Grave Dissonance (Rhythm and Tempo, #3)

by Mila Crawford

She got an eyeful when she caught me in the middle of an orgy. She told me I was disgusting but she was glad I was breathing. A week later, she emailed me the bill from her therapist with a cute note attached. Marley, I needed extensive brain rewiring done after seeing my big brother fucking all those people. Can you believe they don’t make brain bleach? How do I know, you may ask? Because I went looking after I saw your weird human pretzel sandwich. Someone should come up with that. Brain bleach. I’m sure the kid sisters of rock stars would keep them in business. Please use protection. Actually, use protection and then Saran wrap that shit. Do they make penis bleach? If they do, get some. I love you.

Monica once told me I’m happiest after I finish a set and walk off the stage. She’s right. I’m confident that if Monica could keep me on the road for the rest of my life, she would. She understands it’s the only place where I’m not fuckin’ drowning. While I stand on that stage, I’m rewarded with a sea of people who don’t think I’m a useless piece of shit.

“Probably this morning when I found that girl basically passed out with your dick still lodged up in her throat. What did she take, ’cause that was a little wild? Who falls asleep with an eight-inch cock down their throat?”

Iggy put his hands up in the air and laughed. “I’m sayin’ if you wanna choke on a sausage instead of licking up clam, I’m your man.”

I took drugs because I desperately needed to silence the cacophony of my mind, meanwhile Iggy got high because he thrived on the turbulence of chaos. We were a fucking match made in purgatory.

I’ve always found it interesting how these women would do anything we want because we are in a band. For all they know, we look like ogres under the masks.

My eyes wander back to his big, beautiful cock. Oh, my god, did I just think a cock was beautiful? Cocks aren’t beautiful. They are functional. Tell that to the thick dick giving me sly winks while adorned with jewelry that made my dick weep into submission last night. Maybe I should get a cock piercing.

I should tell him how I feel, but I’m a fuckin’ coward. I’ve never been any good with maintaining stability in my life and Marley’s an anchor that holds me still in an ocean that wants to pull me under. No matter how much I spin in life, he’s there, a constant, and no way in hell am I fuckin’ that up.

A part of me wants him to never touch me again, while another would do anything to keep his hands on me forever. His touch is both an affliction and an assuagement. Trapping me in a turbulent abyss that brings the greatest heights and the lowest lows.

Marley: Tell her to spread her legs so you can get a good look at her pussy. “Spread your pussy for me,” I demand, and the girl does as she’s told, pulling her labia open and exposing her pink center covered in fresh cum. Marley: I bet this is the first time your cock got hard tonight. Go ahead, Iggy, lap up my cum. Take what you really wanted tonight when you settled for second best.

Marley: Go ahead, Iggy. Lick up that pussy and pretend I’m shooting in your cock-hungry mouth again. My dick twitches reading the dirty text. Fuck. Who knew Marley could talk like this? Usually when we bang girls, it’s me who takes the lead, but apparently that doesn’t seem to work for either of us anymore. Marley: Better get to it, bro, you don’t want it to dry up on you. My skin feels hot. It wouldn’t shock me if I burnt up right here on the spot. The strain of my raging cock against my jeans has me going out of my damn mind. I should tear into this chick’s pussy until I come. Fuck, I don’t even eat these women out. Never had a desire to put my mouth anywhere near their used cunts, but right now that pussy coated with Marley’s cum looks better than anything I’ve ever seen before. Like a desperate drunk, glaring at a bottle of mouthwash, I fall to my knees.

Marley: When you’re done with the girl, open the box. I grab the white box and tear into it, revealing a pair of black boxer briefs. My eyes scan them quickly and I take in the wet spot. Jesus fuckin’ Christ, he’s come in them. Before me is a glob of Marley’s delicious sperm. I don’t even wait for the next text as I bring the briefs to my nose, inhaling his scent before I open my lips and clean them with my tongue.

Loving your soulmate is earth-shattering because if things go south, you end up obliterated.

“To be honest, I’ve got no problem with you being on top, baby, but you kinda have to be a man to take charge, not a scared, pathetic boy.”

“I like this shit, Marley. I like the marks you leave on me. Fuck, I even enjoy them. I’ll gladly get on my knees and suck your cock so well you’ll think I’m going to die from suffocation. You know what I fuckin’ won’t do?” Iggy bends down, bringing his face a centimeter away from my own. “Be a toy you can wind up and then toss in the corner of a room.”

“Damn you, Marley,” Iggy grunts. “Damn you for making me want you. Damn you for making it impossible to see anything but you.”

Motherfucker, I see you! I have always seen you. Even when I close my eyes to sleep, I see your damn face and those tragically beautiful eyes.”

“Your mouth can spew all the fucking nonsensical denial you want. You can choke me to compose the burning need you have churning in every fiber of your being. I’ll let you fuck your pain away in any capacity you want.” Grabbing his hand, I turn it over and lick his tattoo. “I will be your damn doggie on a chain. I will give you control over my body in order to bring your mind a semblance of peace. But I’m done letting you run away from me. From us.”

“I’ll let your fingers be the brush strokes turning my body blue and purple if it means I get all of you.” Marley’s fingers pinch my flesh, but he makes no other attempts at movement. My fingers glide down his body until I grip both my dick and his in the palm of my hand. Marley lets out a guttural groan, one of torment and necessity. A second groan falls from his mouth, the sound of an animal at the brink of starvation before finally feeding. His eyes shutter closed and his lips slightly part.

“I’m gonna take my ass whenever I want. All I have to do is say the word and you’ll get on all fours like a bitch in heat and present yourself to me.”

“Listen, Marley, I let you plow into my ass like it’s a field and you’re a farmer, but there ain’t no way I’m going to be the little spoon.”

“They get punished. I’m going to turn this ass of yours red, so you learn your place, baby boy.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are, Marley?” I grunt as I slam into him. “What makes you think you can put demands on me and then not give up anything yourself?” The anger I feel toward him twists in me, unleashing some sort of beast who wants to claim every part of him. I want to lock him away from the world and keep him safe. There is a vise in my heart so strong I’m scared it will crush me. A vise he placed there and now, there’s nothing I can do to rid myself of it. “How dare you make me love you!” As soon as I say the words, my head falls back and I come down Marley’s throat with a groan.