Page 74 of Filthy Rock Stars

Fuck, I can’t wait to touch him.

I pass a few workers, but the hallways are quiet. My nerves tingling, I remember what’s so hot about these hookups in the first place. This is our secret, just the two of us, and even in the middle of a massive arena, even with the band waiting in the green room, no one can take this away.

Fuck the music industry. They can all go to hell.

I just need Nico.

When I find the closet, the door is cracked. I grin to myself and rap on it lightly, then squeeze inside and immediately start chuckling.

“Shhhh!” Nico hushes me, his hand over my mouth.

I pull the door shut. There’s a light bulb hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the tiny space and Nico. He’s in some custom, black leather costume that’s snug to his slim body, sleeveless, and paired with a pointy-eared mask covering his face.

I drag my hands up the sides of the costume. “Catwoman. Wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

“So, you really did try to put me in an ogre costume?” he protests with a laugh. “I thought the delivery guy must have been mistaken.”

A gruff laugh escapes me. “Yeah I ordered you an ogre costume. I was thinking, you know, like how fans of Night Hell dress.”

Nico tilts his head to the side. “So the catsuit wasn’t your idea?” He shakes his head quickly and laughs again. “Well, this is the one I picked,” he says, somewhat defiant in the tiny closet. He fusses with the mask. “I like it.”

I grab his hips and hitch him close, nearly knocking some paper towel off the shelf. “Going with the sexy option.” I kiss him, sliding my tongue against his. “And with so many people dressed up, I’m sure no one spotted you. Win-win.”

His dick swells against the black leather. “It’s tight, but surprisingly easy to move in, too,” he says quietly.

I kiss his lips, burying my tongue as I rub against him. I drag my hands over his body, quivering beneath the suit, desperate to find my way to skin. “I can’t wait to blow you in your catsuit.” I paw at his erection. “Give it to me,” I growl.

Nico presses his lips to mine. “Maybe I should make you work for it,” he teases.

My laugh turns into a groan. “Fuck. Like how?”

“Like maybe I give you a long rimjob first and make you beg for it.”

I almost fall down, totally not expecting that. “You want to rim me?”

He shrugs, grinning and clearly pleased to have flustered me. “Maybe. If you’re into it. I’m kind of curious what it’s like.”

My dick throbs. I pull him close, warmth stirring at my core as I think of him, working my hole with his mouth. “Fuck,” I groan. “My cock. My hole. Anywhere you want to put your lips.Please.”

We’re crammed together, hidden from the massive arena outside, and I’m hornier every second. I need to make him come, to take every drop of pleasure and release and satisfaction that I can.

I need us to burn hot, a supernova that scorches away the rest of the world.

I find the zipper. My fingers glide across the hard metal down his back, right between his shoulders. Before I can slide it down, though, my elbow slams something hard, and the door pops open behind me.

“Oh fuck!”

I scramble for the handle but somehow knock a mop over in the process, which gets jammed between the door and the wall, keeping the closet wide open and exposing us to the hallway.

“Shit,” I grumble, tugging at the mop as my pulse spikes. “It won’t budge.”

Loud, laughing voices erupt down the hallway, and I snap my eyes to Nico. He looks stunned, panicked, and after a frozen second, we both start yanking on the mop, the long wooden rod of which is securely stuck in place.

“Oh shit!” he gasps. Nico sticks his head out the door, glancing down the hallway, and his eyes get even bigger. “Rockers!”

The tall, hulking figures in black round the corner, and I impulsively grab Nico’s hand. “Run!”

He grabs his backpack, and we take off, sprinting in the other direction. “Hey! Was that Shadow from Forbidden Destiny?” a deep voice bellows. “And who’s that chick?” But we’re down another hallway, sprinting deeper behind the stadium.

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