No Past, No Future Ch. 03

"Anything. Anything at all."

He cocked an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Yes, just...oh god, fuck me..." I moaned like an idiot.

Chris reached down and undid my shorts and slid them and my panties down and off my legs.

"Ok, now I'm gonna fuck you, but you have to lie on the hood of my car."

I lifted my head in question but he shook his head. "No questions," he said.

Suddenly he was in control and I liked this new twist. He helped me up and we went over to the car. I slid my ass up on the hood and lay back as he asked. It was still warm but it felt nice.

"Spread your arms wide and don't move them," he said with a voice full of lust.

Was I becoming Chris Cornell's love slave, I wondered? I guess there were worse things.

I stretched my arms out wide and waited in anticipation. He was still naked and his cock was rising. I was expecting it to impale me but instead he spread my legs wide so my center was fully exposed to him. It made me quiver. He bent over me and cupped both breasts in his hands and mashed them together. I could see that my nipples were still hard. He lowered his mouth and began to lick the crevice between them. Up and down went his tongue. My legs started to close.

"Keep them open," he commanded before going back to licking.

Hearing that voice and the way it was talking to me thrilled me. At last he released my aching breasts and turned his attention to my cunt. The slight breeze blew and ruffled the small patch of pubic hair that coated my mound and gave me shivers. Chris used his thumbs and parted my lips before bringing his mouth down to lap at the juices that were spilling out.

"Ugh," was all I could manage. I remembered the last time he ate me well over a year ago in the New Mexico desert. He was even better this time.

Chris' tongue plunged inside my dripping hole and lapped up all the honey that had collected there. Slowly fucking me with his tongue, I began to arch my back. He kept that up for an eternity before making his way to my clit. Just the merest touch gave me a jolt.

"Oh fuck, Chris!" I yelled.

"Keep those arms outstretched," he reminded as he stopped for a second. "And tell me when you're ready to cum, ok baby?"

"Yes...oh please...don't stop," I gasped.

He went back to sucking and licking my clit. I tried to hold on as long as I could because I never wanted it to end. Ever.

Chris' hands held my thighs firmly as I quivered all over. His expert licking was driving me crazy. Every muscle was taut and stretched as I lifted my mound upward and upward towards his hungry mouth. And he did not relent one bit but he was intent on bringing me right to the edge and letting me hang. Each time I could feel it mounting, he sensed it and pulled back. He did that over and over until I begged him to let me cum.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Yes...oh yes..." I moaned.

He nipped at my clit and I cried out. "I'm going to cum!"

Suddenly he pulled his face away from my snatch and hauled me across the hood of the car until my ass was almost hanging off. Before I knew what had hit me, he plunged his cock deep into my cunt. That was all I needed as the orgasm that had been waiting for so long erupted. Chris plunged into me hard and I thought he would go right through my cervix.

"Yeah, baby," he cried. "I feel you...cum!"

I lifted myself up as the orgasm went on and on. Chris savagely fucked me and as I watched every muscle in his neck bulge he came in a long shuddering gasp.

It was awesome.

I shut my eyes during the ride down the mountain because Chris had wiped me out. Coupled with my hangover, I definitely needed the rest. You never knew what would happen next with him.

Luckily Chris felt the same way. After dinner out, we crashed at my place. He admitted he was pretty tired after the long summer of touring and being sedated for flights. We parked it on my bed with a bottle of good Napa wine. Ironically 'Vanishing Point' was on a cable channel. We watched that with the sound low. I was wearing a nightshirt and panties and he sported a pair of shorts.

Everything seemed so relaxed and so right, it was scary. For someone who had all that money and fame he was totally at ease in my modest house. He never put on the airs of someone that was well traveled and living large. I appreciated it more than he knew.

I was feeling sleepy when he started to caress my thigh with his callused hands.

"So how long ago was it for you?" he asked with a hint of mischief in his voice.

"Since I last came?"

"Yeah."

I pretended to think hard. "Oh, last week."

He looked at me in surprise. "Just last week? You pick up another one of those cowboys again?"

I laughed, but it hurt just a little. "Actually it was a solo affair."

"Ahhhh." He slid his hand to my inner thigh and I shivered. "So...you have some toys that you use?"

"Yes, I have toys," I admitted. "Us women aren't ashamed."

"I never said you were. So what do you use?"

He was intrigued and I found it amusing. "I have some vibrators, different sizes."

"Show me."

"You sure?" I asked.

"Yeah, go ahead."

I shrugged and opened the drawer in my nightstand and got the largest one. I held up for his inspection.

"Whoa," he said, clearly taken aback. "I can't compete with that!"

I laughed. "I have other devices. Like my clit stimulator. Man, that one is good." I couldn't believe I was talking about these devices with him, it was so odd.

"Oh those are good, let me see," he said.

I showed him the butterfly vibe. He took it and rubbed his thumb over the little nubs. "I bet you like this one," he said, his voice getting sexy.

"I do," I said, blushing a bit.

"Turn it on."

I turned it on and it started to hum. He placed it on my mound and immediately my pussy started to tingle. Even though we had mind-blowing sex earlier in the day, he had awoken my sexual side and it wasn't going quietly. I admitted to myself that I wanted more.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked in a low voice.

"Mmmm," was all I could say.

"So let me ask you this," he started. "What sex position is the hardest for you to cum in?"

"Probably missionary style," I said, my eyes closing. Chris was pressing the clit vibrator into my panty-clad mound.

"Ok, we'll do it that way," he said standing up.

My eyes snapped open. "What?"

"We'll fuck that way and you can use your vibe to get off. It will be wonderful."

I looked at him, aghast. "Nothing inhibits you, does it?"

His expression turned serious. "Let me tell you something, babe, you can't be inhibited if you have to perform in front of thousands every night, so you know what I'm sayin'?"

He was right. I said nothing and watched him slide his shorts off that lean hard body. Unbelievably, his cock was stiff.

"I just love seeing a woman cum hard," he said. "And you're going to again."

I believed him. He reached up and slid my panties off and parted my legs. I was already wet and ready for him. He placed the vibrator directly on my clit and told me to hold it there.

"You cum better if something is inside you, right?"

I nodded.

"Well, tonight's your lucky night," he said laughing. "So just relax and I'll do the work. I know you had a rough night last night." He winked at me. Every time he looked at me that way, I melted.

He didn't plunge in right away. Instead he massaged my pussy lips a while. I was holding the vibrator against my already over-sensitive clit. Delicious sensations permeated my body and my nipples began to harden underneath my shirt. I couldn't believe we were doing it again – we were like teenagers.

"You ready for me baby?" he asked softly.

"Yes..." I breathed.

Slowly and deliberately he pushed his cock against my opening. It slid in easily because I was so wet.

"Now wrap those luscious legs around me," he said.

I did as asked and he pushed deep inside. I gasped. He liked what he heard and leaned over me a bit and began to pump. I moved the vibrator around my clit and moaned. It was like I hadn't had sex in months, the way I was acting.

Chris began a nice slow rhythm. It was like we knew each other so well even though it was only the third time we had been together and many months separated those rendezvous as well.

"I can feel the vibrations," he grunted. "They feel good, baby."

"Ughhhh," was all that I could get out. He had reduced me to animal sounds.

He increased his strokes and I watched the muscles bulge on his arms and on his neck. A flush crept up his neck to his face. I turned up the speed of the vibrator.

"Oh, that's it, baby. I want you to cum before me. I want to feel you cum around my cock."

His words inflamed me. I could feel my own face burning from the contact. Absently I rubbed my nipples through my thin shirt.

"Yeah, look at you..."

I smiled weakly. "Harder please," I gasped. "I'm almost there."

"Absolutely."

He increased the pressure of his strokes. I masturbated my clit with the vibrator and closed my eyes so I could concentrate on the feelings that were assaulting my pussy. If I died just then I would die happy.

Then I felt it – that wave that builds and once it builds there is no stopping it. My arms and legs and nipples tingled. The top of my head tingled too.

"Oh, Chris," I moaned. "I'm gonna cum..."

"Good, good," he purred. "Cum for me. I want to see you squirm and moan."

His voice turned me on to no end. At last I felt the orgasm wash over me. I let out a long low moan and thrashed under him. My back arched hard and my head came off the pillow. I locked the vibe against my clit until it hurt.

"Oh fuck, yeah...that's it...ohhhhhh." He moaned just as loud and stopped pounding away so he could let loose his load. His face was totally red now and when he was done, he slumped over me and breathed heavy. I shut the vibe off and closed my eyes until our breathing calmed down and I matched it with his.

That was it for me. I pulled the sheet up and over me and scrunched up my pillow. After a few minutes he joined me and we shut off the light and fell into oblivion.

* * *

Waking up next to someone as sexy as Chris was something not to be taken lightly. In the early morning light I lay awake and watched him sleep. He was sprawled on his back and I could tell he was as tired out from all the fucking as I was. But I savored the moment a while longer. He looked so perfect and content next to me in bed and I wondered if I would ever get to wake up beside him again. He was pretty vague about how long he was going to stay. Tomorrow was Monday and it would be back to work for me.

My mind began to work through some scenarios until I got impatient with myself. Seeing that sleep was going to be fleeting, I sighed and slipped out of bed and into the living room to watch TV.

An hour later, Chris came with sleep still in his eyes.

"Up already?" he asked yawning. "Come back to bed."

"Ok, but no funny stuff," I said. "I'm actually sore down there."

He laughed and promised. "I don't think I have anything left," he admitted.

We got back to bed and lay there listening to the air conditioning breath through the overhead vents for the first time that day.

"So I guess we should talk," he said at last.

My stomach flip flopped a bit when he said it but he was right. No need to avoid it any longer.

"Ok, so what's on your mind?" I ventured.

"You, Kat. For months it's been you."

I was a bit surprised at that remark. I knew we were clicking but I didn't realize I had a place in his day to day thoughts, especially after how we parted in Phoenix.

"I want you in my life," he went on. "I don't want to see you every six months or so. It's too long." He took my hand and squeezed it and rolled over on his side to look at me. Never had I seen him so serious. "You're not my groupie girl."

"Chris, what is it that you see in me? I'm just a girl from Texas. I'm not part of your circle. You must meet attractive women every night."

He smiled a little at that. "Kat, I do see women every night on the road, but all they want to say is that they fucked a rock star. They don't care about me. They want a fuck and they want to talk about it, that's it. But with you, it's never been that way. Haven't you noticed that I've pursued you? You weren't hanging around the stage door."

He was partially right. I did go to Phoenix to see him, but he really took the lead in the end.

"So how am I going to be in your life more?" I asked. "You're way up there in Seattle."

He shook his head. "Seattle is the past. We never really talked about it but you know I was married."

"Yes, I knew."

"Well that was in Seattle. I have a house in Ojai now and I want you to come and share it with me." His gaze bore into my soul then and it almost unnerved me.

"You...you want me to just...move up there?" I asked incredulously. Many thoughts began to run through my head. I never thought...

"Yes. You're not tied to Tucson, are you?"

"Well no, but..."

"Then say yes."

We faced each other in the dim light of the bedroom. My heart was beating fast and my mouth was dry. I couldn't believe what he was asking of me.

"Is that why you came down here?" I asked in a small voice.

"Yes."

The word hung there for a moment. I didn't know what to say, it was so unexpected. At last I found my voice. "Chris, I'm flattered, but I'm not sure. It's so sudden and I don't know if I would fit in."

He shook his head. "You would fit in, believe me. The guys are great, you'd like them. Plus, when we're not recording, it's pretty mellow. It would be just you and me and my big old bed."

"I need to think about it," I said. There was no way I was going to make a quick decision. He was asking me to give up everything I had here. But what exactly was it?

I looked at him and took a deep breath. "I think you should go home today."

His face fell but he nodded. It was hard to say, but it was the right thing.

* * *

The sun had long sunk into the sea but the visions of it still remained. I pulled my sweater tight around my body and shivered a bit. It was cool along the coast but then again, it was November. Everyone had gone back inside after watching me experience my first California sunset over the ocean.

It had been a long time since I had seen the ocean and the first time I had seen the Pacific. I was awed by the rugged coastline, the big beaches and the pounding surf. Somewhere on the other side of all that water was a different world.

I heard the sliding door open and a voice spoke softly. "Did you enjoy that?" It was Tom, the guitarist in the band. I instantly liked him because he was outgoing and friendly. Chris was right, I did like these guys and I think they liked me.

"Yeah, I did. Thank you for everything," I said as Tom sat next to me. Inside the music thumped and dozens of people milled about. It was my 'introduction party'.

"Our pleasure. It's good to see Chris happy again," Tom said. "He was miserable on the tour."

"He was?" I asked, surprised.

"Oh yeah. I kept telling him to call you, but he was afraid to in case you rejected him. So I stopped telling him otherwise he'd be even more miserable."

"Wow, I didn't know..."

"Oh, he'd never tell you. In fact don't mention it him. He'll kill me," Tom said laughing.

"I won't." But I thought about it and it made the decision I made easier to live with.

Chris went home that Sunday morning after asking me to move up to California with his tail between his legs. I didn't say 'no', but I didn't say 'yes' and he was worried. He called me almost everyday but I wouldn't give him an answer. Instead I asked a million questions which he answered sincerely. Finally, on Halloween I said yes and he yelled into the phone. The next evening he was at my house and we fucked like crazy before he helped me pack up and begin to uproot myself once again.

I loved Ojai and the surrounding area. Chris made it clear that I didn't have to work, but if I did, he would support me. I hadn't found anything I wanted to do yet, but I would and I would feel good about it. Instead I took the time to get to know the area and the band and other friends of Chris.

"Well, welcome to California," Tom said, breaking my reverie. "I'm glad he doesn't go to Seattle much, too rainy!"

We laughed and he excused himself to go back inside. After a minute the door opened again and this time it was Chris. He pressed lips to the back of my neck.

"It's a long ride back to Ojai and I'm a little drunk, do you mind staying here tonight?" he asked.

"Not at all."

He slid his arms around my waist and nibbled my neck some more.

"Ever do it on the beach?" he asked.