CHAPTER TWELVE
“Time to start thinking about waking up, everyone!” I groaned, wrapping my arms tighter around Olivia’s waist and pressing my face against her shoulder in protest. I had no idea what time it was, other than too fucking early. “Radio interview in two hours, folks. Check in at the hotel in an hour.”
“Jesus fuck, Hannah, shut the hell up!” I felt Olivia shaking with laughter at the sound of Jules’ voice from two bunks over.
“If you’re not out of your bunk when we park at the hotel, don’t blame me when Ron dumps a bucket of ice on you,” Hannah countered. I started chuckling too, my hands wandering up to Olivia’s tits, naked under the sheets and blankets.
“Check-in at the hotel in one hour,” I murmured lowly in her ear. “That’s enough time to fool around and get a cup of coffee.” I rubbed my thumb against her nipple slowly, back and forth until it hardened under my touch. “What do you say?” Olivia squirmed against me, a soft half-moan leaving her lips. Her hips pushed down, her ass rubbed against my already hardening cock.
“Everyone---everyone is going to know what we’re doing,” she said, her breath catching in her throat as I let my other hand slide down between her legs.
“Not if you’re quiet,” I pointed out, nibbling at the sensitive skin just under her ear.
“They’re like…five feet away,” Olivia murmured, even as my fingers slipped and slid between her slick folds.
“You’re already turned on,” I told her, keeping my voice playful. “I mean, if you enjoy waiting until we get to the hotel…” I nipped at her earlobe. “I’m fine with letting you get dressed and taking care of myself…and watching you squirm in the lounge while you try to pretend like you’re working…”
“You’d jack off with the rest of the guys less than five yards away from you?” Olivia’s voice rippled with amusement; she shuddered as my fingers found her clit and started rubbing.
“I’d jack off with them in the same room,” I told her. “In fact, I’ve done it. We had to share hotel rooms last tour.” Olivia chuckled, a soft little moan leaving her throat as she began to move, rubbing against me, trying to get better contact with my fingers against her clit.
“If—if I didn’t have…really…really good evidence—to the contrary,” she said, panting, “I’d think…there was something to those rumors…” I laughed, sliding one finger inside of her slowly.
“No privacy on a tour,” I told her, working my finger in and out slowly, feeling her muscles flex around me. “I told you that the other day.”
“When you had me up against a wall…backstage…” Olivia shook her head. “Good thing I was wearing a skirt.”
“Why do you think I got you that way?” I slid another finger inside of her. “Much, much easier than sneaking back to the bus.” I turned her face towards me and kissed her on the lips. “Come on, Liv. I can feel how much you want this.” My thumb swiped against her clit, and her muscles tightened around my fingers inside of her, clamping down. “Everyone already knows we’re fucking.” I felt her hesitate for just a second longer; but then she turned in my arms, looking up into my eyes.
“If you make me scream, I’m going to write an article about you being the gayest gay man ever,” she told me, her lips twitching with the start of a smile. I laughed and slid my fingers out of her, covering her body with my own and bringing my mouth down to hers. I kissed her hungrily, shifting down between her legs.
“I’ll save making you scream for the hotel. After the show.” I guided the tip of my cock up against her, rubbing up and down along her labia. I could hear the guys tumbling and climbing out of their bunks, but Olivia’s wet heat felt way too good against my throbbing, aching-hard cock. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and thrust into her slowly, filling her up inch by inch. Olivia moaned, pressing her face against my neck, her arms tightening around me as I slid deeper and deeper inside of her. “See? You can’t expect me not…not to try for this…when you feel this good,” I murmured, my lips right up against her ear. I dipped down to her throat, kissing and nipping and nibbling as we both started moving together.
Olivia kissed me over and over again; she buried her face against my neck, against my shoulder, even as she pushed her hips down against mine, meeting every thrust, taking me deeper while her muscles rippled around me. Her legs wrapped around me, her knees moving up to my ribs, and I started gradually moving faster and faster inside of her. I let my mouth wander all over her face, neck, and chest; I latched onto one nipple and then the other, sucking and licking. Olivia twisted and writhed underneath me, her fingernails digging into my back. I could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm, the tension mounting in her body. I wanted—needed—to hold back just long enough to feel her start to come. I held back as I thrust harder and faster inside of her, kissing her over and over again, swallowing down her moans and the little muffled cries that left her throat.
All at once I felt the tension hit its highest point and then she shuddered underneath me. The last of my self-control dissolved as I felt her muscles clamping around me, flexing in fast spasms that made it impossible for me to hold back. I groaned against her lips, waves of pleasure coursing through me as I came deep inside of her. I kept moving for as long as I could, thrusting hard and fast as my whole nervous system crackled with orgasm. Finally, the spasms started to abate, and I half-collapsed on top of Olivia, barely holding myself up on elbows and knees.
“Hey! Nicky, Liv! Get out here before the coffee’s all gone,” Alex called from the lounge. I laughed, shaking my head, and pressed a lazy kiss against Olivia’s cheek.
“See? No privacy.”