EroticReverie

*commissioned*

Madison

Ryder holds my hand as we walk to stage and the screaming of the fans is deafening as the lights for their set come on and Mark , Carter and Pheonix take their places on stage. Girls screams fill the arena, and whistles pierce the crowd, males cheering and Ace walks out taking his spot at the front, leaving Ryder's open. 

Ryder turns to me and smiles and I can't help but smile, the guys on stage strumming and testing their equipment and starting right into the first song, playing the instrumental part before Ace starts to sing the first verse. 

Ryder cups my face and leans down and plants a kiss, hard on my mouth, and I greedily part my lips, feeling him smile before his mouth opens for me and I skim my tongue over his and lick his hot mouth.

"After that little performance back there, You're getting fucked hard tonight Dove." he says loudly enough so I can hear. I smile and kiss him hard again as he tries to pull away, I pull him back, stealing another quick kiss and he winks, then turns, looking back at me as he jogs out onto the stage, making the arena erupt even louder as he picks up his guitar , slinging it over him and starting right into the song and putting his mouth to the mic and joining in on the next verse. 

-

Every few songs, he comes over, kisses me, touches me and I inhale his sweat, clinging to him , stealing his mouth before he runs back out on stage to continue the next few songs. 

The entire night I'm hypnotized by him, barely looking at the crowd or the other guys, my eyes on him the entire time. 

The fact he can stand there next to Ace, the fact he can act as though his own band member hasn't completely sabotaged his life , just makes me realize how strong he is. Overcoming what he has already, and continuing to make it through even after learning the betrayal of two of his band mates. 

I watch him as he works the crowd, and he's so fucking magnetic, and when I do part my eyes from him to look at the crowd, it seems like all eyes on him, girls wanting him, guys wanting to be him. 

Mine. I think to myself. Ryder Reed Warner, one of the most famous men on the planet, is mine ? I laugh slightly in disbelief that I found myself here. That I found myself falling in love with a rockstar after only a few days. My heart swells with the reminder that he promised me everything, and I believe him, I believe every word of what he promised. 

When the show is over , the encore is done and fans are left screaming for even more, Ryder walks off stage, picks me up like a doll, and I giggle, as he kisses me, walking with me, past the girls who have somehow snuck backstage, waiting for the guys to come off stage. 

Ryder doesnt stop, instead takes me back to the room and shuts the door, locking it, and then takes me to the couch.

Within minutes my clothes are off, and Ryder is between my legs, his fingers inside of me, his tongue dragging over my clit. I arch my back as I spread myself wider, feeling his sweaty face against my pussy and his fingers pumping into me, curling inside of me. 

We don't even talk. We just fuck. Once I cum for him, Ryder takes me right there on the couch, his cock fucking me like he owns me, using me and filling me with cum. He takes me again on the counter next to the mirror , thrusting into me until I cum on his cock for him, then turning me over, and bending me over the same counter, and fucking me from behind. 

Knocks come through the door several times throughout the next thirty minutes, but we ignore each one, and my screaming lets them know that Ryder doesnt plan on stopping to answer the door. 

After he's cum inside me a second time, he grabs a cigarette and lights it and sits on the couch, as I walk over, naked and sit next to him. 

He smiles. 

"You were so fucking hot yelling at her." he says and I grin.

"you were fucking out there singing, playing guitar...making an entire arena full of women wet for you." I tell him and he grins. 

"I only care about getting one woman wet." he says and I smile and take his cigarette and put it in the ash tray and then climb onto his lap, grabbing his cock and he grins as I sink back onto him. 

"I want more of my fiances cum inside me." I tell him with a playful grin. 

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Ryder

Madison rides me like she was made for my cock, and she was, she really was. I think about her hot little moans as background to a song, writing a filthy fucking song for her, about fucking an angel. 

I grab her hair and pull her head back as my tongue goes up her neck and she groans. 

"I'm gonna cum" I groan into her neck and she bucks her hips wildly and moans, begging for it. 

---

Once we're done, as done as we can be, we clean up and get dressed and allow whoever is waiting to come in, inside. 

It's everyone, except Ace. 

"where is he?" I ask as they file in and sit down.

"Smells like fucking sex in here." Pheonix mutters as he plops down on the couch I just fucked my girl on. 

I ignore his statement. 

"Where's Carter?" I say realizing he's not there either. 

"They're both gone." Mark says and leans against the wall as he looks at Madison and then at me and gives a slight smile. 

"Carter made a mistake. I'm not even fucking mad at him." I tell them. 

"regardless....we cant have a functioning band if those two cant even control their dicks." Pheonix says.

"Well..to be fair...it takes two...and Layla cheated...they didn't." I say and they look at me. 

"Why are you making excuses for them?" Phoenix asks. 

"I'm not...I'm stating facts. I'm not mad at Carter, and I don't want him out of the band." I say. 

Everyone is silent.

"And Ace?" Russel asks the question they're all thinking.

I shrug. "I don't care either way if I'm being honest. It's up to you as far as he goes. There's pros and cons to him staying, pros and cons to him going. I wont be the one to make that choice. I'll leave it up to you guys. And Carter. But if he goes...it has to be unanimous between you four. If one person wants him to stay...then he stays." I say and they nod. 

"you guys have the next few days to figure it out amongst yourselves...but I don't want to hear shit about it after it's decided. Either way it goes. It ends. I'm not bringing it up again." I say and they nod.

"And for the next two days....I'm going to be busy." I look at Madison who blushes. 

"So dont fucking call me, or bother me." I say and Mark and Pheonix both grin, even Russell and Callie.

"I'm going to go now....and go home, and have sex with my fiance until the bed breaks." I say and watch their jaw drops.

"What?!" Callie yells. 

"That's....fast" Russell says. 

"Yep." I say and grab Madisons hand. 

"See you all in a few days." I say, leaving them without another word.

--

When we get home, we eat a small meal as we watch tv in the entertainment room, and we have it on the entertainment channel and we both stop chewing when we see Layla, a playback of an interview she did through skype for the channel, and we watch and listen as she does as she was told, and clears my name.

"Ryder was always a good a guy, I was wrong to think it could have ever been him, he's not that kind of guy. I was just hurt, I felt violated and needed someone to blame." She says, sniffling, putting on a good show. 

"She should have been an actress" Madison says.

I chuckle. 

"We found out who leaked the photos, and I just request for everyone to let me and my team deal with this as quietly as possible, and that everyone just knows, Ryder had nothing to do with it. He'd never share our intimate moments we had when we were in love." Layla says and I sneer at this. 

"Bitch" I grumble. 

Madison grabs my hand and lifts it to her mouth and kisses it. 

We watch the rest of the interview and then turn off the tv. 

"I'm tired." I say. 

She smiles. "Me too." 

Madison

It's weird to be laying in his bed, curled up next to him, my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat in his chest as I place my hand over the other side of his chest. 

It's weird that less than a week ago I told myself the last thing I would do would be to fall for any of the guys in the band when I knew I was taking the job. 

"Ryder?" I ask quietly. 

"Hmm" he hums, half asleep.

"I don't want to work for you anymore." I whisper.

His breathing stops. 

"I just mean,,,,I don't feel right being paid, while I'm with you."  I say.

His breathing resumes, coming out in a whoosh of breath that blows the fine hairs on my forehead. 

"But you're still keeping me sober." he says.

"well...yea....but I don't want to be paid for something a girlfr- a fianc--...a wife..."  say finally and feel his arm curl around me tighter. 

"for something that i am supposed to do, that were supposed to do for each other" I say. 

"alright." he says. 

I sigh in relief, glad it's not going to be an argument. 

"I'll start looking for jobs tomorrow." I say. 

"What?" he says his arm dropping and he sits up in bed. He turns on the light.

"What?" I ask in response looking at him.

"You're not getting a job. You're coming with me still...on tour....you don't need a job...I have more than enough fucking money." he says. 

I roll my eyes. "I dont want you to take care of me." I say. 

His brows pinch. "Why the fuck not?" 

I sigh and push up , sitting up naked and turn to him slightly. 

"Because, I dont want that....I dont want to use your money for things." I say. 

"Okay, but....what the fuck else would I do with the money I made to take care of my family, if Im not taking care of my fucking family?" he argues and I bite my lips together. 

"If I plan on putting children in you Madison, you can let me at least fucking take care of you...and them. You giving me that....makes us equal enough." he says. 

"And I'll sign a fucking prenup if you're worried about that shit." he says and I shake my head. 

"That's not...I just meant."

"I want to spend every second I can with you. Im glad you want to work, but selfishly, I dont fucking want you to..so that I can have time with you, as much of it as I can." he says and I smile. 

"Me too." I say. 

"Then be my wife....and let me take care of us...." he says looking at me and I can tell it's not a pride thing, or maybe it is, but it's just him genuinely wanting to care of me. 

"You'll want for nothing Madison....ever....I'm going to give you the fucking world."