Page 41 of Filthy Rock Stars

I make him happy.

We’re in the back of a library, five stories up. It was Nico’s turn to pick our spot, but he’s been so damn busy. So after he said that he wanted to try a library, I eagerly spent the past week scouting until I found the perfect location. Old atlases, dusty shelves, poor lighting, and even a squeaky-ass floor to warn us if anyone rounds the corridor.

He likes it, and pleasing him feels so, so good.

I push him against the shelves. His button-up is undone at the top, and I rub my hand over his chest, pawing him for my pleasure and his.

Prince shudders, breath tight. His lips are already puffy from my beard, and he’s got an arm around my shoulders as he writhes against me.

I press my lips to his ear, savoring his reactions. “Now you’re going to make me horny for libraries.”

“You aren’t already horny for libraries?”

I blurt out a laugh, louder than I expected, and Prince giggles and presses a finger to my mouth, shushing me.

“Right,” I whisper, then flick my tongue against his ear. “Libraries are very quiet.”

He barely contains his laughter as I mouth his ear. Then he surprises me and takes charge. He grabs my flannel and pulls me to him, burying his tongue in my mouth.

He’s more confident every time I see him. It’s so fucking hot.

I get him in the back corner, by the window that looks out over the city. Prince blows me first, slobbering on my cock, the unused corner of the library silent. My dick throbs in his mouth, hot and thick and ready to blow as he whimpers and sucks.

When I can’t stand it anymore, I drag him up and kiss him. Prince braces himself against some shelving, knocking a few books over, and we both go still at the clatter.

“Just a couple study buddies,” I whisper as I palm his hard cock through his trousers. “Nothing to see back here.”

Prince thrusts his erection against my hand, moaning quietly. “Research…” he moans. “Assistance.”

I drag my hand around his hips, feeling his heat. “Naughty,” I tease. “This is a place of knowledge. Everything all nice and ordered, respectful.” I grab his ass, squeezing. “You’re not supposed to get a rimjob here, Prince.”

His tongue lolls out, and I know I’ve hit the jackpot. Prince loves when things are ordered and neat. Like how he cleans up after us with a little pack of disinfectant wipes, and it’s the most endearing goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.

And that’s what makes the rest of this so good. It’s why he lets me pull his pants down and rim him, working my tongue into his hole while he grips the bookshelf. Prince reaches and grabs the back of my head, pulling me tight, and his sweet, earthy scent feeds me.

I jerk myself, pumping toward my climax.

We ride these cycles, coming undone together and fighting back to get control. Prince quivers with each thrust of my tongue, and when his whimpers turn into stifled moans, I hold his cock in a tight fist and torture his wet crown with my thumb, driving him back to the edge.

When we come, we’re on the old wooden floors, face to face. I bury two fingers in Prince, and with our pants undone, our cocks thrust together. Reality splits open, and I’m totally free, unencumbered as we crash into each other.

Gasping for breath, Prince takes me in a quick kiss, then immediately fixes his clothes. I’m still dizzy, and he looks dazed as fuck, but he manages to make us respectable.

I grin, fix my own pants, and lean forward to carefully button his top button. “Next thing you know, you’ll be returning books late, talking on your phone in the study room. A real library rebel.”

He laughs. “Wanted across the Dewey Decimal System.”

I wink. Even put together, he’s disheveled, the traces of sex on his lips and skin.

“I’m glad you were free,” he says. “I’m nervous to leave town for this thing, but seeing you helps. As always.”

I rise and cup his cheek, holding his warm gaze. “Same. Turns out I have to leave this weekend, too.”

The label went and booked us a spot onLive with Cole Collins. I think they want to capitalize on all the attention around this diss track. I’d rather hide my face until my band stops acting like a bunch of tools, but Adrian promised me we only have to show up for one song, no conversation with the host or any of that bullshit.

Whatever. Elle used to date Cole, during one extended and very messy breakup with Adrian, and now the three of them have a kind of frenemy thing going on. Maybe being on his show will reunite that boring drama and distract everyone from the Kissing Dirt rivalry.

The floor creaks down the corridor, and Prince and I instinctively jump away from each other. Heavy footsteps fall, and Prince covers his mouth, hiding a laugh.

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