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Chapter Four

It was the same routine. I followed them to the next city again, watched them perform as I danced and moshed with the next crowd of fans. But then instead of hooking up in the venue's bathroom with Scrim after the show per usual, he took me straight to the tour bus this time. It was like whatever was going on between us was slowly progressing into something more. Wow, going from fondling each other in a backstage bathroom to fucking around in the bunk of a tour bus? I know, we had quite the love story. My relationship with Scrim should be made into the next popular romance movie.

I soon realized that whatever was going on between us was only progressing faster because he had caught on to the crush Ruby had on me. Now that his cousin had his eye on me, Scrim naturally had to claim me and move things along.

And Ruby was in the bunk next to us, most definitely hearing everything we were doing. And I was pretty sure Scrim wanted it that way.

Ruby would overhear me getting pleased by someone else. I'd told him he wasn't allowed to pleasure himself for the next three days, and by god he'd better obey.

Scrim's bunk was dark. He dug his hand into my hair. He pulled me close to him, our faces touching. The touch was so gentle that it felt familiar. It was even soothing just to be held. "I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I met you." The words were unromantic, but he made them smooth. "I've been thinking about it every moment of every day."

I stared at his lips, watching them move. "Me too."

He brushed his lips against mine before he gave me a slow kiss. He kissed me with fragility, slowly coaxing me to life. With every brush of his lips, I felt warmth flood into my body.

He breathed hard into my mouth before he pulled my shirt over my head. He looked down at me with wide eyes, treasuring my body like a chest full of gold. He pressed his mouth against my neck and gave me a playful bite with enough pressure to make me wince but not enough to make me bleed. He unclasped my bra at the very same instant, making it slide down my arms.

My nipples hardened as his mouth nipped my neck. He gave me soft kisses before he sucked the skin aggressively, bruising it with his excitement. My hands automatically moved to the crooks of his arms.

His mouth moved to my ear, and he nibbled on my earlobe, breathing hard into my ear canal. His arousal was amplified. I could feel how much he wanted me. I could feel his desperation in his quiet growls.

His hands moved to my hips, and he undid my jeans before he yanked them off with a violent shove. He kneeled down to help me get them off. My hands moved to his shoulders and I held on for balance. He pulled my thong off as well, getting it past my ankles before he tossed it aside. When he rose to his feet, he eyed me with possession. I was entirely his for the night. He could stare and gawk all he wanted.

He pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly tattooed body. He looked too good to be real. He removed his pants and boxers next, proudly revealing himself. His cock was long and thick.

His fingers moved to my chin, and he lifted my gaze, forcing my eyes to lock with his. "On your knees." Power radiated in his voice. He'd taken full command of the evening. He was in full dominance, and I was in full submission. "Now."

I lowered myself to my knees despite the pain of the hardwood floor of the bus and waited for him to shove his cock down my throat.

He closed the gap between us, his hard dick right in my face. His hand scooped my hair, and he got a tight grip. "Suck me." His eyes darkened as he waited for me to obey.

A flashing thought of Ruby came to mind, just for a moment. Lick me, I thought about commanding him with my pussy in his face.

I cleared my thoughts and just did as Scrim asked. I grabbed the base of his cock then inserted his head into my mouth. The second it was inside, I tasted the pre-cum. It was salty and masculine. I ran my tongue along the base, feeling the bulging vein. I closed my eyes and took him into the back of my throat.