Page 102 of Filthy Rock Stars

“Just us,” I whisper. “And if I ever start to doubt it, all I have to do is remember you singing to me at the VMAs.”

Someone pounds on the door, but we both ignore it.

“Uh-huh,” he says as his hands land on my hips. “The night I fucked you in the dressing room, right?”

Shadow pushes up against me, and my whole body comes alive in response.

“If you’ve got a private dressing room, why not use it?”

He laughs as he kisses at my neck, his studs teasing my tender spot, stubble scraping. “Well, it’s not exactly my room.”

I pull his face up. “Excuse me?”

“This one belongs to my label. My old label, I guess.” His hard dick presses against my erection. “I don’t have the contract to rip up, but I can think of another way to tell them to fuck off.”

I throw myself against him and bury my tongue in his mouth. Shadow laughs as he catches me. He kisses me back and pins me to the vanity, and I throw my legs around his waist and tug him close.

My man just put himself out there in a major way for us, and I intend to show him that I appreciate it.

Someone hollers from the other side of the door, and Shadow quickly shoves a chair under the handle to reinforce it. We kiss against the wall, groaning and groping. Our jackets get thrown to the ground, and I shove my hand in his torn tuxedo pants and rummage for his erection.

Shadow groans as I grip his base, and after we both jerk each other, he drops down and swallows me. I cradle his face in my hands, gently gliding my cock across his lips. My hips jut, and I shake with need, fighting for control.

I pull him up, tearing his lips off my cock. “Kiss me,” I gasp, his lips against mine. “I want you to fuck me.”

Shadow grins. “Yes, please.”

I climb on top of him, his ass on the vanity. My heartbeat drums in my ears. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this, but I am. We are.

Holy shit. We’re in love.

“I’ve been tested,” I say quickly.

Shadow nods. “Same.”

We stare at each other. A second passes. Then we both jump into action.

“Come here,” Shadow grunts, tugging down my pants and underwear. “I want your taste on my lips.”

He spins me against the vanity and goes to work on my hole. Shadow devours me, thrusting his tongue and massaging my twitching rim. He strokes my cock just enough to take my precum and uses two fingers to work it in me with saliva.

Fireworks explode behind my eyes. The noise of the award show comes from a distant universe. Heat fills me, and my nerves sing.

Shadow gets up behind me. His hand works under my shirt, up to my chest, as he thrusts his cock against my tender, hot hole. I’m shaking so hard with pleasure, I can barely talk, but he holds me as he groans in my ear.

“You’re so fucking sexy and talented and goddamn perfect. I’ve never met anyone like you, Nico. I love you so much it hurts.”

His cock pushes up my hole, and I gasp as he fills me. It burns, but there’s just enough lubricant that I can take him, and the flames give way to electric bliss.

“Shadow. Oh fuck.” I slam my hands down for support, moaning. “I’m so proud of you. I’m so proud that you’re my man.”

His cock slams against my spot, his crown hard and wet inside me.

“You’re mine, Nico,” he growls, stroking my chest and fucking me. “And I’m yours.”

“I’m yours,” I gasp, thrusting my ass back just as hard, spasming on the edge of an orgasm. “And you’re mine.”

Shadow’s fingers sink into me, and everything turns into white light as we both orgasm. I feel his cock pumping inside me and the flood of semen, and the sensation sends me rolling into oblivion, shaking and spraying in Shadow’s fist.

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