The Broken Muse #2
I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I need to put mine up as well. I’ve lost one guitar too many.
” Together we walked down the hall and turned the corner, finding the double doors that led to the storage room we used for our instruments.
Motley pulled out the key and unlocked it as we stepped inside.
The fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered to life.
We both made our way to the back of the storage room, to a dark corner tucked behind the countless large, towering storage shelves as if they were a maze.
I placed the rose on the shelf before carefully securing my guitar in its case.
Motley did the same with Carmen’s, our backs to one another.
My fingers snapped the locks shut before speaking.
“Tonight’s show was a real—”My body was forcefully spun around, my spine slamming into the metal shelf as his hot lips slammed into mine.
His brazenness nearly took my breath away as I stood there, staring back at him, our mouths locked.
Motley almost appeared to be glowing under the lights, like a bronzed Grecian god sent to torment me here on earth.
His entire body was ripped and rock hard, pressing firmly against mine in all the right places.
And despite playing on stage for the last couple hours and being drenched in sweat, he smelled divine.
Fuck me.
His mouth moved from mine, grazing my neck.
“I don’t like it when you bring her onstage,” he whispered against my skin.
“It makes me... burn .” He growled the word, and my skin prickled.
Motley’s hand gripped my face while his tongue glided across my cheek.
He nestled his face close to mine, his heavy breath mirroring my own.
His free hand grabbed the front of my studded belt and yanked my body closer to his.
My dick ached as I fought my urges, gripping the edge of the shelf with all my strength.
Oh fuck. Control yourself, Kash. Anyone could walk in and see you.
Motley’s breath danced against my ear, and I shivered.
“Go ahead and pretend you don’t like this.
” He pressed his blatantly hardened dick against my thigh.
I couldn’t help but to gasp as my own grew with excitement.
I could feel Motley’s lips curl into a smile as he whispered into my ear, “That’s right.
Gasp for me, little songbird. Sing me your praise.
” He kissed my neck, his hand reaching beneath my jeans as he began to stroke my shaft.
And just like that, he fucking broke me.
I ripped his hand from my jeans and spun us, slamming his body back against the metal shelf.
His ocean blue eyes stared back into mine.
My tattooed hand squeezed his neck tight as I grappled with my identity, wanting to do nothing but lose myself in his beauty.
But I couldn’t. Not here. Motley simply looked back at me, fully comfortable with my temper.
He even fucking grinned—the seductive little tease.
I ached for him and wanted him so badly.
Bad enough, I was sweating from the trembling struggle of my self control.
Focus, Kash.
I swallowed hard. “We can’t—not here.” My eyes peeked over the shelves, eyeing the closed double doors. We really should’ve locked them. Damn it.
Motley’s grin grew. “Since when has that stopped us before?” His eyebrow flicked. “Admit it, songbird. The thrill of getting caught only adds to the excitement of it all.”
My jaw tightened. “Stop fucking teasing me!” I growled, squeezing his thick neck. He merely lifted his chin and exhaled a taunting breath of air.
Motley licked his lips. “Never.” I shook with desire.
Fuck.
I released his neck and stepped back. Motley eyed me closely.
“Fine,” I growled. My fingers quickly unlatched my belt, whipping it fiercely from my jeans.
“If you want to be such a goddamn tease—” I looped it over his head and around his neck, sliding the end through the metal loop.
He smiled as I yanked the end, the belt constricting around his neck like a leash.
I then pulled him closer and our faces nearly touched.
“Why don’t you get on your fucking knees and make me sing. ”
Motley’s eyes glistened with eager excitement. He leaned forward and kissed me. I completely let go, kissing him back. Our tongues tangled together and heavy moans filled our mouths. He tasted so fucking good, like a piece of forbidden fruit made just to torture me.
Motley’s hand slithered up along the nape of my neck, twisting through my long black hair.
He pulled delicately, dipping my head back and our mouths parted.
His orange-stained hair brushed along my hot face.
I simply stared up at him, my mouth gaping wide, drenched in his saliva, and begging to be consumed.
“You owe me for this.” The whispered statement made me whimper.
Motley stroked my lower lip with his thumb.
“But you know I’d do anything for you, songbird. ”
My dick flinched in excitement at his words.
“And I would do anything for you,” I whispered, tucking his hair behind his ear.
We kissed once more, and I knew I couldn’t wait another moment.
My hand tugged the belt down, and he knew exactly what it meant.
Motley peeled from my mouth, kissing my chin and neck as he fell to his knees.
My eyes fell to him bowed before me. God, he was a vision.
Motley unzipped my jeans, pulling them down to reveal my swollen dick, dripping just for him. He beamed with pride, retrieving his own from his jeans. It was massive and beautiful; the tip glistening as he too had been wet for me.
Fuck.
I tugged the end of the belt, pulling him closer, as my free hand gripped the underside of his chin.
His blue eyes gazed up at me as I watched his mouth open and extend wide, his tongue gently reaching out.
It flicked the very end of my tip, and I jolted.
“Fuck.” I trembled and moaned as he simply tasted my excitement, licking me again.
I trembled with enjoyment. “You’ve teased me enough.
” My fingers gripped his chin tighter, pulling his beautiful face closer.
“Now, open wide and take me like a good boy.” Motley spat on the tip of my dick and followed my lead, doing exactly as I asked.
My dick slid perfectly past his wet lips and into his tight mouth, and my knees nearly buckled at his wet warmth surrounding my shaft.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned loudly. My breathing and heartbeat mirrored one another, racing with excitement and adrenaline.
My hand tightened its grip on the belt as the other buried itself in Motley’s long, curly hair as he stroked himself.
He bobbed along my shaft, moaning against me.
I completely lost myself, thrusted deeper into his mouth, and slammed the tip of my dick against the back of his throat as Motley fondled my balls and moaned against me.
I could tell he was getting close to coming, much like myself, but I wanted to hear him as we came together.
“Wait—stop—” Motley reluctantly released my dick with a hard pop.
“Come with me,” I breathed. “Let’s make our own music, baby.
” Motley nodded, stroking himself harder.
I released his curls and vigorously stroked myself while he licked and sucked my tip.
It was unbearable how good he felt, and I wanted to come all over his beautiful face.
My moans grew in both frequency and sound. My body tightened and swelled, the euphoric wave boiling beneath my skin. “Oh fuck, Motley. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come!” And just then, the storage doors opened, and my orgasm froze. “Fuck!”
A few backstage crew members stopped in the doorway.
They were carrying Motley’s drum set. “Oh fuck! Sorry, Kash!” One of the men made a face.
I knew he couldn’t see Motley, but with how the shelves were, if they walked any further, they would see everything.
“We were just—ah fuck, sorry, man! We had no idea you and Twila were back here!”
Motley didn’t stop, but instead teased me with his mouth, wrapping it around my tip as his tongue glided along my shaft.
I tried to hold back my moans, my orgasm quickly returning and building back up.
“No—” I gripped the shelf and sweat rolled down my face.
“Just leave it! I’ll take care of it! Fuck—” Motley gobbled my dick, knowing we could get caught.
It took every ounce of my strength to fight my orgasm.
The crew members quickly hustled and left the room one by one, the main guy stopping as he stood in the partially opened door. “Sorry again?—”
“Just get the fuck out!” I shouted, my face on fire. The man quickly bolted and slammed the door behind him. “Ah, fuck!” I looked down, and Motley tugged my balls, releasing my dick. I whimpered at his control over me.
He kissed and sucked my tip some more, watching me squirm as my orgasm nearly ruptured right then and there.
He quickened his motions, and I began shooting ropes of my cum all over his sculpted face.
My hand stroked my shaft, forcing every drop from it.
We both moaned together, eyes locked in the hazy moment.
“Sing for me, songbird.” He gripped my backside and pulled me closer, returning his mouth to my dick. I cried out, a second weak orgasm bursting within. My heart nearly gave out as he swallowed every drop of me, his saliva mixing with my own excitement.
“Motley,” I whimpered. He dropped me from his mouth, cum and saliva stringing from us, and I fell to my knees.
He licked his lips, savoring the taste of my cum.
My hand grazed his shaft, listening as he whined at my touch.
It traveled further, gliding beneath his muscle shirt to feel his sculpted chest. “I want to see you,” I growled, ripping his muscle shirt down the middle.
My fingers traced every inch of his flesh, memorizing the details as I always did.
“Why is something so fucking good considered so wrong?” I quietly asked, cupping his face.
Fuck, why do I always ruin our moments together with my pain?
Motley placed his hand over my own. “There’s nothing wrong with this.” He gripped the collar of my shirt and yanked me close. “Fuck anyone who says otherwise.”
My pain dissolved at his soothing voice.
“Forget it. Besides, I owe you, don’t I?
” I grinned, taking the rose from earlier and running it along his chest. Motley pretended my original statement didn’t hurt him, but I knew deep down it did.
And I felt bad. So bad that I wanted—no, needed —to make him feel good.
Just as he made me feel. “Let me take care of my good boy.” I kissed him roughly but then ripped my mouth away to push his body back and lowered my head to worship my Grecian god the way he deserved.