Page 51 of Filthy Rock Stars

I’m on my stomach, my ass in the air, and before I can think, Shadow’s pulling my cheeks apart and licking my crack. Surprised, needy whimpers turn into moans as my cock pulses and leaks on the sheets.

His tongue is wet and warm as he works my hole, thrusting into me a little harder as his hands grope my cheeks. The moans roll out of me. I no longer need to be quiet. I don’t have to stifle my voice for fear of being caught, so I clutch the pillows tight with both fists and holler.

“Oh fuck,” I moan, riding the waves of sensation. “Fells good, Shadow.”

I’m his instrument, and he plays me like a pro, every lick and kiss laser-focused on my pleasure. My eyes roll back while Shadow works me open. His lips withdraw as I pant and stare at the ceiling, and when he slides a lubed finger in, my gasp breaks into a yell.

“Fuck yeah,” I groan, thrusting back at my hips. “Give it to me.”

“That’s right,” he encourages, hands all over my hips, my ass, and rubbing up to my cock, fingers sliding into my hole and pressing the raw throbbing button behind my balls. “Beautiful man. Finally got you in my bed.”

The sensations flow through my muscles like lava, weakening me. Shadow stays right there, complimenting and kissing, and when I realize I can’t stand it anymore, I gather enough strength to twist myself around and face him again.

“Fuck me,” I gasp, sweat pouring down my chest.

Shadow curls his lip into a rakish grin. “You want my cock?”

My head is spinning. I haven’t done this since my horrible ex, and I came here to potentially break up with Shadow, but yes, I definitely fucking want this.

“Do you have a condom with that lube you materialized?” I ask, my voice breathy.

“I do.” Shadow eyes me. I’m on my elbows, and he’s hovering above, his jeans shoved halfway down his thighs and his lips puffy from rimming me.

I reach and stroke his face. His stubble is thick, hard friction against the pads of my fingers, but his skin and lips are soft.

“Then fuck me,” I manage, gathering the confidence that I’ve been nurturing since we first met, my eyes burning into his. “I want to feel your hard cock buried deep.”

Shadow kicks his jeans off and falls onto me. We kiss again, our mouths wet and our hands greedy. We sweat and wrestle and writhe, our erections thrusting together. Shadow keeps playing with my hole, teasing my rim with his slick fingers and driving me out of my mind, until he finally gets the condom on.

I make my way on top of him, my hands pressed to his chest. I’m most familiar with being on the bottom, but when he grins up to me, I realize how much I like it up here.

And Shadow obviously likes it, too.

I reach back and press his hard shaft against my crease, guiding us forward.

“Hell yeah,” he groans, thrusting from his hips and sliding his sheathed cock between my cheeks. “Ride me, Nico.”

I moan as his crown presses to my hole. My entrance twitches, pleasure burning into me with anticipation. Shadow supports my weight as I wriggle until finally I open for him and I slide down.

I gasp. “Oh!”

Shadow reaches up, stroking my chest, one hand on my hip. “Just like that,” he encourages. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I sink down. His hard cock is painful, but in the good way, and as we hold gazes, my body eases open through the burn.

Shadow is inside me, hard and throbbing. Sex right now is a horrible idea, just the absolute worst, but there’s sweat glistening on his temple. His muscles are rippling beneath his tattoos, and the smell of us fills the room, and I need this.

I need him.

I rotate my hips, riding his cock. Shadow growls and thrusts, just hard enough that I feel it, and as I pant, my muscles go weak, and I collapse against his chest.

We keep going, wriggling together as his cock slides in and out. Shadow grabs the back of my head and presses his lips to my ear, whispering sweet compliments as he fucks my ass, and I bounce my hips to fuck him back.

“Dying for you,” he groans. “Dying for your sweet voice, Nico.” He fucks me harder, his cock slamming against my spot as fireworks explode behind my eyes. “Give me your music.”

I’m moaning, my inhibitions burned away as I yell his name. There’s an orgasm building at my root, the need for release pulsing with every thrust.

I push up on his chest, fucking him with my ass just as hard as he’s fucking me. Our skin slaps, and when I see the wrenched, desperate look on Shadow’s face, I come undone.

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