Page 6 of SnowFyer (Roosters #8)

“Fucker!” she spat, her fingers going so deep part of her hand stretched her little pussy.

Scarlett arched to her hand, her other one going to her tits, pinching and tugging her nipples to his avid gaze.

“You’re delusional. I stayed because I love the music.

I want SnowFyer to succeed because the music is exceptional. You’re just a small part of that.”

“Maybe,” he acknowledged. “But I’m willing to bet you watch me every single day you’re here.” Seth pumped his shaft, moving to stand over her, so close he could come on her if she let him. “I bet you hungered for this --” he indicated his cock “-- like you hungered for your next breath.”

“You know what I think? I think you’re projecting your own need onto me. Just standing there jacking off wishing you could sink yourself balls-deep inside my pussy.” She gave him a little smirk. “You want me.”

He didn’t bother to deny it. He did want her and hoped like hell she wanted him too. Still, he managed to slide her a grin. “But do I want you as much as you want me?”

“You want me more. You can barely keep your hands off me.” She arched her hips, raising them to him as if in offering.

“I bet right now you’re wondering what would happen if you reached out and touched me.

Where would you want to go most? My tits?

” She squeezed one roughly. “My pussy?” She pulled her fingers from herself and sucked them one at a time like she was licking a sticky treat from them.

“Or maybe you’d just like to kiss me. To thrust your tongue inside my mouth like you’d do with your cock inside my pussy. ”

His hand worked his cock faster. He had to.

If not, he might just give in to the graphic images she painted.

“Perhaps,” he bit out. “But I bet you’re wondering what my cock tastes like.

Right now, you’re debating whether or not to take the head between your lips and suck the precome out of my dick.

Hell, I bet you even crave to swallow me down and take every single drop of sticky come down your throat. ”

Her lips parted on a gasp as she shoved her fingers back inside herself. Her other hand slid under her rounded cheeks to find her puckered anus. She circled her opening before using moisture leaking from her pussy to lubricate her finger and slide it slowly inside.

“Ah, that’s it, little hell hound,” he praised, never letting up on his shaft as he stood over her. “Are you imagining my cock in your pussy? Or in your ass?”

“Who says I’m imagining it’s you at all? Could be a random guy. Or someone I saw in a porno.”

He chuckled, though he sounded strained to his own ears. “You’re imagining me. Maybe me in your ass while I work your pussy with that dildo you threw at me.”

“Maybe I’m imagining using both dildos on myself. Who says I need a man to fill me up? I’m doing quite well by myself.”

“Sure,” he agreed. “But it’s much more intense when the experience is shared. I think you know that.”

“Just like you want to come when I do? Is that a shared experience?”

“Come with me. Find out.” Seth tried his best to keep the command out of his voice, to make it an enticement instead of an order, but he was very much afraid he failed. However she took it, he saw the exact moment she decided to take him up on his dare.

“Fucker,” she bit out again. “Doesn’t mean,” she gasped, “I want you,” again, “to fuck me.” Scarlett panted several more times, looking from his face to his fist as he pumped his dick over her. “Do it,” she hissed. “Do it!”

Seth felt his balls tighten painfully, preparing to jettison his come across her pale body. Just as he began to ejaculate, Scarlett let loose a scream, her hips bucking convulsively as her own orgasm overtook her. Hot, sticky come exploded from him, painting her skin liberally. Marking her as his.

Her torso bore his seed, pooling in her belly button and the little dip at her neck, and he couldn’t prevent himself from reaching to cup around her hand where her fingers were buried inside herself to catch any of her own come dripping from her pussy.

As her tremors lessened, Seth brought his hand to his lips, tasting her liquid heat he’d managed to gather.

Then he snagged her wrist, bringing her hand to his face, rubbing it over his shadowed jaw.

Marking himself with her come the same way he’d marked her with his.

For long moments they stared at one another, neither of them able to get the upper hand in their contest of wills. Both panted as if they’d run a race. Both sweated with exertion.

Finally, Scarlett jerked her chin at the door. “Get out. And figure out a way to close the fucking door.”

* * *

The next day had Scarlett tied in knots. Not only was she getting ready to make her first professional appearance, but she couldn’t focus on anything other than Seth.

She wanted him. She’d always wanted him, but now the need was so necessary she was afraid she’d beg him. Add to that this performance, and she was a nervous wreck.

As always, she turned to tuning her guitar to settle her mind and calm herself down.

She had her main instrument in her dressing room with her -- the double-neck twelve-string and six-string with standard tuning.

She also had two guitars with her first alternate tuning, and one guitar with a second alternate tuning.

The last six-string was a universal back up with an electronic tuner so she could easily and quickly tune it to anything she needed.

Five guitars -- all but the one in her hands in stands on stage waiting for her.

Two hours that would be the most important of her musical life.

She took a deep breath and set aside her guitar. It was time to get into costume. Hair, make-up, and, of course, leather were all a must. For this concert, she’d chosen a leather outfit custom made for her. The pants and plunging, lace-up top were the same fiery red as her hair.

The top fastened tightly just above her navel and was held together with laces that crisscrossed up her torso.

Her breasts gave the illusion of being barely held in place by the laces, and her nipples were just barely concealed by the eyelet holding the laces, but in reality the outfit was very tight and moved with her body perfectly.

Besides, her breasts were small enough to show an abundance of cleavage without overflowing.

But, just to be extra careful -- she had to be able to move on stage and this outfit just screamed “wardrobe malfunction” no matter how confident she was in its ability to hold her -- she had pasties the same color as the outfit covering her nipples.

It was a tank style with no sleeves so she had freedom of movement without stretching the garment too much.

The pants hit her just below her hipbones and were also laced.

This time, the laces started at her ankle and crept up her leg to the waistband so that a strip of skin a couple inches wide on the outside of her leg was exposed.

Naturally, panties weren’t practical. She wore ankle-high, black stiletto boots with silver-studded accents along the side and sole, completing her outfit.

She wore athletic tape to support her wrists and covered it with two padded leather bondage cuffs with silver hoops on the tops of her wrists -- out of the way, but unmistakable in their usage.

Her reflection in the mirror still looked like the same Scarlett… but with bite.

“Show time, Scarlett,” Arsen called, knocking at her door. “Time to go.”

With one last look in the mirror and a deep, calming breath, Scarlett caressed her guitar lovingly. “This is it,” she muttered to the instrument. “I’ll do my best not to let you down, and you won’t break a string. I’ll have no need of the backup, and you and I will finish this puppy together.”

More knocking on the door, louder and more persistent this time.

“Scarlett? Now would be a good time.” Arsen sounded a little anxious but amused at the same time.

Probably trying to keep it light when they all had to be more than a little nervous.

Introducing a new band member was always a highly stressful time.

Doing it on the spur of the moment with no real practice was unheard of and, in a lesser band, potentially career ending.

She opened the door and faced her brother. His eyes widened as he looked at her from head to toe, then looked away, his face going red.

“Holy fuck, Scarlett! Has Seth seen this outfit? Fuck!”

She lifted her chin. “There is nothing wrong with my outfit.”

“Except that there isn’t much of it,” he muttered.

With a sigh he stepped aside and let her head off down the hallway to the stage wing where she would enter.

Titan already had the drums beating out a driving, deep rhythm that just screamed head banger.

As she approached the point where she’d enter the stage, she heard Ra start up on his keyboard and Garrick kick in with his bass.

Ferris was soon to follow. Underneath the steady beat of the band, the crowd screamed with excitement.

She was next. She would start the band in their opening number just before Seth made his entrance on the secondary stage above the main.

There was an elevator that lifted him up, and he ziplined down to the front of the stage -- or into the waiting arms of the audience.

Whichever suited his fancy that particular show.

“That’s your cue, baby sister.” Arsen gripped her shoulders, seeming to sense she was a bundle of nerves. “You got this.” He gave her a little shake and a lopsided grin. “Give ‘em hell. Show Seth Snow what you’re made of.”

Joy bubbled up inside her. She was doing what she’d always known in her heart she was meant to do. With a grin of her own, she twirled away from Arsen and trotted out on stage, her fingers plucking out a heavy riff on her six-string.

She joined Ferris on stage, and the two played to each other, the swell of the driving metal increasing in volume and intensity until the upper stage exploded in a burst of pyrotechnics that thundered through her and flashed out across the dimly lit stage.

Seth seemed to burst up from the smaller secondary stage high above them to the screams and frantic wails of the audience.

Scarlett let her body go with the beat, losing herself in the music.

The rush from the first few bars was like an orgasmic high, and she nearly forgot she had a job to do.

Focusing first on Ferris and then Garrick, she pulled herself together and led the band through the opening bars several times until Seth was ready to start his part.

Everything went off without a so much as a hiccup.

Seth slid down his zipline, stopping just short of the crowd to the disappointment of the front rows of people stage-side.

The crowd was totally nuts. Scarlett had seen this first hand, but always from the other side of the stage.

She was either out front watching and enjoying the show or backstage fielding entertainment reporters and the like.

She’d never actually been in the middle of the action.

After the first song, she led them straight into the second. Which was when Seth got his first glimpse of her. He turned in her direction intending to approach her as he would have Arsen. Did a double take. She had the impression that the only thing that kept him singing was pure instinct.

His gaze was hot, possessive. Like nothing she’d ever seen before.

Even the previous night, when he’d stood over her naked body, he hadn’t looked at her this way.

Perhaps it was her being in his element.

Perhaps he’d always looked at her this way.

Perhaps it was her meeting his gaze boldly and daring him to do all the wicked things he so obviously wanted to do to her.

All Scarlett knew was that this show was either going to end before it really got started…

Or it was going to be electric…