Page 2 of Opening Night in the Sound Booth

“I do.” I meant it as a question, but it comes out as a plea, followed by a sigh. “Fuck.”

She gives me a tentative smile. “I never took you for the adventurous type.”

“Adventurous? I’m not—”

She lifts her eyebrows and tilts her head towards the window.

“This isn’t what it looks like. I mean, it’s not normal behavior for me. I’ve just been so fucking hard. And then you came on stage looking like that.” I wave a hand up and down, indicating the renaissance costume she’s wearing that makes her tits look fucking gorgeous. “Then Katie didn’t turn off her mic, and she’s backstage having sex with her boyfriend and—”

Heather presses a finger to my lips, bending over, so she’s right in my face, tits spilling out of her tight corset. She scrapes her teeth across her bottom lip. “Let me hear.”

That’s not what I expected her to say. It’s so far from what I expected, I don’t know how to respond or what to do. “Isn’t that… wouldn’t it be an invasion of privacy?”

She raises one eyebrow in a look that holds rebuke, but not judgement. A look that says, ‘Really?’ Then her gaze flicks down to my cock.

Which is still out! Fuck, why am I still just sitting here holding my dick in my hand? I try to shove it back in my pants, which physically hurts cause I’m so hard, but Heather stops me again. This time with her hand on my wrist. So damn close.

My breath stutters and freezes in my chest.

“The way I see it,” she says, “if she’s wearing a mic, anything she says is fair game for anyone to hear.” Her fingers slowly move down my wrist, over the back of my hand. “And… um…” She pauses. “I like your… cock. I’ve never seen one before.”

The confession is so tentative and shocking that I want to give her a confession of my own. “I’ve never had sex before, either.”

“Never?”

I shake my head. She smiles, suddenly more confident. She flicks a switch on the soundboard and the cacophony of sex noises fills the small room. Despite her innocence she takes on a femme fatale kind of vibe, like even though she’s inexperienced she knows exactly what she wants, and it’s so fucking sexy.

She spins my chair out from the soundboard and sinks to her knees between my legs, eyes never leaving my hard length.

“I’m gonna touch you, Van. And then I’m going to suck your cock. And then you’re going to give me something I’ve been wanting for a long time." She takes a deep breath, like she's pausing to give me a chance to argue or building up the courage for what she's going to say next. "You’re going to fuck me.”

“I don’t have a condom.” My stupid brain decides to put up a fight at exactly the wrong moment.

“Good.” She strokes one finger down the underside of my shaft, making me shiver. “I don’t want you to use one. Not for… our first time.”

There’s double meaning in those words that stirs a hope in my chest that there will be more times to come.

“Now, are you going to be a good boy and let me have my way with you?” Her smirk is devious, like she’s acting a part, but it’s clear she likes it.

I nod vigorously.

She wraps her hand around my shaft and tugs. She’s rougher than I like, especially with no lubrication. It makes me twitch and my stomach hollow. But it still feels so incredible. Pre-cum leaks from my tip and she stares at it with a look of pure fascination. She wets her lips and leans forward, licking the head of my shaft like it’s her own personal lollipop.

“It’s… hmm.” She squeezes me again and more pre-cum seeps out of my tip and onto her waiting tongue. “I like it.”

She sounds pleasantly surprised, and it’s so damn cute I want to break into song. She tugs again and this time I flinch enough for her to notice.

“Too hard?”

I’m not sure how to answer that. Yes. And no. She’ll rub me raw if she keeps going like that, but I don’t dislike it. I cup her cheek. “Spit on it.”

She seems a little shocked by my suggestion, but she only hesitates a moment before spitting in her hand and using her saliva to ease up and down my length.

I moan and then she replaces her hand with her mouth, sliding her lips down experimentally, slowly taking me deeper and deeper. When she gags, she pauses, breathes through her nose, and keeps going.

I've had one hand job in the back parking lot of a fast-food restaurant, but I’ve never had a blow job before. It’s fucking amazing.

“That feels…” I grip the armrests on my chair to keep from grabbing her hair and slamming myself down her throat. She moves in a steady rhythm that makes my toes tingle and my muscles tense.

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