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Dampness seeps through his briefs to warm against my palm, precum slicking from the tip of his cock and soaking his underwear as I slide my hand teasingly up and down his length. He chuckles into my mouth.
“Don’t tempt me.”
He thinks I’m joking. I don’t blame him. I don’t know if I’d have the guts to actually break my contract and leave the band high and dry, but fuck, it’s tempting some days. Only thirty more months until it’s up for renegotiation anyway. The date is seared into my brain like a release date from prison. But even thinking that makes guilt twist in my gut. All I ever wanted was to be a rockstar; how ungrateful can I be to want to get out of it now?
I force those thoughts aside and kiss Hero deeper. This moment is the only thing I need to worry about right now. This kiss, his touch, the moans I plan to drag out of him with my mouth around his cock—it’s all going to have to get me through another few months before I can see him again. So, I’m not going to waste any more time brooding about the future right now.
“Let me suck you,” I pant again, letting go of his cock to tug the front of his briefs down.
His erection springs free, bobbing in the dim light of the parking lot, a bead of precum clinging to his tip. Hero threads his fingers through my hair and leans back against the window, his large frame taking up all the narrow space on the back seat.
I wrap my lips around his cockhead and moan with relief, like I’ve been starving for months and finally have something to fill me up. The salty tang of his precum bursts against my tongue, and I lap at his slit, greedily searching for more. The low, horny grunt he lets out makes my cock throb and my balls tighten. The barbells through my shaft catch and tug on the cotton of mybriefs, and my hole flutters with an aching emptiness that only Hero ever fills just right.
With my lips stretched around his cock, I look up to meet his gaze for a second. His eyelids droop and his lips part on heavy breaths as I snake my tongue around his cock and relax my throat to take him deeper. He shoves two of his fingers into his mouth, keeping his eyes on mine as he licks and sucks them, getting them nice and wet.
I whimper around and cant my hips impatiently. With my nose pressed into his pubic hair and my throat constricting around his dick with every swallow, I hastily shove my pants down around my thighs. My cock swings between my thighs and Hero’s curses and moans fill the car.
He slides his spit slicked fingers into the crease between my cheeks until his fingertips find my quivering rim.
“Tell me this greedy hole has been missing me,” he says gruffly. “Lie if you have to, rockstar.”
I moan and noisily slurp around his cock as I ease off so I can answer him.
“I’ve fucking missed you, sweetness.” My voice is hoarse, and my words end on a gasp as he slips two fingers inside me.
I swallow him down again, sucking and licking greedily, devouring him with a wild need I didn’t even realize was inside me until the taste of him unleashed it. The windows are completely fogged up now, and I’m sure anyone walking by would be able to guess exactly what’s going on in here, but I don’t give a fuck. The only thing that matters to me right now is the way Hero’s cock fills my throat over and over again, and the tug of his knuckles against my rim as he works his fingers in and out. My insides clench and throb around him with every stroke and he dribbles precum onto my tongue every time his cockhead drags against it before I take him deep again.
The frantic, needy music in my ears feels like it belongs to Hero. Our moans and incoherent, mumbled words are better lyrics than any I’ve managed to write so far. I jerk my hips, finding the same frantic rhythm fucking myself on his fingers and bobbing my head. His belly quivers and his abs tighten, and he grabs my ass cheek roughly with his free hand.
Hero’s cock stiffens between my lips and his groans get deeper and more desperate. He twists his fingers inside me until he finds my prostate with his next thrust. My eyelids flutter and my whole body clenches, my cock jerking and drooling untouched.
“I’ve been dreaming of your pleasure, Onyx. Give it to me. Please,” he pants in a deep, gravelly voice.
He pegs my prostate again with his fingers and my eyes roll back, electricity shooting through my body, tightening around my balls and my cock at the same time. I whimper, swallowing him deep one more time and snapping my hips as my cock starts to pulse and spasm, spilling thick ropes of cum onto my thighs and the seat beneath me. Hero roars and jackknifes his hips, pressing my nose into his pubic hair again as his cock swells and starts to throb against my tongue and inside my throat. He’s buried too deep for me to taste his cum, so I pull back just a little so I can catch a few volleys of it on my tongue before I swallow him down again, whimpering and gasping as we both writhe and twitch through the waves of pleasure.
My legs quiver weakly, and as my orgasm ebbs, I collapse with my head on Hero’s lap, his softening cock slipping from between my lips.
The silence that follows rings in my ears. The only sound is the two of us trying to catch our breath in the humid confines of the car, the smell of cum and sweat thick in the air.
“When are you going to be back?” he asks.
“Two months.” I sigh.
“That’s too long,” he says with a breathless chuckle.
I nod against his thigh.
Two months is way too damn long.
Chapter 18
PRESENT
ONYX
Ialwaysthoughtasa rockstar that I was at the top of the coolness food chain. But rolling into town with a pack of noisy Harleys, with the Ink Slingers club logo on my brand-new leather biker jacket, my arms around Hero, I’ve never felt fucking cooler.
Jag revs his engine and Hero responds with a rev of his own. The sound thunders through the bike, vibrating between my thighs, and I cling to Hero a little harder, just because I can. A month has flown by in a blur of peaceful mornings and filthy nights. Technically, I still have two months left before my original contract said Ihadto be back in Seattle for studio time, but Van’s voicemails have only gotten more insistent and anxious. I can’t keep avoiding this forever.
