Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 104498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
“Why would I do that when all I’ve been thinking about all night is jumping off that stage and having you take it?”
I flatten my body against his and reach around to undo the button on his tight leather pants. “Performing does it for you, eh?”
Jet turns his head. “You watching me perform does it for me. I could feel your eyes on my every move.”
“I can’t help it when you’re onstage.” Or when he’s off it, really.
Jet’s presence turns me into someone I don’t even know. I’m filled with a need to claim and possess him like some caveman.
I always used to roll my eyes at guys like that because I never understood it.
And then Jet happened.
I struggle with his pants. “Are these things painted on?”
“Pretty much.”
They only get to his knees before I give up. “Fuck it.” Pushing the middle of Jet’s back, I force him forward until his ass is sticking out and he’s braced against the wall in front of him on his forearms.
My fingers tease his crack, and he shudders.
“Caleb.” Jet reaches back for me.
I press myself against him again. “I take it back. There’re two times when you call me Caleb. When you’re pissed off or when you need me inside you.”
Jet grits his teeth. “Right now, it’s both, so hurry up.”
I reach for my wallet in the back pocket of my jeans that has the travel lube and a condom Jet threw at me before leaving for the arena this morning.
“For later,” he’d said. I love a man who plans ahead.
I coat my fingers in lube and give Jet what he needs though I have fun while doing it. I tease his hole, pressing against it then pulling back.
The way he reacts, with such need and lust, it has my own body responding.
He bucks his hips backward, so his ass takes more of my fingers. “Babe. I need … need—” His chest heaves.
“You need my cock?” I breathe in his ear.
“Yes,” Jet hisses.
I press against his prostate. “You sure? I need my fingers to do that.”
Jet rests his head against the wall in front of him. “I’m sure. I need you filling me up.”
Despite his begging, he still whines when I remove my fingers.
My hand fumbles with my pants and the condom until I’m covered. I use the rest of the lube to cover my cock.
“Bend over a bit more.” I pull his hips back with one hand and push him down in the middle of his shoulder blades.
Then in one quick move, I’m buried deep inside him and letting out a moan so loud I’m sure everyone out in the dressing room can hear it.
I try to care about that, but it doesn’t happen. The tight heat surrounding my cock would make it hard to care if there was an earthquake right now.
“Need you,” Jet pants. “Harder.”
I pull out and then thrust back in.
Jet grunts. He barely has time to catch his breath before I do it again.
And again.
I get a steady rhythm going and reach to grip his hair tight. It’s all sweaty from his time onstage, and even that turns me on.
Jet’s body accepts me willingly as I slide in and out of him, thrusting harder and faster.
With his pants around his knees, and mine around my ankles, it’s the hottest and dirtiest fuck I’ve ever had, and I can already tell the orgasm building inside me will be just as awesome.
“Can you come hands free, baby, or do you need me to touch you?”
Jet doesn’t even get a chance to answer before his body tenses. His ass tightens around my cock, and as his cum hits the tile in front of us, the rest of his body melts and relaxes.
I slow down. “I fucking love how responsive you are.”
He turns his head. “Keep going.”
“You sure?” I give a tentative thrust to make sure he’s not oversensitive.
“I want you to come inside me.”
I stop completely, wondering if he knows how that sounded or if that’s even what he meant. “You mean—”
“No. At least, not this time. I haven’t been tested in a while, but there’s a doctor on the tour, and maybe … eventually?”
My need to take him and claim him grows with just the possibility of going bare with him.
I lean over him and kiss along his spine, his skin tasting salty sweet. “Until then, you going to imagine nothing between us? Skin on skin, my bare cock inside this ass.” My hands trail down his sides to grip his ass cheeks and pull them wider while I dive back inside him.
It’s Jet’s turn to moan so loud everyone outside could hear him.
“I’m close,” I say. “You sure you can take it?”
“Fuck me until I can barely walk because, right now, I can barely stand, and it’s pure will holding me up.”