Chapter 6 #2
My cock throbs at the thought of fucking her in the green room.
Something I’ve never done with anyone. Something I never thought she’d be up for.
I glance around the room, trying to quickly familiarize myself with the setup.
Two leather couches. God. I hope those are wiped down after each concert.
Private bathroom. All the drinks and snacks on my rider.
Thirty minutes until I take the stage. We can definitely make this work.
Kate places both hands on my chest, slowly pushing me backward until my thighs hit the couch. She gives me one more push until I’m sitting with my legs spread wide. I immediately regret being in my usual concert attire of tight jeans, only needing to switch out my shirt before I take the stage.
Kate rakes her gaze up and down my body as she seductively licks her lips, intentionally driving me fucking wild.
She reaches for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and exposing her sexy-as-hell black lace bra.
I bend forward, dying to unhook it and suck on her nipples when she pushes me backward.
“Oh. Is this how it’s going to be? You want to take charge?” I ask, praying the answer is yes.
She nods, unclasping her bra, letting it drop to the floor, and squeezing her breasts together like she fucking knows I love to do.
Not breaking eye contact, she sucks a finger from each hand into her mouth, dragging them down the inside of her lower lip, then swirling the saliva-coated fingers over the tip of her nipple.
Soft and slow at first, picking up the pace until she pinches them, slightly arching into the sensation.
“Need to touch you,” I beg, adjusting my position as my cock strains against my jeans.
She shakes her head, biting her lower lip.
I sit in silence, my breathing erratic as she unbuttons her jean skirt, sliding it down her hips until it hits the floor as her panties immediately follow.
My eyes rake over her naked body, taking in every single fucking curve, thinking of the places I want to touch, lick, and suck if she’ll only give me the pleasure.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re killing me. Please let me touch you,” I plead, desperate to run my hands along her inner thigh, squeeze her ass, suck on her tits, and drive my cock deep inside her.
“Since you said the magic word…” She straddles me, her knees on the couch and her breasts directly in my face.
My literal fucking dream. How is this my life?
“Are you going to touch me or what?”
That’s all it takes. I immediately devour her left breast, sucking her nipple until it pops out of my mouth, repeating the same on the other side because I never want one of them to feel left out, while my hands grab her ass, pulling her in closer.
I lift my hips slightly, grinding my jean-covered erection against her center, causing a soft moan to escape her lips.
“Are you drenched for me? Soaking wet and ready to take me?”
“Uh-huh,” she pants, unbuttoning my jeans and shimmying them down my legs when I lift my hips to help.
I hiss as she brushes the tip of my dick with her hand through my boxers. She has me wound so tight I might explode with a few strokes.
“I want to ride you. Bounce on your cock. Now.”
“Fuck yeah,” I reply, raising my hips as she slides my boxers off until they’re around my ankles.
Her thumb smears my precum along my length as she lines herself up, gliding the tip of my cock along her drenched pussy but not letting me inside her yet.
Teasing me. Making me fucking desperate for her.
“Kate,” I groan, arching my hips, hoping she’ll let me inside her and put me out of my misery.
She grips my cock, leaning forward until her lips brush the corner of my ear. “I’m going to fuck you now, Jake. Hold on,” she whispers, slamming down on me with such force my entire body tingles with pleasure.
“Holy shit. You’re so fucking tight.”
My fingers dig into her skin as she bounces on my cock. Faster and faster. Arching her back, trying to hit the spot that we both know she loves as her perfect tits jiggle in my face.
“Fuck. I’m close,” she moans, grinding her hips against me as she moves up and down my length, her pussy clenching my dick like a vise. “Oh my God, Jake!”
Her body shakes as she rides out the wave of her orgasm. I take over, wanting to milk every last ounce of pleasure from her body, desperately chasing my own release as I thrust deep into her.
With one hand holding onto her hip and the other bracing against her shoulder, I pound into her like my life depends on it.
Fucking her deep and rough, using every last bit of energy to wind her up again, make her ready to fall over the edge with me.
It doesn’t take long for her to be squeezing me, pulsating against my cock until a tingling sensation builds at the base of my spine.
I fucking explode, filling her with my cum as she cries out my name.
Fuck. I love hearing my name on her lips when she comes. It’s the best goddamn sound in the world.
Kate collapses against my sweat-soaked chest, straddling me as our labored breathing and heartbeats synchronize, both of us unable to muster the strength to remove my cock from her.
She shivers as I run my fingers up and down her spine, every sensation heightened.
I bet I could make her come again. It wouldn’t take much…
A few strokes on her clit and I’d have her screaming my name.
A wicked grin grows across my face as I lean back slightly, moving my fingers in the direction of where we’re still joined.
She gasps. “What are you doing?”
A quick flick of my thumb over her clit makes her practically jump off me.
“Seeing if I can give my girl three in a row.”
Her eyes widen as I slowly circle her clit with the pad of my thumb. One circle. Two. Three. My dick begins to harden again, ready to go another round if I keep this up. Four. Five.
Several loud bangs on the door startle us, making me eternally grateful she locked it.
“Five minutes,” Max calls out, banging twice more for good measure.
“Okay,” I yell, dropping my forehead to Kate’s and letting out a sigh. “Duty calls. I should probably get dressed.”
“Yeah,” she whispers before climbing off me and searching for her clothes, strewn all over the floor.
I throw my jeans and boots back on and grab one of the shirts from the rack.
My stylist picks out countless options before the tour starts, and Max ensures I have multiple shirts to choose from every night.
We learned early on that selecting one shirt for each show was a colossal mistake.
Between the ridiculous number of drinks spilled backstage and the oppressive summer heat, it’s not uncommon for me to change shirts at some point.
There’s nothing worse than wearing a damp shirt on stage.
“Ready?” I ask, reaching for Kate’s hand as she checks her appearance in the full-length mirror and tightens her ponytail. “You look gorgeous.”
She smiles, taking my hand and softly kissing my lips. “Thanks, babe.”
We exit the green room, making the short walk to the side of the stage, where one of the sound technicians quickly gets me mic’d up.
I stretch my neck a few times, trying to get the stiffness out before I spend the next ninety minutes running around.
The crowd is already boisterous, bursting with energy for me to take the stage.
The first few moments of stepping in front of the crowd are one of my favorite parts of performing because it’s when the fans are the absolute loudest.
The band gathers around me as the lights go down.
“Let’s fucking do this, and have a hella good show tonight, boys,” I say, bumping fists with each of them.
I grab Kate by the waist, pulling her into one last deep kiss before I take the stage—my new favorite ritual. As soon as we break free, she shoves something into the back pocket of my jeans. “What’s that?”
She looks me straight in the eyes. “My underwear. Have a great show, babe.” She winks and quickly walks away from me.
Holy fuck. How the hell am I supposed to think clearly when I have her wet panties in my pocket? When I know she’s walking around commando all fucking night? She’s going to pay for this later.
The next ninety minutes go by both fast and slow as I try to stay focused on the show and not the woman of my fucking dreams watching me without any goddamn underwear.
Talk about the quickest way to make me forget the lyrics to my own damn songs.
I messed up at least two of them because I caught her eye fucking me from the side of the stage, and my brain broke, devoid of any words, lyrics, or logical thoughts.
Thank God for Shane’s backup vocals, otherwise it would’ve been a lot more noticeable.
After the two-song encore, I jog off stage. A sound tech quickly takes off my mic pack as Kate waits in the wings, smirking. She knows exactly what she fucking did, and she’s loving every minute of it. So am I.
“Great show,” she says, lacing her hand in mine. “You didn’t seem distracted at all.”
“Uh-huh. You’re so gonna get it when I get you alone on the bus,” I murmur, leading us through the amphitheater hallways.
“I’m counting on it,” she replies, turning her head to wink at me.