Page 2 of Opening Night Backstage

Somehow, a few prop lamps all flicker on at once, exposing me to Tommy’s hungry gaze. He’s staring at me like I’m the most beautiful sight in the world, like I’m a piece of art, or the star of the show.

“When you kissed that fucker,” he grabs my ass, “I wanted to jump on that stage and rip his fucking tongue out.” He gives my asscheeks a punishing squeeze that makes me moan with pleasure.

I’ve never seen Tommy like this, so wild, so jealous and feral. A shiver skates up my spine. I tug on his hair and pull him closer, letting him know I’m here with him. And only him.

“It was a stage kiss, nothing more.”

“Didn’t look like it from the audience.” His hands slide up my sides to cage my ribs. “He slipped you some tongue, didn’t he?”

My breath stutters as he wraps a hand around my throat, just under my chin. I’ve wanted him to be rough with me. Begged him. But he’s always nervous about it. The energy pouring off him now is anything but nervous. “Don’t deny it, Katie. That wasn’t just a stage kiss!”

This is a man ruled by his urges, governed by his desire for me. And I fucking love it.

His grip on my neck tilts my head up. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“Yours,” I say, panting. “All yours.”

He drops to his knees like a fallen tree, grabs the fabric at my waist and pulls the leotard and my tights all the way to my ankles in one long drag. He tries to tug my toe shoes off along with the material, and I laugh. Toe shoes aren’t exactly easy to get on and off.

Bending to help him, I untie them and slip my feet out, wiggling my sore toes.

“What the fuck?” He takes in the sight of my swollen and bloody feet.

“It’s nothing.” I brush his hand away and step back, hiding my self-consciousness with a biting tone. “Are you going to fuck me or not, because I really need to go change.”

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you, and later, I’m going to take you home and take care of these beautiful toes.” He reverently bends forward, kissing first one aching foot and then the other. “I hate that you do this to yourself. But goddamn, is it sexy to see how talented you are.”

His kisses move up my legs, but I stop him with a hand to his head and a slight tug on his hair. “We don’t have time to make me come. Just do what you came here to do, quick. I don’t want to get caught, and I don’t want to be late for my cue.”

“If you think for one second that I’m here just to take care of the hard-on I’ve had since you stepped onto that stage, you’re wrong. If that was all this was, I’d go jerk off in the bathroom. I don’t want a quick release for myself. I want to make you scream my name. I want you to know exactly how good I can make you feel. I want my cum dripping down your legs when you go back out on that stage to dance with that asshole.”

I groan at the erotic, filthy image. He pushes my legs apart and buries his face in my pussy, eating me out with a desperation I’ve never experienced before. Not from him. Not from anyone.

“Tommy.” He ignores me. “Tommy, there’s not enough time.” I tug on his hair. He groans and redoubles his efforts, slipping one finger inside me while his tongue flicks my clit. I want to fight it, to make him wait until the show’s over, but I can’t. I’m just as desperate for him as he is for me.

Trying to find purchase, I lean back against one of the prop trees, which is a mistake because it topples the second my weight is against it. I lose my footing and almost go down with it, but Tommy holds me steady, chuckling, breath warming my clit. He wraps one thigh over his shoulder and goes back to exploring every part of me with his tongue.

I don’t normally climax quickly and we both know that, but Tommy doesn’t care. He licks me like he has all the time in the world. One hand wraps around my thigh, keeping me locked to his face. Two fingers slide inside my pussy, pressing right where I want him. His other hand glides up my body to fondle my breasts.

I gasp, already feeling the build of a nearing climax. The tingling low in my spine. The hot, cold sensation in my pussy. The curl of my aching toes. Our obscene gasps and grunts and groans fill the room. I sound like a wild animal, needy and desperate. Feral.

“I’m…gonna…” my body seizes, “Tommy!”

Barely a breath, and he’s taking my thigh off his shoulder, keeping hold of it as he stands. Pants already undone, he slams home while my pussy flutters around him.

He lifts my other leg, and I wrap both of them around his waist as he carries me over to a wall for support.

“Fuck, Katie, you’re so damn wet. So damn hot. I’m gonna need you to…” He adjusts and grinds against me with his cock buried to the hilt. “Come again for me, gorgeous. Ride my cock like it’s your own personal fuck toy.”

I do as he asks, tilting my hips to get a good angle, rubbing my clit against his lower abs as my movements drive him against my g-spot.

His pants are at his knees now and I grip his ass just as tight as he grips mine.

“Oh, oh!” My voice is higher pitched than normal. The sensations in my body, gloriously overwhelming. He kisses me, sloppy wet kisses that make as much noise as the slap of my skin against his.

“Come for me. For only me.”

I’m about to say I can’t when a sudden orgasm, more intense than I’ve ever experienced, rips through me, tearing me from my skin, and sending me soaring.

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