Page 84 of Filthy Rock Stars

And every time, he gives it to me even better than I’d dreamed.

Shadow holds my face between his thighs. I bury myself at his balls, huffing, rich like his rain-and-leather scent on the sheets until Shadow pulls me up and thrusts his cock against my lips.

I swallow him, and his tortured groan fills the loft.

It’s been a few weeks now that I’ve been coming here. Fox helped us figure out a secure way to come and go, but with our band schedules, we’ve only found a couple scattered nights each week together.

Still, I feel as safe here as I’ve ever felt anywhere.

His slightly messy kitchen, steamy shower, creaky wood floor… It all feels quickly like home.

I roll on my back again, Shadow holding my head as he fucks my mouth. His crown slams the back of my throat. I manage not to gag, and the pounding pleasure heats through me.

“Hell yeah,” he grunts, slowing his thrust. “You like my big cock in your pretty mouth, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” I manage, jerking like a rag doll.

Shadow drags his shaft across my lips. His muscles tense, and his voice pinches, and I know now he’s fighting an orgasm.

I swirl my tongue, greedy for it, but not quite ready. Instead, I pull off, making him gasp. Dragging my mouth across his hips, I get him to roll over and turn my attention to his hole. The musky aroma hits me, a new sensation that I’m addicted to, like the sight of the dark hairs that grow at his puckering rim.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, face on the mattress.

My nerves go electric. My tongue pushes past Shadow’s rim, sending him tumbling with another groan. I’m jerking myself and pawing at my balls, the need to climax more and more urgent as I work his hole open, obsessed with the way he comes totally undone.

“Give it to me,” I gasp, lips on his rim as I reach around and grab his cock. “Give me your cum.”

“Just for you, babe,” Shadow grunts, and when his hole seizes tight on my tongue, I lick out and pull my mouth to his erection again.

“Suck it down,” he gasps, and I take him in my mouth. Almost instantly, I come in my fist as his semen floods my mouth, spasming with the weight of my head in his hands. The world spins until he pulls me up for full-body contact, grounding me to reality again.

The sun shining outside the loft. A pinball machine still flashing from the game that this sex interrupted.

Naked Shadow with his arms around me.

He presses his nose to my neck, inhaling me deeply. “I can’t believe we actually get two straight days together.”

I laugh and wrap my arms around him. “I know. It’s kind of a miracle. And then a week apart?”

“Unless I find a way out of this gig in Denver.” He humps me. “I haven’t faked sick yet. I was saving that for an emergency.”

“It’s all right. We’ll figure something out,” I tell him, which is what I’ve been telling myself.

It sucks that it’s so hard to find time together. I want to see Shadow every day. And it’s not like I mind being so busy. Every second I spend with Kissing Dirt is heaven, whether writing music or performing live. I found a hidden version of myself, the musician I’ve always been scared to acknowledge, and an unexpected family, too.

But the aspect of this where I don’t get to see Shadow is frustrating, to say the least. Some days, it’s downright painful.

I squeeze him tighter, settling into reality. “With Fox and the lawyers on your contract, I’m sure you’ll find a solution soon,” I say, looking for the bright side.

Shadow told them he’s happy to sacrifice his financial interests as a bargaining chip if it helps them find a way out, but apparently, that’s a complicated request. Meanwhile, Fox has been doing his own research, which I guess includes a lot of cocktails with old contacts of his and snooping around.

Shadow grunts.

I sit up. “Did you get some bad news?”

“No. It’s nothing like that.” Shadow sits up, too, and tugs on his boxers. “Sorry. You know I’m not trying to be all pessimistic and sarcastic.” He pushes a hand through his hair, now long enough to count as shaggy. “Getting me out of the contract is part of escaping from my band. I get that, and I’m glad it’s happening. I just wish I didn’t have to be so careful around Adrian and Elle. It’s like they have my balls in a vice.”

I wince at the image. Fox suggested that Shadow should keep the peace with his band until they figure out a plan, which is prudent, but I appreciate that Shadow is more than ready to just walk away.

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