Page 6 of Pretty Black

“No.” His smile widened.

“Why not?” I said, trying to sound offended, but it was impossible while getting to kiss him.

“Because we’ll be in the studio all night or on your guitar if you read them.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“When I want to spend the night inside you, it is,” Iris said coyly.

“Fuuuuck.” I took his hand from my cheek and pressed it into my cock. “You’re right. You being inside me is an even better idea.”

He wrapped his fingers around me as he hooked a leg over mine, flipping himself into my lap. “Will you stay there all night?”

“All night? Don’t you need to sleep?”

He shook his head, hair falling in his face, stroking me as our mouths met again. “No, I’d much rather be with you.”

“Sleep is important, but I’d much rather be with you, too.” I leaned back, dropping my gaze to watch his hand work me through my pants. “But that doesn’t make me any less curious.”

Iris’ lips moved across my jaw. “Me first, music second.”

I laughed, cupping the back of his head, keeping him there. “You can fuck me doggy style while I write music.”

“I’m almost tempted to take you up on that just to see how hard it is for you.” He chuckled into my skin, nipping.

“Does that mean you’re handing the lyrics over?” I playfully reached for his abandoned notebook on the ground next to me.

He let me, opening the button on my jeans. “No asking questions.”

“Are you doing that out here?” I asked as he tugged my zipper down.

“I said no questions.” Mischief danced in his eyes.

“We can’t. If the other guys—” I gasped as he squeezed my cock.

“You don’t like the risk of it.” He dropped his head to let his saliva drip between us, running between his fingers and over my cock.

“We’ll get in so much trouble.” I didn’t tell him to stop.

“Aren’t you tired of playing it safe?”

I lifted my shoulders. “Every day.”

He paused, searching my face. “Me too. What makes you tired of it?”

“Do you think I like everyone in the world lusting over you, wanting to fuck you, thinking they have a chance with you?” I tried to keep the ice out of my tone but failed. “I want to tell them you belong to me. That you come to my bed every night.”

He squirmed in my lap. “I like this side of you.”

“Do you?” I asked, my chest expanding with pride.

“Very much. Would you want the world to know?”

“Everyone. I’d kiss you on stage every night.” I dragged his face to mine. “Leave no doubt in anyone’s mind.”

“I need to be inside you.” Iris got to his feet, dragging me with him by my dick. “Hurry up.”

“I thought I was going to read these,” I said playfully, kissing him as we stumbled towards our room, the notebook dangling from my fingertips.

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