Page 26 of Filthy Rock Stars

But I’m not a major rock god to Prince. When we’re together, it’s just us, and that makes everything real.

When I can’t delay my gratification any longer, I push through the double doors. I leave my sunglasses on and my scarf up as I stop first at the bar and order a shot of whiskey, which I throw back. Then I walk by the counter and through the dim hall, ignoring everyone and everything until I find the bathrooms.

The hallway is quiet. I reach the end and lay my hand against the wooden door. I can feel him pulsing for me on the other side. He’s probably leaking in his boxer briefs.

I knock, and when he opens the door, I take him in my arms. We slam our lips together without a word. I fumble to lock the door, and Prince pulls on my shirt, dragging me against the wall.

I growl into his mouth. “Feisty.”

Prince strokes my face. Our bodies are pressed together, and his hard cock juts against my hip. The bathroom isn’t big, just enough space for a toilet and a sink, and the sounds of the pool hall murmur and clack in the distance.

He ruts up against me, and I thrust back. His thin muscles are all taut, and his sweet breath is heavy on my neck.

“This is exactly how I want to celebrate today,” he says, then nips at my skin. “Thank you.”

“Oh, this is just foreplay,” I tell him. “The celebration is when we walk out of this bathroom with jizz painted all over our chests.” I lean back against the sink, my fingers tight on his waist to hold him to me. “Or your own cum dripping between your cheeks, maybe? What do you think?”

Prince quivers. “Why not both?”

My pulse jumps.

Fuck, he’s good.

“Naughty boy,” I tease, then throw him against the wall.

He loses it. I lose it. We tear at each other’s clothes. I drag my teeth beneath his jaw, thrusting him against the wall with my hips, and he grabs my face and shoves his tongue in my mouth and sucks on my lip stud.

I come undone. We knock the toilet paper off the wall, climb up the sink, growl and whimper. Prince works my cock with his tight fist, wet with saliva, and I bend him over the sink and get my first taste of his hole.

We’re a quiet hurricane because we both know we can’t take long. There’s a clock ticking the entire time we’re in this bathroom. We have to be quick and greedy.

Prince comes first, his cock in my fist and my tongue working his rim. I do what I promised. I take his cum on my fingers and fuck it into him, both of his hands flat on the mirror behind the sink. The sensation of penetrating him with my fingers pushes me to the edge, too, and when he’s finally done quivering, I flip him around and spray my load on his chest, then pull him to me, kissing as our slick chests rub.

Just when I think we’re spent, he comes again, his erection pressed to my bare abs, caught between our bodies.

We’re gasping, half-undressed and wet with cum and sweat. We stare each other for a few seconds, tidal waves of orgasmic bliss rolling between us, and laugh.

I pull his shirt over the mess I made on his chest and try to fix it. “Fuck.” I keep my voice quiet. “We tore some buttons off.”

Prince shudders. He immediately starts looking around, clearly thinking of cleanliness.

“You like the way that cum feels, wet on your skin?”

He fixes his trousers, a naughty smile on his face. “Yes,” he answers softly.

“Dripping out of your hole?” I grin as I pull my shirt on. “It’s okay. It’s cold out. You’ve got plenty of layers on to cover you up nice and safe.”

Prince bites his lip. He looks so damn adorable. “This is incredibly hot,” he whispers, “and I am definitely going directly home to take a shower.”

I laugh. “Fair enough. And congratulations again. I’m glad you called me to celebrate.”

“Oh,” he says. “Yeah, thanks—” His phone rings, blaring loudly in the small room, and he yanks it out. “Sorry. Oh!” He looks up to me, eyes wide.

I lean back on the sink. “By all means. Take the call.”

“Hello,” he answers. “Yes. This is he.”

I watch, pleased, as the post-orgasmic daze gives way to excitement. Prince gasps, nodding slightly.

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