11. Chapter 11 #2
“Denver, Aurora, Salt Lake City, Reno, Las Vegas.” After he rattles off the names, he pries his hand away and reaches over to turn off the water. “I think we’re clean.”
ONYX
This gorgeous jackass with his magic fingers and sexy fucking laugh cannot possibly care this much about my tour schedule. And I’d much rather find a better use for my mouth than listing every boring city I’ve been to in the last twelve weeks.
His fingers slip out of my hole, and I bite back a whimper as I push him out of the shower, not bothering to grab any towels.
I can’t get enough of the feeling of his slick skin against mine, the wet heat of his mouth, the honey flavored sound of his sweet, rich laughter as I snake my tongue around his and walk him backward into the bedroom.
The music in my ears is the same dizzying, bass-heavy beat I’ve been trying to write lyrics to for three months, as we stumble towards the bed with our hands all over each other and our hard cocks rubbing like we’re trying to start a fire with them.
“Let me eat your hole,” he murmurs.
“Only if I can suck your cock,” I barter between tongue-heavy kisses.
“You drive a hard bargain.” Hero chuckles against my lips before we tumble into bed in a wet, naked heap, soaking the comforter immediately as we roll together, lost in a hungry kiss and mesmerized by all the ways our bodies find to wrap around each other.
I end up on my stomach with my face buried in a pillow and my ass in the air.
“Fuck, I’ve been dreaming of this,” he purrs, parting my ass cheeks and blowing a hot breath over my achingly empty hole.
“I thought you said you didn’t think about me.”
“I said I tried not to,” he says, his soft beard tickling the sensitive skin on the inner edges of my ass cheeks before he licks a wet stripe from my balls to my hole.
My toes curl and my cock jerks and dribbles. I cant my hips and whimper. Hero swirls his tongue around my rim, then wiggles it inside me, sending electric sparks straight through my cock. He groans hungrily, and the sound vibrates against my hole and my inner muscles as he licks me deeper.
I grind against his face, riding him shamelessly as he feasts on my ass.
I can’t remember the last time I let someone eat me out like this.
Most of my hookups have been quick and dirty fucks, all business, just two guys getting off.
But there’s something about Hero that makes me feel wild and uninhibited.
I don’t just want to get off and get him out of here, I want to spend the next two days with our hands all over each other, licking sweat off each other’s skin.
Hero doesn’t seem to be in much of a hurry either, feasting on my ass like it’s his last meal and he intends to savor every last bite.
He nibbles my rim and laps at my pucker, fucking his tongue in and out.
Every hot, wet drag of his tongue makes my legs tremble and my balls clench.
I grind myself desperately between his face and the damp sheets.
The pressure builds around the base of my cock and in the pit of my gut. Hero’s spit slicks my crease and runs down to drip off my balls.
“Stop,” I gasp, reaching back to grab a fistful of his hair. “I’m too close. Fuck, I need you inside me.”
Hero moans and eases his tongue out of my hole. The feeling of his fingers digging into my hips is a symphony, and then he flips me onto my back in a fluid motion that makes me dizzy.
“Condoms are on the nightstand.” I gesture lazily. I may have been daydreaming about this moment and making sure everything was in place and ready to go before I left for the concert venue earlier. “But first.” I crook my finger to beacon him closer. “A deal’s a deal.”
I palm my throbbing cock as Hero crawls up the bed to straddle my shoulders.
His dick might not be quite as big as mine, but it’s fucking perfect if you ask me.
There’s a pearl of precum clinging to his slit that I catch with my tongue as soon as he’s close enough.
He moans again and jerks his hips, bumping the spongy head of his cock against my lips.
“Just a taste, baby. Unless you want me to lose it before I get inside you,” he warns.
I hum in understanding, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock and lapping at his crown. The heat of his head on my tongue makes my own cock twitch eagerly, drooling my precum onto my belly as my hole flutters to be filled and fucked.
Maybe round two can end with his cum on my lips and mine ruining the bed sheets as my hole clenches and pulses around his tongue, but this time, I want him inside me.
I give him a few licks, then kiss his tip and point towards the unopened box of condoms again.
“Grab those, sweetness, and fuck me until I can’t remember my own name.”
His head lolls back and he groans.
Hero crawls off of me and grabs the box, fumbling with it for a minute before he manages to tear it open and pluck a condom from the strip.
An impatient, frantic drumbeat plays in my ears, matching the galloping of my heart as he suits up and pours on some extra lube for good measure.
He drags me to the edge of the bed and stands between my legs.
“Can I ask you something?” I drag my hands over his tattooed chest, tracing the colorful shapes with my fingertips.
“Yeah, baby. Anything.” He fists the base of his cock and teases his head against my soft, needy hole.
“I bought a portable tattoo machine and brought it with me. Will you give me another tattoo later?”
He groans like that’s the sexiest thing I could have asked him right now.
“I’ll fuck you until neither of us can get it up again, and then I’ll spend the rest of the weekend giving you as many tattoos as you want,” he promises, easing his hips forward an inch to put pressure on the outer ring of muscles.
I nod eagerly and arch my back like the greedy cock slut I am. Fill me, fuck me, take me apart, and then mark my skin so I’ll never forget this weekend. That’s what I want to say, but instead I just whimper his name as his cockhead pushes its way inside me.
“Yessss,” I hiss, biting down on my lip and relaxing into the intoxicating sting of his cock sliding home.
Hero moans and falls forward to brace his hands on the bed.
Our mouths find each other again in a desperate kiss.
He angles my hips so he hits my prostate with every deep thrust, punching the air from my lungs over and over.
I nip at his lips and suck on his tongue, gasping his name over the deafening concert created by every claiming touch and bruising grasp.
More. More. More.
He fucks me deeper, harder, wilder. Our grunts and groans vibrate against each other’s lips, and the slapping of our skin fills the room. The harshness of our panting breaths adds to the guttural harmony of the music in my ears.
“Fuck, Onyx, I need you,” Hero groans. “Tell me this isn’t the last time.”
“It’s not,” I whimper, nuzzling my face into his soft beard before nipping at the straining tendon of his neck, hoping to leave a bruise for him to remember tonight by. “It’s not the last time.”
He moans louder and fucks me harder, deeper, like he’s desperately trying to prove something, but I’m not sure either of us know what.
He hits that perfect spot inside me over and over, pushing me higher and higher with every thrust. My cock drags against his belly, smearing him with precum and stroking me perfectly as he scratches that deeper itch.
The music in my head starts to reach a crescendo, and I clench around him, crying out his name like it’s the only lyrics this song needs.
My balls tighten and the heat in the pit of my stomach explodes, coursing through me in a wave of blinding pleasure.
I wail Hero’s name one more time, and then my cock starts to pulse against his belly, spilling hot ropes of cum between us.
He slams his mouth into mine, swallowing my gasps and moans, his thrusts stuttering, then faltering as he follows me over the edge.
His cock pulses inside me, matching the rhythm of my orgasm with his own, pushing both of us higher and higher as we writhe together in an endless feedback loop of pleasure until we collapse in a breathless heap.
*****
My hole is tender and my balls are sore from coming too hard too many times. I feel boneless and I can’t stop smiling. The buzz of the tattoo machine and the gentle sting of the needle dragging across my skin barely registers through my happy haze.
“You look well fucked,” Hero murmurs, and I crack an eye open to see him grinning proudly. His lips are swollen from hours spent kissing, and he has the worst case of sex hair I’ve ever seen.
“Accurate,” I say with a laugh.
I open my other eye and watch him with interest. There’s a furrow of concentration between his eyebrows and a glimmer in his chocolate brown eyes.
I’ve always loved the passion in an artist’s eyes when they’re deep in their craft, and that’s exactly what this is.
My body is his canvas, and, for a little while, I get to be his art.
“Can I ask for something ridiculous that I have absolutely no right to ask?” Hero says, not taking his eyes off his work as he carefully inks music notes across my right pec.
I chuckle. “I’m intrigued. Go ahead.”
“Don’t let anyone else tattoo you?”
My heart stutters and my spent cock twitches. I arch an eyebrow at him, and he catches my eye for half a second, a blush creeping into his cheeks.
“Like I said, I know I have no right to ask. I just… I guess I like the idea of being the only one who gets to do this to you.” He chews absently on his bottom lip for a second, making careful strokes with the needle.
“You’re a rockstar—I know you’re going to fuck groupies in every city you visit, and I get it.
I don’t even know if you want to see me again after this weekend, but I thought it would be kind of cool to have something that’s just between us. ”
My throat tightens and a warm feeling spreads through my gut. I nod and a slow smile spreads across my lips. It’s laughable that he thinks I could give a single fuck about having sex with anyone else.
“Just you,” I promise.