Title: Angels in a Cage: Chapter Thirty-five, Sticky Sweet

Rating: NC-17  [sex]

Summary: Now that they have... consummated their relationship, everything is running on high. But Chris has a show with the band...

Not the least bit surprised that his libido was on high now that he had more than tasted Alyssa; Chris struggled to not wake Alyssa ever couple of hours to fuck her silly. His willpower, however, was strained, especially when she rolled onto her back in the wee hours of the morning, the sheet slipping off her young, supple body. He tried to tell himself that she needed sleep, that she needed rest after the previous night’s activities. Yet as prudent as those thoughts were, his green eyes focused so intently on her dark pink nipple.

All of his resolve slipped away.

Ever so carefully, Chris leaned towards her. Without touching her flesh at all, he gently blew across her nipple. As her nipple puckered and hardened, he smiled and repeated his actions. Alyssa murmured slightly, but did not seem to fully wake. Unable to resist the desire pounding through his body, Chris leaned down and kissed her swollen peak. She mumbled again, but did not move. So he began to suckle.

Moaning, her eyes fluttered open as his other hand reached across and cupped her other breast. Pulling up slightly with her nipple in his mouth, Chris’s eyes flicked up to her face. His smile released her pert bud before he kissed her rosy lips.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he breathed.

“Mmmm,” she stretched, rolling slightly towards him. “Good morning, handsome.”

“You probably wanted to sleep in some but…”

Alyssa pulled him into a deep kiss, “You wanted this.”

His hand slipped under the sheet, quickly cupping her sex, “Mmmm, you want it too.”

With little pause, Chris shifted over in bed and thrust into her. Alyssa gasped and moaned, clinging to him through his frantic pace. He kissed her sloppily before pushing up onto his knees and arching her body towards him. Squeezing her breasts, her hazel eyes remained locked with his while their bodies undulated together. As Chris maintained his quick and deep thrusts, Alyssa’s body quickly reacted in kind, clenching his as she shuddered in orgasm. Pressing deeply into her tight body, he grunted as his eyes rolled back, his body releasing in quick spurts.

With a sigh and a smile, he leaned down and kissed her, before carefully lying to her side, “I think…”

Her fingers ran through his hair, “Go back to sleep, baby. We’ll get up for real in a little while.”

Though they had made love multiple times during the night and couple of times during the day leading up to their departure for the Soundgarden show, Alyssa grudgingly slipped onto the back of Chris’s motorcycle. They could have driven his car to the Gorge. It might have even been more practical for the two and a half hour drive. Yet Chris insisted on the Harley.

It was not until they were out of the city, tearing down the highway, did she understand. The vibrations from the motorcycle’s engine were enough to keep her arousal just at the edge of needing release. By the time Chris pulled over to get gas, Alyssa was just about ready to jump him. Instead, she hurried into the convenience store, used the facilities, and bought a chocolate bar, before returning to him.

Saying nothing, Alyssa climbed back into her spot behind him on the motorcycle. She squeezed Chris tightly, letting him know she was settled. With a half-smile, he revved the engine briefly before heading away from the gas station. Closing her eyes, Alyssa tried to think of anything but the vibrations between her legs. Math equations, French translations, European History dates all rattled around in her mind. Yet as much as she tried to focus on those school-learned facts, being close to Chris, on his motorcycle, was winning.

Her hand slipped down from his waist, casually resting against the front of his jeans. Though he instantly noticed, Chris discarded it as an overt gesture. Yet her hand did not return to his waist, where her other one remained. Instead, she gently squeezed him.

Chris nearly swerved off the road.

Maintaining his composure, he waited until the next available spot to pull over. Though they were not hidden from passing motorists, Chris parked the Harley and quickly dismounted. He quickly pulled Alyssa to him, kissing her deeply.

“You can’t do things like that,” he muttered against her mouth.

Her hand snaked between them and gently massaged his growing bulge, “Chris, you had to know the bike would make me… aroused.”

His eyes widened slightly before he kissed her again, “So you want me to fuck you on the side of the road before we get to the Gorge?”

Her big, hazel eyes looked up at him, “I wouldn’t stop you if you tried.”

He groaned, but reached down and peeled her hand off of him, “We can’t, Lyssie.”

“Why not?”

Chris took a deep breath to calm himself as he stepped slightly away from her, “Because we’re on the side of the road where anyone can see us. And because we need to get to the Gorge so that I’m not late to my show. And because… just because.”

She pouted, “But, Chris, I want your co—”

He quickly kissed her, “Soon, baby, soon. But not here.”

Frowning, she sighed and nodded, “Okay.”

“Promise me you’ll keep your hands around my waist.”

She slowly nodded again.

Chris kissed her nose softly, “Let’s go, baby.”

When they arrived at The Gorge an hour later, Alyssa’s arousal instantly tempered by excitement at being at Lollapalooza. The electricity in the air was nearly palpable. She would have been excited to just be at the festival. But she was not just at the festival; she was at the festival with Chris.

Holding onto his waist as he headed back to where tour busses and bands congregated, Alyssa felt her heart pound. So many bands she heard on the radio or watched on TV milled about. Though she had met a few of them at Soundgarden’s album release party, this was far more intense.

Chris parked his Harley and held out his hand to Alyssa. With a quick wink, he turned and led her into the crazed crowd backstage. Her eyes darted around, trying to figure out who everyone was. Though a good number of the people they passed were roadies or other techs, she did recognize members of Rage Against the Machine, Violent Femmes, and Screaming Trees. Her fingers wiggled slightly in Chris’s as he paused to let two men carrying gear pass them. His green eyes briefly met hers before he flashed her a smile and continued on to find his band.

Releasing her once they met up with the band, Chris quickly joined in with pre-show preparations. For a moment, Alyssa stood awkwardly nearby, not sure what she should be doing, where she should be standing. Luckily, Chris’s guitar tech noticed the young woman. With a smile, he led her to the side of the stage where she would best be able to see the show.

When the band took the stage, Alyssa lost all ability to think. Her eyes focused on Chris as he adjusted his guitar and headed towards the microphone. Not one note played and yet she was breathless. She was finally seeing her favorite band on stage — and the lead singer was her boyfriend. How was she so lucky?

The guitar tech had set her up on Chris’s side of the stage, so Alyssa was able to meet his eyes a few times. Every single glance in her direction made her swoon — and feel ridiculous a moment later. They had been together for months now; she should have those feelings under control.

“But you’ve never seen him live like this before,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head.

Chris bounded off the stage, his black button-up shirt unbuttoned. Ever so briefly, Alyssa’s breath caught at the sight of his gleaming, bare chest. Swinging his guitar strap over his head, he held out the instrument to his tech before turning to his girlfriend. Not caring if anyone saw him, he quickly kissed her before accepting a towel to wipe the sweat as he headed away from the stage.

Trotting to keep up with him, Alyssa said nothing. She wanted to tell him how amazing the show was, but as others related to the Lollapalooza tour were already doing just that, she remained silent. He probably did not need to hear the same things from her. In fact, the more accolades he heard from other musicians and whoever else, the less she felt she was even needed there. The euphoria of watching Chris play was quickly disappearing.

Stopping and suddenly turning to her, Chris’s green eyes met hers, “Do you want to stay for Metallica or should we head home?”

“Whatever you want,” she muttered softly, eyes dropping to the trampled down grass.

His fingers went to her chin, tilting her head back up to meet his gaze, “Lyssie, which would you like?”

“Whichever you wa—”

He quickly kissed her to silence her reply again, “We’re going home.”

Without saying much of anything to anyone, Chris led her back to where he parked his Harley earlier. They both climbed back into position and soon weaved out from backstage. Though Alyssa clung to him just as before, she closed her eyes and tried to focus on anything but the negative thoughts assaulting her mind. She would have even welcomed arousal brought on by the vibrating motorcycle between her legs, but in her current frame of mind, that did not happen.

Even though he did not stop for gas on the drive back to the city, believing he could make it the house without needing to, Chris could tell something was wrong. He did not need her hands to wander while he was driving, as it was unsafe to both of them, but there was something not quite right about how she was holding onto him. Considering he noticed her awe and joy at the show, he was very confused about her change in emotions. Hopefully once they got home — and he showered — she would open up to him.

Though she did not seem to care either way, Chris left Alyssa with the dogs and hurried upstairs to shower once they reached his house. She was still outside with the two pups when he shook the water from his hair and skipped downstairs. Standing in the doorway to the backyard for a moment, he watched her movements, trying to read her mood from that alone.

“Lyssie,” he spoke softly, causing her to pivot on the step she sat to look at him.

Saying nothing, she stood, tapped her thigh to get the dogs’ attention. She ducked under Chris’s arm and entered the house. Turning, he whistled at the dogs and led them to their room for the night. As he closed their door, he noticed Alyssa was already heading upstairs without him.

“Lyssie?” he headed up behind her. “Do you want to… talk?”

“What’s there to talk about?”

“Um, maybe your complete shift in mood?” he pointed out.

She shrugged, continuing up from the main floor to the second floor, “I’m just tired.”

Though that was a valid answer, he did not think it was her actual answer. Rather than push it, Chris followed her into the bedroom. He stood awkwardly for a moment before moving to close the curtains while she changed into one of his shirts to sleep in.

Turning as she climbed into the bed, he said, “I’m really glad you were at the show tonight. I know it sounds silly, but… I feel like I performed better with you there.”

“Oh?” her hazel eyes met his before he pivoted and flicked off the overhead light.

“It was a much better show with you in the wings, Lyssie,” he declared, slipping into the bed next to her. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Of course I did. It was everything I could have hoped for,” she responded.

“Really?” excitement filled his voice.

“It was nothing like the little show I went to before the album was released. This was big. The energy was electrifying. I felt like… you don’t care about all of this.”

“What? Of course I do. Your opinion matters most of all.”

“I just thought with all the good things being said to you backstage…”

He quickly leaned over and kissed her, “They will always be blowing smoke up my ass, Alyssa. I know this. But how you feel about anything — and I mean anything, not just concerts, albums, music — will always eclipse what everyone else tells me. Always.”

“But after, you were…”

“Baby,” he kissed her again, “your opinion will always trump everyone else’s. Always.”

“I thought that maybe…”

“Shhhh,” his lips touched hers. “You are always more important than all the bullshit. Trust me, Lyssie.”

“I trust you completely, Chris.”

“And I you.”

Though he had not intended their conversation to progress into lovemaking, he did not hesitate when she opened her arms and then legs to him. Certain to bring her to orgasm before even considering himself, Chris loved her gently and openly. As their bodies united once more, his eyes locked with hers. Her soft moans seemed to be filled with the music of a thousand songs. In that moment, he knew he was truly home. She was the one he dreamt about all his life. He was never letting her go.

Slowly waking, Chris stretched like a cat. It took him a few slow moments to realize he woke in bed alone. Slightly alarmed, he rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of soft PJ pants. After a quick stop in the bathroom, he headed out in search of his girlfriend. Not even a few steps down the stairs, he realized where she was: in the kitchen cooking and singing softly.

With a grin on his face, he skipped down the remaining steps and bounded into the kitchen. Slipping up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck loudly. Alyssa giggled, but did not protest or push him away. Rather, she suggestively wiggled her ass against him.

“Oh really now, Miss Morgan?” he teased, his hands leaving her waist to squeeze her hips.

“Maybe after breakfast,” she answered, flipping over a pancake.

“And what do we have here?”

“Banana pancakes and maple sausage,” she responded. “And there’s fresh orange juice in the fridge.”

He kissed her neck again before pulling away, “You spoil me, Lyssie.”

“How is this spoiling you?” she asked, adding the new pancake to the one already on the warm plate.

“It’s not often,” he paused to pour two glasses of juice, “that the most beautiful girl makes love to me all night and then cooks me breakfast.”

“Oh but it has happened before?” she teased before flipping over another pancake.

“Only once. And she certainly was not as lovely as you,” he declared before stealing a kiss from her lips. “And no one has ever looked as perfect in my shirt as you do right now.”

Flushing, Alyssa turned away from him to put her attention back on the breakfast. Smirking, Chris set the table, glasses of juice included, before returning to her side. Though ill-advised, his arms circled her waist again as his lips nibbled on her earlobe and kissed down her throat. He purposefully pressed his hips towards her, letting her feel his morning arousal. Though she enjoyed it, Alyssa pushed him away to finish cooking breakfast.

“You better eat quickly,” Chris declared once they finally sat down for breakfast.

“Oh?” she arched an eyebrow while pouring syrup over her pancakes. “Why is that?”

“Because I’m going to ravish you.”

Alyssa laughed, “Are you now?”

“Not now. After breakfast,” he stated, accepting the syrup from her.

“And if I say no?”

Chris frowned, “Really?”

“Maybe,” she winked at him.

“Well then…” he sliced into his stack of pancakes and took a bite. “These are amazing, Lyssie. How did you know banana pancakes were my favorite?”

“Just a feeling.”

“You spoil me.”

She remained silent for a long moment, “I only treat you the way I think you should be treated, the way one should treat someone they love.”

His eyes snapped to hers. Instantly, she looked down at her plate, a flush creeping into her cheeks. Both knew what she had just alluded to, even spoke. It was one thing to talk love things while naked in bed together. It was something else to admit it during daylight hours.

As he looked at the pretty young woman next to him, a slow smile filled his face. Her sweet admission was the truth. He knew that in his heart and soul. And he felt it too.

“Baby,” he reached over and covered her hand, “I am going to worship you like the princess you are. I am going to show you how very much I love you. You will never have any reason to ever doubt it.”

Her eyes finally lifted to meet his, “Chris, I…”

He leaned over and kissed her softly, “I do too, Lyssie. I do too.”