One Night Standards

“How’s it going in here?”

I cease playing at the welcome interruption. “Good.” A huge smile splits my face as I look over at my sexy wife, lurking in the doorway of the soundproof rehearsal room.

I decided to come in early to make use of the practice space at Booze & Bad Decisions, since our home studio is still in the works. Sammi and I were the first to arrive, but the staff have slowly been trickling in, preparing for tonight’s grand opening. This place is going to be a complete madhouse.

I can’t wait.

“Is it okay if I stay and watch?”

“Of course.” I urge her inside with a tilt of my head. “Close that door behind you, babe.”

It swiftly clicks shut, followed by the scrape of the lock as it slips into place. My pulse starts thumping over the implication of that sound. My girl came here for a hell of a lot more than a private concert.

The little seductress slinks over to where I’m standing with my foot perched on the amp. “I’ve always loved watching you play.” Her voice is low and raspy, her eyes full of fire. “Remember when I used to watch you in your garage for hours after school?”

“I do.” I clear my throat, picking up on a hint of mischief as I stare into those bottomless blue orbs.

She lifts a hand to my nape, her delicate touch causing the hairs to stand on end. “It used to make me so hot.”

“Did it?” My dick rises to attention, becoming uncomfortably tight in these concert jeans. I take the fingers still clutching the pick in my right hand and tip her chin up.

“Yes.” Her response is breathy.

I lean forward, running my tongue over the seam of her lips. “I knew.”

She sucks in a breath.

“Just like I know that pretty pussy’s dripping for me right now.”

Her eyes flutter closed as she slowly nods, confirming my assumption. “Want a taste?” She bites the pick, snatching it from my fingers and spitting it to the floor as she guides my hand beneath her denim miniskirt.

“Fuck,” she moans, clutching my shoulders and buckling at the knees when I pass a finger along her slit, coating it in her arousal.

“Where are your panties, ma’am?”

“In my purse.” She smiles sheepishly. “Took them off before I came in here.”

“That’s some confidence.” My tone is teasing. In truth, I love that she possesses such blind faith that she can count on me to tend to her needs.

“Mmmhmm,” she squeaks as I make another swipe through her slick folds, eliciting a full body chill to flow through her. She’s so responsive to my touch. It’s a boost my ego doesn’t need but greedily feeds on just the same.

I lock eyes with my wife’s before bringing the digit to my mouth and sucking it clean. Fuck, that’s good.

A delicate moan escapes through her slightly parted lips as she stares wantonly. There’s no hiding the fact that she’s turned on as she brazenly watches me sample her dessert.

“Sit.” The lone word is a firm command, one she’s all too eager to oblige. Her ravenous eyes scan the mostly empty room.

“Where?”

I tap my foot on the speaker. “Right here.”

Without an ounce of hesitation, she perches on the edge of the box.

“Close your eyes, love.”

Once she complies, I start the intro to the next track, slow and low, building in intensity as the tempo picks up. Heat surges to my dick as I watch her cleavage trembling with the vibration.

I continue to play, watching with rapt fascination as her head rolls back and soft moans begin to spill from her red-painted lips.

“Unbutton your top for me, angel.” My voice is raw with unfettered need.

Resting back on one hand, she brings the other to the front of her blouse, slowly popping each of the little pearl buttons open.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I growl, picking the strings while she desperately begins grinding down on the speaker. Her full breasts bounce, nearly spilling over the top of her black lace bra as she undulates those sexy little hips.

“Lyle,” she whimpers, past the point of desperation. She’s begging for relief that I have every intention to deliver. But not yet.

I haven’t had my fill. This right here…this is my ultimate fantasy brought to life. Countless times I’ve imagined her just like this, splayed over my amp while I play her to completion. Every note that vibrates up my arm is simultaneously reverberating through her pussy.

She’s my marionette and I her puppet master, bringing her to life with a pluck of my string.

“Touch it,” I urge, reaching the climax of the song. “Play with your pussy, baby. I wanna watch you while you watch me.”

Eyes locked to mine, she hikes her skirt, spreading her legs so I have a clear view of her rolling her fingers over her swollen nub.

“No one can hear you,” I pant, reminding her she’s free to let lose. “Let me hear you.”

I play harder, thrusting into my bass while watching her pump two fingers in and out of her slick center. “Ffff—uck…” The profanity rips from her chest. Loud and uninhibited, she hits a crescendo as she rocks into her own hand.

“Pop those tits out for me, Li’l Bit.” My voice is pure gravel.

She lifts them out of the cups. Her nipples are rosy and fully extended, begging for attention.

“Fuck,” I growl, setting my bass aside and dropping to my knees. My blood is on fire as I crawl between her parted thighs. “Tweak those nipples,” I encourage, blowing on her clit before sucking it into my mouth.

I spread her lower lips apart with two fingers, lapping up every drop of her arousal while she grinds into my face.

“I want you to come too.” Her voice is a panting plea as she grips two fists full of my hair and pulls. “Come in me, please. I want to feel you dripping inside me while you’re on that stage tonight.” She moans loudly while I bite down on her clit, rocking into my face at a frantic pace.

“I want…” She loses the ability to speak when I add a finger to the mix, pumping it in and out of her pussy while flitting my tongue over her tender flesh. “I want the evidence of this moment soaking my panties, reminding me who you belong to while watching those girls toss theirs at you on stage.”

With a savage growl, I rise to my knees. My muscles tense as I rip the button of my jeans open, lower the zipper, and wrench my erection out.

Lining up our centers, I slam into her dripping pussy in one hard thrust. Her warm walls tighten around my cock, squeezing me with a vice grip. Slowly her pussy starts pulsing around me, caressing my shaft with a velvet touch.

I dig my fingers into her ass cheeks, gripping her while grinding deep.

“Yes!” she screams, bucking her hips when I hit just the right spot. “God, Lyle, Oh, yeah—harder.”

The sight of her fingers pinching her nipples, still shiny from playing with her pussy has me ready to bust.

It’s a struggle, but I refrain, studying her facial expressions, watching and waiting to unleash fully until her entire body is trembling with her impending release.

Only then do I let go, pounding rhythmically into her, spurred on by her passionate screams.

Fiery heat travels through my shaft. Like a coiled spring, my muscles contract, as I battle against nature in a fight to hold out until her climax hits. She clenches around me, moaning and thrashing, begging me to fall with her.

Sweet relief fires off in spurts as we tumble together in perfect harmony. The first one hard and fast, each subsequent gush waning in intensity.

Spent, I fall to my back, bringing her with me, my dick still buried to the hilt.

I’m lost in a state of complete bliss while she slowly rocks over me, milking every drop of her orgasm. She rides out every wave until, thoroughly sated, she collapses on my chest.

We lay there on the carpet, still joined, our hearts beating to the same erratic rhythm. There’s no sound apart from our labored breaths and the occasional smooch of our lips.

“How bad is it?” she finally asks, picking her head up so I can assess the damage to her makeup.

I swipe a thumb beneath her lip, picking up a little runaway lipstick. “Your face still looks great… Might wanna do something with this though…” I make a point of trying to comb my fingers through her hair. They get stuck about midway down.

“I’m getting off now,” she warns, hiking her skirt all the way up as not to get any mess on it before easing up and off.

She retrieves the package of wet wipes from her purse, passing me a few before cleaning herself up and slipping back into her panties.

“Here.” She tries to hand me another wad of wipes. “You should probably clean your mouth and chin.”

“What for?” I goad.

Her eyes shut and she shakes her head. “So you don’t smell like my vagina on stage.”

I scrunch my nose as if considering it. “Nah,” I finally say, puckering my lips and taking a long whiff. “Think I’ll leave it…”

“How you doin’ tonight, Nashville?”

The packed house goes wild in response to Rhett’s intro.

“That’s good,” he answers. “Well, we’re doing real good too. Super excited you’ve all come out to celebrate the grand opening of our new stomping grounds.”

He pauses for a series of screams and cat calls before continuing. “As you know, me and the guys have been doing this gig for a while now, out on the road.” He turns to face the band in silent acknowledgment. “Don’t worry, we aren’t planning to sell the tour buses just yet.” He winks. “But we certainly look forward to scaling back. It means everything to us to have your support in this new endeavor.”

“Hell yeah!” Aiden shouts into his mic. “Bottoms up, bitchessss.” He flings his whiskey glass into the air.

My eyes immediately search for Anika in the crowd, expecting to find smoke billowing from her ears after the stink she pulled about me signing off on my statement with that exact phrasing.

Not gonna lie; I kinda wanna have Sammi tit-punch her when I see the megawatt smile on her face.

My irritation, however, is quickly replaced with a burst of adrenaline when Nick takes that as his cue to count us off. There’s something about that four count that instantly flips a switch. It transports us all to another dimension, where we become one unit…a synchronized heartbeat.

I start out in the back near the drums, where Nick and I set the rhythm.

Front and center are Rhett on vocals and guitar, and Aiden just to his right on keys and backup vocals.

I’ve never been very good at keeping a low profile like your stereotypical bassist. In auditions, that’s what set me apart from the rest. I don’t just play music; I live and breathe it. It embodies me heart and soul. And I leave it all on that stage.

The Rhett Taylor Band is known for our high energy shows. If there’s one thing you can count on, it’s that we’ll show up to entertain.

By the time that first chorus hits, I’m rocking it in my signature spot, just to Rhett’s left. We feed off each other, playing to the crowd.

I keep time with my instrument with effortless ease while making eyes at the pretty girls in the audience. One can never underestimate a well-timed wink here and a smirk there. As a unit, we’ve mastered the art of flirting while performing.

Aiden starts a synchronized clap with the crowd during the chorus of our twangy anthem, “Pour Judgment.”

And while Rhett belts out the emotion-filled lyrics to our most recent hit, “Safe in These Arms,” I lock eyes with my beautiful wife, softly singing along, promising that no matter what challenges life may bring, these arms will be her haven.

The sight of her tears shakes me to my core. It’s a damn good thing it’s our last song of the night.

After Rhett’s closing speech, I shuck off my instrument and jump out into the crowd with my sights set on my girl.

She’s laughing with tears pouring down her cheeks when I grip her face in my hands and devour her salty lips.

The crowd goes nuts, but I barely notice, too keyed up on adrenaline. Too intoxicated by this woman. “I love you,” I say through a jumble of ravenous tongues. “So much, Li’l Bit.”

“I love you.” She laughs into my mouth. “We should stop. We’re making a hell of a scene.”

“All right, Romeo.” Anika parts the crowd shaking her head as she makes her way over to hand me a beer. “I’d say you more than earned this.”

“Thanks.” I take a long swig, downing more than half the bottle in one gulp.

“I was a little worried about how the crowd would interact with you, knowing you’re married now, but it didn’t seem to be an issue, judging by all of the thongs on that stage.”

“Told ya.” I puff out my chest. “I’m so good I make bitches forget their morals.”

“I can’t with you.” She rolls her eyes. “Go join the guys behind the bar and sign some autographs, huh?” Boss lady puts a hand on my back, nudging me forward.

“You got it.” I give her a salute and place a final peck to my wife’s lips.

“Wait,” Sammi says, yanking me back. She pulls my head down and takes a deep inhale near my lips. Her entire body shivers. “It gets me so hot, smelling myself on you.”

“Had me sportin’ wood all night.”

She giggles, and Anika gags.

“Gross.” My manager gives me a firm shove this time. “Go!”