Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour #4)(32)

"That is so beautiful," he whispered. "You have no idea how much I want to slide my cock inside there."

She slid her fingers in and out of her slick passage, and Eric shuddered. His motions on her clit intensified again. 

"Come for me again," he urged. It took her awhile, but his relentless rub on her clit and her own thrusting fingers brought her to orgasm again.

"Damn, I'm so hard again," he muttered. "Woman, you're driving me crazy."

He fell onto his back and took his cock in both hands, stroking its length slowly. Rebekah had never had such gratifying sex in her life, and technically they hadn't even had sex. She lifted her body from the bed and kissed a trail down his hard chest and washboard belly. The man didn't have an ounce of fat on him. She supposed all that drumming kept him in good shape. He sucked a breath through his teeth when she planted a kiss just beneath his navel. When she moved between his legs, he released his cock and lay there in trembling anticipation.

"You don't think I'm going to suck your cock, do you?" she teased.

"No?"

"You wouldn't want me to go against our deal, would you?"

He grinned down at her. "Actually, yeah, I would."

"Keep stroking it," she said.

He started to rub himself again. She lowered her head to suck on the loose skin covering his balls.

"Ahhh," he cried out in protest and moved away.

"You don't like that?" she asked.

"Fuck yeah, I like that," he said.

"Then hold still." She loved his exaggerated response as she sucked and licked his sac. He was jacking off so hard that he was sure to spurt again in seconds. She drew one nut carefully into her mouth and sucked gently. He stroked himself faster, groaning in torment. She repeated the treatment on his other nut. It took him quite awhile to come, even though he obviously enjoyed every minute. When he finally erupted, she pulled back to watch him spurt over his belly. Even after he was completely spent, he continued to groan and tremble in delight. When she moved to collect his cum with her tongue, he released his cock and stroked her hair.

"Oh, baby, that felt so good."

"Then why did it take you so long to come that time?" she asked, finding his delightful juices in the middle of his belly and lapping them up.

He hesitated, pausing in reflection of what had just happened. "I don't know."

She thought maybe she did. Helping him with his problem was going to be a hell of a lot easier than she'd first anticipated. And as much as she wanted him inside her already, hers might be just as easy a fix.





Chapter 9


The next afternoon, the band caught up with the equipment truck and the other tour bus at the venue. The crew had arrived several hours earlier and were already setting up the stage. Rebekah picked up Dave's notebook and headed off the bus to help with assembly.

"You'd better get busy on those drums," one of the roadies said to her. "You're late."

"Late?" She followed the man up the ramp onto the truck.

"Yeah, late," he said. "Dave doesn't put the stage and lighting together, but he does set up the drum kit to get the mics right and that takes quite awhile. You'd better get busy."

Rebekah didn't know how to set up a drum kit. She had Dave's instructions on how to set up mics in strategic locations around a drum kit, but she had no idea how to assemble Eric's instrument. "I'm not sure if I'm the right person for the job. And I didn't catch your name." Rebekah judged the man to be in his mid-forties. A bit soft in the middle, he had a receding hairline and a few flecks of gray in his otherwise dark hair. He had a mean look about him, but probably because he was scowling at her.



       
         
       
        

"Marcus," he said.

Rebekah smiled brightly. "Oh, you're the other soundboard operator, right? Dave told me all about you. He said I could count on you if I needed help. I'm Rebekah." She extended a hand in his direction, but he ignored it.

Marcus snorted and pushed an equipment case toward the ramp. "We don't have time for a chat. Get busy, girl."

Girl?

Rebekah would have loved to help, but she honestly had no idea where to begin. "Just tell me what to do, and I'll get to work."

"I'm just the monitor engineer, boss. You're in charge. Figure it out yourself." His nose crinkled in displeasure, he pushed the case down the ramp, leaving Rebekah to stand bewildered in the back of the truck.

She had never expected this to be easy, but she had no idea that she'd be in charge of setting up the drum kit. She thought about calling Dave and asking him for advice, but decided against it. She needed to take responsibility and do her job. It was the job she wanted, after all. She set Dave's notebook on top of an amplifier and reached for the nearest equipment case. Putting her weight behind it, it creaked forward an inch after much exertion and grunting. The roadie with the blond mohawk, Jake, entered the truck. He chuckled at her.