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Chapter 5 - Chapter 5

Myrna watched Eric tuck his slack cock into his pants and button his fly. He sat in the water in his jeans and beckoned her closer. She didn't trust him and, now that she was no longer delirious with pleasure, she was embarrassed that he'd seen her with Brian. She covered her breasts with her hands and sank deeper into the water.

"I can wash it out," she said, avoiding his self-satisfied grin by focusing on the edge of the tub.

The sound of Brian's guitar throbbed through the wall. Wow. This solo rocked more than the last one he'd composed while in her company.

"I'm not going to molest you, Myrna." Eric chuckled. "Unless you want me to."

She knew he'd just watched her get fucked, suck cock, and ram her fingers up his friend's ass, but she couldn't relax.

"I'll just wash your hair. I promise. Besides, I'm not even horny anymore. You're perfectly safe."

She did like to have her hair washed. A simple, soothing pleasure. One of her favorite luxuries. But Eric? She wasn't sure she wanted him to indulge her.

Eric reached for a tiny bottle and dumped a healthy amount of shampoo in his outstretched palm.

Myrna leaned back in the tub, wetting her hair thoroughly, and then sat up. Not waiting for her to come closer to him, Eric moved behind her and massaged the shampoo into her scalp. His strong fingers worked the fragrant lather into her hair. She closed her eyes and relaxed, keeping her breasts covered with her hands. Eric's hands felt fantastic. She stifled a groan of contentment.

The distant sounds of Brian's sporadic solo drew her thoughts to their lovemaking session. Had she really allowed Eric to fondle her without protest? She hadn't even considered stopping him. What had she been thinking?

It had felt good. That's all she'd been thinking. And this felt really good, too. His thumbs kneaded the muscles at the base of her skull, while his fingers massaged the top and sides of her head and his pinkies rubbed her temples. His large, strong hands and thin fingers hit her in all the right places.

"Mmmm," she murmured.

Her hands drifted away from her breasts, down her belly to her clit. She wasn't sure how she could be horny again, but Eric's fingers on her scalp and Brian's music had her in a state again. She stroked her clit persistently, thinking of Brian's fingers moving over his fret board in the other room.

Her breath caught in the back of her throat as the first ripples of pleasure gripped her.

"You know I like to watch, don't you?" Eric said into her ear.

She sat up with an awkward splash. Had she really been leaning against Eric and masturbating? What was wrong with her? These guys. These rock stars had her behaving in a totally uncharacteristic manner. No sale, Myrna. You were born a whore. You live as a whore and you'll die a whore.

She ducked her head under water to rinse the shampoo out of her hair and drown Jeremy's words. When she emerged, she moved to the far side of the tub, avoiding Eric's heavy gaze.

"I shouldn't have said anything," he said. "I didn't mean to interrupt. Please, continue."

"I'm ashamed."

"Why?"

Unwilling to share her turmoil, she shook her head. "Do you really like to watch?"

"I'd rather watch than fuck." He rinsed the shampoo from his hands in the water. "Sed lets me watch him do chicks all the time. That's the first time Brian's let me watch. I never realized what a stud he is. I mean… Damn."

Myrna flushed, but nodded.

"Is Sed a stud, too?" she asked. Why had she asked that? She didn't want to know. Okay, she kinda wanted to know.

Eric laughed. "Is Sed a stud?" He scratched his head. "I've seen him do four girls at once and have them all begging for more."

"Four girls? How is that even possible?"

"One on each hand. One on his face. One riding him like a mechanical bull."

Myrna's eyes widened. "And you just watched? Didn't participate?"

"I wore a blister on my hand from stroking myself."

"Seriously?"

"No, not seriously. They invited me in after Sed passed out."

"So you got his leftovers?"

"I guess you could call it that, but I honestly had more fun watching Sed make them scream."

"Interesting. And Brian never let you watch before today?"

Eric shook his head. "He's a very private person."

Myrna nodded slightly. She could see that. "What about the other guys?"

Eric grinned. "Why do you want to know?"

She shrugged. "Research."

"Research?"

"I'm a human sexuality professor. Remember?"

"That would explain your knowledge. What did your fingers do in Brian's ass? I thought he was going to blow off the back of your head when he came. And came. And came. I didn't think it was possible for a guy to come that long. That wasn't some regular ass probe. You did something in there, didn't you?"

She winked at him. "That's my secret." And yes, that did explain her knowledge. Eric understood and she scarcely knew him. She'd been married to Jeremy for three years and anytime she wanted to try something new, he'd been certain she was cheating on him.

"Will you show me your secret?" He leaned forward in the tub.

She laughed. "You wish."

"Damn straight."

"I can't, Eric. I promised not to hurt Brian."

Eric scowled. "You did what?"

"Trey made me promise not to hurt him."

"Well, you'll never be able to keep that promise, Myr, so you might as well break it with me right now."

She shook her head at him, smiling. "I'm not going to stick my fingers up your ass."

He sighed. "That figures. Will you let me watch you masturbate though?"

"I'm not really in the mood."

"Even with the sound of Brian's solo coming through the wall? He wrote that when he was ramming his cock into you. I saw it."

She squeezed her thighs together at the memory. Eric was right. Brian had written that wonderful, poetic solo while he'd been making love to her. She leaned back against the far edge of the tub, the warm Jacuzzi jets against her back. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of Brian's guitar as if he played just for her. Someday soon, thousands of fans would hear, and love, that beautiful string of notes, and have no idea how it had been created. She let the music carry her back to his lovemaking as he played the same string of notes over and over and over again. With each repeat, the piece sounded more masterful. As his fingers found each note, she imagined his cock inside her, filling her, withdrawing, filling her. Her hand moved between her legs. She sighed. How could she want him again already?

But want him she did.

She stood, water pouring from her body as she stepped from the tub. Eric banged the side of his head against the wall repeatedly as he watched her leave the bathroom. Naked.

Dripping water through the hotel room, she sought Brian. Caught up in his music, he didn't notice her at first, but his band members, who sat around the dining table watching him play, did.

Trey pulled the sucker out of his mouth. "Um, Myrna," he said. "You seem to be naked."

"Everybody get out," she demanded.

Brian's guitar screeched as he quit playing mid-solo. His eyes widened in surprise.

"Except you," she said to Brian. "You stay."

The other three men grumbled, but obeyed her and left the room.

"Why are you walking around in front of my band naked?" Brian asked, his jaw tense with anger.

"I was listening to you play," she said, "and it made me want you so badly. I considered getting myself off, but I'd rather—"

He grinned. "My playing made you touch yourself?"

She lowered her gaze. "Will you play for me?"

"If you show me what my playing does to you."

Myrna pushed the remaining breakfast dishes to the far end of the table. She then sat on the edge of the table in front of Brian, turned a chair sideways and rested her feet on the seat. "If you promise to make love to me when you're done playing."

He didn't promise, but he did strike the first note of his guitar solo. She spread her thighs wide, knowing he had an unfettered view of everything between her legs. It made her hotter for him. She wanted him to see. She leaned back on one elbow and slid three fingers inside herself, her fluids dripping over the back of her hand as she plunged them deep and withdrew them, plunged them inside. She withdrew them again and shifted one finger to her ass, filling both holes with a groan. She fell back on the table, freeing her other hand to rub her clit. Brian's solo was building, his fingers moving over the notes faster and faster as she stroked herself toward orgasm.

"Brian," she gasped. "Brian!"

His solo stopped and his guitar landed somewhere on the floor with a clang. He tossed the chair aside and struggled with the fly of his pants. When his cock sprang free, he pushed her hands aside and plunged into her.

She lifted her head to look at him and then dropped it back onto the table with a bang as her back arched in pleasure.

"Good God, woman. What are you doing to me?" he groaned. He fucked her harder than ever, cursing under his breath as if she'd made him angry. He shifted her hips off the table slightly, which gave him the leverage to slam into her even harder. It hurt so good. His balls slapped against her ass with each penetrating thrust, teasing her into wanting something a little dirtier.

"We eat on that table, you know," someone yelled from the other room.

Brian paused in mid-thrust. She looked up at him. His face was red with exertion. Hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. Mmm. Gorgeous man.

"Trey has a point," he said.

He pulled out and Myrna groaned in protest. He dropped to his knees between her legs and plunged his tongue inside her. He gripped her thighs as he ate her out. Sucking, biting, licking, probing her cunt, her ass, her cunt again with his tongue. She couldn't keep track of his chaotic motions, could only focus on the excitement and pleasure it drew from her trembling body. When his mouth shifted to her clit, she cried out with release. "God, yes, Brian. Yes! Yes!" Her juices dripped down the crack of her ass. He lapped up every drop.

"What are you doing to her?" someone called from the other room.

"He's eating," Myrna yelled. "Don't bother him."

There was a smattering of laughter from beyond the dining room. Brian stood up and smiled down at her crookedly. His lips were wet and swollen. She rose up to kiss him. The taste of her fluids on his lips made her belly quiver. She grabbed his cock and guided it inside her body, shifting forward to force him deeper. He thrust into her gently but not deeply enough to do anything but drive her mad with anticipation. He kissed her deeply though, his tongue mingling with hers.

He pulled away and looked down at her, his eyes glazed with passion.

"Brian," she whispered. "Will you do something for me?"

"Anything."

"Fuck me in the ass."

"You like anal? I'm not very good at—"

She covered his lips with her fingertips. "I've never tried it. I want to try different things with you. Is that okay?"

He made a sound of amusement against her fingertips. "I'm game for anything, sweetheart."

Her mind began to flip through all the dirty fantasies she had, but had never been able to fulfill. "Anything?"

"Anything."

"Just this for now. Will it hurt?"

"It might. I'm not really built for it, you know?"

"You are huge." She trailed her fingers over his bare chest. She'd been craving pleasurable pain from him all day. Why hesitate? "But I don't want you to be gentle. I want you to hurt me."

His eyes widened in surprise. "Seriously?"

"Yes." She pushed him away, her heart pounding with excitement and a little fear. She turned around and bent over the table, using her hands to spread her ass cheeks. He lowered his head and licked her hole, wetting it with as much saliva as he could. When he stopped, she looked at him over her shoulder. He tore open a condom from his pants pocket, applied it and stood behind her. She forced herself to relax, waiting in anticipation for his huge cock to fill her forbidden hole. He rubbed the head of his cock over the puckered flesh and gently pressed forward. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out. Surely his penis had enlarged three times its normal size. She grunted as he pressed deeper. She released her ass cheeks and reached her arms in front of her, her fingertips digging into the hard smooth table surface.

"Ow," she gasped.

"I'll stop," he said.

"No, don't stop. We just need—"

A tube slid across the table toward her and she caught it. "Lubrication," she said gratefully.

"Dude, so not cool. Lube is always needed for backdoor entry." Trey stuck his sucker back in his mouth and left the room.

"Thank you, Trey," Myrna called.

She handed the tube to Brian and waited while he applied it to his cock and used his fingers to spread it inside her. "Does it bother you that they're out there listening to everything we're doing?" Brian asked.

Them being there made her feel that much dirtier. She didn't want to pretend to be pure. Jeremy had always expected that of her and she hated everything about that man. "If it bothered me, I'd have taken you into a room with a door."

He chuckled. "I do think I'm in love with you."

She tensed. No, don't say that. He pressed deeper. "Ah, God," she gasped, squeezing her eyes tightly closed. She couldn't take any more. It burned. Deeper. She bit her lip, tears streaming down her face, thepressure inside her painful and thrilling at the same time.

"Are you sure about this?" Brian asked.

She wasn't. It hurt pretty badly, even with the lube, but she nodded, several tears splashing down onto the table in front of her. He started to withdraw and the pain was instantly replaced by blinding pleasure. "Mmmmm," she purred.

He pressed forward again. Even deeper this time. The pain receded to a heavy fullness. Not pleasurable exactly. Strange. He backed away. A feeling of relief. Definitely pleasurable.

"It feels so good when you pull out," she gasped. But to pull out, he had to slide in.

He pressed forward again. The pain of his penetration blended with the pleasure of his withdraw. She gasped and shifted her legs further apart to give him better access.

"That's it, baby." He took her slowly for a few more strokes, allowing her body to adjust to his size, and when she was able to take him completely without whimpering, he leaned over her and rested his fists on the table. His strokes increased in speed and her pussy ached for its neglect as his balls bounced against her throbbing labia and clit. He fucked her harder now, the pain intense, but the pleasure ten times sweeter. She sobbed from the excitement of it.

"Are you crying?" He paused and leaned over her shoulder to look at her.

She hid her face in her hands. "Don't stop now," she pleaded, her voice hitching.

"You are crying."

"I like it, Brian. Don't stop. Do it hard. Please. Hurt me. I'm so dirty. I'm so fucking dirty. Punish me."

He dropped a tender kiss on her shoulder. "You're not dirty, sweetheart. You're beautiful. Tell me when you've had enough."

He slowed his strokes, not backing off on how deep he took her, just how quickly. Her thighs quivered. Slow was better. She could take this languid pain without sobbing.

"This feels nice, Myr, but I don't hear music." He reached around her and stroked her clit until she sputtered with an orgasm that left her entirely disoriented. He pulled out. "I know you crave pain because I made you feel like a whore."

How did he know that? She lifted her body from the table and turned to look at him. She opened her mouth to protest. He covered her lips with his fingers.

"That voyeuristic stuff was hot, Myrna, but I'd rather treasure you. I don't think you understand how beautiful you are. How amazing your lack of inhibition is. How wonderful…" He seemed to realize he'd said too much.

Her heart twanged. Sweet sex god. "Thank you," she whispered.

He kissed her cheek, and stripped himself of the condom before forcing his hard cock back into his pants. He handed her the towel he'd worn out of the bathroom.

"And it might not bother you to run around naked in front of my band mates, but I don't like it."

She nodded and wrapped the towel around her body.

"Let's go find a room with a door. And we'll try something different, if you like."

"I would like that, if you're willing to indulge me."

"I'm the one who's being indulged here." He grinned, took her hand and led her from the dining room toward one of the two bedrooms in the suite.

Sed glanced up from the TV to watch them pass. "You two done so soon?"

"Just getting started," Brian said.