Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
The rest of the show seemed to pass in a blink. Zane was still high off the success of the new song, but I knew from experience that he would crash and crash hard. After the encores and his final good-nights, he came jogging off the stage, sweaty, smiley, and goddamned sexy as fuck.
I shuttled him through the backstage crew shouting kudos and down the corridors to his dressing room, where I stopped everyone else but the two of us.
As soon as I got him inside and closed the door, he was on me. “Fuck me, please,” he said, grabbing at my clothes, my face, my hair. “All I could think about when I saw you in the wings was that I get to feel your cock inside me tonight. No one else gets that, just me. I get to know what it’s like to—hngh!”
I turned him and pushed him face-first against the door, moving his hands up the smooth surface and growling at him to keep them there while arching my hardening dick against his ass and nipping at his earlobe. “Do not make a sound.”
It was reckless and wrong, unprofessional and debauched, but I couldn’t help it. Hearing that he was thinking of me, of sex with me, while he was performing in front of a crowd of tens of thousands of people was heady as fuck.
I fumbled for the front of his pants and shoved them down before wetting my fingers and reaching under the edge of his shirt to find his hole. He gasped and pressed back onto my hand. “Fuck, Bear. Fuck me. Want you to fuck me right here.”
I was too far gone to let rational thought stop me. After opening my pants and pulling out my cock, I spit into my hand. “Don’t have lube.”
He spun around and dropped down in a squat before slathering my cock with his saliva and sucking it as far into his throat as possible. He gagged as he came off. Then, he grinned at me. “Okay?”
I spun him back toward the door and bent my knees before shoving the head of my wet cock against his entrance. It wasn’t pretty, and it sure as hell wasn’t slick, but it worked. Both of us were too riled up to care. I reached for his cock and jacked it as I used his hole to get off.
Our panting breaths mixed together under the sound of workers slamming doors down the corridor and people shouting instructions. The arena vibrated with the sound of tens of thousands of people all exiting at once. Thankfully, it was enough racket to drown out the sound of the two of us coming our brains out in the dressing room.
As soon as it was over, Zane said something about a shower.
“Showering at the hotel, remember?” I said, zipping my pants back up.
Zane looked up at me comically from where he was standing with my jizz dripping down his inner thighs. “What?”
I grabbed some tissues from the dressing table and handed them to him with a grin. “Do the best you can, honey. It’s part of the security protocol. In and out of the venue as quickly as possible.”
He narrowed his eyes at me while swiping ineffectually and then tugging his pants and underwear back up. “Just for that, my personal security detail is going to be personally responsible for cleaning this mess up when we get to the hotel.”
I grasped the back of his head and leaned in to kiss him hard before whispering in his ear. “What the principal wants, the principal gets.”
His little shiver was the cherry on top of a very unexpected sundae. After straightening up our clothes and grabbing Zane’s few personal items from the dressing room, we headed out.
The crowds outside the arena were unbelievable. Zane stared through the limo window as we made our way through streets packed with fans singing and celebrating. The energy of the crowd was magnetic, and I knew it gave Zane a thrill to see it up close like this after a show.
We drove through the city in silence until pulling around the back of the hotel and meeting the security team waiting for us. Once we made it up to Zane’s suite, I excused everyone to their rooms or duty stations and closed us up for the night with the security wedge.
Then, I shot Zane a predatory look, which sent him racing off to the bathroom with a squeal and a laugh.
I caught up to him and grabbed him around the waist, pulling him in for another kiss. “That song was amazing, Z,” I finally said when I caught my breath. “So beautiful. Are you going to let Gran and Rinny hear it?”
He shrugged. “I mean, they won’t be able to avoid it, but I’m not going to make a point of sending it to them or saying anything about it. Gran already knows how grateful I am she took me in, and they both know how bad it was before that. I hope if and when they hear it, they’ll realize it’s…” He shrugged as he yanked off his T-shirt. “It’s part of the healing process. I’m proud of it. And I loved that the crowd loved it, too.”