MERCS
Sitting in the rafters above the stage, it feels like you’re above the entire world looking down. Like you’re in the heavens watching the chaos taking place on the ground below. It’s quiet up here and especially before a show like now when the rigging is up, but there’s hardly anyone here. It’s especially peaceful, and I feel at ease within the lighting and metal. There’s something calming about being above the pandemonium of the world, and no one knowing where you are.
Telling Effa about Kiera was so damn hard, and losing it in front of her makes me feel like less of a man. I want to pretend it’s not happening. I don’t want the looks that Effa and everyone else will give me knowing what’s going on with Kiera. Fuck! I can’t stand looking at myself in the mirror when I think about it.
Groaning as I feel the weight of the darkness raining down over me. The need to gain some cash for Kiera’s procedure is becoming more urgent. I need a truck load for the hospital, the procedure and her aftercare.
A guy from my home town, Rory, who I used to go to school with introduced me to the Sportshark app, which is run by a bookie called Hex. Rory said sometimes you just have to take a risk to get what you need in this world. If you place a big bet on a sure thing then you can get a high windfall in return.
So, I’m going to try to spend some money to make more money, if that’s possible. I’m well aware gambling is probably not the best idea I’ve ever come up with, but if I bet on a sure thing maybe it’s the way to get ahead. I’m not silly enough become addicted, it’s not in my nature, but I figure perhaps a large investment on one sure thing might provide the cash I need for Kiera.
I open up the Sportshark app, and place a bet on a sure thing. Rory told me that Trixabell is a horse that’s won the last seven of her nine races.
Surely she has to win.
Hex has extended me a line of credit for twenty thousand dollars. So I hit double or nothing and play the odds high, placing the full twenty thousand dollar line of credit on Trixabell.
As soon as I hit the bet button, I feel a flutter of doubt creep in. If this fails I’m going to be in deep and I’m not sure I can escape it. With having to send money home all the time for Kiera and Gran, this could be the mother of all bad ideas. But I’ve done it now and there’s no going back.
Closing the app, I take a deep breath and rest my head on my forearm that’s leaning on the railing. My legs dangle from the rafters as I sit high above the stage and watch as a few crew set about their tasks preparing for tonight.
My mind wanders to Effa, and how comforting she was when she figured out what was happening with Kiera. I should have told her sooner. I wanted to. But talking about it is hard for me. The thing is, she made it easier, and now I have someone I can lean on if I need to. Effa is fast becoming a light in my life, and the last thing I want to do is extinguish it.
“Mercs?” A beautiful husky voice echoes up from below. My eyes glance down to see Effa looking around the back of the stage area behind the lighting equipment like she’s trying to find me. “Are you here?” she calls out, and I smile while peering down at her. She’s already a tiny little thing, but from up here she looks almost childlike.
She’s cute.
“Mercs… where are you?” she murmurs.
“You’re really pretty, you know that?” I call out, and she spins around looking in all directions trying to figure out where the voice came from. Her lips turn upward into a sly smile. She places her hands on her hips, tilting her stature.
“It’s rude to stalk people you know.”
“I’m not stalking, just admiring.”
She furrows her brows, her eyes darting around the area. “I prefer to admire close up. So, can you come to me so I can say how much I want you against your lips?” she asks.
I chuckle liking the sound of that. “I think that sounds agreeable, but how about you come to me?”
She spins around again with a groan, ducking down looking under the tables and shaking her head. The thing is with acoustics, you can never tell where the voice is coming from.
“Well, I would if I knew where in Gaia’s name you were.”
I whistle and bang against the railing which makes her head snap up. Effa squints, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness of the rafters. She spots me as I wave to her. With a giggle, she then lets out an exacerbated sigh. “That’s an unfair advantage, Mercs.”
Laughing, I tilt my head toward the rails and raise my brows in a challenge. “Well c’mon then, daredevil. Get your sassy, sexy ass up here.”
“Okay. I’ve always wondered what a stage looks like from above.” She runs over to the rails and starts to climb. My muscles tense while I watch her. The thought of her falling scares the crap out of me, but I need to let her do it on her own. She’s fiercely independent and would hate me trying to help her. Plus, I think back to her climbing up the rocks at the Red Rock concert and how capable she was.
She can do this, easily.
Effa starts the climb, and she hoists herself up effortlessly, just as I thought she would, but I’m still watching silently like a hawk. My body is tense and ready to jump at a second’s notice if I need to grab her. I stay in my spot, not giving anything away that I’m silently freaking the fuck out on the inside.
She reaches up and slides in under the railing at the top with such fluidity that I swear she must have done this before. I smirk and relax as she moves in sitting next to me, dangling her feet over the edge and lining her body along mine, so our legs are touching.
Real warmth runs through me, and I feel like she’s mine just from one simple touch. Her face looks like she’s in awe as she gazes down to the stage below for the first time through her bird’s eye view.
“Mercs, this is amazing,” she almost whispers as if her breath is being taken away.
Moving my arm up behind her and wrapping it around her shoulders, I pull her to me. Her head instantly rests on my shoulder, and I kiss atop her head, her fruity perfumed hair tickling my senses as I breathe her in.
“It’s a whole different world up here, and I’ve always wanted to share it with you.”
She smiles. “I just wanted to check to see if you’re okay? I don’t want to harp, and you don’t have to say anything, but I needed to know before we go on tonight otherwise I’ll just worry about you.” Her eyes glisten with deep somber shades of emerald staring at me, full of hope, and I wonder now if I can be the man that she needs. I fucking hope so, because as she looks up at me, her big doe eyes, her cute button nose and her stunningly beautiful face, and I know she means so much to me.
“I’m fine, having you with me is all the support I’ll ever need.”
I want her.
To taste her, to devour her.
Leaning forward, my hand slides up into the back of her hair and I yank her head forward and touch my lips to hers. Our tongues collide as she whimpers into my mouth, her chest pressing up firmly against mine, the friction a welcomed delight. She tastes of berries and as always my cock starts to stir.
Effa cools the tension down a notch, slowing the frenzied kiss and backing away from me. She looks into my eyes and she grins with a hint of mischief glinting in hers as she starts to move upward.
“What are you up to, Miss Carrington?” I ask, as she tilts her body pushing me back so I’m not leaning forward, but rather, back on the railing behind me. Raising my brow, I watch as she scoots over and positions herself on top of me, her knee moving over my legs so she’s effectively straddling me. My hands run up her legs to grab hold of her ass through her leggings while her hands reach out for the railing behind me to steady herself.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” I ask.
Effa grinds her pussy down on my cock, the pressure making it stir instantly, the bulge forming against the seam of my jeans uncomfortably.
She smiles licking her lips. “What do you think I’m doing?” she asks leaning her head down, her lips coming to my neck and sucking hard. A tingle shoots down the side of my body and straight to my cock as I let out a stifled groan. Grinding on me harder, my cock grows more uncomfortable in his confined space.
“I think you’re being a very… very… bad girl,” I murmur.
Her teeth glide up my neck to my ear, taking my lobe into her mouth and biting with just enough force to be a pleasurable pain.
“Oh, Mercs, I can be so bad it’s sinful.” Her husky voice is like an aphrodisiac as she moves her hands from the pole behind me to the top of her waistband, and starts to wriggle her leggings past her hips. As she slides one leg out of her leggings, she reveals a tiny little G-string.
My chest rises and falls fast with heavy breaths of lust.
Her hand slides down to my jeans, unbuttoning the buttons as she pulls my pants open beneath her.
This is all my fucking fantasies come alive.
It’s my domain up here, but with Effa taking charge like this, it’s the biggest fucking turn on.
Her tiny hand slides into my pants, my eyes clench shut as I take in everything that’s happening right now. Effa’s fingers slip in under my briefs, pulling them down and grabbing my rock hard cock. The warmth of her while she handles me feels like fucking heaven, as she pulls me from my confines and my cock stands tall and proud from my jeans, even though they’re still basically around my legs. It’s not the most comfortable, but it’s what we have to work with up here.
The general sounds of chit-chat from the limited crew below can be heard, mixed with our frantic breathing as she rushes forward pressing her lips to mine. The electrical surge that explodes within me ignites the fuel in my soul, and all I want right now is to feel her warmth wrapped around my cock. So my hands move to her ass, gripping it tight, and edging her toward me.
Her hand skims between us as she kneels over me again, and she pulls her panties to the side with one hand and grabs my cock with the other, lining me up while we continue to kiss frantically.
Our tongues go rogue with each other’s as she slides the tip of my cock along her slickened pussy. It’s almost too much for me to bear now as I groan into her mouth, pulling on her ass and forcing the tip of my head inside her.
Her warmth envelops me, and we both moan together as she pulls her hands from between us and moves them back to the railing behind me to support her. She slowly lowers down on me completely. My body shudders with the endorphins that are seeping through me, sparking my energy flow then they soar and ignite that fire which always burns through us as she begins to move her body on top of mine. The feeling is amazing.
Knowing there are people below us is a turn on. More than likely they can’t hear us, but if we got vocal they would, so we both keep our moans low and soft through our passionate kisses.
Her hips move as I pull her up and down on my cock. She’s so warm, and everything about her is like nirvana to me. Effa is my paradise. She encases me perfectly, and we fit together like a glove.
Even though the rigging is creaking and moaning with our rocking movements, we ignore it. This is the best time I’ve ever had in the rafters. I knew I liked it up here and sharing this moment with Effa while electrifying and intense, there’s something strangely erotic knowing I’ll be up here tonight watching her performing below me and remembering this very moment.
Pressure builds in my balls. Our breaths both heaving hard out of our noses as we kiss frantically, all teeth and tongues. This isn’t intimate and gentle. It’s fast and unbridled. Full of fever, as we fuck above the stage where she will rock out in a matter of hours.
Feeling her muscles clench around me only makes it even more intense as I thrust up, pumping inside of her, trying to bring her to the brink.
My jeans are chafing against the base of my cock, but surprisingly the friction is only adding to the intensity. Feeling her wrapped around me as she bobs up and down on me is a high I could live off… forever.
My hands run up her back under her tight tank top. Her skin slick with sweat as is mine while we strive toward our climaxes.
Moving faster, small whimpers echo from her throat as she breaks the kiss, throwing her head back in ecstasy. My mouth wastes no time moving in and taking her neck. Her skin is salty as I lick from her collarbone to her neck, grazing my teeth along with it, then sucking hard and leaving a red mark.
She moans slightly louder as she continues to ride me, up and down, as I thrust up into her forcefully, trying to hit just the right spot. Her back arches and her skin litters in goosebumps. Her eyes clench shut while her body trembles. I know she’s close as I move my hand between her legs and press on her clit, circling.
Her body wracks in shockwaves as her pussy clenches. All her muscles contract as she shudders, exploding in orgasm, while her pussy tightens so tightly around my cock it causes my balls to draw up. Pins and needles run down my spine as my breathing hitches.
Flashes of light blast behind my eyes as my balls pull up tight, everything contracts, and then it all explodes in a wave of release. I come hard inside of her, letting all of my tension go as I relax back on the rafters while she leans in kissing me a little softer this time bringing us both back down.
My hands run up her back, as hers break from behind me and run into my hair, holding me to her while she kisses me like she can’t get enough. Our breaths are rushed and ragged, but we come down slowly, and I slump my body as she leans into me, breaking away from the kiss.
Her eyes meet mine, and she smiles lazily and lets out a heavy exhale. “Well, I think the rafters are my new favorite part of the stage.”
I can’t help the chuckle that flows from my chest as she smiles at me, and I wrap my arms around her and plant a chaste kiss on her button nose. “You’re amazing.” She raises her brow and tilts her head with a smile. “You are, Effa. Not only are you this amazing sexy rock goddess, but you’ve been more than understanding of me for not telling you sooner about Kiera.”
Effa smiles down at me. “I totally understand your hesitation in telling me about Kiera, it’s a very hard subject to talk about. So I get it. She’s your sister. You love her. And anything that hurts her, hurts you even more. Plus, you didn’t know I was going to add Kiera on Facebook.”
“I certainly didn’t expect the Facebook thing, but I actually feel lighter now that you know. And I know Kiera would have loved your friend request, I can just imagine how loud she would have screamed and how quickly she would have been on the phone to her friends.”
She giggles. “I’m glad that maybe I brightened her day a little. Wanna go use the bathroom shower with me?”
“I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do right now,” I agree, as she hoists herself off me and starts to pull her clothes back on.
I glance down below us, just to make sure we don’t have a crowd watching, but everyone is still casually walking around like normal. Then something catches my eye. I glance over a little further into the shadows and see him.
Jett—staring straight at us, like the damn creeper he is.
He must have seen the whole thing.
And the hard look on his face is one that sends an eerie, cold shudder down my spine, making me think he won’t let go of what he’s just witnessed.
Effa is mine.
Not his.
And I’ll make damned sure that little fucker knows it.