Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
OLLIE
The next two tour stops passed in a blur. With three shows in Berlin and two in Amsterdam, the band barely had time to breathe in between. Not only that, but they were so busy doing press before the concerts that I didn’t have much opportunity to speak to them.
Well, all of them except Luca. I had the chance to talk to him every night when he met me in his room after the show. But not much time was spent talking during those short hours between nightfall and dawn. Just a desperate introduction to all the ways Luca could give and receive pleasure.
Each night brought a new discovery that, added together, revealed one overwhelming truth about myself.
I wasn’t disinterested in sex, so long as said sex involved Luca.
During the day, we kept our distance as much as possible.
I didn’t go to sound checks anymore, choosing instead to sit backstage and work while Luca and the others prepared.
I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination, but I could’ve sworn Kevin was cagily watching Luca and me whenever we were in the same space.
The last thing I wanted was for Kevin to discover the truth and feed it back to my boss.
There was something about Kevin I couldn’t put my finger on. He didn’t seem to pay attention to how the band was doing, only speaking to them when he needed to bark orders or reprimands. It left me confused. Wasn’t he supposed to work for them, not the other way around?
With Luca filling my nights, I needed whatever time I could grab backstage to write.
We were now going into the third week of the tour, having arrived in Copenhagen the previous afternoon.
Yet another beautiful city I wanted to come back and visit.
Becky had raved about my first two articles, which was a huge relief.
Having not covered anything like this before, I wasn’t sure how good I’d be at it.
Fortunately, my imposter syndrome was forced to sit quietly in the corner.
Becky had sent me a screenshot of the website showing me just how successful the first article had been.
Who knew if that was down to my writing or the popularity of Caffeine Daydreams. Whatever it was, it was enough to have Becky and the higher-ups raving, which had me relaxing a little.
I’d also heard from Riley a few times, which had been…nice. Just general chit-chat messages, checking in. We’d grown close, but it shocked me to realise I actually missed hanging out with him.
While I steered clear of sound check, the actual shows were a different story. No excuse would’ve been good enough for me to miss it, given what my role was.
And I didn’t want to miss it.
With the screaming crowds and dim lighting, I was free to ogle Luca on stage as much as I liked.
Now that he knew why I found his performances so hot, he played up to it even more.
I didn’t even bother attempting to go to my allotted seat anymore.
Luca and Jack made it clear that I was to watch from the pit…
and who was I to complain, given it gave me the best possible view of Luca living his best life.
The fucker didn’t make it easy, however.
He flirted with me constantly, his gaze finding mine from whatever side of the stage he happened to be on.
And when “Tease” came on? He did exactly what he’d done the first night.
Dropped to his knees before me and drove me fucking wild.
He’d done it so often that the crowd had begun to expect it. The opening chords would ring out over the stadium, and the fans would roar, chanting one word like a desperate prayer.
Kneel. Kneel. Kneel.
And so he would. Every fan in the vicinity behind me believed he was doing it for them. But it wasn’t them he was looking at as he sucked his finger into his mouth and ran it down his bare chest.
It was all for me.
Tonight was extra tough. Having discovered how much I enjoyed his bare chest, Luca had decided to forgo his shirt entirely. He’d even poured some water over himself, the liquid cascading down his pecs before rippling over his abs in a way that made me desperate to get back to the hotel room.
When he bent over in front of me, his tight trousers pulling around his delectable rear, I actually whimpered. I thought the noise from the stadium would cover it, but the marginally amused look Jack shot me suggested it hadn’t.
I checked the time on my phone for the tenth time in as many minutes. Was time actually going slower?
There was another reason it was dragging on…and it was currently pressed against my prostate. Luca and I had fucked around in practically every conceivable way.
Except one.
Turned out I was a big fan of anal play.
I didn’t know how I’d made it to twenty-seven without discovering this whole new realm of pleasure, but fuck was I grateful Luca had introduced me to it.
He could find my prostate with unerring accuracy.
Pretty much every night, I came with either his fingers or tongue buried inside me.
I was desperate for him to fuck me. He’d been working me open gradually over the last week, insisting we didn’t rush. Given his size, I didn’t push the issue too much.
But now I was ready. I’d snuck out to the red-light district during our stop in Amsterdam. It had taken no time at all to hunt out a sex shop. Once I’d overcome my intense embarrassment, the lovely lady who worked there helped me select this plug and everything I needed to…prep.
Using work as an excuse, I’d returned to the hotel during the sound check. After reading a few articles, I’d prepped before taking the most thorough shower ever.
My cock had been rock hard before I’d even opened the lube to coat the plug. Just the thought of what I was about to do had me throbbing.
And knowing Luca would later pull it out to replace it with his shaft?
That had me grabbing my dick and giving it a few solid tugs.
I’d stopped before I came. I’d wanted to save it for later. It’d make the waiting all the more delicious.
That was what I’d thought then. Several hours later, watching Luca power through the final song, I wished I’d just jerked one out in the hotel. There was so little blood in my head that there was a strong possibility I might faint.
Imagine how that conversation with Jack would go.
“You okay, Ollie? Do you need a doctor?”
“Nah, it’s fine. I’ve just got a boner so epic it’s actually trying to kill me.”
Seeing as I’d literally rather die than have to admit that, I tried to think unsexy thoughts.
Toenail clippings.
Clogged plugholes.
Dead Mum.
That last one worked best. Sorry, Mum. I thought about her as Luca finished the concert, wondering what she would’ve thought about the life I was living now. Knowing her, she would’ve been thrilled I was seeing the world. The sole thing she’d wanted for me was to not feel trapped.
Like she’d always felt.
There was no fear of that happening.
Once the show was done, slipping away from the hubbub backstage and into a waiting car was easy. Jack had continued to make good on his promise to get me a room key, meaning I didn’t have to resort to my…unusual life skills.
By the time Luca managed to extricate himself from the palaver that seemed to follow every show, I was ready.
Given the band's exhaustion after a performance, it struck me as odd that they were expected to hang around for so long afterwards. It wasn’t just the fan meet-and-greet either.
Kevin always seemed to have some jumped-up VIP he expected them to hobnob with.
The more time I spent with Kevin, the more my guard went up around him.
Some days, he barely seemed to register the band was there unless he needed something from one of them.
Luca didn’t seem to have any issues with the guy…
but still. My instincts hadn’t failed me yet, and there was something about Kevin that made me wary.
The beeping sound of the door unlocking yanked me from my thoughts.
Spreading my legs a little wider, I popped my hands behind my head and lay back.
The hours in the gym had paid off. My muscles were more defined than ever.
Though that wasn’t why I’d gone. There was only so much Air Crash Investigation and Modern Family I could watch during my free time.
Sure, I’d hung out with Riley, but there was no denying that losing Callum and Suzie had left a gaping void in my life.
The gym had filled it.
Luca froze as his gaze fell on me. His hand was outstretched, like he’d been about to throw his key on the table but had gotten distracted.
I bit my lip, trying to contain my smirk. Reducing Luca to stunned silence was an achievement.
Talk about an ego boost.
“Hello,” I drawled, letting my knees fall even wider. “As you can see, I started without you.”
His dark gaze dropped, his pupils dilating when he saw what rested between my cheeks. “You sure?”
I didn’t answer him with my words. Instead, I reached a hand between my cheeks and slowly extracted the plug. The aching sense of emptiness it left behind was odd. I was seconds away from losing my cool and begging Luca to fill it.
Luca gave a shuddering exhale. He began to strip quickly. “Stay there. I’ll be as quick as I can.”
I teased a finger around my opening before slipping it inside, making Luca whimper. “Hurry.”
Toying with myself carefully, I hovered between the line of arousal and desperation.
I wanted Luca to be the one to push me over.
After the quickest shower known to man, Luca stalked out of the bathroom. After quickly rubbing a towel over his hair, he chucked it to one side before sliding his body over mine.
“You’re still wet.” I laughed. The sound rapidly morphed into a groan as Luca’s hand wrapped around our cocks and gave a leisurely squeeze.
“Don’t care,” Luca growled, kissing his way up my neck. “You can’t expect me to waste time when you’re literally spread out here, waiting for my cock to fill you.”