I gently tilt her head toward me. “Is it wrong to say I like this side of you? That it does something for me.”
Her breath hitches, and a small grin slides across her face. “You do, huh?” Her eyes twinkle with mischief, a relatively new look I’ve seen from her over the past few months as our relationship has deepened—as she’s become more sexually adventurous.
I tuck a stray piece of her chocolate-brown hair behind her eyes, running my eyes all over her body. Taking in how fucking adorable she looks, wearing a cutoff jean skirt, a teal tank top, and white Converse with her hair pulled up in a ponytail.
“Perhaps I should do something about that,” she murmurs, batting her long eyelashes at me.
I swallow hard. “What do you have in mind?”
She lets go of my neck, holds up one finger before walking to the door, and locks it.
Holy fucking shit. Is this about to happen?
My cock throbs at the thought of fucking her in the green room. Something I’ve never done withanyone. Something I never thought she’d be up for. I glance around the room, trying to quickly familiarize myself with the setup. Two leather couches. God. I hope those are wiped down after each concert.Private bathroom. All the drinks and snacks on my rider. Thirty minutes until I take the stage. We can definitely make this work.
Kate places both hands on my chest, slowly pushing me backward until my thighs hit the couch. She gives me one more push until I’m sitting with my legs spread wide. I immediately regret being in my usual concert attire of tight jeans, only needing to switch out my shirt before I take the stage.
Kate rakes her gaze up and down my body as she seductively licks her lips, intentionally driving me fucking wild. She reaches for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and exposing her sexy-as-hell black lace bra. I bend forward, dying to unhook it and suck on her nipples when she pushes me backward.
“Oh. Is this how it’s going to be? You want to take charge?” I ask, praying the answer is yes.
She nods, unclasping her bra, letting it drop to the floor, and squeezing her breasts together like she fucking knows I love to do. Not breaking eye contact, she sucks a finger from each hand into her mouth, dragging them down the inside of her lower lip, then swirling the saliva-coated fingers over the tip of her nipple. Soft and slow at first, picking up the pace until she pinches them, slightly arching into the sensation.
“Need to touch you,” I beg, adjusting my position as my cock strains against my jeans.
She shakes her head, biting her lower lip. I sit in silence, my breathing erratic as she unbuttons her jean skirt, sliding it down her hips until it hits the floor as her panties immediately follow. My eyes rake over her naked body, taking in every single fucking curve, thinking of the places I want to touch, lick, and suck if she’ll only give me the pleasure.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re killing me. Please let me touch you,” I plead, desperate to run my hands along her inner thigh, squeeze her ass, suck on her tits, and drive my cock deep inside her.
“Since you said the magic word…” She straddles me, her knees on the couch and her breasts directly in my face.
My literal fucking dream. How is this my life?
“Are you going to touch me or what?”
That’s all it takes. I immediately devour her left breast, sucking her nipple until it pops out of my mouth, repeating the same on the other side because I never want one of them to feel left out, while my hands grab her ass, pulling her in closer. I lift my hips slightly, grinding my jean-covered erection against her center, causing a soft moan to escape her lips. “Are you drenched for me? Soaking wet and ready to take me?”
“Uh-huh,” she pants, unbuttoning my jeans and shimmying them down my legs when I lift my hips to help.
I hiss as she brushes the tip of my dick with her hand through my boxers. She has me wound so tight I might explode with a few strokes.
“I want to ride you. Bounce on your cock. Now.”
“Fuck yeah,” I reply, raising my hips as she slides my boxers off until they’re around my ankles. Her thumb smears my precum along my length as she lines herself up, gliding the tip of my cock along her drenched pussy but not letting me inside her yet. Teasing me. Making me fucking desperate for her. “Kate,” I groan, arching my hips, hoping she’ll let me inside her and put me out of my misery.
She grips my cock, leaning forward until her lips brush the corner of my ear. “I’m going to fuck you now, Jake. Hold on,” she whispers, slamming down on me with such force my entire body tingles with pleasure.
“Holy shit. You’re so fucking tight.”
My fingers dig into her skin as she bounces on my cock. Faster and faster. Arching her back, trying to hit the spot that we both know she loves as her perfect tits jiggle in my face.
“Fuck. I’m close,” she moans, grinding her hips against me as she moves up and down my length, her pussy clenching my dick like a vise. “Oh my God, Jake!”
Her body shakes as she rides out the wave of her orgasm. I take over, wanting to milk every last ounce of pleasure from her body, desperately chasing my own release as I thrust deep into her.
With one hand holding onto her hip and the other bracing against her shoulder, I pound into her like my life depends on it. Fucking her deep and rough, using every last bit of energy to wind her up again, make her ready to fall over the edge with me. It doesn’t take long for her to be squeezing me, pulsating against my cock until a tingling sensation builds at the base of my spine. I fucking explode, filling her with my cum as she cries out my name.
Fuck. I love hearing my name on her lips when she comes. It’s the best goddamn sound in the world.
