“That’s right, baby, say my name. I’ve got what you need.”
I jerked back as something long and fleshy pushed through a hole in the divider I hadn’t noticed.
Calix’s penis. I hated to admit, it was a really pretty cock, long and thick with a juicy vein running along the underside up to a velvety smooth plum shaped head. It didn’t have any of the jewelry that decorated Tobias’s length, but the size and girth seemed similar.
A small bead of precum welled on his tip, and without thinking, I reached up and ran my thumb through it. A deep groan echoed through the room, and I snatched my hand back, wondering what the fuck I was doing.
“Give me your mouth.” His voice had the same hypnotic quality as when he belted out songs in front of packed audiences but still felt more intimate than a random hookup should.
The thought of him sharing this with that influencer bitch I’d sent packing caused a bolt of red-hot fire to shoot through me. I refused to identify the emotion that came with it, but guilt was close on its heels. I shouldn’t be doing this. The right thing to do was to tell Calix what had happened with the girl. To insist we leave the bathroom and go back out with the others… Where he would find someone else to bring back here.
I released a heavy breath and watched his leaking dick kick hard at the sensation.
Or I could get him off and leave, knowing at least one of my band members wouldn’t be causing me more trouble for the night.
The reasoning was flimsy at best, but that fact did nothing to stop me leaning forward and running my tongue over his tip.
“Fuuuuck yes. Good girl.”
The praise warmed me. Calix Quinn, the cold, unobtainable man, whispered words of worship as I took him deep into my throat and began to work his length in earnest. He tasted like sin and secrets, and I couldn’t help the hum of pleasure as more precum seeped across my tongue. My panties were soaked. The dirty tryst turned me on almost as much as Calix’s vulnerability, and I slipped a hand into my jeans to find some relief.
“Are you touching yourself?” he asked as I gasped around his length.
I hummed an affirmative sound and felt satisfaction bubble up in me at his tortured groan.
“I want you to come before me, baby, but you have to do it quick. You have me right on the edge.”
Circling my clit in quick strokes, I used the other hand to jack him off as I bobbed over his length, saliva making my hand slide easier. Heat pooled low in my belly, and I shoved two fingers into my pussy, gathering my own moisture and furiously rubbing at my clit until I broke apart with a choked scream.
“Are you ready for me, baby?”
I’d barely caught my breath before I wrapped my lips back around him and sucked hard, squeezing his base in my fist.
The bitter saltiness of his release barely registered as I swallowed fast. My heart beat double-time, and as soon as his erection stopped kicking, I threw myself out of the cubicle and raced for the exit. His taste lingered on my tongue as I burst out into the warm night air, but all I could think of was the sound of my name on his lips as he came.
Chapter
Thirteen
Tatum
My face flamedas I watched Calix strut around onstage, sexing it up for the Austin crowd. As he playfully gyrated his hips Elvis Presley style and seduced people with his voice, images of the night before flashed through my head. His moans, his taste, the way he said my name. My eyes were fixed on the front of his pants again, and I snapped them up in time to see Otis send me a questioning look from across the stage. He could see me clearly where I stood in the wings, but I gestured him toward the crowd, reminding him where his focus should be as his fingers didn’t miss a beat on the strings of his bass.
Get your head in the game, King. No one can know what went down last night.
Even though it was me.
I went down.
On Calix.
Fuck!
Shaking my head, I shifted my attention to Tobias, whose shirtless body glistened with sweat under the stage lights. He was more sparkly than a tatted-up Edward Cullen… If Edward ever decided to become a coked-out drummer. He had already left his kit twice in between songs for a hit. As if on cue, a stagehand ran a stool out to center stage for Calix to play one of their acoustic numbers, and Tobias made a beeline toward where I stood in the wings.
“Do you really think you need any more?” I hissed at him as he passed me and headed for a speaker where Lainey had set up a mirror and baggie of powder.
He went through the motions of pouring out the powder and carding it into rows as I circled the speaker to get in front of him. The opening strains of “Starting at Our Close” drifted hauntingly from the stage as I seriously considered destroying those neatly formed lines.
