I hold onto Anthony's shoulders as I moan from pleasure, riding him vigorously. He holds my waist, guiding my humps, pushing himself into me more. The tour bus takes another rough turn, and the blankets fall off the rattling bed as I fuck Anthony harder, my moans filling the air.

"Anthony, fuck, I'm gonna cum," I moaned.

I fasten my pace as he wraps his large, sexy arms around my small body, then sits up holding onto me as he releases himself inside the condom, followed by a grunt.

We settle down, the sweat trickling down my forehead as I hold onto his bare back, kissing his neck, panting from the euphoria we both just experienced.

He slowly glides me off of him, his hair now in a messy high ponytail which I think is adorable, and rolls the condom off his cock.

I cover my breasts with a sheet, laying back down on the bed, rolling my black panties up from around my ankles.

"I thought the road was bumpy, but turns out it was just you two," A smirking John said, leaning up against the wall.

"Yeah, well I think it was pretty obvious," I said, skillfully hooking my bra back on from under the sheets.

"Hey John," Anthony said as he finished dressing, "I'm thinking of getting a tribal tattoo around my arm, what do you think?" He points to a spot around his muscle.

"It'll look real nice man."

"Wren?"

"I agree with John."

He smiles and kisses my cheek. "Next stop, Pittsburgh. I'm so grateful to have my love with me every step of the way."

"Of course," I said, holding his hand as our fingers intertwine.

"Hey John, mind if you leave now?" Anthony asked with a smirk.

"Fine, you two need to be alone together," he teases, closing the curtain that divides the rooms.

"Girl, why did we put our clothes on," Anthony said, tugging at my underwear.

"I don't know," I smirked, tracing around his arm veins.

"Well, we need to fix that," he said, pulling me on top of him.

I laughed. I kissed him and slid down his already unbuckled pants, get ready for a round two, excited that this time I can take some control, something he likes doing to me a lot.

I don't know why, but sex sometimes gives me a feeling of guilt. Most of the time I brush it off, figuring that it's just old habits. But while I've been here, my mind begins to wonder about my life back at home. My parents are probably looking for me, I also wonder what everyone's thinking of me. How's Ethan's summer starting off? How's Ashley?

When those thoughts arrive, it feels like I'm carrying a bag of rocks. Sex is temporarily relieving, like putting the bag down, but somehow after I do it, I feel like there are more rocks in the bag then there were before when i pick it up. I don't tell any of this to Anthony. I don't want to ruin our foundation, especially the intimacy.