Page 7 of Filthy Rock Stars

Maybe I died when I saw Smith in the bookstore. Maybe this is a hallucination.

I look over my shoulder. There’s no one in sight, and the light is almost gone.

“You have no idea how extremely out of character this is for me,” I tell him.

He grins. “I think I might. That’s part of why it’s so hot.” The man drags his fingers up the back of my head again, earning another shiver. “That and your naughty smile. It’s something else.”

I don’t know what to say, but luckily, it becomes very clear that the time for talking is over. Before I can chicken out, I close the distance between us and press my lips to his. His mouth is incredibly soft, and his hand holds the back of my head, pulling me in as our tongues collide. He smells like leather and fresh rain, and his stubble burns my skin.

His lip ring and studs fascinate me, hard and tantalizing as they click my teeth. We kiss like horny teenagers, and it’s everything.

“Fuck,” I gasp into his mouth, drawing back for breath.

He pulls two fingers across my lips, the calluses rough and electrifying. “I knew you’d taste sweet, but damn.”

I kiss him again, and we stumble into the trees. We get lost in the shadows, and his hand pushes up beneath my shirt, pawing at my chest. The air is cool, but his skin quickly warms against my body, and I rut against him as he presses me to a tree.

My mind races to capture every detail. The thrill of hooking up in the park. The sound of the wind in the leaves as he kisses my neck. The possessive growl when he rubs his thick, hard cock against mine.

It’s chilly and dipping into night, and I’m supposed to be home with a good book. But I’m not. I’m here with this stranger, living a fantasy I’ve always been too scared to admit, and I throw myself into it.

He falls to his knees first, palms my hard cock through my pants and growls at my crotch. I stroke his head, wordless and vibrating with pleasure, and he tilts his eyes up for my approval before pulling my cock out, exposing my sensitive skin to the cool air.

He takes it in his hand, stroking and kissing my erection. I tear my eyes away to look around, make sure we’re alone, and when he wraps his lips around my cock, the suction is lightning, red hot.

I groan under my breath, fingers against bark and eyes up at the branches, throbbing with pure ecstasy as he works me and the minutes stretch on, loaded with risk and need. When I can’t take it anymore, certain I’ll climax at any minute, I pull my cock away, not ready for this to be over.

“Oh fuck,” he groans. I rub his shoulders, and he stands again, sliding his body against me.

I kiss the stranger. “Is this good?”

He strokes down the side of my cheek. “Hell yeah. You’re fucking hot. I love the way your cock tastes.”

I moan under my breath. No one has ever talked to me like that before, and for him to say it in the middle of the park rips me open.

I’m so horny I can’t think straight. My erection throbs, demanding the relief of touch, but I grab at his tight jeans instead.

“I want to suck your cock,” I say. My voice comes out raspy.

He glances around. “There’s no one nearby. Say it like you mean it.”

I take a deep breath and speak with a clear voice. “Give me your cock. I’m going to suck you dry.”

Holy shit. I just said that.

He groans like I’m the hottest thing imaginable, presses his forehead to mine, and pulls his dick out. He’s thick and cut, not too big and with a spongy purple crown. Gripping himself, he shoves his boxers down to his thighs and frees his hairy, heavy balls.

Indulging the kink I’ve always buried shatters my usual inhibitions, and after I sink down to the ground, I grab his cock and rub it against my face. His shaft is like a metal rod, hard as his motorcycle, and it pulses against my cheek as I huff in his musky scent.

I stroke him, crown to base, and when I tilt my eyes up, the stranger’s face contorts, his pretty eyes wide with longing. He lets out a ragged breath. “There’s that smile,” he says. “See? You just need someone to give you what you want.”

His callused hands are over my mouth, and he shoves two fingers in, surprising me. A heartbeat later, I stretch my jaw as he bring me to his cock. His crown slides across my lips, his tip teasing my tongue, and I taste his precum, salty, right before I take him.

The stranger works his cock into my mouth. He holds the back of my head, and I grab his base to take control. I pump him, sucking greedily while he groans and strokes my cheek.

“Oh fuck. Your gorgeous mouth…”

I pull my lips back and gulp air. “Sucking your cock in the park.”

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