CHAPTER 14
Delia
When we got to the hotel in Jacksonville, Florida, I discovered my first mistake. When booking hotels online, make sure to get a confirmation email. Even though I used their online site to purchase the hotel rooms for the band, myself, and Hank, my room didn’t take. So I was relegated to the bus the first night on the road.
Wonderful.
Now, we were on our way to Birmingham, Alabama. I was on the bus with all three of the guys, and it was crowded. I couldn’t work on any schoolwork without Stone poking his nose into my business, Landon kept making the crudest comments he could when he knew I was listening, and Drake kept asking me if I was okay.
It was getting annoying and I was ready for this trip to be over.
All I could hope was that all of the hotel room reservations went through in Birmingham. I couldn’t find any sort of confirmation email for the room I had booked myself, even though Hank had one for his and the band had gotten one for theirs. I was pissed off and ready to blow through the roof. How the hell could this have happened twice?
The guys were loud and smelly, and I couldn’t drown them out. Every time I cranked up my music, they got louder. Every time I took advantage of them sleeping to do some schoolwork, it wasn’t long before someone was asking me some sort of idiotic question.
When Drake got curious, I saw a way in to talking about his drinking.
“Whatcha workin’ on?” he asked.
“A final project for my degree,” I said.
“What’s the class?”
“Intro to Clinical Psychology.”
“You’re taking an introduction course your senior year?” he asked.
“It’s a jumpstart class into a Master’s degree. I won’t be platforming into it, but it is a class I’ll need eventually.”
“So you want your own practice or something?”
“With my particular degree and concentration, I want to work at a drug rehab center. You know, to help people with their addictions and stuff.”
There was silence on Drake’s end, and I tilted my head to see what he was doing. But the only thing I saw was him walking back to the guys.
So much for that starting a conversation.
Once we pulled into Birmingham, I had to go with him to his first of two major interviews while on the road. He was moody and pissed off, tired and slightly drunk. I had to babysit him and make sure he didn’t say anything stupid in his interview, which was a task in and of itself.
Because he was all about stupid.
“So, why a mini tour? Why not please your fans all over the nation?” the reporter asked.
“Who said I can’t do that?” Drake asked. “Maybe I’m just doing it in bits and pieces. You know, teasing my audience.”
“Well when is the teasing done?” the reporter asked. “The world wants to know if you’ll add more dates to this tour of yours.”
“There’s plenty of Drake Blackthorn to go around, I promise.”
“I’m sure your fans will be happy to hear that,” the reporter said.
“I hope you will be too, sweetheart.”
I wanted to smack him—for that and every single other fucking innuendo he spewed in that interview. I sat there like a bump on a log, holding up plausible answers to his questions so he didn’t look like an asshole. But instead, he read my answers, grinned at me, and then spewed his own womanizing bile all over the pretty little brunette reporter.
I wrangled him to the show, not speaking to him once between the interview and the set-up time. I had to talk with the venue guy to make sure the band members had everything they needed for their pre-show rituals. I saw a few giggling girls make their way backstage as Stone held out his arms to him and I rolled my eyes.
It fucking figured they would have girls right before the show.
This job was so much more than being a simple personal assistant. I was the man’s life-gatherer. I gathered up the pieces of his life he scattered about all over the floor on a daily basis, I put them back together in some sort of fashion, then I was off to coordinate the next thing. I was being paid an exorbitant amount of money, sure, but I would gladly take a pay cut just to rest for a bit.
Sometimes it was too much, and not having a proper hotel room to sleep in was making things worse.
The show was as loud and thumping as it could have been. I took a cab over to the hotel everyone was staying at just to make sure they didn’t have an extra room. They were all booked up and I blinked away my tears, cursing the night I was going to have to spend on that damn bus again.
After the show, my job was to make sure Drake got to where he was supposed to be. No partying on the bus, no allowing the guys to rope him into drinking. That was step one of my plan. I had to get Drake away from all the influences that caused his drinking to get worse. The target for reigning an addiction in wasn’t to stop completely, or even to get the person to admit the issue. It was simply to remove the triggers from their life that caused them to indulge in the first place.
And his band members? They needed to be the first to go.
“Let’s get you to your hotel room,” I said.
“I’m goin’ out for a drink with the guys,” Drake said.
“Nope. You’re going to your hotel room and going to sleep. We’ve got an early morning and the bus has to be cleaned down.”
“Who the hell’s cleaning the bus down at eleven o’clock at night?” he asked.
“The only people I could get to touch your bus while we were in town. I’m taking you back to your room so you can sleep, then we’re off again in the morning around seven.”
“Wonderful,” he said.
I dropped him off then told him I was going to park Hank’s car, which he allowed me to use to get Drake back and forth. I swung through a drive-thru fast food joint to get a drink and some fries, then I was off to the bus. Even though the bathroom was small, I was looking forward to a shower and a good night’s rest.
Just me, hot water, cold soda, and resting in the big bed at the back of the bus.
The hot water felt good against my skin as I allowed myself to relax. Finally, the sound of silence. That had been hard to come by so far, and I was grateful there were only four concerts. I wasn’t sure if I could handle anymore with this rowdy crew, especially with the plans I was going to be implementing with Drake. I wanted to help his drinking. If I couldn’t get him to stop, I at least wanted to get him to see that he had a serious problem.
No substance should be used as a coping mechanism. Ever.
I shut off the water and allowed the steam to waft around my body. I reached for a towel and wrapped it around me, trying to ignore the fact that it smelled like Drake.
The bathroom door opening caused me to whip around.
I saw the steam trickle through the door around a tall figure I instantly recognized. Drake was standing there, with his brooding stare and his devilish grin. He was looming over me as he stood in the doorway, blocking my only way out.
“What are you doing here?” I asked
“Forgot my bag,” he said.
I heard something drop at his side as my eyes fell to the contents on the floor.
In a flash, his arms were around me, holding me close to him as his lips descended onto mine. someone would see.
His grip on me tightened as his lips slid down my neck. I felt myself caving in to him as my towel began to inch down my body. His arms were strong around me. His muscles were twitching underneath my fingertips. I went from pushing him away to tugging on his flannel shirt, hoping to get him closer to me as his lips met my ear.
“I saw you pleasuring yourself on the bus yesterday,” Drake said.
I felt my blood run cold as my eyes widened.
“I heard my name fallin’ from your lips again,” he said.
I was mortified. His eyes lifted to take in mine as I felt tears cresting them. He pressed a small kiss to the tip of my nose, his beautiful eyes never leaving mine. He pulled me from the bathroom as my towel fell to the floor, my body now naked in front of him.
His eyes scanned me as he backed me toward the bedroom, pushing me to the bed as he kicked the door closed.
“Jesus, you are beautiful,” Drake said.
I felt my heart fluttering at the speed of light as I watched him remove his boots.
“Much more beautiful than you realize.”
Slowly, his body was revealed to me. All chiseled farm muscle and tan skin as his clothing fell to the floor.
“I could hear how wet you were for me yesterday,” he said, as he placed his knee onto the bed.
I was frozen to my spot, wondering what he was going to do next.
“Are you wet for me now, Delia?” he purred.
I watched him dip between my legs, his eyes peeking up from between my thighs. I watched him carefully as his back twitched with effort, tossing my legs over his shoulders. He wasted no time in licking a thick stripe up my pussy. folds
I moaned as my back fell to the bed, my hands racing to his hair.
I gripped him tightly and pulled him into me. His tongue cast me into a world I didn’t know existed. He parted my folds and I could feel myself growing wetter as his tongue lapped at my entrance.
His nose was nuzzling my clit, causing me to jump and wiggle as his hands pressed into my hips. I felt his fingertips sinking into my skin, causing me to moan loudly. His tongue lapped up the length of my pussy, gathering my arousal onto his tongue as he slurped me down. I could feel my fingertips curling deeper into his scalp, tugging on whatever part of him I could grasp as my hips rolled into his lips.
“Shit,” I said with a whisper. “Drake.”
“Oh, I’m sure we could be louder than that,” he said.
He licked me deeply and my moans grew to agonizing volumes. My back bowed, and my legs grew taut. I felt that deep burning sensation overtaking my body. My lips puckered as his tongue flicked my clit at lightning speed, and I felt my lungs being robbed of breath.
“Drake. Please. Oh, fuck. Please.”
He moaned into me and it threw me over the edge. His tongue raked against the spot that sent shivers down my spine. I shuddered against his skin as he smiled into me, chuckling into my pussy lips as he lapped deeper. Each lick sent me over the edge again and again, elongating my climax into a mind-dazzling length I’d never experienced before.
I collapsed to the bed, heaving for breath as silver stars burst in my vision.
“I was right,” Drake said as he gave me one last lick. “You do taste good ll.”
I was shivering as he kissed up my body, my skin experiencing him for the first time. His lips wrapped around my nipple as he descended between my legs. I could feel his cock jumping against my skin. Holy fuck, that thing was massive. How in the hell was he going to fit?
Drake’s lips came down onto mine as I tasted myself on his skin. It unlocked something in me. I threw my arms around him and licked his lips, loving the taste of my arousal on the sweaty saltiness of his skin.
I rolled him over and kissed down his body, quickly making my way to his cock. I hadn’t ever given a blow job before, but I knew the basic premise. I settled between his legs and looked up at him, his eyes watching me closely as I stuck my tongue out. I licked from the base of his cock to his tip, gathering a bit of his pre-cum onto the tip of my tongue.
But after that, I was lost.
“Just do what I say,” Drake said, “I won’t steer you wrong.”
I nodded as I kissed the tip of his dick, pulling a hiss from between his teeth.
“Why don’t you wrap those pretty little lips around it?” he asked.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took him in until I gagged.
“Don’t hurt yourself. Just as much as you can handle. Once you’re there, wrap your hand around the rest of it.”
For a man who wanted control, he sure wasn’t taking advantage of the situation. I could feel his legs shaking with need, but he was keeping his hips completely still. I situated myself over his cock, my lips already swelling around him. He groaned at the sensation and I got an idea as I wrapped my hand around his cock.
I pumped with my hand and sucked at his tip. I rolled my tongue around it, pulling more of that salted cum from his body. One hand of his was on his chest and the other was wrapping up in my hair, guiding the pace he wanted my mouth to keep. My cheeks were hollowed out from sucking and my hand was cramping around his girth. My jaw ached and my lips were swollen with exertion.
“Oh yeah, Delia. Just like that.”
I released my neck and let him bob my head on his cock. My hand stayed put, squeezing the base of it as his legs began to shake. His groans would turn to grunts and his gasps would turn to moans. I watched his body flush. I watched his eyes screw shut in pleasure. I watched his body roll into my mouth as his cock pierced my gag reflex, causing tears to rise to my eyes. His grip tightened in my hair as my tongue kept lapping at him, my body trying desperately to bring him the release he sought.
“Do you wanna taste me, Delia?” he asked.
I nodded against his cock, not knowing where the desire was coming from as his hips reared off the bed.
He grunted as his legs pulled taut. His hand curled deep into my hair as his nails scratched against my scalp. I could feel his cock pulsing against my teeth, growing bigger as hot threads of cum pumped into my mouth. I gagged at the texture as I forced myself to swallow him down, drinking every drop of him as he collapsed back onto the bed.
He was heaving with exhaustion as a light sheen of sweat gathered on his chest.
His hand pulled my mouth from his cock with a pop as I sucked in a large breath of air. My jaw was quivering, but the glassy look in Drake’s eyes put a smile on my face. He had this goofy, lopsided little smile and he looked relaxed.
For the first since I had met him, he actually look relaxed.