Smolder (The Road to Rocktoberfest 2024)

25. Chapter Twenty-five

Chapter Twenty-five

Skyler

The band members were watching some stupid movie in Sandy’s media room when I stuck my head inside. They’d had hot wings delivered, so the whole room smelled like cayenne pepper. I poked Riv in the arm and leaned forward, still in a towel and my briefs. “Who paid for those?”

River paused the movie and turned to stare over his shoulder before his nose wrinkled and he hissed. “ Shiiit! Are you in here naked? That’s disgusting.”

All eyes turned to me, and I laughed. “No, dipshit. Listen, don’t let Marshall pay for anything else. I’ll explain it to you all tomorrow. If you need money, come talk to me, you brat.” I mussed his hair and went upstairs, where Sandy had already taken our clothes.

Sandy met me at the top of the stairs with a soft bathrobe. “We can take a shower in my room, okay? Sleep in my room with me, please? I don’t want to be away from you.”

His sage-green eyes stared into my soul, and I was a bit speechless until my brain kicked in again. “Do you mean these things you say?”

It was hard to believe a former NFL defensive tackle could be so honest about wanting to be with me. Yes, I was generalizing based on a stereotype once again. Hearing him say these things reminded me how big a mistake I’d made the night before by thinking he’d slept with that woman. He wasn’t a dumb jock. He was a man who had strong feelings and was willing to share them with me. For Sandy to say he didn't want to be apart from me? It took my breath away.

“I won’t say shit I don’t mean. So, shower? We can order some pizza or something after if you want. I sound like a fucking sap, but I just want to be next to you. Just want to hold you.”

What the hell does one say to that? Honesty was the only answer.

“I don’t say things I don’t mean either. Yes, I enjoy spending time with you. Yes, I’d love to shower with you, and I thought you’d already extended an invitation for me to sleep in your bed. I love you too. What’s it going to take for you to believe me?”

Sandy stared at me for a moment. “Do you really love me, or are you just saying it out of guilt?”

I wanted to laugh, but I could see he was serious. “I’d never say I loved anyone if it wasn’t absolutely true.”

“Okay then.”

We went into the bathroom and finished undressing before getting into Sandy’s huge shower. He reached up and pulled the elastic out of my hair that I’d forgotten about after he’d dragged us into the pool. “Can I wash your hair?”

It was an odd request. “Uh, sure.”

He moved me under the spray as he stood in front of me, his clavicle right there for the nibbling. So I did.

Sandy’s strong fingers massaged my scalp, so I closed my eyes—still nibbling—and let him have his way with my hair. I could feel his caring soul in every massage of his fingers.

“Do you like your hair with a little length?” Feeling the hum of his voice through my lips as I pressed kisses to his chest was new.

The top of my hair had been longer than the sides when I started letting it grow at Marshall’s insistence. Would I keep it after I wasn’t impersonating a rock star any longer? I wasn’t sure.

“I like pulling it back so it doesn’t flop on my forehead. None of the male teachers at school have long hair except the guy who teaches shop. I’m not sure how they’d feel about me with long hair since we attend music competitions.” Everyone at the school was quite conservative, which was why I wasn’t out and proud there.

“Do they have strict rules against such things?” Sandy moved me under the spray and ran his fingers through the strands to help rinse out the spicy-smelling shampoo.

“Nothing I’ve seen in writing, but the fact that only the shop teacher has long hair, which he wears in a braid, might mean the rest of the male teachers don’t think it’s a good idea. I really don’t give much thought to my hair, you know.” Sandy chuckled as he reached for a bottle of conditioner and pumped some in his palm before slicking it through my hair.

“Well, I like it, but I liked it when you got here, so that must mean I just like you . Anyway, trade me spots. Let that sit for a few minutes.

“What do you think your dad and the guys in his band will think of the song as you guys performed it yesterday? I’m sure Marsh will show it to them first thing.”

He proceeded to wash his body, so I did the same—washed his body. Getting my hands all over him was an opportunity I wouldn’t pass up…ever.

“He’ll be pissed because they sounded incredible, but I still think they’ll all like what they hear. I wonder what the studio will think?”

Sandy washed his hair as he rinsed off under the spray, so I washed myself, and then we traded places for me to rinse. As I started to step out, Sandy wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his body. Once again, his eyes locked on mine. “I love you.”

I grinned at him, both of us standing under the rainfall showerhead. “I love you too.” It felt good to say it and know he wasn’t just saying words to get into my pants.

Sandy ducked to kiss me, picking me up and hauling me up his long torso. His thick cock brushed against mine as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He pressed my back to the shower wall, and right then, I wanted him inside me more than anything.

“Have you been tested recently?” I bit his earlobe before I sucked on it to relieve the sting.

“Mmmm. Yeah. Back in March, when I had a physical. You?”

I released his soft lobe and kissed along the side of his jaw. “Due for one before school starts.”

“I can get you an appointment with my doctor. He can probably see you on Tuesday. I’m negative for all problematic issues, and my blood pressure is perfect. I have the beginning of a cataract in my left eye, and I now have reading glasses I don’t wear as often as I need to. The Players’ Association has a great healthcare plan.”

I giggled, which was becoming too frequent a thing, but the guy had me giddy. “How about your teeth?”

He opened his mouth wide and turned his head a little from side to side. That made me laugh again. “Nice. Am I too heavy?” I wasn’t fat, but I had muscle tone, so I was heavier than I looked.

“Not too heavy at all, but I don’t want to drop you. Let’s take this to bed. What do you say?” He winked before he put me down, making sure I had my footing before letting go. He turned off the water, and we got out.

I quickly dried off, my hard cock not losing any steam. Sandy did a quick wipe down of himself before he grabbed the plush robes and carried them into the bedroom, tossing them on the bench at the end of the bed. He opened the drawer to the nightstand and reached for a bottle of lube and a condom, tossing both on the bed.

We turned down the bedspread and the top sheet before we climbed in, meeting in the middle. Our torsos were about the same length—his strong legs were longer than mine, explaining much of the height difference—so kissing him was much easier, and I didn’t hesitate. His lips were soft and warm, and when mine touched them, I could see sparks flying behind my eyelids.

Our cocks brushed against each other as Sandy’s strong hands explored my sides until he reached my nipples. I gasped as he tweaked them. “Sensitive?”

“Yes.” His thumb and index finger pinched until my nipples were pebbled, and then he released them, and the rush of blood returning made me warm all over.

I was anxious to get him inside me, so I reached for the lube next to his knee. “You wanna get me ready, or do you want me to do it?”

“May I?” He held out his hand, and I gave him the lube. “Down on your front, ass in the air, please.”

I laughed as I assumed the position. “Are you always so polite?”

Sandy didn’t answer, only chuckled before he spread my ass cheeks, his tongue circling my rim. “ Gah! ”

His deep laugh reverberated through my body where his tongue was spearing inside me. It felt wonderful, but I had to relax to let him inside.

“Mmmm. You taste good, teach.” Sandy flattened his tongue and licked my hole before he slapped my right ass cheek. The sting was sharp, but the intrusion of his tongue and the circling of his middle finger made me forget immediately.

The snick of the lube bottle had my heart speeding. Sandy drizzled a trail of lube down the trench of my ass, moving his lips to kiss the spot where he’d spanked me.

“I love seeing my handprint on your beautiful skin. We’ll have to explore that more the next time.”

Two fingers slid inside and scissored for a moment before they were removed. “On your back, baby.”

Without hesitation, I rolled onto my back, happy to see his beautiful face. “Legs on my shoulders.” I easily moved my legs up to his strong shoulders.

Sandy’s beautiful sage-green eyes scanned my body, making me feel self-conscious. “What’s wrong? Did you— Did you change your mind?”

“Not on your life. I just love looking at you.” He then reached for the condom and opened the package, sliding it on before he moved his right hand back to my hole, circling it with his thumb as his left hand slicked the condom.

Two fingers slid inside, opening me. Sandy bent me in half as he leaned forward to kiss me again. His tongue traced my lips before mine came out to play. Our mouths teased each other before he spoke. “Tell me how much prep you want. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Go for it. I’m ready.” God was I ready.

Sandy positioned his cock at my entrance and pushed forward until the thick head breached me. I inhaled deeply, blew out my breath, and nodded. He slid inside the rest of the way until he bottomed out, staring into my eyes.

“One sec.” I sucked in another breath and released it, the sting making my skin prickle. As it started to fade, I nodded. “Ready.”

Sandy pushed back on my thighs until my feet rested on his pecks, and then his focus shifted to where he pumped his cock deep inside me. “God, that’s sexy as fuck.”

I had no doubt it was, though I couldn’t see it. “You need to put mirrors on the ceiling so I can see too.”

Sandy glanced up to the ceiling and grinned. “I’ll have to check into that, teach. Wanna be on top?”

“God, yes.” He held on to the condom and pulled out, flopping on his back next to me as he held up his hard cock.

I put my leg over his waist and reached around to move his cockhead where I needed it. I braced my hands on his strong chest and slowly sank down. “Fuck, this is good.”

“There’s that bad boy who haunts my dreams. Get us there.”

I rode him. It had been so long since I’d had a good fuck, and I aggressively moved on his thick dick. The stimulation to my prostate was exactly what I needed as I raced toward my climax. Sooner than I wanted, I was on the verge of spraying his chest. “I’m almost there. You?”

Every sensation was mind-numbing—my taint rubbing against his pelvis. His strong palms rubbing my inner thighs before his thumbs caressed my balls. “Come on me, teach.”

I reached behind me and tugged on his balls before his pelvis titled and he pulsed inside me. I let go with him, spraying cum all over his sparsely-haired chest. My heart was nearly pounding out of my chest as I rested on the thighs he’d raised behind my back.

“Fuck, that was good.” Sandy reached for me, so I leaned forward to kiss him.

“Yeah, it was, stud.” I giggled as he slid from me. If our lovemaking was that good every time, I was in for a lot of fun.

Monday morning, after spending a wonderful night in Sandy’s bed, not getting much sleep, I sat at the table on the pool deck and opened my laptop to log into the West Peoria School District’s Student/Teacher Bulletin Board to see what was going on with the students and my fellow faculty members.

The throwback tour started on July twelfth at Brick by Brick in San Diego. That gave all of us about two weeks to practice.

I logged into my teacher account on the platform, seeing Mrs. Brownlee had made good on her threat to put up the video of our performance. She’d tagged me in an email she’d posted to the general bulletin board, and those who saw it responded and tagged me in return.

There were lots of hearts and thumbs-ups from my middle school kids, which made me smile. I quickly gave them hearts as I went down the line. My high school kids gave typical teenager responses: Cool , Go, Mr. A , and a few Why didn’t you send us tickets ?

I gave hearts to most and a laughing emoji for the ticket comments. When I got to the end of the comments on the video, I decided to make a post

Hey gang! Mr. A here. I wanted to thank Mrs. Brownlee for posting the video of our performance at Mountain Fest. I enjoyed playing with a group of friends who have a new band called Accidental Fire. We’ll be opening for From the Ashes at a few venues in California from the middle of July through the beginning of August. I might miss the first day of school, but I’ll be back, never fear. Have a great summer, everyone! Mr. Ashe

Finishing up my post, I put up the performance schedule and said I’d take pictures at each show for our beginning-of-the-year icebreaker. I was looking forward to sharing the photos with the kids.

I clicked over to the teacher bulletin board to see a note in my inbox from Christine Quinton, the elementary school music teacher and my assistant with the high school choir.

Skyler -- Petey Ritter’s grandmother, Elsie, died on June 8th. Rich is back on regular patrols since school’s out, and he told me about it. Petey has an older brother who’s in jail, so Petey was put into foster care. Rich said he wasn’t taking it well and kept asking how to get in touch with you. I’ll update you when I know more. Give me a call if you have time. You’ve got my number. Chris

That was troubling. I’d have to call her to see what was going on. Petey was a sweet kid who didn’t seem to be able to get a break.

After logging out, I finished my coffee and went inside. Upstairs, the kitchen was busy as the bandmates got themselves breakfast. Sandy, however, was nowhere to be found.

“Anybody know where Sandy went? Where’s Marshall?”

River glanced at Arlo, who was shoving a bagel in his mouth. He held up a finger, so I waited. “Marsh said we should go to your parents’ house to discuss a practice schedule. He and Sandy were arguing when I came down for coffee.”

“About what?” JD asked from his seat beside the large island.

“Some shit about Marsh trying to take advantage of us.” Arlo turned to me. “Is this what you meant when you said not to let Marshall pay for anything?”

I poured myself a cup of coffee and stood in front of the kitchen island, leaning against the large farmhouse sink. They deserved an explanation, and it appeared up to me to give them one.

“Let me say I’ve never had an agent, so I’m only going on information Sandy told me. He believes his brother will try to enforce a verbal contract you don’t have with him. He represents From the Ashes, and Sandy and I think he’ll put their best interests ahead of yours. Sandy and I don’t want to see that happen. I’m going for a run, and when I get back, we’ll borrow Sandy’s Yukon and go over to the farm. Clean up your mess.”

I hurried upstairs and changed, pulling my hair back after slipping on my running shoes. I stepped out of the spare bedroom I’d been using and stopped to look into Sandy’s room, remembering what we’d shared almost all night. I wondered if his ass was as tender as mine was this morning.

I went downstairs and headed toward the front door just as it opened. Sandy was chugging a bottle of water as sweat poured down his gorgeous body. His T-shirt was draped around his neck and his grin was a mile wide.

“You’re late today,” he teased. I usually got up before the sun and went for a run, but I was too lazy to move this morning, so I’d slept in and hadn’t heard him leave earlier.

“Yes, well, I wonder why? Someone fucked the life out of me,” I teasingly whispered in his ear.

He chuckled. “Yeah, tell me about it. I was hoping you weren’t up yet.”

It was my turn to grin. “You could go another round?”

“I doubt it, but I sure as hell would like to try.” He kissed the side of my neck. “What’s the plan for today?”

“After my run, may I borrow your Yukon? We need to go to my mother’s place to meet with Marshall and From the Ashes regarding a practice schedule. We’ve got to hash out how they want to proceed with the song. You don’t want to be a part of that.”

Sandy smirked. “I really don’t because I’m afraid I’d beat the life out of my own brother. Don’t let him talk you into anything.”

“I hate that this mess has you guys on opposite sides.” I truly did hate it. I knew Sandy loved Marsh, and I didn’t want to come between them.

“Teach, don’t worry about me. Marsh and I have a history of fighting, I promise you. This is nothing. I don’t want you to worry about it. Where is Marsh?”

I shrugged. “Not sure. He must have left after you went out for your run. I’ll be back.”

I headed out, trying to clear my thoughts as I ran so I could prepare to do battle with Regal. I hoped it wasn’t necessary, but I needed to be ready. He was a cagey old dog, still as manipulative as ever. He would definitely try to take advantage of me, and if he could talk my mother into helping him, he’d likely win.