Page 50 of Filthy Rock Stars

“Nico,” he groans as he grabs my hips. Shadow hitches me close and drags his lips across mine, his stubble scraping. “Are you—”

“I’m sure,” I interrupt. “Just… Just kiss me.”

He rubs his hard cock to my erection. “And we’re not even in a public bathroom. Scandalous.”

I laugh and tremble against him. “Is that still fun for you? If we’re not somewhere risky?”

“Of course.” Shadow presses his forehead to mine. “I need you, Nico, exactly like you are.”

Maybe that’s it. Maybe that’s all I need to hear because tingles of pleasure spark across my skin, and I throw myself at Shadow.

“Fuck,” I groan, kissing him hard. His tongue thrusts against mine as we stumble across the room.

Shadow drags his strong hands up my side. He slides his palms under my shirt, callused fingers on my bare skin, and his breath is hot on my neck.

“I finally get to take my time with you,” he growls. “Do you know how much I’ve been craving that?”

I pull his shirt up and kiss his chest. There’s faint brown hair across his pecs, and when he yanks his shirt off the rest of the way, his hard muscles ripple.

“Your tattoos,” I murmur. My cock is throbbing and hard, Shadow’s scent like rain and leather feeding my desire, but I stop myself from rushing.

I’ve wanted this, too. I’ve wanted to go slow and examine him, learn him in ways that we’ve denied ourselves.

He grins and steps back, modeling his ink for me. “You like?”

My eyes dance across his skin. There are stars on his bicep, a motorcycle on his side, a UFO and a vivid guitar and dark, geometric patterns painting his left arm. Some of the ink is faded, some seemingly newer, and each tattoo fascinates me, just like he does.

Shadow flicks his jeans open, standing there and allowing me to examine him. There’s a trail of hair that leads down to the waistband of his boxer briefs, and the tight denim hugs his thighs.

I press my fingers to the guitar tattoo. A million questions dance on the tip of my tongue, about his music and Forbidden Destiny, but then Shadow strokes the side of my face. Our eyes lock again, and I know this isn’t the time for any of that.

Right now, disasters and scandals escalating outside the hotel room, it’s time for us.

Shadow kisses me again, softer this time. My hand slides down his arm, and he slowly removes my shirt. I tremble as he walks me toward the massive bed, and when we get there, he grabs my hips and spins me, laying me down on the luxuriously soft sheets.

It’s intimate in a way I’m not used to with him. I start to squirm, embarrassed by his slow attention in the light, the way he scrapes his lips across my chest and over my tender, hard nipples. But then Shadow kisses my belly and makes his way to my hips. He crawls over me and slowly removes my pants, and a wave of erotic pleasure gushes through me.

He huffs a deep breath at my crotch. “Nico,” he says, pawing my erection through my boxer briefs. “You’re so damn fine. Gonna show you how much I like you.”

I throw a leg over his shoulder, pulling him to me. Shadow slides my underwear off, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable, exposed like the truth that is finally laid bare between us.

“So damn fine,” he repeats, his face at my hard cock as he palms my balls. “And a stellar fucking musician.” He kisses my wet tip and tilts his eyes up to me. “You know how hot that is?”

I writhe against the bed. “You, too,” I pant.

He slides one hand into mine, lacing our fingers while he kisses my cock. “These hands,” he growls. “I knew you were talented, but damn, can they make magic.”

My cock slides between his lips, squeezed just tightly enough to drive me wild, and I grab at his shoulder with my free hand. “Shadow.” All I can manage is his name, proof that this is real, so I repeat it again. “Shadow.”

He wets my erection with his saliva and drags a loose fist up and down. “You’re so fucking smart,” he growls. “And sweet and talented and good.” He kisses my tip again, swirling his tongue at my crown. “I’ve never known anyone like you.”

I shake, lost in the rhythm of his caresses and compliments, seeing myself the way he sees me.

“And this sexy ass.” Shadow slides a hand back, cupping my cheek as he lifts me. “Like a piece of ripe fruit.” He kisses my thighs as he works his fingers into my crease. “Gorgeous, soft skin. Kinky little secrets. And that voice.”

Shadow presses his fingers to my twitching hole, and a surprised murmur rolls out of me.

“There it is,” he coos and flips me over. “Give me that music, Nico.”

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