EXTRACT FOR
Only Rock N' Roll
(Kurt Dysan)

She'd come to the club early, hoping she could settle down, let the vibe of the place build her own energy back up. The cigarette tasted like shit and she tossed it onto the concrete floor and ground it out under her foot.



The door opened and Greg came in, smiling.



"What are you so happy about?" she asked.



"That I was right about you coming in early," he said. 



"Maybe you're getting to know me too well," she said as he came up and put his hands on her shoulders. 



She looked up at him. Greg was a small, compact guy. He worked part-time as a personal trainer and every time he touched her, she could feel his strength. He was no taller than she was, but he exuded power. When they played, he beat his drums to death too. 



The best part though, was his calm confidence. Mostly he was quiet, into himself and people left him alone. When he wanted you, though, he let you know it.



Like now, she thought. Not that he wouldn't take no for an answer, but you had to say it. Spell it out. Say, "I don't feel like fucking you right now." Pushing back, struggling, just upped the ante and could make him get a lot rougher. 



That made sex with Greg interesting. It was crazy wild to resist and have a man powerful enough to fuck you anyway and Greg was strong enough to have his own way. It amused her that there was no way she could physically stop him, but that saying no would do it.



The idea that he knew her well was bullshit, too. He didn't know her well at all. He knew her habits, but he didn't want to know her more than that. 



Greg enjoyed fucking women, but he didn't care about people much. Although he was welcomed wherever he went, he didn't seem to have friends outside the band. 



She couldn't imagine him playing a gig where he didn't get laid, but you seldom saw him with the same girl twice. He had made it clear that screwing Amber was something that he thought was fun, but it meant no more to him than that. He was assertive and rough and there were no strings. 



That suited her too. She loved it when he took her, but she had no need to connect with him beyond that. 



Even to Amber, it seemed odd that although she insisted on being in control of things most of the time, when it came it sex, she really preferred very aggressive macho men. 



She'd had gentle lovers and that was nice and pleasant and all that shit, but she preferred a strong man who just took her, who overwhelmed her, fucked her silly. A guy like that could really get her off. So, she and Greg got along just fine.



Because it was Greg, it didn't surprise her when he looked down at her with that smile of his and grabbed her by the hair to tip her head back. She sat there as he put a finger in her mouth. She just sucked it. Then he pulled it out and put it in his own mouth. 



His hand pulled her hair hard enough to make it hurt a bit, enough to let her know he had her. His free hand went to his crotch and he unsnapped his pants then pulled the zipper down. As his pants slipped down his legs, he stroked his huge cock. 



He had the biggest cock Amber had ever seen. The first time she'd seen it she had gasped with surprise and probably delight. Even now it looked bigger than she remembered. 



He brought it to her mouth and she sucked the damn thing, wetting it with her saliva, relishing his musky taste as he slowly fucked her face. She could see their image in the cracked mirror on the wall and it got her hot to see the way he was using her mouth.