For justprompts Belva Plain Quote
How helpless we are, like netted birds, when we are caught by desire! -Belva Plain
Written for washthedoggie
It was late in the evening and everyone had settled in talking to someone or another. Peter was caught up in a discussion with the band’s promoter, no doubt something to do with photography. After all, they would need some to promote the new album. Jonna had disappeared and Rosie was a little worse for wear. Between Sere insisting she make drinks they share and everyone else bringing her drinks Rosie was really feeling the alcohol. She wasn’t a mess per say but she wasn’t quite as restrained either.
It took her some time to find Jonna who’d hid in the recording booth. His back was to her when she opened the door. She knew he was looking over the lyrics for the last song on the album and still fighting to get the chorus to sound perfect. It had been the only hang up in the recording process. There was only a second to admire the way his jeans clung before he turned around to see who was coming in.
Rosie didn’t say anything as she slid into the room and quietly closed the door behind. He looked good and with all the booze in her head she was thinking of things that she probably shouldn’t. Those jeans alone as he moved got her wet but the smile he got was one that could weaken her knees and tear away inhibition.
“Still workin’?” She came right up to him and placed an innocent kiss on his lips.
“Botherin’, you know?”
“Ya gonna get it. Ain’t supposin’ ta be workin’ today.” She grinned and slid her hands around his back, fingers dipping into his back pockets. Rosie pushed against him without thinking about it. They’d been on each other in all kinds of places they shouldn’t have been. Backstage, in the limo, on a charter bus... it all seemed everyday but Rosie hadn’t dared to try it at the studio. She’d never had the chance.
“Hadaway with you.” He was laughing though.
She knew that he was aware of where her mind had gone. There was a way to her when she was in the mood that a blind man could pick up on. The hands came out of his pockets and got a hold of his belt. She was opening it and intent on kneeling down right here in the middle of the room.
“Hey!!” He pushed at her hands but it was more show than go. “Gaan a beer.”
“Ya go sit darlin’” It wasn’t so much of a request but he complied without a fight. Jonna made his way to the loveseat and Rosie didn’t turn away until his ass was out of view. Her movement to the cooler was slow, purposeful and as she bent down she shifted to slide the dress up as far as possible. Jonna shifted position on the couch. She heard it and hoped it was because of the view he was getting of her bare backside.
Rosie stood and found herself looking out the blinds while she popped the cap. Peter was outside the window looking through the cracks in between the blinds. She didn’t show any acknowledgement but smiled while making her way back over to Jonna. She knew Peter wanted to watch her do anything, especially when it was sexual or naughty. This was about to become both.
Rosie knelt down between Jonna’s legs and leaned forward to get a kiss before letting him take the beer. She leaned forward into his lap but all she could think about was sucking him, right here, right now, regardless of who was or was not watching. Rosie went back to undoing Jonna’s pants. He cocked a brow, laughed but didn’t protest. She shifted and moved so that if Peter was still there, still watching, he’d get the show of his life. Some part of her really wanted him to see what she was doing.
She always started by giving Jonna a few good licks but soon she was lost in the motion and taste. By the first full suck his hand was there in her hair, pushing and encouraging her. She didn’t require any of it but the persistent pressure caused Rosie to quiver. She felt his touch drifting on her skin but she couldn’t think about it. The heat and throb in her own body was rising to a fever pitch. Her intention was a quick suck and a little show but that wasn’t going to sedate her.
Rosie stopped abruptly. Jonna cursed but only until Rosie started crawling up into his lap. Straddling his lap she reached up and untied her dress from behind her neck. She took a chance, glanced back and could still see there was someone outside the window and the partially closed blinds. Rosie hoped it was Peter as she let the front dress fall. Whoever was out there would have a good view of her partially bare ass. If it was Peter he’d know Jonna was getting a full view of those curves, bared.
Jonna said something Rosie didn’t catch and it was forgotten as soon as she lowered into his lap. They both forgot. Rosie planted her hands on the back of the couch and started pushing, fast, needy. Jonna nipped her between her breasts and she couldn’t stop the cry. Thankfully the booth was soundproof because Rosie couldn’t be quiet. Jonna wasn’t so keen on quiet either. Whatever he said was lost. She wanted to go for hours but only minutes passed before Rosie came.
Jonna hadn’t and he pushed her. It was an easy signal to Rosie and she obliged by climbing off and laying back on the loveseat. He had her legs, pushed them up and was taking her again. She couldn’t even think straight but the idea that they were being watched was too hot to ignore. She tugged at Jonna. She wanted a kiss. Her legs pressed down until his lips hit hers. She grabbed him, felt his hat fall off and then took a kiss. It was deep, tongue intensive; the kind anyone was reluctant to break from.
The kiss stopped and Rosie tensed up knowing Jonna was ready to break. She clawed him by accident when one rough slam took her again. He must have cum while she was lost in her own. That grin and flushed cheeks was all she needed to see. Rosie leaned up and pecked his lips as he sat back.
“Killing me pet.”
Rosie sat up smiling. She knew what those words meant. Rosie giggled and started tying up her dress again. “Should getta seein’ your guests ‘gain ‘fore come lookin’ for ya too.”
After her dress was secure she leaned over his lap and carefully put him back in his pants. They were so tight and she let her hands play circles over his legs. She could do with some more but there was always later. Most likely because he was a singer, his breathing always came under control first. His hand was up her leg by the time he finally stood up to leave. She could have kicked him for the way he bent down to get his hat off the floor in front of her. Rosie watched him walking then followed him. The door closed and she watched out the glass, pulling at the blinds to watch Jonna go out and join Angus. The way the guitarist and singer reacted made Rosie giggle. Jonna was caught, Angus always knew when they’d run off.
As she watched her mind settled on Peter watching them. She wished he would have came in to join in. Rosie couldn’t believe she thought of it but the turn on was obvious. She had always got off on the idea of being with more than one partner. Gender had never been an issue but at the moment it was two men she was thinking of.
A snapping sound brought her attention into the room. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Peter there with the camera. He must have got in through the sound booth and started taking pictures. Rosie kept her eyes on him then looked away. She knew now, from the bulge in his pants, that he had watched them. Her body was tense and she wanted Peter to just come over and take her. It was as close as she would probably get to the fantasy.
It was all clear in her mind. She was down on Jonna, had him near to an orgasm with firm flicks of her tongue. Peter had walked in on them. She didn’t see him. The touch of his hands was the first clue there was someone else with them. The fingers exploring how wet she was from sucking Jonna.
Rosie glanced back at Peter who was still taking pictures. She smiled wanting him to at least touch her. It was his fingers in the fantasy after all. He could oblige her the touch. He just took another picture. The act boiled up in Rosie in a stormy mix of lust and anger. She turned her attention back to Jonna in the other room.
Peter would be there watching Jonna take her. She knew he liked to watch. Maybe she’d suck Peter, maybe not, while Jonna had her. Either way Jonna would leave the room and Peter would get a hold of her after being riled by what he’d just watched. She belonged to Jonna though and he had a jealous streak at times. When he would come back she’d be forced to her knees, forced to suck him again.
Rosie moaned quietly, pressing to the door. Why couldn’t Peter just come over and take her now? When she looked back Peter was getting himself a drink. For a second, Rosie wanted to walk over and slap him. Didn’t he know she wanted him? Furious with his ignorance Rosie let her mind go back to the fantasy.
Jonna had Peter strip her of what she wore in the fantasy. It was the tearing of her dress in the rush and Jonna watching that turned her on. She couldn’t help it. Peter shoved her naked to her hands and knees. Jonna had her again.
She couldn’t even think about the fantasy anymore. Peter hadn’t touched her. Rosie finally turned from the door to face Peter and his lopsided smile.
“I HATE YOU!” She screamed it at him. The feeling inside had to go somewhere and since he hadn’t done anything he got the anger. Peter’s expression turned confused but Rosie didn’t care. The door opened.
Jonna was there looking between Rosie and Peter. With both of them in the sound proofed room Rosie almost crumpled to the floor. Her thighs were slick nearly to the knees and she stopped breathing. Rosie shifted her gaze between the two men. If only they’d both jump her right now. She’d give in, give them anything they wanted. Breathing finally returned. Peter still seemed confused.
“Eh?” Jonna spoke but Rosie didn’t acknowledge it. “Hey. Hinny.”
When Jonna touched her to get her attention Rosie gasped. She thought she might get off right there in front of them without sex or anything else. She could smell both of them. The cologne, whiskey, cigarettes and sweat. It seemed to take her one step closer to orgasm. Rosie thought she was going to faint.
In an act of sheer instinct she rushed out of the room. Anything, anything at all to get away from them being in the same room together. Rosie went outside and sat on the stoop of the studio. She couldn’t get the idea of them both in that sound proofed room with her out of her mind. The fantasy was still playing in her mind. By the end of the night she was sure she’d either be acting it out or insane from it.
Written for washthedoggie
It was late in the evening and everyone had settled in talking to someone or another. Peter was caught up in a discussion with the band’s promoter, no doubt something to do with photography. After all, they would need some to promote the new album. Jonna had disappeared and Rosie was a little worse for wear. Between Sere insisting she make drinks they share and everyone else bringing her drinks Rosie was really feeling the alcohol. She wasn’t a mess per say but she wasn’t quite as restrained either.
It took her some time to find Jonna who’d hid in the recording booth. His back was to her when she opened the door. She knew he was looking over the lyrics for the last song on the album and still fighting to get the chorus to sound perfect. It had been the only hang up in the recording process. There was only a second to admire the way his jeans clung before he turned around to see who was coming in.
Rosie didn’t say anything as she slid into the room and quietly closed the door behind. He looked good and with all the booze in her head she was thinking of things that she probably shouldn’t. Those jeans alone as he moved got her wet but the smile he got was one that could weaken her knees and tear away inhibition.
“Still workin’?” She came right up to him and placed an innocent kiss on his lips.
“Botherin’, you know?”
“Ya gonna get it. Ain’t supposin’ ta be workin’ today.” She grinned and slid her hands around his back, fingers dipping into his back pockets. Rosie pushed against him without thinking about it. They’d been on each other in all kinds of places they shouldn’t have been. Backstage, in the limo, on a charter bus... it all seemed everyday but Rosie hadn’t dared to try it at the studio. She’d never had the chance.
“Hadaway with you.” He was laughing though.
She knew that he was aware of where her mind had gone. There was a way to her when she was in the mood that a blind man could pick up on. The hands came out of his pockets and got a hold of his belt. She was opening it and intent on kneeling down right here in the middle of the room.
“Hey!!” He pushed at her hands but it was more show than go. “Gaan a beer.”
“Ya go sit darlin’” It wasn’t so much of a request but he complied without a fight. Jonna made his way to the loveseat and Rosie didn’t turn away until his ass was out of view. Her movement to the cooler was slow, purposeful and as she bent down she shifted to slide the dress up as far as possible. Jonna shifted position on the couch. She heard it and hoped it was because of the view he was getting of her bare backside.
Rosie stood and found herself looking out the blinds while she popped the cap. Peter was outside the window looking through the cracks in between the blinds. She didn’t show any acknowledgement but smiled while making her way back over to Jonna. She knew Peter wanted to watch her do anything, especially when it was sexual or naughty. This was about to become both.
Rosie knelt down between Jonna’s legs and leaned forward to get a kiss before letting him take the beer. She leaned forward into his lap but all she could think about was sucking him, right here, right now, regardless of who was or was not watching. Rosie went back to undoing Jonna’s pants. He cocked a brow, laughed but didn’t protest. She shifted and moved so that if Peter was still there, still watching, he’d get the show of his life. Some part of her really wanted him to see what she was doing.
She always started by giving Jonna a few good licks but soon she was lost in the motion and taste. By the first full suck his hand was there in her hair, pushing and encouraging her. She didn’t require any of it but the persistent pressure caused Rosie to quiver. She felt his touch drifting on her skin but she couldn’t think about it. The heat and throb in her own body was rising to a fever pitch. Her intention was a quick suck and a little show but that wasn’t going to sedate her.
Rosie stopped abruptly. Jonna cursed but only until Rosie started crawling up into his lap. Straddling his lap she reached up and untied her dress from behind her neck. She took a chance, glanced back and could still see there was someone outside the window and the partially closed blinds. Rosie hoped it was Peter as she let the front dress fall. Whoever was out there would have a good view of her partially bare ass. If it was Peter he’d know Jonna was getting a full view of those curves, bared.
Jonna said something Rosie didn’t catch and it was forgotten as soon as she lowered into his lap. They both forgot. Rosie planted her hands on the back of the couch and started pushing, fast, needy. Jonna nipped her between her breasts and she couldn’t stop the cry. Thankfully the booth was soundproof because Rosie couldn’t be quiet. Jonna wasn’t so keen on quiet either. Whatever he said was lost. She wanted to go for hours but only minutes passed before Rosie came.
Jonna hadn’t and he pushed her. It was an easy signal to Rosie and she obliged by climbing off and laying back on the loveseat. He had her legs, pushed them up and was taking her again. She couldn’t even think straight but the idea that they were being watched was too hot to ignore. She tugged at Jonna. She wanted a kiss. Her legs pressed down until his lips hit hers. She grabbed him, felt his hat fall off and then took a kiss. It was deep, tongue intensive; the kind anyone was reluctant to break from.
The kiss stopped and Rosie tensed up knowing Jonna was ready to break. She clawed him by accident when one rough slam took her again. He must have cum while she was lost in her own. That grin and flushed cheeks was all she needed to see. Rosie leaned up and pecked his lips as he sat back.
“Killing me pet.”
Rosie sat up smiling. She knew what those words meant. Rosie giggled and started tying up her dress again. “Should getta seein’ your guests ‘gain ‘fore come lookin’ for ya too.”
After her dress was secure she leaned over his lap and carefully put him back in his pants. They were so tight and she let her hands play circles over his legs. She could do with some more but there was always later. Most likely because he was a singer, his breathing always came under control first. His hand was up her leg by the time he finally stood up to leave. She could have kicked him for the way he bent down to get his hat off the floor in front of her. Rosie watched him walking then followed him. The door closed and she watched out the glass, pulling at the blinds to watch Jonna go out and join Angus. The way the guitarist and singer reacted made Rosie giggle. Jonna was caught, Angus always knew when they’d run off.
As she watched her mind settled on Peter watching them. She wished he would have came in to join in. Rosie couldn’t believe she thought of it but the turn on was obvious. She had always got off on the idea of being with more than one partner. Gender had never been an issue but at the moment it was two men she was thinking of.
A snapping sound brought her attention into the room. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Peter there with the camera. He must have got in through the sound booth and started taking pictures. Rosie kept her eyes on him then looked away. She knew now, from the bulge in his pants, that he had watched them. Her body was tense and she wanted Peter to just come over and take her. It was as close as she would probably get to the fantasy.
It was all clear in her mind. She was down on Jonna, had him near to an orgasm with firm flicks of her tongue. Peter had walked in on them. She didn’t see him. The touch of his hands was the first clue there was someone else with them. The fingers exploring how wet she was from sucking Jonna.
Rosie glanced back at Peter who was still taking pictures. She smiled wanting him to at least touch her. It was his fingers in the fantasy after all. He could oblige her the touch. He just took another picture. The act boiled up in Rosie in a stormy mix of lust and anger. She turned her attention back to Jonna in the other room.
Peter would be there watching Jonna take her. She knew he liked to watch. Maybe she’d suck Peter, maybe not, while Jonna had her. Either way Jonna would leave the room and Peter would get a hold of her after being riled by what he’d just watched. She belonged to Jonna though and he had a jealous streak at times. When he would come back she’d be forced to her knees, forced to suck him again.
Rosie moaned quietly, pressing to the door. Why couldn’t Peter just come over and take her now? When she looked back Peter was getting himself a drink. For a second, Rosie wanted to walk over and slap him. Didn’t he know she wanted him? Furious with his ignorance Rosie let her mind go back to the fantasy.
Jonna had Peter strip her of what she wore in the fantasy. It was the tearing of her dress in the rush and Jonna watching that turned her on. She couldn’t help it. Peter shoved her naked to her hands and knees. Jonna had her again.
She couldn’t even think about the fantasy anymore. Peter hadn’t touched her. Rosie finally turned from the door to face Peter and his lopsided smile.
“I HATE YOU!” She screamed it at him. The feeling inside had to go somewhere and since he hadn’t done anything he got the anger. Peter’s expression turned confused but Rosie didn’t care. The door opened.
Jonna was there looking between Rosie and Peter. With both of them in the sound proofed room Rosie almost crumpled to the floor. Her thighs were slick nearly to the knees and she stopped breathing. Rosie shifted her gaze between the two men. If only they’d both jump her right now. She’d give in, give them anything they wanted. Breathing finally returned. Peter still seemed confused.
“Eh?” Jonna spoke but Rosie didn’t acknowledge it. “Hey. Hinny.”
When Jonna touched her to get her attention Rosie gasped. She thought she might get off right there in front of them without sex or anything else. She could smell both of them. The cologne, whiskey, cigarettes and sweat. It seemed to take her one step closer to orgasm. Rosie thought she was going to faint.
In an act of sheer instinct she rushed out of the room. Anything, anything at all to get away from them being in the same room together. Rosie went outside and sat on the stoop of the studio. She couldn’t get the idea of them both in that sound proofed room with her out of her mind. The fantasy was still playing in her mind. By the end of the night she was sure she’d either be acting it out or insane from it.