Page 18 of Filthy Rock Stars

I lick his crown, flicking my tongue, and Prince kicks his legs out.

I drag my tongue down, swirling it around his throbbing shaft, and pearls leak from his tip.

He swallows his moans, struggling to control his spasms, and when I finally purse my lips and slide them down his cock, his voice cracks.

“Oh shit,” he whispers, pawing at the back of my head. “Oh my god.”

I palm his balls. “You like that?” I whisper. “You like being a dirty boy getting his dick sucked in the middle of the bar?”

Prince thrusts up from his hips, bouncing his erection against my lips. “Quiet,” he whispers, then laughs, this musical sound that’s almost a giggle.

I suck him down again, and the giggle turns into a muffled groan.

Sweating and horny, my knees aching, I keep at it. I wet his dick with my saliva and gurgle on his crown, one ear perked for the noise of someone nearing. Prince fights hard to keep control, but the more I tease his pleasure out, the more he writhes and pants in the seat.

My hand slides behind his balls, and I reach for his hole. Two fingers probe his entrance slowly, giving him plenty of time to push me away, but when I stroke his rim, precum pours onto my tongue.

He likes it. That’s so fucking hot.

I keep stroking and sucking, losing myself in the game of drawing him to the edge, then slowing again. When I think neither of us will be able to stand it any longer, a voice on the other side of the curtain interrupts.

“I don’t care what the office says,” an older man complains as he walks toward our corner, right outside our booth. “I need it now.”

Prince and I freeze. His cock is pulsing in my mouth, and I’ve got two fingers pressed to his twitching hole.

“Listen,” the man says, louder and angrier. “I am going to stay on this phone until you get me the answer I need.”

“Urrghhh…” Prince’s muffled voice whimpers. I feel him fighting hard to keep control, but his erection throbs and leaks, hot in the vice of my mouth.

“Solo,” he gasps, stroking the side of my face. “Solo, I’m going to…”

I realize there’s no turning back. I take a deep breath, then slide my lips back down his cock, sucking to the base.

Prince jerks from the hips. His leg wraps around my body as he slides down on the seat. I work his rim with more pressure, circling his hole while the angry man keeps ranting into his phone, oblivious.

Prince claws at silence, riding the edge of his climax.

We belong to each other. We don’t know each other’s real names. We’re practically strangers. But right now, hidden from the rest of the world, indulging ourselves, he’s mine, and I’m his.

He grips my shoulder tight and, a second later, plunges his cock to the back of my throat. He groans as he orgasms, flooding my mouth with his load as his rim clenches tight on my fingertips.

I greedily swallow him down.

Prince goes limp. The man paces and rants on the other side of the curtain, and the noise of the lounge continues, but this secret world we share is suddenly quiet and still.

I give his cock another slow lick, then drag myself up to sit on his side of the booth. Prince has a dazed, dopey smile, his eyes half-shut and perspiration dotting his temples, but after just a second, he surprises me by falling and burying his face in my lap.

“Oh, shit,” I grunt under my breath.

Prince frees my cock and swallows it down. My head rolls back, and heat surges from my balls, burning my nerves. He sucks me expertly, the wet warmth of his mouth just as delicious as I remember. His semen is still salty on my lips, and it doesn’t take more than a couple minutes until I’m grabbing his hair and pumping a silent orgasm into his throat.

Prince pulls his head up. He looks sex-drunk, and his lips are puffy. I reach out and cup his cheek, smiling at him. “And not a drop of cum spilled. No one in this bar will be the wiser.”

He laughs and bites his lip. “It’s all in the details.”

I chuckle. His cheeks are round with his contented smile, and I watch happily while the thrill of what we just did settles over him.

He gulps his beer. “Wow. That was amazing.”

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