A FILTHY Christmas (Filthy Line Book 6) Page 7

I kept my eyes shut and started moving my fingers faster. And harder.

  There was only one thing I was able to whisper as the wine kept me drunk and my fingers kept me pleasured.

  “I fucking hate you, Shane…”

  11

  SHANE

  She was kind of driving me crazy.

  She stopped responding and I had no idea if she fell asleep or went to town double tapping her mouse.

  I smoked cigarette after cigarette and drank whiskey like it was water.

  I stood on the balcony and looked out at the city. All I needed to do was send one quick text to any of the numbers in my phone and I could easily settle my mind and urge.

  But I didn’t want to do that.

  I finally ended up in the bathroom, alone, in the dark, a cigarette between my lips, the cherry tip glowing as I pulled my dick out of my jeans and went to town on myself.

  Shooting a fresh load into the sink and turning on the water before turning on the lights.

  I watched the last few milk strands spin around the drain and felt disappointed.

  That load should have been in Lita’s mouth, on her tits, overflowing her belly button, or just filling up her sweet body.

  I went to bed annoyed.

  Half drunk.

  Coughing from smoking too many cigarettes.

  And still half hard as I couldn’t stop picturing Lita touching herself.

  I walked into the studio pissed off.

  Until I saw Lita.

  She was in the vocal booth, singing her heart out.

  Her vocals were turned up and I looked at the speakers.

  She was a damn good singer. Far better than being hidden on some track for Filthy Line.

  Hands grabbed my shoulders and shook me.

  “What’s happening, wild man?” Jay asked. “Staring at your new piece of pussy?”

  “What?”

  Jay grinned. “I’m actually jealous of you, Shane. You get to fuck the backup singers all you want.”

  “I’m not fucking the singers,” I said.

  “Just one singer,” Sab said.

  “Relax,” I said. “I think you’re all too far in love to remember what it’s like to get laid and then move on.”

  “Maybe,” Nash said as he walked into the studio. “But it’s fun to break your balls over it.”

  Dex wandered in next. He looked at me and nodded.

  I pointed to his hand. “How’s it feeling?”

  “Fucked up.”

  “Sorry, man.”

  “I had an idea,” Dex said. “I could get really high on pills and strum a guitar anyway. Don’t even plug me in. I just want to be on stage. Shane can cover me, right?”

  “Yeah,” I said.

  “That’s stupid,” Reed said.

  “So’s your face,” Dex said.

  “Whoa,” Jay said. “That was mean.”

  Nash started to laugh. “We all know Dex messed up his jerking off hand. And switch hitting is hard to do. Give the guy a break.”

  “I’m serious,” Dex said. “I have to play guitar.”

  “We can make it work,” I offered. They all looked at me. I showed my hands. “You guys talk about it. I’m cool with it. Dex can play what he can. I’ll keep things moving. Nobody will know the difference.”

  I walked out of the room to let the band argue.

  I went right to the vocal booth and stood there, arms folded, until Lita was done singing.

  When she looked at me, she took off her headphones and opened the door.

  She pushed by me and I touched her waist.

  “Thinking of me all night, beauty?” I asked. “Is that why you’re grumpy?”

  Lita looked back at me. “Get over yourself, Shane. You can’t have a one-night stand like a real rock star? What do you want from me? Do you think we’re getting married or something?”

  She knocked my hand out of the way and kept walking.

  I let out a loud hmm sound and that was the last I spoke with her until we were done recording for the day.

  She wasn’t even in the studio all that much.

  It was mostly Jay and I recording tracks and trading ideas, with Dex giving his input.

  He tried to hold a guitar and got pissed when it hurt too much.

  His theory on taking enough pills to play guitar wasn’t the worst idea… even though it could end up killing him.

  When it finally came time to bolt, the band offered to take me out for a night on the town. I politely declined when they told me the strippers were going to be dancing for a Christmas themed event. I didn’t need someone named Janelle with candy cane glitter on her tits asking me if she could sit on my lap and be naughty to get her present.

  Even though that did kind of sound perfect.

  I grabbed my guitar and left.

  Lita was outside and I lit up a cigarette, knowing it would annoy her.

  “For the record, I’m going to be at the bar tonight,” I said. “Don’t show up. Don’t act cool near me. It’s better if we keep our distance.”

  “Screw you, Shane,” Lita said. “I’m going out tonight.”

  “There’s a million bars around here.”

  “So you pick another.”

  “Wait,” I said. “You’re singing tonight?”

  “No,” she said. “My ride is here.”

  I recognized the driver of the car that was picking her up.

  It was her roommate.

  Maggie.

  When Maggie saw me, she waved.

  I nodded.

  I stick my dick in an oven mitt one time and Lita’s roommate is all horny for me now, huh?

  I shook my head.

  One thing I knew for sure.

  I was not missing the chance to see Lita sing.

  I nestled up to the bar and brushed half my body to Lita’s.

  She looked up and knew it was me.

  “How many drinks is that?” I asked.

  “Are you the police?”

  “Maybe. I’m on pussy patrol.”

  Lita turned her head.

  Not a second later, she threw her drink in my face.

  “How’s that taste?”

  “Not as good as you,” I said.

  The bartender rushed over with a towel.

  I wiped my face and ordered two whiskeys.

  I handed Lita one of the glasses.

  “When do you sing?” I asked.

  “When you leave,” she said.

  “Come on, beauty. I thought we were friends.”

  “We were never friends to begin with.”

  “So, you just used me for my cock?” I asked.

  “Exactly,” Lita said. She touched my face. “Isn’t that your dream?”

  I hooked my pointer finger through one of her empty belt loops and pulled her close to me.

  “My dream is you sitting on my face right here on this bar,” I said.

  “Keep dreaming then,” Lita said.

  She pushed away from my chest.

  I pulled her close again. “Don’t go too far, Lita. You need me.”

  “I need you? What the hell would I need you for?”

  “If you look to your left, you’ll find out.”

  Lita turned her head and gasped.

  A second later she looked at me again and kissed me.

  Her tongue was as fierce as the rest of her body.

  Trying to overpower me and take control of the kiss.

  Hell no, Lita. Hell. No.

  Her hips did a little wiggle move and my cock started to get hard.

  I wrapped my other hand around her body and went right for her ass. My fingers dug between her cheeks, over her jeans, and I dug hard.

  Lita jumped and groaned, breaking the kiss.

  “Don’t jump away,” I whispered. “You’ll blow our cover.”

  Lita gasped for a breath and looked to her left again.

  Blaze and some new woman were walking toward us.

  I felt Lita get tense and hurt all
in the same second.

  I put my hand to her lower back and kept her close to me.

  “Lita,” Blaze said.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked.

  “Been thinking about adding another guitarist to my band,” Blaze said. “So I’m scouting the clubs. What about you?”

  Blaze looked at me.

  I grinned. “My hands are full right now.”

  “I bet they are,” Blaze said. “Lita always carried around an extra curve or two with her.”

  Blaze side eyed his new woman.

  She looked skinny enough to fall through a sewer grate.

  Lita tried to move forward and I grabbed her back pocket.

  “See man, I don’t like a toothpick,” I said to Blaze. “You’re licking bones. You’re like a vulture. I like something to hold onto. Plus, when I’m eating her pussy, she’s wiggling and screaming so much, I need to hold her steady. I guess you didn’t have that problem, huh?”

  Blaze curled his lip. “Enjoy the leftovers.”

  “It’s not leftovers if you never made her come.”

  “Blaze has no idea what an orgasm is,” Lita said. “He thinks it’s a living thing. You know?” Lita smiled at me. “Like… like an organism…?”

  “Good luck up there, Lita,” Blaze said. “Hope you don’t fuck up when you’re singing.”

  Blaze walked away and Lita grabbed her drink and downed it. Then she downed mine.

  “Oh, that was bad,” she said. “What a stupid joke.”

  “The organism thing?” I asked. “That was rough.”

  “Fuck you, Shane,” she said. “I’m out of here.”

  Lita slipped away and ran for the door.

  I went after her and when we got outside, I grabbed her by the waist and stopped her.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “I’m going home.”

  “You’re not going to sing, because of him?”

  “I don’t need to sing. I’m done. Fuck tonight.”

  “Lita, stop,” I said. “Don’t let him win.”

  She pushed at my chest. “You don’t…” She lunged at me and kissed me.

  I kissed her back.

  “Take me home, Shane,” she said.

  “What?” I asked.

  “We can’t go to my place,” she said. “Not with Maggie there. It’s embarrassing still. Take me to your place.”

  “For another one-night stand?” I asked.

  “Is that a problem? I’m pissed off, horny, and I want you to fuck me. Tell me where you see a problem.”

  There were plenty of problems between us.

  But I wasn’t going to pass up another chance at having her for the night.

  12

  LITA

  He drove and I sat in the passenger seat, hating that there was time to think about what was going to happen. I liked it better when there was no time to think. I should have just dragged him back into the club and went into a bathroom…

  That made me shiver.

  Shane was sexy as hell, but I’m not sure if he was sexy enough to warrant dirty bathroom sex.

  His right hand held the steering wheel at the top and he had a grin on his face.

  He was so cocky.

  He knew it pissed me off. And it did, only because I knew if I hadn’t told him to take me home, he would just find some other whore to take home. In other words, his dick was getting attention one way or another.

  At least from me, I would get some attention too.

  Shane drove fast.

  Knowing the seconds were ticking away until we were back to arguing and not liking each other.

  The thin veil of hot sex was shaking, threatening to drop and expose both of us.

  He turned his head and looked at me.

  I lifted the middle finger of my left hand.

  We are not talking about this. I am well aware the only reason I want to fuck you is because I saw Blaze. And I am well aware that is toxic, bad for me, and a horrible decision. But I hope you know I’m trusting you to know that and I hope you don’t screw me over, Shane. Okay? Sex first. Talk later.

  That’s what my middle finger meant.

  Shane didn’t speak a word.

  So maybe he understood it.

  Then again if he actually did understand that…

  Maybe he was a better guy than I gave him credit for.

  At the front door, Shane spun me around and kissed me.

  He picked me up and pinned me against the door.

  His hips thrust forward and I felt his thickening bulge between my legs.

  Every part of my body - from my aching core to my broken heart - screamed YES! at the same time.

  I clawed at the back of his shirt, already trying to take it off.

  He opened the front door and carried me through his place.

  I didn’t bother to look around.

  I didn’t care about his place.

  It wasn’t the first time I was in a rock star’s home.

  There was no need to see guitars on the walls, records hung up, or abstract art with women’s boobs and nipples not so hidden. Or some painting that was supposed to be a waterfall, but it was pretty obvious it was a woman’s vagina.

  Shane knew how to kiss.

  That was for damn sure.

  He kissed me like we were actually together.

  There was passion in those kisses. A man who realized that kissing was a really important part to get to everything else.

  The way his tongue moved around my mouth…

  My boobs started to hurt a little. They felt swollen. My nipples scratched against my bra. My stomach fluttered. My inner thighs shivered. And my panties pulled against my wetness.

  Shane was too good.

  But… he was also perfect.

  No feelings. No commitment. No sticking around.

  He knew what I needed him to do to me.

  And I never had to worry about falling for him.

  I sat on the edge of the bed wearing nothing but my panties.

  I put my hands to the bed, leaned back and put my head back.

  His tongue and lips kissed loudly from my neck to my chest. As his mouth moved over my left breast, I let out a groan.

  My right hand moved and touched my right hip.

  My fingertips moved over the curve of my body.

  Slowly, my hand began to squeeze… my own skin…

  My teeth chattered as Shane’s teeth came together at my nipple and tugged.

  My left hand shot up to his hair and I pulled.

  He hissed as I looked at him.

  “No biting,” I said.

  “We’ll see about that, beauty,” he whispered.

  He looked down at my right hand.

  Before I could say anything, he grabbed it.

  “You’re fucking perfect the way you are, Lita,” he said. “Don’t let someone else get to you. And if you need to keep your hand distracted and busy, I have something big for you to play with.”

  He put my hand between his legs.

  Through his jeans I felt him.

  My body filled with warmth and my hips rocked left to right.

  Shane dropped his jeans and I caught his cock as it popped free.

  I was eye level with it.

  His beautifully smooth and thick shaft. Made for one thing and one thing only…

  Well, maybe two things.

  An urge went through me and I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the full head of his cock. My right hand cascaded down his hardness and I curled my fingers tight at his root. I gripped and pumped with my hand as my mouth teased him.

  I slowly opened my mouth and welcomed him into it. I stopped where the soft tip ended and pulled back. My teeth grazed that sensitive skin and Shane jumped and groaned.

  “No teeth, Lita,” he growled.

  I pulled my mouth away and looked up at him. “We’ll see about that…”

  Shane put his right hand to the back of my head and made a fist
in my hair.

  I moved forward again and took him into my mouth once more.

  I moved slowly, savoring his thickness. I took as much of him as I could, then used my hand to meet my lips. When I began to move my mouth and hand in opposite directions, Shane let out a long groan and gently began to thrust at me.

  I had him right where he wanted to be.

  And as good as he tasted, it wasn’t what I wanted…

  I moved my hand away from his cock first.

  My mouth was second, but as slow as I could go.

  Sucking as I moved back, so when my mouth came off him, it made a loud pop noise.

  I put my hands to the bed once more and licked my lips and began to inch back on the bed.

  “Now you’ve pissed me off,” he whispered.

  “And what are you going to do about it?” I teased.

  I kicked back on the bed again and Shane grabbed the backs of my legs.

  It tickled, but he pulled me with force before I could laugh.

  Then his hands were on my panties, tearing them like a piece of paper.

  I gasped and watched as Shane tossed my ripped panties somewhere across the room.

  He dropped to his knees on the floor and put his hands at my inner thighs.

  My jaw dropped as he dipped his head between my legs.

  The tip of his tongue cut between my wet folds and curled right up around my clit.

  My ass lifted off the bed.

  Shane drove me right back down.

  He moved over my body, pressing down against my mound, his tongue caressing my clit with purpose.

  Oh shit… oh… shit…

  The sudden rush of pleasure and excitement smashed into one another like a head on collision.

  Shane added more force with his tongue.

  My clit was so tender, his tongue so powerful…

  My hips began to shake.

  Shane growled.

  As if I needed more coaxing to explode with an orgasm, the tips of his pointer and middle fingers of his right hand touched me.

  I gasped and braced myself.

  Shane sank his fingers deep into me.

  My hands curled around the sheets.

  He curled his fingers and pulled back.

  His tongue curled around my clit, then flicked back down.

  I wanted to scream his name.