Page 19 of Share Me

“I have magic fingers, eh?” He wiggled them in front of me. “Well, you have eight minutes before we’re officially late and Lenny will start hammering on the door. On the bed, on your knees, and let me see that beautiful cock.”

“Fuck, for someone who doesn’t say a lot, you sure have a way with words.”

His mouth grazed my ear as he whispered, “I speak when it matters, Bunny. Seven minutes.”

I pushed up off the sofa, trying to act cool, but my aching balls had other ideas, pulling me to the bedroom like the desperate man I was. It had been almost ten days since we’d all hooked up and being around Dawson every day meant that I was always turned on and fisting myself in the shower way more than I thought was normal.

I kicked off my jeans, grabbed the lube from the bedside table, and scrambled into a kneeling position, pulling my hair out of its bun because I knew how much Daw liked it down.

He appeared in the doorway, top off, his green eyes dancing with mischief as he unbuckled his jeans, kicking them and his tight white boxers off as he stepped toward me. “God, you’re stunning,” he murmured as the bed dipped under his weight. He moved toward me until our bodies mirrored each other.

Uncapping the lube, he poured it into his hand covering his length before he coated mine, making me desperate to run my hands over his pecs and the outline of his abs, but also knowing it would throw a bucket of water over our first solo moment together since that time in my kitchen.

I cried out as he fisted himself and dragged the end of his piercing down my shaft. He looked at me, running his free hand through my hair. “This is going to be fast and I’m going to make you blow so hard you won’t be able to stop smiling for the rest of the day. You ready?”

He didn’t wait for me to reply, pushing our shafts together and gripping them in one hand while his mouth moved to my neck, licking and kissing me as he worked us together.

“Oh God, Daw.”

The tightness of his grip, the heat of his shaft rubbing against mine, and the way his piercing grazed against my frenulum with each thrust was almost too much. My cock leaked in appreciation as my hands gripped his sides with such force, I knew I would leave marks against his pale skin.

“That’s it, Bunny. Fuck my hand. Take what you need. Cover me in your cum, so I can smell you through rehearsals. I want to know that I made you fall apart, that you came undone and lost control for me, and then I’m going to text Lea and tell her how quick you came and how desperate you are for both of us to fuck you. Are you going to come quick, Bunny? Are you going to be a good boy and come for me?”

My body vibrated with need, his words burning through me like an inferno, stealing my breath, turning my vision white as I fucked into the tight tunnel of his hand. Moving our bodies closer together, so our abs added to the friction, he tugged on my hair, exposing my neck and sucking hard.

Unable to hold back. I grabbed his ass with two hands, my body bowing to be closer to him as I exploded, coming so hard words tumbled from my lips that made no sense as jets of cum covered his hand and chest.

“Fuck, that’s it. Jesus.” He lifted his hand for a second, smearing my cum over us both, before jerking hard, milking my sensitive cock, and just when I thought I couldn’t cope with the friction, he shot his load over me, crying out my name like a promise to the heavens.

Hammering sounded against the door. “We need to go,” Lenny yelled.

“Two minutes,” I called back. “I’m just finishing up a meeting with Daw.” Pushing him back to the mattress, I leaned over him, my gaze locked on to his. “We’re just cleaning up a mess I made.”

And with that, I licked through our combined pleasure that covered his abs. Dawson froze, and I wondered if I was being too gentle with him, but then he let out a groan, digging his hands into my hair. “Bad, Bunny. So, so bad.”

“That fucking nickname,” I mumbled against his skin before licking around the head of his cock, feeling it swell again from my touch.

I ran onto the stage, fifteen minutes late for the sound check for tonight’s gig, grabbing my guitar from its stand and rushing to the microphone stand, sweaty and sticky from Dawson’s cum that he’d not let me wash off.

“Sorry, got distracted,” I explained to my friends who’d been waiting for me.

“We can see,” Charlie scoffed. “Who the hell have you been hooking up with backstage?” I pushed the strands of my messy hair back from my face, trying to feign innocence.

“Rude. I was talking to Lea. Filling her in on the whole Nee situation.”

“And she gave you a hickey over the phone?” he asked, laughing.

My hand flew to my neck, my eyes fluttering closed as I thought about Dawson sucking my skin while he jerked us off.

“I thought things were over with you two?” Archer asked, his voice low as if he was realizing just how much he might have missed over the last few months, while he was having his Ionee-related breakdown.

I offered him a soft smile, shrugging. “It’s complicated.”

Charlie cocked his eyebrow, opening his mouth to say something, but I knew what was coming. “If you mention sharing her, I will hurt you.”

He held his hands up in the air. “Hey, we’ve shared girls before and it’s never been a problem. It’s not my fault she hypnotized you with that tight pussy of hers and made you fall for her. Anyway, I’m more of a one woman man these days.”

I forced down my emotions, not sure why I was so angry. I had shared her, I was happy to share her now, but the way Charlie insisted on rubbing it in that I’d been the one to fall for her left a bad taste in my mouth I couldn’t explain.

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