EroticReverie

Fitz Saint

I was an asshole for knowing better than to let that groupie suck me off when Laney and I had just hooked up. 

I couldn't keep my eyes off her as we played on stage. While there we're hundreds of hot girls in the crowd I was supposed to be making swoon with smiles and winks as I stood on stage, feeding their rockstar fantasies, I couldn't keep looking to the side of the stage where Laney and her friends stood. 

She looked hot as sin in that dress of hers, and those fucking thigh high boots, but she also looked cute as fuck with the way she blushed every time I looked at her, making her eyes look down bashfully. I couldn't help the hard on I had bulging in my fucking jeans, thank god for the guitar hang just low enough to allow me to hide that shit. 

Brock, Laney's brother rolled his eyes when Brett our bassist and one of the singers, brought Laney and her friends on stage during one of oru more popular songs that they knew. DEvin the other guitarist waved Flora over to him, as Sheena bounced and screamed the words along side Brett, who was laughing, like we all were at how fucking awful she was, but the girl has the spirit and that's all that mattered. 

I cocked my head back looking at Laney, beckoning her over as I played the guitar , knowing she knew my part in the song. As she walked over I stepped back and she shook her head when I nodded to the mic. I lean into her ear as I play and the part comes up. 

"Get your hot ass up there and sing for me Laney" I say with a smirk as I pull back and give her a wink. 

She gives me the finger as I step further back, and I watch the men in the crowd look at her as she steps to the mic, angling it down and her hips shift as she stands , bracing herself, her feet spread a little and I grin at her stance. 

I'd heard her sing along with us before, and she had a great voice, a little raspy, and fucking perfect. The crowd was cheering for her by the second note she sang into the mic. Devin and Brett still singing their back ups to my verse, as Laney took the fucking crowd and put it the palm of her pretty little hand. 

Her hand dropping from the mic stand and her hands moving to her hips when the line in the song talks about the curves of the woman being lethal , and I chuckle to myself with a smile, playing my guitar as she smooths her hands over her own and then grabs the microphone again, and lets out an erotic sounding scream that usually plays in the background of the recorded version of our song. 

My dick fucking pushes against the seam of my jeans and the men in the crowd are hollering. I look over to Brett and Devin who are smiling as they sing and play their guitars when she goes right back into my lines after adding that l ittle gift to the song. I look over my shoulder at her brother, and I can tell by his tight lipped scowl he isn't pleased, but i know he'll get over it. He just hates the fact his baby sister just made every dick stand at attention for her. 

I watch as she commands the fucking stage, as if she does this every fucking night for a living like the rest of us. I smirk, as she lets out the last note of my verse and then the crowd cheers for her as I walk back to the microphone and give her a wink , reaching out and I place my hand on top of her head as I hold the neck of my guitar, I rub my hand back and forth , messying the top of her hair and laugh as she swats my hand away. 

She stands by me, the other girls still singing along with Brett and Devin and her brother pounding away on the fucking drums. I don't miss the way the guys are still fucking drooling over her, the girls too. Either wanting to be her or be on her. ditto ladies. fucking ditto. 

Laney bounces slightly as she dances to the song, and I keep singing into the mic, singing the chorus, then I back away again when my next verse comes and Laney this time, doesn't shake her head, hot fucking thing jumps right back into place , her voice fierce and her finger pointing at the crowd and playing them like a fucking fiddle with her killer smile as she sings. I play my guitar nodding my head as she sings, taking her in. Fuck, she's never been so god damn hot. 

I watch her pony tail swing and bounce, flip and whip around as she sings every word, not daring to change the feminine prounouns to male when the lyrics talk about going down on "her" , and she even points to a hot tattooed chick in the front row giving her wink. The guys around the girl cheering and I swear to god my dick almost combusts as Laney licks the fucking side of the microphone after the last word in my verse that talks about the girl essentially returining the favor, sending every fucking guy withing viewing distance into a boner coma. The devious little witch. 

I step back to the mic, smirking at her to the side of me as she's breathing hard an heavy, pumped up on the adrenaline and I swear to god, I think I may have just fallen in fucking love with my band mates little sister. 

When the last words are song, the last chord is struck. I introduce the girls, Sheen and Flora first, and then gesture to the hot fucking piece of perfection at my side. 

"Give it up for Laney Ainsley!" I say raising my hands, and clapping them whistling at her along with the men in the crowd as she laughs and blushes and waves. 

"This is our drummer Brock's sister, so don't even think it about it!" I yell into the mic. 

"OH IM THINKIN ABOUT IT" some older guy in the crowd yells and puts his fingers in his mouth and whistles. Laney scrunches her nose and laughs and then Laney waves again and looks to her friends who are high on the fact they even got to stand on a stage in front of this many people and she walks quickly off the stage, in a hot little run, pulling down on her tight little t shirt dress, and I don't bother hiding the fact that Im watching her walk away. 

We finish our set with our last song next. The crowd cheering for an encore, but not just any encore, cause they're screaming Laney. 

And erruption of "Bring Her Back, Bring Her Back" a chant started by the old man who whistled at her before she left the stage. 

I look to Brock, her brother and he just rolls his eyes and shakes his head and shrugs. 

"Laney, your presence is requested out on stage doll" I say looking over as she hides her face in modesty. 

"Cant let them down Laney" I say giving her a little frown, teasing her as she shakes her head. 

Her name being chanted again. 

"Get your ass out here"  I tell her as her friends push her and she stumbles into a walk as she walks back out, the crowd erupting, and I couldnt wait to kiss the fuck out of that gorgeous blushing face afterwards. 

"What do you wanna sing sweet ass?" I ask her in her ear and she laughs and shrugs. 

"Misery Business ?" I suggest the Paramore song I often heard coming from her room whenever at her house and she smiles and gives a nod. 

It was a bit lighter than our demogrpahic usually listened to, but who the fuck didn't like Paramore? 

"Can she sing a little Paramore for you?" I ask the crowd and they cheer and look to the guys. We knew the song cause Laney had made us play it for her sixteenth birthday party among several other of her favorites. 

I watch her start out, hands on the mic stand, and right before the chorus comes she pulls the mic from the stand and is performing her hot, adorable little ass off as she works the stages from one side to the other, singing to the crowd, bouncing around in her hot little dress and thigh high boots. 

When the song ends , the whistles of the crowd are piercing and the sea of people are hollering and screaming for more. Our time is up though and the final act of the night is on after us, so we thank the crowd , and I hand off my guitar to one of the roadies coming out to unhook our gear and start setting up the final band for the night on this stage.  

Laney's friends are squealing and giddy with excitement, complimenting her and telling her how hot she was out there.  Her brother Brock had seemed more loosened up by now , but I could tell he was still slightly pissed that we'd brought the girls out. 

I laugh as the girls don't even pay attention as we usher them off the side of the stage, while Laney's friends still shower her with their shrieks and compliments. 

Daniel our assistant is there to hand us in the band drinks as we get off stage, each of us taking a bottle of beer and walking off towards the tour bus area following the girls. I smile watching the high they're all on, and I watch Laney, the excitement stills haking her hands and her limbs as she talks to her friends about how nervous she was. 

"Hey Laney!" a voice calls from behind us. Laney and her friends stop, whipping their heads back and me and the guys turn as well. 

"Um, yeah?" Laney calls back, her eyes landing on two guys that are walking up behind us. 

As the tall blonde guy with more piercings in his face than I had fingers and toes, walks right through us four guys in the band to Laney, as his friend stops to introduce himself. 

It's the guys from Paraphenalia, and I can already tell that Laney's friends, and maybe even Laney are swooning under the lead singers attention. 

I ignore the guy with him, Garret, the drummer as he introduces himself to us. I keep my eyes on "Bones" the singer. The guys fucking real name was Barry. And he was too old to be fucking hitting Laney. I make my way over as I listen to him invite the girls to their bus for their "after party". 

Before the girls can even answer I step between him and Laney, turning to him, holding out my hand. 

"Name is Fitz." I say, but he knows who I am. 

"Yeah, sup Fitz, ..Bones" he says giving me his fake lame name.

"I  was just talking to your new lead singer here" he says and nods to Laney who gives a little laugh and shake of her head as he makes his little joke. 

"Our bus will be the one on the end there, the green one" Bones says pointing to the line of tour buses.

"Yeah okay, maybe" Laney says, and I don't take my eyes off Bones as he smiles around me at Laney.

"I'll be waiting Laney" he says, giving her a wink and nods to the other girls. "Ladies."  he adds and then steps back and looks at me. 

"Fitz" he gives me a small smirk as I slightly narrow my eyes and then her brother and my other bandmates walk over as slimey fucking Bones and his side man go off towards their bus and I turn to Laney as her and the girls discuss going.

"You are NOT going on their fuckin bus." I say.

"What?" her brother Brock says. "Nuh uh." he shakes his head at Laney. "No fuckin way, those dudes are fucking sleaze balls." he says backing me up and Laney rolls her eyes. 

"I'm nineteen Brock, you cant tell me what Im allowed to do." she says and then looks at me. 

"And neither can you." she says her eyes flaring and then narrowing. 

"Dont ruin her high!" Flora whines. "That was so fucking awesome!" she squeals about being onstage, and effectively deflects us from continuing the arguement about the skeeze balls afterparty. 

I smile at Laney.

"You were pretty great. Crowd loved you." I say and she shrugs and smirks , trying to be modest. 

"Next time you fuckers plan on danging my little sister as bait for an audience of drunk pervs, a little fuckin warning." Brock says. 

Laney groans and rolls her eyes. 

"Oh please" she says. "You're jealous" she teases him and he scoffs. 

We all laugh and joke as we walk to the bus,  Brock her brother going on first and then Devin, Sheena, Flora and Brett, all of them talking, not noticing when I take Laney's wrist and hold her back and she turns around and looks at me. 

"What?" she laughs and looks at my hand and then I take it from her wrist and grab her waist and push her up against the side of the bus, and I watch the sharp intake of breath that makes her chest heave upward and I dip my face down and bring my mouth to hers. 

She let's out a tiny surprised squeak and then her hands are up on my chest and then slipping directly behind my neck as she parts her mouth, giving me her tongue and I groan.

"Fuck" I mutter into her kiss as she kisses me hard and pushes her body to mine and I grab her hips.

"You looked so fucking hot up there" I groan into her mouth. 

"Fitz" she breathes sounding breathless as I move my mouth to her neck and kiss her as I slip my one hand down behind her and grab her ass. 

"Cmere" I whisper against her neck and slide my leg down under her ass to her thigh and then behind her knee as I lift her leg and hitch it up over my hip as I crouch slightly to dig my rock hard cock against her bare pussy as her dress slides up and she gasps. 

"Fitz" she whispers against as she gasps and I groan as I feel her hips grind against me and her mouth kisses my jaw and then she pulls my mouth back to hers as we make out along side the bus.

"Don't go to that fuckin bus Laney" I growl and she moans. 

"Jealous?" she pants. 

"Very." I growl , not bothering to deny it. I didn't want anyone touching her, or even attempting to. 

"Nobody get's to kiss this fuckin mouth but me" I tell her and she moans and bites my lip. 

"Why's it matter?" she pants. "we're just hooking up for the weekend" she says and I dig harder into her and watch her head go back with a gasp and she whimpers. 

"Because I fuckin said so." I say and then dip my head down, and bite her collarbone and she hisses.

"Shitty fucking reason Fitz" she pants as her hips grind against me faster and she moans, and I know that hot pussy of hers is getting the crotch of my jeans wet. 

"maybe I wanna be his groupie, suck his cock like that girl sucked yours" she says and I growl. 

"knock it off, no you dont."I snarl.

"I do" she moans. "I wanna suck him off and make him cum in m-"

She yelps when I pull her from the side of the bus and slap my hand hard over ass. 

"ow fuc-" I cut her off with a searing kiss and pick her up.

"behave" I growl. 

"make me" she whispers and I groan into her mouth as I slam her back against the bus and she starts to buck against me and I grin. 

"Dude." I hear a voice, both me and Laney gasp and turn our heads. Both exhaling in relief. We hadn't even heard Brett come off the bus.

"We were just..um" Laney says as I drop her to her feet gently and she tugs down her dress righting it and clearing her throat.

Brett throws his hands up. "Don't wanna know." he says. "I didnt see shit." Brett says and then looks at me. 

"But im gonna do you a fucking favor, and tell you to get your ass on the bus, and keep your hands off Brocks little sister before you fuck up the band." Brett says. 

"Sorry Laney" Brett says and she blushes. 

Laney shakes her head, embarrassed and maybe feeling a little guilty, she doesnt even look at me as she walks past Brett and onto the bus. 

I watch her walk up the stairs and Brett slaps me upside the head.

"The fuck you thinkin man?" he scolds me like I'm a child. 

"That's his fuckin sister" Brett says, as if I dont fucking already know that. 

"Yeah, I know." I say and push his arm away as he goes to slap me upside my head again.

"We just...we're gonna hook up." I shrug. "Not a big deal. He won't find out." 

"The fuck you are...stay the fuck away man..i mean it...dont fuck shit up." Brett says.

I roll my eyes. "She's nineteen, she can do what she wants." I say arguing.

"The fuck man" Brett shakes his head. "Do NOT fucking hook up with her. She's not a fucking groupie Fitz, that girl has had a fuckin crush on you since she was wearing a fucking training bra, stay..the..fuck..away...nothing good is gonna come from this," He says and I sigh. 

"yeah man." I sigh and put my hand on his shoulder. "alright" I say agreeing even though I knew, what Brett said was going in one ear and out the other.