Chapter 125

"C'mon in girlies. This is theeeeeeee tour bus. Where we spend all our time and--" Alec cut off. "Look at that, see. All our time. Hey there Richie my man!"

"Al! What the hell are you doing on here?" He tugged down Elena's skirt as she tied the front of her shirt.

She glanced up at Alec, one beyond skanky looking women hanging from each arm and shook her head. Finally straightening her clothing she casually leaned against Richie and prayed Alec came no closer. "I wasn't told you did tours."

"We don't usually," Richie muttered. Standing up, he smiled. "Sorry, ladies. Me and the wife were um...we thought we were alone."

"No, that's okay," Alec interrupted the bottle blonde. "Cindy and..." he looked at the redhead, "What's your name sweetheart?"

"Mary," she said and twirled the end of a frayed hank of hair.

"That's right, Sinful Cindy and Metal Mary...these are my two new friends. They wanted to see how the other half lives." He glanced at Elena. "Hey there, mama. Sorry about the coitus interruptus," he laughed at his own joke.

Elena couldn't hold back the shiver at his voice. She wanted to call him the names on the tip of her tongue, crass, rude, nasty, but there were groupies and fans on the bus, even skanky ones so remained silent, her gaze dropping to the floor as Alec's eyes seemed to flare as he watched her.

Richie tried to smile, but he couldn't quite hide his annoyance. The redhead leaning on Alec was drunk and high. She squinted up at him, her hand sliding lower on Alec's belly as she licked her lips at him. Good God, Richie forced a smile then waved at the blonde. Her eyes were far too bright, but she seemed the most with it of the both of them.

"Alec, you said Jon would be here," Cindy, the bottle blonde pouted.

"Yeah, yeah...Jonny's got a bit of stuff to do, but he'll be here."

Richie rolled his eyes. Christ, how long was Alec going to keep up the Jon schtick. "Nice to meet you ladies, but we need to get back to the hotel."

"Hotel?" Cindy slipped away from Alec. "You said you sleep on the bus!"

Alec shot him a dark look. "We do sometimes, but the married ones get rooms."

Elena stood quickly, lacing her fingers through Richie's, a barely there smile managing to make it onto her lips. "I hope you enjoy the tour, sorry you missed Jon, he so totally left right after the concert." She pulled closer to Richie before kissing his cheek. "Shall we head out darlin?"

Richie hid his smile as he snagged the notebook before he headed out. "See ya, Al!" Richie said over his shoulder as they clambered down the stairs. "You are so bad, " he half whispered, half laughed.

She winked and laughed. "Yep totally bad. I wonder how long they'll stay now?"

"Depends on their level of clever," Richie sighed. "That blonde had the calculating eyes. The redhead was a mess. Even if the blonde doesn't get Jonny, she'll probably steal Al's stash. He's already half lit." Richie slid his arm around her waist. "Stupid shit deserves it. He's high more than he's sober lately."

She nodded and said nothing as they made their way towards the car that would take them to the hotel. "So what’s the plan husband of mine?"

"Damn fool interrupted my flow," he leaned down. "Or are you still flowing?" he said into her ear.

Her brows waggled as a silky grin played about her lips, "Oooh and wouldn't you like to know?" She wasn't flowing, not by a long shot, just being in the same room with Alec was like a dose of ice water, but she also knew if Richie so much as winked the right way or touched the right way she would start flowing and quickly. Question was how to fire him up into starting again.

She closed her eyes and nearly turned the wrong way when Richie went left. Damned if Alec showing up couldn’t always throw her off. She had to get back on track, Just one touch Richie, she plead inwardly, just one touch, erase the presence of that scumbag.

"This way, darlin'," Richie laughed and pulled her into him. Frowning at her stiffness, even here beside him he brushed his lips against her temple. "All right, Lains?"

She nodded as the light kiss brushed the stiffness away. "I am now. I always stiffen up a little around him. He’s just icky. Man he has no taste at all, how on earth do you..." her words faded off as they reached the car. Moving closer to him she glanced up and managed a smile. "I'm able to talk back now though, and honestly? Well I’m more interested in that flow you mentioned."

"Well, he ruined my tour bus fantasy, dammit." Richie lifted her onto the hood of the car. "Maybe I'll have to go with my car fantasy instead."

She glanced around totally sure there was a driver somewhere near, yet saw no one at all. "Wonder where the driver went?" She looked around again, her leg sliding up to wrap around his waist. "So car fantasy eh?"

Richie dangled the keys. "Driver is off duty, darlin' so I'm your chauffer." He grinned. "Would Madame like a ride," he waggled his eyebrows. "I'm good with the stick shift for a smooth ride."

Her arms lifted to his neck and pulled him in closer, her lips brushing over his ear slowly. "Hmmmm, I think I would like a nice long slow smooth ride."

Richie glided his fingers up her thighs, pushing her skirt up again as she hung onto his shoulders. "Nothing quite as sexy as a fine ass on a Mercedes Benz," Richie drawled. Pulling her forward, he rubbed his zipper placket along her center. "God, I can smell you," he buried his fingers into her hair and tipped her head back. 

Scraping his teeth down her throat he rolled his hips. "God, I want inside you so bad, Elena."

Her head tilted back, long strands of dark hair fanning out on the hood of the silver car. She knew the coming words would be understood in an instant, and knew that within seconds after that he'd be breaking the slight lace thong and she was ok with that. Not only that for the first time in her life she was ok with a totally public place, ok so the beach on the island was public, but for the pure wicked appeal a concert venue parking lot had that beat.

Opening her eyes she glanced up, a study in want as her eyes burned bright with need, "They're only panties."

He reached between them, the lace at her hip was stretchy and finely made. He traced his tongue around her ear, biting down on the lobe as he twisted the material until he felt it give. Pushing it away he let it hang over the side of the car. Dragging her closer he ripped at his buckle.

She reclined against the chilly metal of the hood, her eyes sparkling with the fire of passion and the pure wickedness of what they were attempting. This too was something she loved about her man, didn’t matter the time or place, when he wanted he wanted, and she damn sure wanted too. Her leg slid higher as the other leg bent outwards widening herself to his view. "Ohhh Pony.... where’s my ride?"

"Christ," Richie muttered and freed himself. He wasn't sure he was going to be able to go slow with her on display like that. He tugged her closer dipping the tip of his head into her cream. Clenching his jaw against the need to drive into her, he rolled his way through her sweet scent and rubbed over her clit. She arched off the car so he did it again, finding the heart of her with the silky edge of his cock.

She bit her lip as she flexed upwards, the metal of the car finally warming beneath her back. Her hands slid for purchase on the shiny hood as she tried to pull him in with the leg she had wrapped around him. "You're teasing me... naughty man."

"I would never tease," Richie whispered and slid himself halfway home. Stopping he retreated, closing his eyes against how good she felt. Open for him, slick and inviting, her eyes dark and glittering in the night, he didn't want it to end. Pressing another few inches inside he stopped. "God, you feel good," he growled.

She whimpered at his slow approach, while at the same time feeling every single thought she had stopping and starting in time with his movements. Slender fingers stretched up and barely brushed against his arms, her eyes moving to his serious and intent look. "Richie.. baby.. so do you..."

She wanted to pull her free leg up and around his waist, pull him in completely, but she knew he was driving this the way he was for a reason, so with a stuttered gasp she waited on pins and needles for his next movement.

He felt the beads of sweat slide down his spine as he held back, when all he wanted to do was drive into her until she was on the other side of the hood. "Fuck," he groaned and inched his way inside until there was nothing but her and him, no air, no space...the woman that completed him and the inky night. He leaned down, drawing her up kissing his way up her stomach as her shirt bunched at her neck.

Pulling out, he seated himself again in one smooth motion. Her small breasts jerked with each thrust. Coasting over her ribcage he covered her, the tips of her nipples digging into his palms as he cupped her. With his other hand he held onto her hip and drove in again and again.

She rose to meet his hips, her need raging beyond common sense. The smell of the chill in the air, the heat of the man, the sensual glide of his hard length inside her clenching muscles had her moaning, and when he dipped in and his lips touched down on her skin she threw a fist to her mouth to muffle the scream. "Jesus Baby!"

Leaning over, he caught her nipple in his mouth and stared into her eyes. Licking and sucking he kept hammering into her. "Come for me, Lains." His thumbs circled her inner thighs as he opened her wider. Pulling her knee up against his chest he turned her slightly, his head dropping back as he found that spot inside of her that made her shudder. Deeper, he plunged. "Come for me, Elena!"

Her entire body tightened, leg around waist, hands into fists, inner walls against man as a sharp cry seeped from around the fist jammed to her lips. Tears began a single track along her cheek as his words, his plea, reached deep within and called forth the response he needed. She shattered, like fine porcelain dropped from a high rise, falling into a mind blowing blinding orgasm.

With chest heaving she lay there, her eyes dazedly looking up at him, unable to so much as move, "good god, what other fantasies do you have?"

"Enough to last us years," he panted, his arms bracing against each side of her as he sipped from her throat. "God, you destroy me, woman."

She pulled in a deep breath, her smile languid in the afterglow. "You do a pretty darned good job destroying me as well."

His laugh was shaky at best as he pulled her up into his arms. "You deserve a soft bed, but man I had to be inside of you so bad," he whispered into her ear.

She scooted closer, her arms wrapping around him tightly. "Anywhere, Anytime, I only need you not a bed." She smiled as she spoke the words, her truth, all she needed was him, Buses, planes, beaches and hoods of cars in the night, none of mattered, place and time didn't matter. All that mattered was him, her shining light, her goofy color blind rock star of a husband. He was the one thing that kept her from being lost, or afraid.

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From the bus, he watched the two shapes in the night. The soft light of a security light lit her just enough. He could see her being hammered, fucked in the dark like the whore that she was.

He turned the least righteous of the two sluts he'd managed to bag tonight so she faced the window. Pulling her nylons down he stuck himself inside of her. Watching Elena get fucked had him torqued.

The blonde was hitting his stash behind him, snorting up his good stuff he was sure, but Michael would get him more. He always did. And if it kept her quiet, that was all that mattered.

His dick was hard for once, the speedballs left him embarrassingly soft sometimes, but here watching her he could get off. The redhead was just a receptacle. He wanted inside that, man. Inside that tight little piece that Richie had managed to marry. The redhead would do for tonight though.

He shot his load as he pictured Elena screaming for him, not the little sluggish whimpers of the slut in front of him. Elena. She should be his.