Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
I should have stopped it. Stopped us from going too far. But I didn’t. Iggy’s touch was incomparable to any sexual experience I’d ever had. With Iggy, there wasn’t a rush to get off. My mind wasn’t in a constant spinning motion of doubt, destruction, and disaster. As he fisted my cock with his firm hand adorned with tattoos, a sense of ease and exhalation overtook me.
CHAPTER 2
Marley
“Fuck, did you hear them tonight? They were going wild,” Cain says as we walk outside toward the buses. Second show in Chicago under our belts and now we move on to the next city.
My eyes are too focused on the groupies and how Iggy is chatting them up to pay attention to anything Cain says. The high I had two seconds ago from the rush of the crowd and the music flowing in my veins like a potent drug fades into a brutal low that has me crashing violently.
I’ve always found it interesting how these women would do anything we want because we are in a band. For all they know, we look like ogres under the masks.
I divert my eyes quickly as Iggy nods to a redhead and jogs towards me. He doesn’t need to know how I watch him far more than I should. He slaps my back and I shiver. It’s always like that, my body reacting in inappropriate ways to my best friend from the slightest touch.
“That,” Iggy says, pointing to the blonde girl, “is Brandy or Candy, maybe it’s Sandy. Anyway, she’s hot and wants to fuck. She said she’s up for anything. You know what that means.”
That means she’d do anything asked of her by two rock stars. When we started fucking these girls, we’d push to see how far they’d go, and some of them went so far that I wasn’t sure there’d be any coming back from it.
“I’m thinking she’d make good sandwich meat. You down?” Iggy asks.
Sandwich meat. That’s what these girls have been for a while now. We used to fuck them because the high from coming felt good. We’d each get a few girls and let them service us until we had our fill. Then we’d kick them out and move on to the next town and a new fuck. It was fun fucking my way across the globe with my best friend, until the only person I wanted to fuck was him.
“Three,” I say.
Iggy smiles. “Three for you?” His hand moves into his black jeans and he pulls out a small baggy and waves it in front of my face. Blue pills. Viagra. “I think we can handle over three.”
I should feel ashamed that I’m known for fucking multiple people on the same night. My record is ten in a night. When you don’t need Viagra and take it anyway, it does wonders. I shake my head, refusing the little wonder pills. “Nah, man. I’m good.”
I don’t say no because I don’t want them. I do. There is a large part of me that wants to get lost in it all. To avoid the pain and the nagging, intrusive thoughts that pick at me until I forget who I am. That is the beauty of the drugs. They shut down the voices. They make me forget about the pain. At least, they used to.
Iggy shrugs. “Suit yourself.” He moves to toss a pill into his mouth, but I grab his wrist, stopping him.
“If you take a pill to handle three girls at your age, I’m gonna make fun of you for the rest of your life.”
The corners of Iggy’s lips tip up and his dark eyes get that mischievous glare. “Are you challenging me?”
I shrug. “At twenty-nine you should be able to bang a few times in the night with no aids.” I slide my eyes down his body until I land on his cock. “Or is the little man broken?”
Iggy’s free hand grabs his dick. “As you well know, there is nothing little about me.”
He shoves his other hand back and puts the pills in his front pocket. “I’m a little tired tonight anyway.”
As Iggy turns to walk back to the other girls, I grab his wrist once more. His gaze moves to where my hand is touching him, and I swear there is a zap of electricity that courses through me. We both gaze up and meet each other’s eyes. I try to swallow whatever lump that’s constricted my ability to form words. “Don’t bring all of them on to the bus. I’m not really feeling like dealing with a swarm of hangers-on.”
“Since when have you been about turning down pussy?”
“I’m not turning down pussy. I’m just turning down fucking an entire cheerleading squad's worth of pussy.”
Iggy nods toward my hand on his. “You gonna let go of my hand, or are we going steady?”