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Backstage Pass
    Nicole Ryan
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    The following is a work of fiction and a product of the author’s imagination. Any semblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. This work contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright laws. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without express written consent from the author.
    Copyrigh t © Nicole Ryan 2013. All rights reserved. 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    The music from the next band swelled around Alexis as she made her way down the smokey hall, her black stilettos click clacking as she went, past rooms of people smoking god knows what, and drinking massive amounts of alcohol. Alexis glared into a room that was empty save for one man, wearing black leather pants, and a silver chain around his neck, no shirt. Slowly Alexis sauntered into the room, wearing her black jacket, short cut off denim skirt and crotchless fishnet stockings, her head was warm and fuzzy from the drinks she’d consumed over the evening.
    “ Kolby…” She cooed at him, but he didn’t look up. He sat on the corner of the bed looking at a journal he was scribbling in. “Kolby?” She kissed his neck and his pencil stilled for a moment, his hand reaching up to caress her arm before he scrawled the last line.
    In this valley of containment we wait .
    She came to stand before him and he splayed his hands across her stomach, before he planted a kiss on the delicate skin below her navel. She closed her eyes as his soft tongue slid down her skin and he gently nipped at her flesh before looking up into her eyes.
    Kolby flipped her over, his shaggy blonde hair hanging over his large blue eyes, “Where have you been all my life?” He asked her, smiling and looking her over appreciatively.
    “Waiting.” She said running her fingers along his face.
    “What’s your name?” He asked as if he’d never seen her before.
    She giggled, it was like tiny bubbles in champagne , it touched his soul. “Penny.”
    “As in Penny Lane?” He asked, lifting an eyebrow.
    “Maybe.” Her hand slid down and began to rub the bulge in his pants which grew firmer with each long stroke of her palm.
    “No. What’s your name?” He demanded, removing her hands and holding them beside her head on the bed.
    “Alexis.” She sighed, and his mouth closed over hers, he mumbled the word like a chant softly placing warm kisses on her lips.
    “Alexis waited, waiting for me. Alexis stop, don’t waste your life on me. Alexis wait … waiting you see, this is what your life will be, if you wait… only waiting for me.” He sang softly to her, and the sound made her sad.
    “I don’t care.” She whispered as her clothes melted away.
    “You don’t know me.” He said, his beautiful features haunted.
    “I know enough.” She was almost crying now, as she cherished this last moment with him and this little game they played.
    Kolby cupped Alexis’ breast carefully, kneading and molding it to his palm before closing his mouth over it and circling his tongue agonizingly around her nipple. Alexis cried out and arched her back against his face, digging her hands into his hair and pulling his face up to kiss his lips. She devoured his mouth, craving him deeply, but he pulled away and out of her grasp.
    He stood before her, his taunt muscles flexing as he undid his thick studded belt and pulled his leather pants off, his cock sprung free, and Alexis reached for him, but he moved away. He lifted an eyebrow at her and his mouth turned into a sly smile, it was aggravating, Alexis wasn’t in any mood to play a game, she wanted his cock, and she wanted it now.
    “I wanted to play a song for you.” He said, teasing her.
    “But… I…” Alexis slid off the bed and sank to her knees before Kolby.
    He stared down at her as she slid her hand along his shaft and cupped his balls before taking