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When we got back to the hotel last night, I had a mind to invite him up to my room because I didn’t want our day to end. I wanted more touching, more teasing, more talking.
We were still us, but that crackling chemistry was flowing stronger than ever, snapping and sparking with every look and every laugh.
I was ready for that first kiss, but I wanted time to savor it.
So, when his phone began to chime with text messages from the band, and I had work to catch up on, we said a quiet goodnight in the hallway and went our separate ways.
It had never been so hard for me to walk away from anyone or anything.
All those previously suppressed thoughts and curiosities when it came to my sexuality were unleashing at an alarming rate now.
My imagination was running as wild and hot as my pulse.
I lay in my big, empty bed hours later, under the cool cotton sheets, and pictured Brodie on top of me, under me, beside me.
I’d trace every inch of his striking tattoos with my tongue. Then I’d pin his arms to the bed and make him mine, his legs wrapped around my hips, his tongue deep in my mouth.
Brodie was headstrong and defiant, but with me, he was also soft and sweet.
In my fantasies, I was the one in control, and he submitted to me. Only me.
In bed. In the shower.
In front of the window, on the couch, on the tour bus…
I took my throbbing cock in hand and jacked off. I was leaking so much pre-cum, that the sheets were already a mess.
I reached across to the nightstand, desperately seeking my bottle of body lotion. I squirted a good amount in my hand to create a smoother glide.
One slick rub later, I groaned out loud as pleasure consumed me. It was so fucking good.
Not as good as Brodie’s callused fingertips would feel against the sensitive skin of my dick. And my balls.
Oui. Yes. More.
Feet flat on the mattress, I pumped my hips as my strokes got faster, my moans louder.
How would it feel to slide my dick in the heat of Brodie’s ass, between those taut, smooth cheeks? Yeah, I’d seen his bare ass a time or two (more) on tour. It was high and round and fucking perfect. I wanted to pound that ass until he screamed my name.
My previously slumbering sex drive was revved up and ready to fuck.
One, two more tugs, and I was coming in a rush all over my stomach, my hand, the sheets. Pleasure suffused my entire body as I cried out Brodie’s name, fucking my fist frantically.
What a mess, but goddamn, I hadn’t come that hard in, well, a very long time.
Calmer, satiated, I finally drifted off and woke up five hours later. My hand was stuck to the dried cum on my stomach.
I rolled out of bed and hopped in the shower. Where I wanked off again. This time to the image of Brodie on his knees, sucking my dick deep in his throat.
Finally wrung out, I finished washing up and got dressed.
Oddly enough, I was still hyper as hell. I ordered room service and got to work.
Work, remember? That’s why you’re here.
I confirmed the final press details, the after-party schedule, and texted Ace to get his feedback on any other potential tech issues at the venue.
I sent a good morning text to Brodie at ten a.m. since I knew he always went to bed late and slept in.
