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There is a box of tissues on the vanity, and I reach for it to help clean him up, but he smacks my hand out of the way.
“Leave it.”
My gaze snaps up, and when I find his again, I gasp at the heat, the hunger still burning in his expression—despite the spent, trembling mess we both are.
“Really?” My spent dick twitches in renewed interest as I tuck it back in my boxers before pulling up my jeans. Fuck, that’s hot. “You want to sing to a full stadium with an ass full of cum?”
He gives me a grin that’s borderline filthy as he steps into his boxers and pulls them back over his ass. “I do. It might get a bit uncomfortable… But I kinda like you there.”
Something deeply possessive grips my heart as I picture him on stage, with Mick, with his ass full ofmycum.
“Good,” I murmur. “I kinda like being there.”
NINE
“Atleasttrytostay hard,” I snicker as I hold on to the tube engulfing Ty’s dick. “The instructions said you have to berock solidduring this part. Come on, babe. If I can do it, you can do it.”
“Ican’t. It feels funny! This is stupid.” Tyler is laughing his ass off, his ridiculous eight-pack clenching as I hold the Clone-a-Willy tube around his dick while he’s planking against the wall. I’m molding his erection—one hand on the tube, the other on his ass to keep him steady as the mold sets.
It’s day three of our reacquaintance, and we’re back on the bus, headed to the last stop before he flies home. His third showis tomorrow. I fucking nailed the first two—maybe because he was in the audience. Somehow, just knowing he’s there gives me that extra edge every time I step on stage.
We only have this mid-week together, and I’m making damn sure we squeeze every second out of it. That’s why we’re holed up in the bedroom this afternoon instead of hanging out in the living area with the others like we did yesterday.
I’ve got better things to do today.
Like making a silicone copy of my lover’s gorgeous cock.
“Say something hot, quick!” He turns his head, cheek resting on his forearm, holding back a grin and humor dancing in his pretty brown eyes.
“If you’re being good, I’m going to give you a reward after we’re done,” I say immediately, squeezing his ass cheek for emphasis. If my love wants dirty talk, he’s gonna get it. “First, we’re going to take a shower to get all this gross stuff off us. I’m gonna wash every inch of your body, worship every inch of your skin with my tongue…” I let my voice trail off and heat rushes through my body when I feel his cock twitching in the tube I have on him. I lean in on him and brush my lips over his neck, barely touching him, but able to feel the goosebumps that spread across his skin.
A fuckingwhimperescapes his mouth, encouraging me to tell him what I want to do most. “Then I’m putting you on all fours on this bed to eat that delicious ass out—that’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a while. I’m gonna lick it, suck on you until you’re all slippery, wet and open. Finally, I’m gonna fill that ass up inch by inch and will drill you through the mattress until I feed you my cum.”
I don’t know where the hell that came from, but if his groan is anything to go by, it fucking works.
“Oh, Jesus.” His eyes practically melt as he squirms even more. Instead of keeping still so the mold can set, he humpsdown into the tube. “Yes, to that. All of it. Oh, shit—is it bad if there are precum stains inside the mold?”
I snicker. “So I guess it helped?” I fondle his balls with my free palm, letting my finger graze over his slippery, lubed-up, well-abused rim.
He lets his head hang between his arms on a soft moan. “Fuck yeah.” He’s on his knees on the bed, elbows to the wall above the headboard, legs spread wide—with me beside him. We arranged some towels on the bed, but this stuff is seriously messy.
“Are the two minutes up, yet?” Ty asks, flicking a gaze my way—eyes heavy and heated—as I keep fingering his ass, occasionally dipping the tip inside, edging him on so he stays hard.
Shit, with how much I’ve been drilling into him these past couple of days, he’s all loose and ready. I’ve asked him multiple times if he’s okay, if he wants to switch again, but besides the incredible dick-down I got in the dressing room, he’s all needy and bottom-y, and I’m all here for it. I get it. I fuckingdo. And if he needs me that way right now, then he’s gonna get me that way. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him.
“I think so.” I let go of his ass and carefully extricate him from the mold tube, hoping that it worked. I look inside and it seems that it hardened out just fine, just like the other one we used on me. “No cum stains to be seen. Ya did good, baby.” I slap his ass just for the fun of it.
Ty chuckles, smirking at me. “Now go mix the silicone and pour it in. Then we’ll let them harden. Andthenyou’re going to do all those filthy things you just promised.”
Fuck yes. Before I can snark back, there’s a sharptap tap tapon the door—of fucking course.
Missy’s voice cuts through the wood like a chainsaw, laced with her usual sarcasm. “If you two lovebirds are finally doneplaying weird science experiments with your genitals, Jodie’s about to get the numbers. Get your asses over here.”
I groan, resting my forehead against Ty’s shoulder as he chuckles softly. “She’s such a buzzkill. They all are.”
“It’s fine,” Ty says, grinning as he shifts to sit back on his knees like me, rotating his arms to release the strain from the planking. “We’ve got the rest of the day and night. No gig tonight, right?”
“No gig tonight,” I confirm with a smile, leaning forward for a quick peck—one that instantly morphs in a full-blown French kiss because the little shithead reels me in by the back of my head as soon as our lips make contact, groaning into my mouth.
