Sarabande, Ch. 16
Some things had changed, in the few days they’d been together, Stella was beginning to piece together the logic of his personality. She had seen him hold himself rigid and expressionless in public, seen the defences he constructed against his business adversaries. On stage and in private, his sensuality was unbridled– and nearly identical. Tracy had been startled, in return, by her demeanor in public; when confronted by a crowd of autograph seekers, she slipped back, made no claim on him until he was able to come back to her. He watched warily, for any flicker of annoyance, or possessiveness. Instead, he saw her eager voyeurism, her satisfaction at stepping back and watching from a distance. Had he asked, she could have told him; the sensation was similar to the joy a dog owner derives from watching his animal run free along a beach. She had fallen in love with a man who had certain roles to play, and he played them well.
Stella slid a stack of folded garments into her suitcase. “That’s it,” she said, closing it. “I’m traveling light.”
“That’s okay, cause we can buy you anything else you want,” Tracy said. “Long as you’re a good girl.”
Stella snickered. “Oh daddy, buy me that blond stud-muffin, pleeeze?” She dropped an octave; “No honey, you weren’t a good girl today. No stud-muffin for you.”
“What!” Tracy leaped up. “I was talking about clothes! I ain’t buying you no men.”
“Well, good thing I got my own money, then.” Stella fished in her pocket. “Here, how much man will this buy?” She held out a quarter.
“Oh…” Tracy pocketed it. “About a year or so.” He folded her into his arms. “About the rest of my life.”
“You are so full of shit!” Stella said automatically.
“Ain’t full of shit, and I ain’t buying you no men, understand?”
“You are full of shit, and I love you. Listen, do you want to go to the hotel tonight, since the bus leaves from there? You haven’t spent a single night there, you probably need to pack.”
Tracy shuddered. “Oh, lord. Baby, we’re gonna be living in hotels for the rest of the tour. A whole month, hotels. Britta will pack for me. Please, let’s stay here.” He nuzzled into her neck. “Take me to bed, baby.”
“Oh, fuck,” he said again, later; “It’s a good thing I met the right one first.”
Stella hardly heard him. On her hands and knees before him, she was concentrating on getting as much of him into herself as she could. His hips seemed to fit around her ass each time he rammed against her. His balls thudded against her clit. She was beginning to tire, but this was the third time he’d entered her, gripping and straining, and it seemed that he was not to be satisfied. She pulled away from him, rolled over, pulled him down onto her. Rolled once again, got over him. “That wasn’t working,” told him. Tracy, lying under her, nodded. His face showed his strain. “What do you want, Tracy?”
“I just want to get tired,” he said. “Stella, I’m sorry. Baby… You know, when I made you so tired that time?”
“Vampire.”
“Listen, do you believe in that? I mean, do you think that’s what it is?”
Stella sat up over him. “Yeah. I do it too, sometimes.”
“Go figure.” Tracy was astounded. “See, I always wondered if it was my imagination and shit.”
“Tony does it too, doesn’t he?”
“Well, yeah. I mean, I guess most of my band does it.” Tracy said wonderingly. “But, you know even though they all say they get it, it don’t mean that it really happens. Could be all our imagination.”
“Um. Well, I think it works. I can’t tell how I do it, but somebody gets sleepy. And I sparkle. Unless you do it first…”
Tracy stretched under her. “I call it pulling. You can probably pull someone’s whole life right out of them, you know? If you were really good.”
“I doubt it,” Stella said dryly. “Just put them to sleep, that’s all.” She began to rock over him. “You want me to put you to sleep, Tracy Bell? You want me to suck your life right out of you?”
Tracy sighed. “Yeah. Oh, yes baby.” He reached up to clasp the bars of her headboard. Stella pulled off him. Staring into his eyes she bent slowly over him to kiss his lips. Her tongue insinuated itself into his mouth, opened it, She used her fingers to pull his jaw down his mouth opened wide. She licked and lapped at his gums and teeth, the inside of his cheeks, in a loving assault.
Tracy’s body begin to heave in an attempt to contact hers; he shifted his grip on her headboard. Running her hands up his arms she felt how tightly he was holding on. She looked up to verify the evidence of her senses. He met her eyes, smiling just a little, and did something that took her utterly aback; He turned his head and delicately bit at his own arm. He licked slowly up his bicep, and turned back to her, mouth half open. Stella found it unbearable.
And Tracy cried out as she came down over him, to nip at his neck. His skin gleamed with sweat as she heated him with her mouth and fingers. The bed creaked softly as he gripped at it, and he did not let go when she sucked at his armpit and lats, although he cried out, writhed away futilely, to subside, panting, when she relented and released him.
Tracy raised his head to look down at her. “Ooh,” he said seductively; “You make me need you so bad, just look at what you done.” His hips danced for her, the tip of his cock glistening with precum. And his stomach lurched at her expression. “Stella?”
“You’re gonna need me so much more, baby,” Stella crooned.
Tracy’s heart began a hammering that was beginning to seem familiar to him. His hands were already sweating around the brass bars. –She’s going to eat you alive, boy– That was Nikki’s voice he heard. –You started something, boy, you won’t be able to stop– His legs opened to her sucking mouth. He could swear her canines were lengthening. Elation filled him. And she was right, too. He twisted and heaved as she worked him over, going everywhere but where he needed her most. –Better ask nice, boy– Nikki reminded him.
“Stell’,” Tracy said, “I’m ready, baby– uh!” She’d nipped at a tendon in his ankle for that. He tried another tack. “Please, Stella. Oh, baby, please.” Her hand gripping his thigh tightened. That was going to get him what he wanted. Her mouth traveled up his leg, he arched to greet it waiting… He looked up to see her hovering above him. Stella reached a delicate fingertip out to him, drew it along his nipples, down his stomach, and away. He shook the bars of the bed in frustration. Which song was it– ‘Subway.’ He made a sound of choked fury, drew it out, ended it with a moan.
“Do you want to come now?” she said intently.
“Yeah, bitch!’ he spat out. –Blackness, streaked with light.–
“I don’t think so…” She was trembling, he could feel it. She slid her tongue along his waistline, towards his vulnerable lats once again. He couldn’t make himself let go of the bars. “Please,” he whispered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to call you a bitch.”
“Feel good, baby?” He had to admit it did. He had to admit that he would take what she was dishing out, all night if she wanted. He had to admit he was utterly content. But that would be giving too much away. He whined, pleaded, stuttered his need. Until, convinced at last, she climbed over him, fitted herself down engulfing his cock in her heat. “Come now,” she demanded, and in a few strokes, he did. He had an instant of genuine terror just before the orgasm overwhelmed him. His throat hurt.
Stella looked down at the man between her legs. His cries still rang in her ears, the energy he’d poured forth sang and jittered in her veins. His eyes were sleepy at last, face at rest, pillowed on a tangle of black hair. He unclenched his hands and brought them down, stretched his shoulders, smiled slowly. “Oh, lord, baby,” he said. “Did you get it?”
“Yeah, I think so,” she said, and laughed. “Oh, definitely.”
He sighed. “Honey, I think you got it all. You got a pull…”
It was too much, as a matter of fact. She felt wired, edgy, uncomfortable. “Tracy, take some back.”
Tracy shook his head, sleepily, his eyes closing. “No, you keep it.”
It was too much. She sat over him, motionless, concentrating. He stirred under her. Images of what they’d done together flitted past in an erotic montage, Men she’d made love to with similar intensity swirled through her mind. She leaned down, placed her neck against his mouth. “Bite… Trace, bite hard.” He worried at her neck with his teeth and it coalesced into a fire that shot down into her cunt. “Aahh.” The trembling subsided. “Did you get it, Trace?”
“That was weird,” Tracy mumbled. “Felt like you were shoving it up my dick. I think I can go to sleep now…”
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Tracy watched his woman fidget. He had given her the window seat, and his legs stretched out comfortably in the aisle, while hers folded into a cramped space. The bus, rocketing north to San Francisco, was quiet yet, while the bands nursed their heads and dozed.
An uneven trill of feminine talk was the primary sound just now. Britta, a new makeup artist named Margo, Alegra. Gina’s monosyllables from time to time added counterpoint. There had been three empty seats, and every one of them was filled by a woman, what a trip. Jerry was in the big seat up front, fingers flickering over his laptop. Tracy swung up the bus to perch on his armrest.
“Tracy, dear boy,” Jerry said, “Please, go away. I am not in the mood for your conversation so early in the day.”
“You look healthy, man, that’s a change.”
“You’ll kill me yet,” Jerry stated. “One hour of sleep too few, some day.”
“I ain’t no reason to lose sleep, shit!” Tracy cackled. “That dame you had was keepin’ you up all hours of the night. I saw you was sitting with her in the bar downstairs, yesterday.”
“Mind your own business.”
“Ain’t that my business? Bruddah, you just listen to me, poontang is soul food.”
“Very well. I accede to your expertise in the field. Do you know how much our extended stay in Los Angeles cost us? “
“You know what we got for the money, man.”
“That’s true,” Jerry admitted. “It was valuable time. One rarely has the chance to enter extended negotiations that way. You impressed me, Tracy.”
“Thanks, man,” Tracy said, taken aback. “And we needed the time off, you know.”
“A spot of R and R would be beneficial to one’s mental health on such a long tour. We could schedule a stop each tour, don’t you suppose.”
“Might work.” Tracy put his finger on a line on the laptop screen. “How’d you get to that?”
“Health Insurance. I’m going thru a few options that old Franz suggested…”
Stella was sitting long-wise, stretched out along the seat when he returned. Tracy settled himself between her legs. “That feels fine don’t it, baby.” He wriggled his shoulders against her breasts. “You wanna comb out my hair for me?”
“Later,” she murmured. He’d have to sit forward for the comb. Stella wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his hair. The process was wearing out, and his own scent came through the bergamot. The bus was beginning to come to subdued life.
“I dig this,” she said. “I’m gonna get off, like this.” She was thrusting against his spine, rubbing her clit against the small of his back. Tracy groaned.
”Don’t you move,” Stella whispered. “You want me to be satisfied, don’t you?”
“Baby,” Tracy said, and swallowed. “Why don’t I just fuck you?”
“Here? On the bus?”
“That’s right, I could just lay you down right here in the aisle, hump on you till we get to Frisco.”
“Well, if that’s what you want,” Stella said softly. “But it’s not such a good idea, honey.” Tracy shuddered feeling the heat of her cunt at his spine.
“Why not? If that’s what I need from you. I maybe gonna have to do it, just fuck you in front of everybody, you keep that up. You gonna say no to me?”
“No, I’d let you.” She butted him between the shoulder blades. “You gonna make me come, six or seven times, Tracy Bell?”
“That’s right, baby,” he said triumphantly. “I want ‘em all to see the way you get off. I want ‘em to see how you’re my partner in crime, dig.”
“Well… I would think again, Trace.”
“Why?”
“If you do me like that, ever, Tracy, understand? I will fuck every single person you got with you on this tour. One at a time, probably. Starting with Chris Visage. Or maybe Jerry.”
“Shit,” Tracy said in amazement.
“Don’t believe me honey?”
“You’d really do it, huh.” He was glad she couldn’t see the foolish grin he was wearing. –All my life– Darkness, with webs of light.
“You’d better buy me that big economy box of Trojans.”
“What did I do to deserve you?” Tracy said luxuriously. “Something really, really good in my past life? You really gonna get yourself off, baby, do something for me?”
“What.” her growling voice behind him.
“Bite me when you come… Yeah, baby … Oh, yeah.” He shook the curls away from his neck, felt her teeth sink in as he bent it for her. Her whimper, the tremor in her thighs. “You’re too much, girl.”
Across the aisle, Tony suddenly rumbled; “Ah ain’t playing with your funky ol’ marked up cards, white boy!”
“Open a new pack, nigger,” Marco responded. The tour poker game had begun. John-John and Toffer came swinging down the aisle to join in. The first joint was lit, sending its skunky odor throughout the bus like incense. Tracy shut his eyes in utter contentment.
