know about playing a tambourine? I’d only make a fool of myself. The couch was
plenty good enough for me. But Jack and Eric grabbed my arms and pulled me up.
you I’m crap.”
Jack grabbed me from behind and guided my movements. It didn’t seem that hard
but I wasn’t in any hurry to let on. Maybe it was my imagination but he did
seem to get himself into situations that involved putting his arms around me
quite a lot.
felt as if I could almost feel his heartbeat. His hand covered mine, prompting
me when to tap the tambourine and when to shake it. His other hand rested on my
waist. His breath tickled my neck and my heart felt lighter. I tried not to
grin too much but to focus on his movements.
followed his beat – shake, shake, tap. That was easy but, as the beat became
faster, we both moved, our hips swaying in time. Shake, shake, tap. And a hip
thrust on the tap.
thrusts became a bit more of a grind. He responded by grinding himself into me
and pulling me a bit tighter into him.
Then suddenly he pulled away from me.
leading in. I followed what he was doing. Soon, I got the hang of it and was
playing along with them. I shook my hips and tapped the tambourine against
them. I looked at Jack and he grinned back at me. A thrill went through me. I
was really doing this.
entire band. I’d worked with them to
create this. I bit my bottom lip to
control my smile but it was something awesome, this teamwork thing.
moving around, doing some sexy little dance moves, shaking my hips and running
my free hand down my body.
singing along with the melody.
distressed. Had his amp blown a
fuse? He’d stopped playing.
awestruck. Maybe I could do this, maybe I could have my own singing career. I’d
always thought I’d look great up on stage.
putting me off.” Eric smiled at me apologetically.
better,” added Spud.
sing. I could sing really well. People had always said so. They were just
having a joke.
head as though he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.
threw it at Jack. Then I picked up another and threw it at Eric.
rushed at me with the cushions, raining blows down on me. I covered my head to
block them. They knocked me back onto
the couch as I tried to wrench the cushions from their hands.
serious but I couldn’t stop laughing.
tickling me until I screamed. I tried to squirm away from him but rolled onto
the floor. He kept at it, pinning me down so I had no control. His fingers dug
into my ribs again and I squirmed and screamed until I fell on the floor in exquisite
agony. Even that didn’t stop him though. If anything, it seemed to encourage
him. He straddled me and kept tickling. I kicked out with my legs and punched
at him, trying to get him off me, feeling as if I’d pee my pants.
hair flopped in his eyes and his face was flushed. He relaxed his grip on my
wrists and I could’ve easily rolled out from under him while his guard was down
but I no longer wanted to.
just the two of us in the entire world. Every part of me became aware of him,
moving closer to me as though in slow motion. I bucked my hips, not wanting to
get away, but wanting to feel his body against mine.
hard and straining against the thin fabric of my dress. So hard that they
almost caused me pain. I wanted to feel his full lips pressed around them,
sucking and licking.
forgotten about the other two in the studio but became fully aware of my
surroundings and the floor beneath me, and the hard cock of Jack Colt pressing
into my leg.