Page 5 of Don't Fall For A Rockstar

We made it into the elevator, not another word said between us.

Until Tommy pushed the button for the ninth floor and then pushed me against the wall.

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned, just before his lips claimed mine.

He cupped my face and devoured me, and fuck did this man know how to kiss.

Yes. I needed this. I didn’t know how much until it finally happened.

Tommy delved those powerful hands of his into my hair, pulling me in closer, kissing me so deep and long I was lightheaded. I snaked my tongue around his, teasing him, enjoying the dirty moan that he couldn’t contain. And the scrape of his scruff over my lips that was the best kind of burn.

I was barely aware of the doors opening and there he went again, squeezing my waist and guiding me down the hallway. His room was the last door at the end.

I turned to him, face to face, sliding my hands over his back and lower, until I cupped his ass. Fuck, I needed to touch him. Tommy struggled to get his card key out of his pocket.

“Nate,” he growled out a warning.

Like that was gonna stop me.

“Let me,” I offered and snuck my hand into his front pocket.

I found the card easily enough but ignored it. Instead, I slid my other hand down the front of his jeans, under his briefs, and cupped his dick. The heavy weight of it, hot and hard in my hand, had me dropping to my knees, right there in the fucking hallway.

“In…side,” he panted, but it was too late. I was already unzipping his jeans.

“Can’t fucking wait,” I moaned as I pulled out his long cock, leaning forward to slide my tongue around the head.

That first taste of precum was musky, heady, and I swallowed, taking his cock down my throat as far as I could. He was big, though, and I gagged, tears forming in my eyes. But I didn’t let that stop me. I wanted to see just how badly I could wreck his control.

Then I’d be ready for him to do the same to me.

Tommy’s back hit the wall with a resounding thump, nearby pictures rattling. Anyone could walk out and see us, and fuck, that got my blood racing hotter, faster. Were there cameras up here, too? If so, security was in for quite the show.

“Your mouth,” Tommy groaned as he fisted my hair tight. “So…fucking… talented.”

I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and used my saliva for an easy glide back and forth as I licked and sucked, then swallowed him down again. Over and over, deeper, until my nose hit his trimmed pubes and my throat ached.

I probably wouldn’t be able to speak tomorrow, never mind sing, but I was too far gone to care. And judging by Tommy’s rigid thighs and desperate moans, he was right there with me.

I snuck one hand up to cup his balls, while the other tormented his dick with firm strokes. Between my hands and my mouth, I never let up. My knees burned, my thighs quaked, and saliva slid out of the sides of my mouth and down my chin. I could only imagine the depraved look on my face and wished that there was a mirror nearby so I could watch the two of us together.

Glancing up, I caught Tommy’s gaze. He was staring down at me so intently that I began to shake. I sucked harder and swallowed him down again.

“Just like that. Oh God, oh fuck,” he panted and threw his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, his neck muscles rigid. Jesus, he was sexy. I couldn’t wait to leave love bites all over his neck. And there’d be plenty of time for that later.

Right now, I wanted to watch him come apart and know that I was the reason. Giving head was a powerful rush, second only to being on stage.

And I had a reputation to live up to.

This rockstar was gonna ruin this roadie.

CHAPTER 3

TOMMY

I’d fucked around with lots of guys in lots of places.

But having Nate on his knees, sucking me off in the hallway of my hotel, where anybody could see us, had my climax racing to the finish line so fast and hard I could barely breathe. I should’ve been embarrassed at how quickly I was coming, but I felt too good to do anything but ride the incredible wave.

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