Words and Riffs

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A Local’s Hard Rock

The hotel was buzzing with the whir from the slots, a babble of conversations, and the clanking of heels against the wooden floor. Summer was underway, saturating Vegas with excited teens and restless college students inside the Hard Rock. On the side of the polished floor was a cafe where two girls sat with only drinks and a basket of cooling mozzarella sticks, neither older than 20. Both of them wore a pair of tight jeans and a T-shirt showing support for some pop band, the long-haired blond wearing a black and white shirt with ‘The Cab’ printed on the front panel while the girl with short, black hair wore a black shirt supporting Fall Out Boy. They sat sipping their soft drinks as another group of giggling girls passed by the restaurant.

“It’s not stalking if we’re invited,” the blond stated matter of fact as her baby blue eyes disappeared behind her heavily-lashed lids, moving a mozzarella stick onto her plate with her fork. Her companion rolled her brown eyes and flipped her black mohawk away from her face, and sighed as a group of teens walked by, each girl wearing short shorts. “What’s wrong, Erica?” worried the blond aloud.

Erica sighed as another group meandered indoors from the scorching heat of the Strip. “Just because he invited people on Twitter doesn’t mean that stalkers were invited,” Erica retorted, stabbing a piece of cheese with her fork. She took a bite and continued, “Plus, he’s 22 so it’s not like we’re gonna be able to do anything with him since he’ll be drinking and gambling. Besides, Anna, look at them,” she explained with a sigh as she pointed at another group of girls sporting a small pair of denim shorts and see-through tank tops, “even if you do get near him, he’ll be too distracted to give you any attention.”

Anna gently sighed under her breath. “Yeah, well, I can hope,” she desperately claimed, her mind still abuzz with possibilities.

“Hope all you want,” sang Anna’s friend as she swallowed a chunk of deep-friend cheese, “doesn’t mean anything’s gonna happen.”

Silence fell between the two as more groups and individuals flocked in from the street, groups walking around the casino floor before settling at their own slot machines, others landing at the tables. The round room was dark, the only light coming through the glass doors leading to the street and the lights from inside the cafe. “You ladies doing okay over here? Anything else you need?” a masculine voice questioned, breaking the comfortable silence. The girls turned to look at the speaker, their waiter standing in front of them clad in a red shirt that was tucked into a pair of black slacks. “You girls know anything about what’s going on?” he continued once they had rejected his offer for more food.

“There’s a celebrity who has a birthday party here and he’s supposed to be having a bunch of his just-as famous friends attending,” Anna answered without a hitch of hesitation. Erica sat with her hands folded beneath the table, resting in her lap as she waited for the waiter to leave.

The waiter took a pause, hiding it with a nod of understanding. “Any idea which celebrity?” was all he could think of asking.

Anna nodded as she replied, “He’s a member of All Time Low. They’re kind of like Fall Out Boy, but not on hiatus.”

Being at a loss of words, the waiter continued to nod, pulling out a slip of paper from his pocket. “Well,” he finally said, “you have fun trying to meet him. No hurry.” With that, the waiter folded the piece of paper and placed it on the table before walking away.

“See?!” Erica hissed, eyes bulging behind her glasses. “He already thinks that we’re crazy groupies because we’re stalking people who are gonna be here for 2 days by sitting in a cafe and eating cheese sticks!” Her blanched face backed her exclamation, her hands coming to rest on the edge of the table. All Anna could respond with was light-hearted laughter.

“Calm your tits, hon. It’s not like he’s the one to let us in to the room. You forget that my uncles work for all of Caesars corporations,” the blond quipped as her smirk tugged at her lips. Brows furrowed, Erica leaned forward in hopes of a further explanation. “Since my Uncle Dyon is in charge at this hotel, he is going to be one of the first people who gets to see the guys once they check in. He knows that I’m such a huge fan of them that he’ll send me a little text saying they’re here. And who is gonna be denying the niece access to guests when my uncle is second in command?”

Erica was gob-smacked, completely surprised that her friend had gotten such a half-brained idea partly planned out. “What if— oh, I don’t know— he doesn’t text you? And what if people actually have the balls to not let you in ‘cause you’d get them fired?” Erica pondered dryly in hopes that she could get her friend to realize the stupidity of the half-baked plan.

At that moment, loud vibrations shook the table, the table top drumming against the case of Anna’s phone whose screen was bright with a new notification. “See?” Anna poked at her friend, beaming at the screen as she read her uncle’s name. She cleared her throat and began to read, “Hey Anna, Uncle D here. Was just texting you to say that your favorite band is staying at the hotel. I’ll try to get an autograph for you.”

Erica stared at her friend slack-jawed, gaping as words tried to escape her mouth. “What…?” was all she could muster as she looked at the now-arrogant blond. Erica settled for brushing her hair away from her face and sitting back in her chair to wallow in the numbing shock she had just experienced. Meanwhile, Anna took out a 20 bill and placed it on the table, making her way to get up.

“You coming?” she asked when she realized that her friend was still sitting.

Erica simply shook her head. “Nah, you can go get yourself thrown out, ‘cause I’m not. I’m no desperate groupie, not to mention the fact that penis is disgusting.”

Anna rolled her eyes as she walked away before yelling over her shoulder, “If I see Jesse Bowen, I’ll make sure to give her your number!” With that, she left her friend sitting at the table and sashayed her way to the hotel rooms, her tight jeans clinging to her muscular legs beneath the large shirt she seemed to be swimming in. At just over five feet, she was no model; nor did she catch anyone’s eye, because, frankly she couldn’t reach most peoples’ eye levels. Those who did look at her, though, were often impressed with her excessive confidence and her crystal blue eyes. And anyone who got to know her loved her for her personality.

She made her way through the crowd and into the elevator, the elevator only having a few occupants, one of which was a man sporting a dress suit and another man, only a few inches shorter with almost as little hair as the first, wearing a pair of dirty jeans and a black button-up shirt. Being in such a chipper mood, Anna waved her fingers at the gentlemen. “Hello!” she chirped gaily, planting her hip against the side bar of the metal box. The men each nodded their head and smiled, the shorter one whispering a good evening to her.

After a few people had gotten off, Anna was left alone with the gentlemen. The doors had just closed when the man in jeans began small talk. “So, you like The Cab, I see,” he commented.

“Yeah,” Anna smiled. “I saw them last time they were in town. Singer has such an amazing voice.” The man smiled, a light beginning to sparkle in his hazel eyes, a similar shine coming through his chestnut hair from the overhead lights of the elevator.

“You sound like a real fan!” he boomed with an amused laugh, his comrade turning to look at the two as if their conversation was suddenly registering in his mind. The suit stared down at the two, his hands coming from behind his back to the front, folding at the hem of his jacket. The shorter man continued as if he didn’t know the shift in his friend’s demeanor. “Would you like to meet him?” he asked, the corner of his lips tugging into a smile.

Being a true blond, Anna seemed lost. “Meet who?” she asked in honest curiosity.

“Alex— or as you call him, Singer.” The answer was so dead pan that she was embarrassed by her questioning. The man in the button-up handed her a lanyard, the plastic protecting a black and white paper. “Presidential suite. Have fun,” was all he said, his cheeks plumping up from his most genuine smile yet.

The doors of the elevator opened, the faint smell of alcohol coming from a low hum down the hall. Awkwardly, she walked into the hall and watched as the men disappeared behind the doors again. She stared at the covering, her fingers slipping over the plastic as she flipped it this way and that, glowering at the paper as if it were about to admit that it was a fake. Anna finally put the lanyard on and headed towards the double doors of the presidential suite at the end of the hallway. She knocked on the door and was greeted by another suited fellow. The suit saw the pass around her neck and allowed her in.

When she stepped into the suite, Anna was impressed— the windows went from floor to ceiling, bathing the lush carpets with golden rays and adding shine to the stylish bar on the left side of the room. In the middle of the floor, a couple of couches could be seen through the clusters of girls, a number of men mingling between the scantily clad women; off to the right was the end of a single bowling lane.

Making it to the bar, she picked up one of the few unopened bottles of water and went to stand by the window, looking down in awe at the bird’s eye view of the Strip. Lost in her awe, she failed to notice a man walk up behind her, startling when he leaned into her ear and asked, “Pretty, isn’t it?”

Hand over heart, Anna turned to face the surprise speaker and felt her heart stop. Standing in front of her was a man with a smile that could battle the neon lights themselves, a small mole on his lower cheek, and a beanie atop his head. The young man’s brown eyes were light with a playful youthfulness that one could only get after a drink or two, his stature a couple inches taller than her own. His beard was the same color of brown that she knew his wild hair was and his teeth were as white as a set of freshly polished pearls. “Yeah,” Anna forced herself to say, “Sometimes, I forget how pretty Vegas can be since I live here.” Her heart continued to flutter as she stared at the face of Alex DeLeon, lead singer of her most favorite band.

“Oh! You live here too?” the young man queried, stepping beside her and taking a sip from his bottle of beer. “That’s cool. Why you only drinking water? It’s a party— loosen up!” His smile shot out again, his laugh widening the friendly act. Beneath his shirt, the ink of his tattoo peaked out and crawled up to the base of his neck.

Anna laughed whole-heartedly. “I need to loosen up? I think you’re in more need of loosening up seeing as how everyone is taking their clothes off in here,” she quipped as a handful of girls pulled their shirts off to reveal brightly colored bras. Between talking to such an angelic specimen and the abundance of girls, Anna was beginning to feel the warmth spread from the pit of her stomach to the crux of her legs and making her fidget nervously.

Alex pondered for a moment and shrugged with his head tilted. “You’re right,” he agreed, proceeding to take out his phone. His thumbs flew around the keypad before hitting send. “Well, I’m sure in 15 minutes my clothes are gonna be off.”

Her eyes bulged. “Uh,” she faltered, trying to search for a reasonable response. “What?” she ended up laughing, failing to find any real reply.

Singer chuckled, “I just tweeted that for every retweet that I got, I would take off an article of clothing.” Though he hadn’t checked his phone for updates, he began to pull off his navy blue beanie and reveal his mane of wavy brown hair, some tresses seemingly clumped together. In another flash, his shirt was gone to reveal his flat stomach, his flesh prickling against the warmth from the sun. Anna felt her breath catch in her throat and the pulse at the apex of her thighs quicken with excitement. His hair fell down to cover his shoulders, tickling the blades in his back.

Once his clothes were crumpled next to his feet, all she could stare at was the ink of the tattoo wrapping around his side. “Like the ink?” he asked coyly, his smirk now showing a hint of mischief. She swallowed despite the fact that her throat was dry and nodded. “You can touch if you want to,” he offered, turning to his side and lifting his arm so she could read with ease.

Her fingers stretched out and traced along his skin, his ribs gliding beneath her tips as her nails gently scraped against the length of his tattoo. Anna swallowed again as she felt her heart beat faster, the blood in her veins seemingly rushing to her privates as she had to stop herself from leaning down and placing her lips along his art. “You have any tats yourself?” he asked, his voice husky as he raised his beer to his lips. Anna shook her head in denial.

“Not yet.” She cleared her throat and looked into his eyes.

Alex nodded, silence befalling the two. They stared at each other, eyes locked as the rest of the room disappeared into the background. As the time passed, Anna’s heart began to quicken again, each beat pounding in her ears and in her clit. She felt her throat dry out as she stared at him, but she could only bring herself to wet her lips with her tongue.

“You can stop touching my tattoo, now,” he whispered, breaking their intense stare. Anna was knocked out of her reverie with confusion and looked down at her hand to realize that her fingers were still outlining his tattoo. Burned by embarrassment, she pulled her fingers away from his side, her cheeks flush with a faint blush just beneath her eyes. She mumbled an apology and promptly grabbed his bottle and downing what was left in it. His shoulders shook with his laughter and pulled his phone out of his pocket, eyebrows raised with interest. “Looks like I have to get rid of the rest of these clothes!” he proclaimed, showing her the screen so she could see the hundreds of retweets that he had gotten.

Anna laughed as she saw the responses, the beer beginning to go to her head as her blood was still rushing to her mound, her lust so apparent that she was worried about the wet spot being visible from the outside of her pants. Her laughter abruptly ended when he asked her if she would like to help remove them.

“Oh.. uhm, I—,” she flustered, feeling a lump grow in her throat as her excitement grew at the thought of taking his clothes off, having her hands on him as she exposed the rest of his flesh. As some of her cream oozed from her cleft, Anna licked her lips again and stuttered until Alex cut her off.

“I’ll take that as a yes then,” he claimed with a lopsided smirk as cockiness seemed to be wrapped about him, his head tilting towards hers. He leaned in closer and brushed his lips against her soft pair, his tongue swiping along her bottom lip as their lips danced together. Singer pulled away from her, sucking her bottom lip with a bite.

With eyes glazed over from the kiss, Anna looked from beneath her lashes at him with her teeth nipping at her lip. “So, where is your room?” she asked, more than ready to have more of his taste to savor. Without saying a word, he took her hand in his and led her through the even-more crowded room to a door tucked away behind the bowling lane. The plain wooden door was a dark mahogany with a glossy finish, the handle a simple gold that glinted in the setting sun.

The door opened to a room as impressive as the living room— the king-sized bed was dressed with black duvet and matching pillowcases, silver night stands guarding each side of the bed, a black dresser lining along the cream-colored wall before another dark mahogany door existed. With only a glimpse of the room, Anna was swung onto the bed, her back flat on the mattress as he climbed on top of her.

One hand fluttered up her thigh to rest at her hip, his other hand a source of leverage as it was tucked into the crook of her under arm. His lips found hers and attacked, ravishing her mouth with swipes of his tongue and gentle nips. She could feel his broad hand rub against her hip and over her thigh before feeling it rest on her mound. Anna moaned, her body thirsty for his touch as she pushed into his palm. His fingers rubbed through her jeans, her wet spot beginning to show through the denim as their tongues wrestled against each other in the warm heat of their mouths.

Breaking the kiss, Alex ducked to her neck and planted his lips along her jugular, licking a trail before feathering it with butterfly kisses. The tip of his tongue traced a design that made her moan more guttural, her hips now raising automatically just as fast as they fell. What didn’t feel like soon enough for Anna, he finally began to push back into her with his own hips, his bulge replacing his hand. With every movement, she could feel his body roll beneath her hands, his back arching as he pushed and pulled his hips. Out of instinct, she dug her nails into his back. In turn, he hissed through his teeth and began to suck on the lobe of her ear.

Wanting more of her, Alex slid his hand under her large shirt, the shirt riding up with his wrist as his palm came to rest on tijhe curve of her breast. They writhed against one another as his fingers pulled the cup of her bra away and began to tease the pink nub beneath, his nail softly scraping against her heated flesh as the cotton of her bra nudged the other side of her nipple. Panting in his ear, her nails ripped down the length of his back, leaving marks of angry red in their wake. Alex moaned from deep within his throat as he felt the sting of her nails, a small throb working into the heat of his loins.

As his sex began to throb, Alex pulled away to push her shirt up to her neck so he could lick around her aereola, his lips wrapping around the nub and sucking. Anna arched her back, pushing her breast into his mouth so her nipple brushed the roof of his pallet. With her back arched, she ripped her shirt over her head and threw it off to the side; Alex took the opportunity to unhook her bra, his hips still grinding against hers. Feeling the release of the confinement, the soft grip of Alex’s hand cupping the breast he was currently neglecting.

After so much grinding, Anna felt that waiting was no longer an option. Her hands shot down between them to the zipper of his jeans, his button coming lose with little effort. Once undone, he felt her push the denim down his legs, kicking them off the edge of the bed before Anna reached out to run her hand along his length. Though her touch was numbed from the boxers, Alex leaned his head back in euphoria, his hips jerked forward as she rubbed his soaked tip with the heel of her hand. “Fuuuuck,” he groaned, hips gyrating as his fingers worked at her pants. He looked down after her with a glossed gaze, biting his lower lip with lust. “You know how to be a bad girl?” he asked, his hand delving into her open pants to find that there were no panties.

Anna giggled as she pulled out his cock, “I like to think that I am.” His tool was thicker than she had imagined, his length almost halving his thigh, and juices were pearling at his tip between strokes. Her grip tightened at his tip and let the cum work down his base with her palm, some of the wetness slipping down to his balls. She sat up to kick her jeans off, scooting forward to make it easier on herself. Once kicking her pants to the ground, Anna leaned forward and let her lips work around his head, her tongue flicking against his opening to taste his nectar. She moaned around his member, swallowed more of him as her tongue continued to work the undershaft of his dick, one hand around the base of his tool and the other hand desperately working her fingers into her own sex. Her head bobbed along his length, his head tickling the back of her throat as she swallowed him inch after inch, her tongue still swiping this way and that with each movement.

As she continued to suck him, his hand twisted itself into her blond tresses, his head leaned back. Though she had no intentions of stopping, he subconsciously push her down on him, her eyes slightly watering as she felt her throat stretch around his slick thickness. “Yeah,” he husked, staring down at her as she looked up at him, his dick deep into her throat, “suck that dick, bad girl.”

Swirling her tongue around his tip, Anna nodded and continued to work him with her mouth, her tempo changing from slow to fast before licking his entire length painstakingly slow. With each lick, she would look up at him with her blue eyes glistening with want, her lips reddening from use and a small shine from her own saliva mixed with his fluid. As she licked his length, softly cupping his balls, Alex caressed the side of her cheek, resting his hand on the crook of her neck. With one swipe of her tongue flat against his entire height, Anna swallowed his entire length with gusto, the wet warmth of her mouth causing Alex to shudder with wanton ecstasy. “God damn,” he drawled, his eyes shut from the raw sexual high. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

Anna pulled away with a smirk on her face. The pink tip of her tongue swiped away the residue of his sperm before demanding, “Well, lay down and you can feel how good this pussy feels.”

Her force made Alex smile lopsided, impressed and turned on by her sense of authority in that moment. “Gotta do what the lady says, right?” he reasoned with his smile still in place, shrugging as he slipped down, kicking his pants and boxers off to join her jeans at the foot of the bed. Before she could get on top of him, he pulled Anna into another heated kiss, his mouth attacking her ferociously, hand tangled in her hair once more. Not wanting to break the kiss, Anna maneuvered her body over his to straddle his hips with a knee on each side. Though she was hunched over and not even wrapped around him, yet, Alex could feel her warmth radiating from her core, her slickened thighs rubbing against his cock. The couple moaned together, their growls mixed together as their tongues were.

Reaching between them, Alex fisted his cock and pumped it, aiming it towards the center of her sex. When his tip brushed past her engorged lips, Anna had to catch herself collapsing in a crumpled heap, her body so sex-deprived that the mere touch of him made her body go limp. Their chaste kiss broke as she buried her face into his shoulder, pushing herself back onto him as his dick inched inside her. As he sunk into her depths, Anna’s mouth gaped in a silent scream, her sex on fire with excitement and want as her hips curved into him, her feminine cove trying to swallow more of him. “Oh, shit,” she sighed as his hips rocked her onto his steel-hard pole.

Anna pushed down with each rock to get all of him inside her, her walls clamping around him with a massaging grip. Though he had just entered her, Anna had become so wet that their slapping skin began to squelch with so many juices coming together. Within a matter of strokes, Anna had started to bounce against his bucking hips, their speed doubling and making her full tits bounce. Moans and whimpers escaped from both, each move heightening against the other as their flesh made contact in their heated touches. In the midst of their passion, Alex brought his hands to cup her breasts, teasing her nipples with the pads of his thumbs. Her nerves jumped, overloading her body with sensation and pushing her into a frenzy, her body jerkily bouncing, desperate for release.

Inspired by her gusto, Alex thrust into her harder, working her as if she were a fuck toy. They writhed and bucked against each other, skin slapping as he pounded her harder, his balls slapping against her ass. “Fuck, yes, yes, yes,” she chanted under her breath as her pitch went higher, her body closer to orgasm with each sound.

“Fucking come, let it all out,” he begged of her, his desperate thrusts now bottoming out inside of her. Anna cried as her body quaked against his, her back stiff as her cum drenched his thighs and pooled at his waist, her chest heaving as her her high turned into an afterglow. Her walls twitched, flexing around his cock.

“Keep fucking me,” she whispered, her hips still making minute jerks. Her command was in vain, however, as he had no intentions of stopping! Alex’s movements became restricted, almost forced not long after her climax, his own pique coming ever closer. The throbbing grew stronger and more sensitive as it plowed into her soaking cunt, the feeling too much for him to stand. His tip erupted with streams of seed, filling her until the fluid leaked from her stuffed pussy and went to join her pools of cum.

The two collapsed against each other, panting with a film of sweat over their skin. More of their menage of juices spilled from her pocket, a trail of white rolling from her hole to the cover of the bed. They both laid there, catching their breaths. Their breaths turned from pants into snores over time, the two falling asleep next to each other, exposed with nothing to hide.