ice and the small card next to it.