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The show had been great, but I always knew it would be. Twenty-five years the guys have known each other as friends, and even with a few years off in the middle, they still had it.
Tonight’s show was a hometown show, and those ones were always special. There was something so hilarious yet inspiring about sending your husband off with a packed lunch to sound check at a local stadium. From the driveway of your cozy home, to the insanity of green rooms, VIP access, backstage jitters, and the excitement of seeing the man I love on stage doing what he loves.
The wives and I loved our little area tonight, just off the corner of stage left, close enough for Ray to pick us out, lock eyes with me, and toss me a saucy wink. The giggles from the other ladies had me blushing, and warmth spread through my belly. We danced all night, not a care in the world, scream-singing the songs we’d been hearing for most of our adult lives with our husbands. Towards the end of the show, of course we had to make an exit to surprise them backstage. Security lead us through to the green room, and shortly after, we were joined by our husbands as the roar of the crowd died down.
Something about Ray picking me up and swinging me around while still sweaty, shirt clinging to him, hair clinging to me was like coming home. The touring made our lives hectic, and there were so many times where we’d have to be apart for weeks, if not months, on end, but we knew we’d always be there for each other, always making it count when he was home. Getting to be there, to see him come off stage and immediately into my arms was the best feeling in the world.
“Let’s go home?” I whispered into his ear as he put me down, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
“Yeah, I need a shower, bad.”
“Well I wasn’t going to say anything, but….”
Ray laughed, picking up his bag. “Don’t be mean, there was a whole bunch of pyro up there, didn’t you see it?”
“Wasn’t the only thing on fire.” I quipped back with a wink.
“GROSS the Toro’s are flirting.” Frank yelled across the room, earning a smack on the arm from his own wife, and a flip of the bird from Ray.
Turning to the rest of the group, I waved. “Well it’s been lovely, but I’m dragging his smelly ass home. See you Sunday at ours, Ray’s on barbecue duty.”
“Four pm sharp, let us know what we can bring!” Mikey called after us.
I threw a quick thumbs up at him, ushering Ray out the door and off to the car.
Drives home from shows were always nice. Ray would tell me something stupid Frank said into the dead mic, he’d talk about something he spotted in the crowd, something that went horrifically wrong on stage but turned out to be a blessing in disguise, a “happy little accident” as he’d quote Bob Ross frequently. Having watched them play and evolve, living through their uncertainty through their comeback to regaining the confidence they had in their 20’s and reforming their beautiful bond, I’d talk about the highlights of the show—the things they did differently, new bits, their hints at new songs and how it had gone over with the crowd. I wasn’t a musician, Ray had tried to teach me to play years ago and I’d deemed myself hopeless, but I knew he appreciated my input, always listened to what I had to say with rapt wide-eyed attention. We were a team, a perfect pair, and over the years our love had only grown stronger.
Sure, we weren’t the rambunctious people we were in our 20’s and early 30’s. Post-show rituals had gone from a night of celebration with the guys and our friends, to a quiet night in, just the two of us cuddling and decompressing together.
The house was quiet per usual once we got home. Both of us too exhausted to actually sit through a movie or show, we’d gone straight to our room. Our bedtime routine hadn’t changed in years, with the exception of show nights. Ray took ages in the shower, washing off all the sweat, and grime, while I removed my makeup, changed into my pyjamas, did a quick stretch, and curled up with my book.
The bathroom door opened, steam pouring out, but Ray didn’t follow. My eyes glanced up from the page, behind my glasses, to see my gorgeous husband, a towel wrapped low around his waist, wet hair tied up in a bun, as he leaned over the sink. A familiar buzzing sound rang through the silence, and I frowned.
“Baby, don’t get rid of the beard!”
“I’m not, just trimming it.” He called back.
Satisfied with the answer, I shifted my focus back to the book. Well… I tried to shift my focus. The damp, slightly tanned expanse of his back beckoned to me, muscles shifting beneath soft skin as he shaved. It had been a long night for both of us, Ray especially, but you can’t blame me for wanting to get railed by my hot rockstar husband after a show like that.
My thoughts and fantasies clouded my vision; I didn’t even notice the buzzing sound of the trimmer stop, or see Ray let his damp tangle of curls free.
“You’re so sexy, you know?” Ray’s quiet voice pulled me out of my reverie, and I shook my head, coming back to the present to see a still damp, fresh smelling Ray at the end of the bed.
My lips curled up at the corner as I peered at him from over my glasses. He’d replaced the towel with a soft pair of flannel pyjamas, leaving his torso bare. His damp curls clung to his shoulders, dripping down his pecs, a path I wanted to follow with my tongue. He crossed his muscular arms, assessing me, sizing me up.
There was nothing special about the way I looked. A ratty pair of sleep shorts, a ripped Metallica shirt that probably belonged to him at some point, my big fuzzy socks. “I’ve worn this to bed a million times.”
“And you’re sexy every single time you do.” He moved around the bed, never taking his eyes off me, and crawled on beside me. “Every day, every night, since day one.” Ray picked up the book that was in my hand, slipped the old ticket stub I’d kept in to mark the page, and tossed it haphazardly on his nightstand. He pulled my glasses off, stacking them neatly on top of my book, and pulled me in for a searing kiss.
It’s not that Ray was never dominant in the bedroom, he just preferred to be on equal standing ground when I wasn’t explicitly taking control. But tonight, his kiss was domineering, a side of Ray I’d rarely seen in all our years together. He gently pushed me down, flat on my back, pressing a trail of kisses into me from my neck to the collar of my shirt. His hands on my waist pushed my shirt up as he made his way down, leaving searing kisses in his wake.
“C’mere.” I pulled him back up to kiss me, the kiss immediately going from sweet to needy as his tongue brushed mine. A shiver ran through me, I tried to squeeze my legs together to soothe the ache between them, but Ray seated himself there, gently caressing my thigh with his callused hand. My heart raced as we kissed, like we were teenagers again messing around before our parents came home. I dragged my nails down Ray’s back, causing a low groan from him, and that sparked his journey back down my body once more.
He sucked hard at my neck, and I hit him lightly through the pleasure. I’d kill him if he left a visible mark somewhere hard to hide in the California spring. Ray choked out a chuckle, instead moving down my body to lave at my nipple through my thin t-shirt. The fucker looked right at me as a breathy whimper left my lips, smiling around the pebbled bud between his teeth. After one last hard suck, he moved to kiss the other, my body instantly reacting to how his hot breath felt against the damp fabric.
Being the tease that he is, Ray continued his journey down my body, kissing the swell of my stomach, lightly nipping at the smooth skin. His hands wandered back upwards, thumbs circling my nipples again, one after the other rhythmically. He knew how sensitive they were, he had years to perfect his technique with me, and by all accounts, I think this was the best he’d ever been. His open mouth kisses grew clumsy over my torso, his tongue soothing the light nips his teeth left, then as I squirmed beneath him, he dragged his tongue just above the waistband of my sleep shorts. My breath hitched as he took the silky tie between his teeth and pulled, loosening the drawstring at the waist. I couldn’t help but bite my lip as he manhandled me, yanking the shorts roughly down my legs and off, leaving me bare from the waist down. I shivered, once again trying to close my legs as the cool air of our bedroom hit my center.
Ray bit his lip, his eyes bouncing between my eyes and my swollen sex. “Fuck, you’re soaked, baby.” I whimpered a little as he dragged his thumb through the wetness of my lips, from my clit to my entrance, and back up. This wasn’t a side of him that came out very often at all—he was usually very sweet and loving, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as he fucked me gently—so having him this way, tonight, after he’d tore up the stage, was an absolute treat.
“All for you, Ray. God you’re killing me tonight.”
“Yeah?” He pulled his hand away from my center, sucking his thumb between those plush lips of his and groaning low. I could see how hard he was in his pyjamas, how turned on he got from making me feel good. He leaned over me again, hot breath in my ear, hitting my neck, my pebbled nipples dragging along his broad chest from under his shirt with every heaving breath I took. “And what if I told you this is all I thought about all night? I counted it down, each song brought me closer to you. And when I saw you out there dancing your little heart out? Fuck, I couldn’t wait for the show to be over.” That wink. Oh my god he was warning me for what I’d be in for. “Couldn’t wait to touch you, to taste you. To fuck you.”
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please show me.”
Ray chuckled low in my ear. “Are you gonna scream for me as loud as you did at the show?”
I nodded frantically, my eyes squeezed shut, and felt him pull away. I was being manhandled again, feeling him pull my legs over his shoulders. I yelped feeling his freshly trimmed beard, rough and short, scratch against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. The beard burn would hurt like a bitch tomorrow, but tonight, I wanted it everywhere.
The first kiss to my slit was gentle, too light. I let out a frustrated groan, pushing my fingers into the mess of hair that had surely fallen into his eyes. I felt a puff of his breath hit me, teasing, before he dragged his lips to my thigh. He left open mouth kisses there, sucking on the skin as he had my stomach. Moving up and down, from my knee, to the crease of my hip, and over to the other leg, I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.
“You fucking tease.” I spat out.
“Hmmm, you’re the one who always insists we get appetizers before our entrées when we eat out, my love.” I was suddenly regretting every dinner date we’d ever gone on. “How long have we been married again? You know I’m a slow eater. I like to savour it.”
The worst part is, he wasn’t wrong. Between how much we liked to talk, and how slow we both ate, dinners were a long affair. And in the bedroom, Ray did like to take his time. Which was boding terribly for me now as I sat on the brink of madness from how fucking pent up I’d been all night.
Finally, after what felt like hours of teasing anywhere but where I needed him, I felt Ray’s tongue lick a slow, light, broad path from my entrance to my clit. I let out a shuddering breath, smiling as he did it again, this time with more pressure. The tip of his tongue teased my pussy, and I clenched against nothing as he tongued the underside of my clit. My fingers tightened in his hair, and I tried to move my hips against his face, but his strong hands steadied them in his grip.
I peeked an eye open, moaning loudly at the sight. His curls were again a tangled mess in my hand spilling everywhere over my thighs and stomach, my legs were splayed over his shoulders, and his back, his back. The muscles tensed under his skin as he ground his own hips into the mattress. Ray put his whole body into eating pussy, and by god, was it ever a show. Once he had me writhing in pleasure, he gently pulled my clit between his lips, using his tongue to run circles over it.
“Jesus Christ.” I groaned, tossing my head back.
“Ray Toro.” That made me giggle breathily. He pulled off briefly, blowing a cool breath directly to that button of pleasure, before pulling it back between his lips.
The suction was constant and rhythmic, relentless on my most sensitive parts. He was on a mission tonight, and wasn’t stopping until he finished me off, even as I babbled nonsensically. He’d bring me right to the edge, a pleasure rapidly climbing, then knowingly back off, smirking into my dripping cunt as he lapped at the wetness there like a parched man.
My breathing grew heavy, and I whined when he tongued my entrance. “You doing alright up there baby?”
“Yes? No? Fuck I need to come so bad.”
Ray chuckled lowly, his breath hot on my sensitive skin. “Just a little bit longer, you can hold on, I believe in you.”
I yelped as he latched onto my clit again, his fingers now joining the party. This asshole, I thought; I loved teasing Ray, it was one of my favourite things to do, bring him to the edge then back off entirely, and I was finally getting a taste of my own medicine. It was heaven, it was hell, I could do this for hours, but another minute of it was torture.
I clawed at his scalp desperately, feeling that familiar tingle start in my toes. “Ray… Ray I’m so close.”
“You’re gonna hold on for me, right baby?” He murmured against my cunt.
“Can’t… f-fuck I think I’m gonna come.”
“That’s okay baby, let go, I’ve got you.”
I tried as hard as I could to hold on, not to succumb to the pleasure, to be a good girl for Ray, but it was too much. One long, drawn out swipe of his tongue around my clit had me crying out desperately and clenching around his finger as my orgasm hit me like a truck. A loud cry left my lips, and my head drove back into the pillow, narrowly missing the headboard.
With his arm over my hips, holding me down, I could barely move, my breath stolen from my lungs as his tongue still steadily circled my clit, suctioned between his lips. I was oversensitive, coming down from my high, but he wasn’t letting up. The pleasure mixed with the pain of overstimulation made me lightheaded and teary, my hands shook, my breathing was ragged, but I knew I was safe. I finally succumbed to the feeling, his fingers now crooking inside of me to find that spot he knew made me scream, and let go.
My body jolted uncontrollably, an animalistic sound left my throat, and I swear I blacked out for a moment as Ray stroked second orgasm out of me. He pulled away and moved to lay beside me, watching me closely as I came to, face streaked with tears, red with exertion, my body sweaty and sticky. His beard was sticky too, I lifted a shaky hand to wipe his face clean, but he took my fingers into his mouth, cleaning them himself.
“Holy hell.” My voice shook as I spoke.
“You okay?” Ray held me close, pressing loving kisses to my temple.
I nodded. “Don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before, my god.”
He chuckled, rubbing a big hand up my belly, pushing my shirt up so his thumb could brush the underside of my breasts. “That was really fucking hot how you lost control.”
I scoffed. “It was really fucking hot seeing you take control.”
“Oh yeah?” His eyes darkened. “Can you…”
“Yes, please, anything.”
Ray kissed me lightly, pulling away all too quickly to shuck off his pyjama pants. He tossed them to the side unceremoniously, giving me a glimpse of his ass, soft and muscular, his strong thighs littered with wiry hair, and as he turned to face me again, his cock, hard, red, tip dripping with precum. My mouth watered as I took in my husband in all his naked glory. I’d never get tired of this, the giddiness I felt when he told me he loved me, how he still smiled into his kisses, his slightly possessive nature when he’d wrap his arm around me in public, the way he looked as I rode him, or how he looked down at me when he fucked me deep.
I strained upwards, trying to meet him in the middle for a sweet kiss, but his hands were on me, flipping me onto my stomach. I yelped in surprise, turning my face to catch my breath, but he’d moved from where he was.
A shiver ran through me when I’d realized he was behind me. I allowed him to drag me to my knees, spreading my legs wide, and pushing my chest down to the bed. My pussy pulsed with need, the feeling of being watched while splayed open like this so intimately. I waited in anticipation for him, not wanting to spoil his fun, and my own fun of course; I was loving this side of Ray.
Finally, I flinched in surprise as his hand gently rubbed my ass. His thumb ran up and down the slit of my cunt, each pass opening me up a bit to spread my wetness over me again. I hummed as he kissed my lower back lovingly, and felt him line up his lovely hairy thighs between my own, and push into me slowly.
I shuddered an exhale as I relaxed around him. My body was used to his size by now, but it was still a decent stretch every time. He knew my limits, he understood how fast or slow he should go, allowing me to stretch to accommodate him, and I trusted him to make me feel good. Before long, he was seated inside me, still as he groaned himself when I clenched around his cock.
“God, you feel so good.” Ray rubbed a hand up my back, pushing up my shirt to my armpits.
“Move Ray, please.” I whined, trying to push back onto him more.
“Wait your turn baby.” I cried out in frustration. “You couldn’t hold on while I enjoyed eating you, so you can hold on a bit longer until I’m ready to move, okay?” I nodded. “Need to hear you baby, use your words. Okay?”
“F-fuck, yes, okay.”
“Good girl.” My knees almost gave out under me from how I shook. I’d called him every endearment under the sun when I was in his position, good boy, baby boy, baby love, but Ray had never in turn called me a good girl, and it was fucking with my head in the hottest way possible. I sank my chest as far into the mattress as I could, arching my back indecently. Ray was in control, but I still held the power, knowing my husband would give in to what I wanted eventually.
Unsurprisingly, I was correct. With a soft moan, he moved, gripping my hips roughly, his thumbs gently rubbing my lower back in contrast. His rhythm was steady, something I knew also wouldn’t last long as I clenched around him again. “S-shit” he stuttered, his movements thrown off easily. I snickered, but cried out in surprise when his hand came around me to stroke at my clit again.
I felt raw, split open as Ray took his control over me again, thrusting slow and hard and deeper than ever. Our panting and the sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room as we both zeroed in on the other’s pleasure, losing where I ended and he began, losing ourselves together.
“You’re gorgeous like this love.” He grit out, straining to get the words out properly.
“Yeah?” I panted, understanding he’d probably been nodding behind me in response. “Love when you use me.” Ray’s hips stuttered, and I blanched. “W-was that okay?”
He sputtered out a laugh. “Fuck, more than okay, just unexpected.”
I giggled, wiggling my hips as much as I could. “You like when I call myself your little plaything?”
“Jesus.” He cried out. I gasped as he thrust back into me, hard. Yeah, he definitely liked that one. My breath hitched, and I could feel myself getting close again. I tried to catch my breath enough to say so, but Ray’s voice rang through unsteadily. “Sh-shit baby, I’m gonna come.”
I laughed a sigh in relief. “Me too, I’m so fucking close, Ray.”
His thrusts grew erratic, and my breathing picked up, until finally I felt the cord tight inside me release. My knees grew weak again as I shuddered, waves of pleasure rippling over me as I came for a third time tonight. My inner walls clenched around Ray’s cock, and seconds later, he followed, spilling inside me. He grunted, pressing his forehead into my back, then pulled out, helping me out of my arched position and into his arms.
“Holy shit, where did that come from?” I panted, pressing a kiss to his peck.
Ray’s laugh bubbled out of him giddily. “I have no idea. I guess just seeing you out there dancing tonight, the way you looked up at me… made me feel powerful. Made me feel like you were just happy to be mine. God that sounded so gross and possessive.”
“No! No it’s not, I am happy to be yours. I love you. Tonight was…” a shiver ran through me, “this night is gonna carry me through your next tour.”
“Yeah? You were okay with it all, I didn’t push you too far?”
“You would have known if you did. You honestly could have gone farther. That good girl? Jesus, that rewired my brain a little bit.”
I felt him press a kiss to my temple again, pulling me in impossibly closer. “The good girl was a bit of a spur of the moment addition.”
“Incredible move.”
Ray chuckled, lightly scratching his blunt fingernails up my back, under my t-shirt. “I love you so much. You surprise me every day.”
I felt my eyelids get heavy, warmth spreading through me as my muscles relaxed. “You’re my everything, Ray.”
He smiled against me. “Get some rest, I’ll make you breakfast in bed tomorrow.”
“Oh fuck yeah, pancakes after getting railed by my hot husband? Now you’re talking.”
Ray laughed, patting my ass lightly. “You’re a menace.”