XXV

The band went straight from the stage to the showers, congratulating each other for the incredible show they had put on and commenting on each other’s performances. They were exhausted but euphoric: it had been a memorable night for sure. A few songs after Runaway Jon had found out about the sound problem and had killed at least 4 or 5 people in his mind, but by now he was too high to give anybody shit about it so he just enjoyed the moment.

Richie was anxious to meet Frédérique and share this moment with her. That, would make everything perfect, so he showered and just put on a blue robe – French blue, he giggled – and placed the hood over his damp hair. He stormed out of the showers and a few steps from him, in front of his dressing room door, saw Nikki with her arms crossed over her chest, a menacing look on her face. In front of the door was also one of the crew members who was in charge of security backstage.

“What’s wrong, Nikki?”, Richie asked kindly.

“He won’t let me in”, she answered on the verge of a tantrum.

But the man didn’t utter a word, and opened the door just enough to give room for Richie to walk through it. Frowning at the intriguing situation, Richie stretched his neck first and looked into the room. He felt Nikki pushing from behind to make her way into the room, but he stopped her.

“Not now Nikki, see you later?”, said Richie and waited for Nikki’s protest: he knew it was coming.

“But-“

“Go, Nikki”

She recognized the voice tone: she wasn’t going to succeed, so she let out a sharp sigh and walked down the corridor back to the backstage room.

Richie carefully slipped into the space between the door and the jamb and closed the door behind him before activating the lock. Then stood with his back against the door, crossed his legs one on top of the other by the ankles and hooked his thumbs on the robe’s belt.

“I think you forgot to take this one to the stage” said Frédérique, as she lay on her right side, naked on the red velvet sofa of Richie’s dressing room, her head supported by her right arm and her left hand resting on top of her along her left side. A leopard print hat leant against her body, covering her crotch.

Richie stood by the door, taking in the erotic sight in front of his eyes, his groin already throbbing. Frédérique’s body imitated the shape of a guitar, and her long, dark, silky hair cascaded from her scalp and over the edge of the sofa. She had that look in her brownish-greenish eyes, but there was more than just desire in them, and Richie hoped that Frédérique could see that his own eyes carried the same message.

His eyes still locked with Frédérique’s, Richie walked slowly to the side of the sofa, trying to keep a serious face. He took off the hood from his head, then took the hat from Frédérique’s crotch and put it on as he spoke in a thick, low voice:

“Quit stealing my stuff”

“But it’s so fuzzy and soft…I like it” Frédérique spoke in a pucker as she incorporated herself and extended her arm to take the hat off Richie’s head, but he took a step backwards and captured her wrist with his hand, pulling her closer to him. Frédérique could feel his erection growing under the robe and tried to prevent her lips from curling up in a smirk.

“OK, then…but it doesn’t go with the robe”, she purred, then slightly shook her head and wrinkled her nose, “brown and blue…tsk tsk”.

Richie, understanding Frédérique’s tease and still grasping her wrists, put his other hand on the top of the hat and started lifting it from his head.

“I’ll take it off, then”

“Wait, maybe I said it wrong…” Frédérique lifted herself up on her toes to speak against Richie’s lips, “…it’s the robe that doesn’t go with the hat”, and settled her lips on his, pressing her hips forward against the bulge on Richie’s crotch and taking his hand gently from the hat. Richie let out a throaty moan in response to the pressure of her hips.

He let go of her wrist and she put her heels back on the floor, then placed her right index finger on the base of his throat and started trailing down slowly over the baby soft skin between the lapels of the robe, meeting with her other hand to tug at the knot on the belt.

Richie swallowed hard in anticipation and took Frédérique’s head in his hands to suck her lower lip into his, then as his tongue savoured her taste, his hands glided down over her hair on her back and rested on each of her butt cheeks.

They pulled apart just a second to allow Frédérique to open the robe, then she pressed her body again against Richie’s, circling his waist with her arms, her hands stroking the warm soft skin of his back as they lost themselves in a deep, more urgent kiss. While doing so, they both tried to accommodate Richie’s now full-grown erection in the space between their bodies. Frédérique was so aroused that a drop of her wetness started trailing down her inner thigh. Richie’s body was still letting out steam from the hot shower and his skin was extremely sensitive.

Frédérique then motioned forward and they stumbled as she removed her hands from Richie’s back and moved to help the robe fall from off his shoulders. By the time his ass hit the table across the room in front of the sofa, he was already naked, wearing just his fuzzy leopard print hat. While her arms wrapped themselves around his neck, he pulled her to him by the hips, and one of his hands swiftly traveled down to her crotch. When Richie felt Frédérique’s wet core he was ready to throw her on top of the sofa and fuck her senseless, but he delighted himself in her reaction to his touch, and started flicking her clit with his fingers. To allow him more access, Frédérique lifted her leg and placed her foot on the edge of the table next to Richie’s hips.

“Mmm, I like it that you’re so bendy”, said Richie against her ear. She eased her arms from around his neck and her hands were now on the back of his neck, entangling her fingers with the short damp tresses.

“Richie…”

Frédérique let her head fall back and closed her eyes, parting her lips to gasp for air while Richie increased his ministrations until he felt her shudder and her abdomen muscles tense. Then, he captured her lips to silence her whimper and held her body tight against his with his other arm so she didn’t fall as she rode her orgasm, while he, in turn, concentrated on enjoying how her body responded to the pleasure he was making her feel, which increased his arousal even more.

After the exquisite moment passed and Frédérique was firmly back on her feet, Richie pulled apart and in between gasps he managed to say:

“So…I take it…you liked the show?”

Frédérique chuckled throatily against his chest, still trying to catch her breath.

She looked up to meet his gaze, releasing his neck, and humored him with a pucker:

“Well…you didn’t play any of your songs…”, then she put her right index finger on the cleft of his chin while her other hand rested on Richie’s left pec, scraping over his hard nipple and the soft fur around it.

Richie’s hands were back busy at work with her ass, cupping it and squeezing it – he could never get enough of that perfect, firm, round ass.

“And…uh…which one do you like?”, he said softly before nuzzling her neck, his self-control starting to dissolve as he smelled the sweet sheet of sweat Frédérique’s orgasm had caused her body to produce.

Frédérique had now both her hands fanned over Richie’s pecs, and looked into his eyes mischievously to purr:

“What if I give you a clue and you guess?”

“Alright, I like games” Richie agreed with a smirk, his tone changing from seductive to playful, dimples forming in his cheeks, “If I get it right I get to fuck you?”

“Maybe”, said Frédérique devilishly, “…but if I win…I get to suck your dick”.

The dirty talk mixed with the French accent sent a blast of electricity down Richie’s spine right to his groin - he knew how good she was at it and the thought of what was coming made his dick unbearably hard. Frédérique felt the warmness of his pre-cum on her stomach and his fists clenched above the small of her back: he was ready. Richie pressed his forehead against Frédérique’s and took a deep breath to control himself.

“Fuck…”

“Wrong answer” said Frédérique and ravished his mouth with a kiss, “I win”

“Holy shit” was all Richie was able to utter as Frédérique quickly kissed her way down his chest to his stomach, briefly stopping to lick and kiss his belly button. He dropped his head back and held to the edge of the table with both hands. He was so hard that he thought that the minute she took him in his mouth he was going to come.

“Fred! Fuck!” he shouted in surprise and looked down.

As if she had read his mind, Frédérique went straight to the task of taking him as deep as she could, but only managed to cover a portion of his huge endowment. Richie let out a long groan that later turned into a throaty growl, while Frédérique’s mouth worked on the head and both her hands on the rest of the shaft. He couldn’t help but slightly press his hips forward, but tried to control himself in order not to hurt her.

Richie let his head fall back and closed his eyes -  if he looked, it would be the end. But after only a few moments he couldn’t resist anymore, his knuckles whitened with the tension, the veins in his arms popped up as if they were going to burst. As soon as he lifted his head up to look down at Frédérique, he saw her jerk her head backwards as his orgasm exploded in her mouth. That was all Richie could see before his sight became clouded and he lost himself in the waves of pleasure that flooded his senses. A deep moan escaped his mouth and his knees weakened.

Frédérique held him in her mouth until she felt him relax and then stood up to help him stumble and drop himself like a potato sack on the sofa.

Frédérique took Richie’s hat and put it on herself and spoke in a blameless manner:

“I’m keeping this one”

“Yes, you are”, said Richie with a smirk, arching his eyebrows.

He then lay down stretched along the sofa, placing his head on the armrest and his left forearm over his forehead. With his free hand he pulled Frédérique down to place her in the space between his body and the back of the sofa.

They cuddled and kissed softly, for some more minutes until they heard a loud knock on the door and Jon’s voice coming from the other side.

“No second round for you two lovebirds!” - Richie and Frédérique burst out laughing -  “we’re gettin’ outta here!”