17. Chapter 17
HERO
The stage lights illuminate every drop of sweat on Onyx’s face, his hair clinging to his damp forehead, his muscles moving in a mesmerizing pattern with every strum of his guitar.
The crowd around me screams, some of them singing along, others just shrieking from excitement.
Someone a row behind me shouts a marriage proposal to Onyx that I’m sure he can’t hear over the music and the echoes in the amphitheater.
For a second I wonder what the hell I’m doing here, letting myself get lost in a sea of people who I’m sure would all kill to get their hands on Onyx.
Even more baffling, why would he invite me here when all it would take is a wink and a crook of his finger to have anyone in this place?
He shakes his head to unstick his damp hair from his forehead, and then his eyes meet mine and it feels like all two thousand some people around us vanish.
It’s just me and him, and the crooked smile curling his lips.
My whole body hums with the urge to climb onto the stage and pull him into my arms. Six months without kissing him feels like an entire fucking lifetime.
One song fades into another, and Onyx’s gaze wanders to mine again and again.
“Holy shit, I think Onyx Hart is looking at me,” the woman next to me gushes to her friend. “Did you see those ‘fuck me’ eyes he just threw this way?”
“No way, he was looking at me,” her friend argues.
They don’t see the smug smile on my face, but Onyx does. He winks at me, and both women squeal.
“I would literally murder my entire family for five minutes alone with him,” the first woman whimpers.
I turn my laughter into a cough. Does Onyx know the kind of sway he has over people? With his devastating, rockstar good looks and that captivating smile, I doubt the woman next to me is the only one who would kill and die for him. Hell, I think I would too.
By the time the show wraps up, I’m ready to crawl out of my skin just to get to him. When he mailed me the ticket, he sent a backstage pass along with it, so as soon as the lights come up, I move against the crowd towards the stage door.
I flash my backstage pass to the stoic security guy guarding the door and he checks the list for my name before waving me through.
My heart pounds impatiently and everything inside me fucking aches to have Onyx within touching distance again.
Down a hallway and through two sets of doors, I find the exact kind of post-show party I would expect from rockstars.
The lead singer, Gray, has a couple of half-naked women in his lap, stroking his bare chest and fawning over him.
Jade, the keyboardist—and Gray’s on-again-off-again girlfriend according to Onyx—leans over the table to inhale a line of white powder, then chases it with a swig from a bottle of Jameson.
And Jett, the drummer, lounges in the corner with a halo of weed smoke circling his head and a twink between his legs.
He threads his fingers through the twink’s blond hair and meets my eyes with a hazy kind of friendliness, as if he doesn’t currently have his dick in someone’s mouth.
“Hey, man, you want a drink?”
Jade wipes her fingers under her nose and looks me up and down, swaying slightly in her chair.
“Finally, a groupie who looks like he knows how to show a girl a good time.” she grins at me suggestively and leans forward half an inch so her tits spill out of her top in a way that I’m sure is meant to be enticing.
“Uh, actually, I’m looking for—”
“Thanks, guys, but this one is mine,” Onyx says, sliding an arm around me from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder. “Come on, let’s go somewhere quieter.”
He grabs a handful of the back of my shirt and tugs me out of the room.
“We’re on the road in two hours,” Gray calls out as the door swings closed behind us.
“Only two hours?” I grimace. I should have asked, but I guess I figured we at least had the night.
“Sorry.” Onyx gives me an apologetic smile and flicks his tongue absently against his lip ring. He threads his fingers through mine and walks backward, continuing to tow me along towards the exit door. “It’s just been too damn long. I had to see you, even if it’s only for a couple of hours.”
I might be annoyed at the omission, but he’s right.
Two hours is better than not getting to see him at all.
I don’t want to ask the question of how long we’re going to do this—stealing a couple of hours or a weekend whenever he’s within driving distance of Fall Crosse.
I don’t want to know his answer, but I already know mine.
As long as he keeps snapping his fingers, I’ll keep running to him.
Pathetic? Maybe. I don’t think I give a shit though, not if it means getting to taste him and touch him and be the sole focus of his attention for a few hours at a time.
Cool air rushes to chase the sweat off our skin as we step outside into the quiet loading dock area where the tour bus is parked.
Onyx’s old Mustang is tethered to the back of the bus the way he said he always insists on.
He grins at me and pulls the car door open, then drops my hand, pushes the seat forward, and climbs into the back.
“Are you coming?” he asks.
I chuckle, grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling it off as I follow him into the car.
“It’s going to be a tight fit,” I warn, clambering in and pulling the door shut behind me.
“I think that’s my line.” Onyx laughs, the metal part of his belt clanking as he tugs it open.
Our eyes meet, and this time there aren’t two thousand screaming people surrounding us. It’s just me and Onyx in the cramped back seat of his car, our heavy breaths already fogging up the windows, six months of pent-up lust between us.
We move at the same time, crashing together with a grunt in a desperate, tongue-heavy kiss.
He tastes like sweat and mint, like maybe he brushed his teeth before he came to find me backstage.
I tug his lip ring between my teeth, and he groans and jerks his hips, grinding his hard cock against my thigh.
“The woman sitting next to me said she’d kill her whole family for five minutes alone with you.”
“That would be a fucking headline.” He laughs against my lips and reaches between us for the button of my jeans.
A tiny, masochistic part of me wants to ask how many people he’s been with since the last time I saw him, but I think it might drive me fucking insane to know the answer.
We break the kiss so I can peel his shirt off, and I rake my eyes across his bare chest and arms. The patchwork of ink I’ve given him over the last year and a half is all accounted for, and I don’t see anything unexpected.
“No one else has touched me,” he says with a laugh, clearly reading the look written all over my face.
A possessive, prideful feeling surges in my chest, and we fall back into the heated kiss.
ONYX
The buzzy adrenaline I always feel post-show is so much more fun when I have something to do with all this energy.
There’s a lot I don’t get about my bandmates, but the urge to fuck and party after a concert, that I get.
And for the first time in six months, I’m not jerking off alone in the tour bus.
Every rough, possessive drag of Hero’s fingers against my skin sets off a symphony of pounding music in my ears.
His lips are hungry against mine, and his tongue is demanding, lapping against mine like he can’t get enough of the taste of my mouth.
My cock throbs against Hero’s thigh, wedged between my legs thanks to the awkward, cramped way we’re positioned so we fit in the back seat together.
“Let me suck you,” I murmur.
It’s hard to pick what I want to do with him when the clock is already ticking and our time is nearly up, but I haven’t been able to think of much except the weight of his cock on my tongue and the taste of his cum for months now.
Hero groans and I slip my hand inside his unzipped jeans to palm his hard, throbbing cock through his briefs.
The warm, solid feel of it is enough to make my mouth water and my body heat with the aching kind of need that I know two hours with him won’t even begin to sate.
Our tongues tangle again, his moans vibrating against my lips as I stroke him slowly through his briefs.
“Tell me to blow off the rest of this tour and come home with you, and I’ll do it,” I murmur around his tongue.
Dampness seeps through his briefs to warm against my palm, precum slicking from the tip of his cock and soaking his underwear as I slide my hand teasingly up and down his length. He chuckles into my mouth.
“Don’t tempt me.”
He thinks I’m joking. I don’t blame him.
I don’t know if I’d have the guts to actually break my contract and leave the band high and dry, but fuck, it’s tempting some days.
Only thirty more months until it’s up for renegotiation anyway.
The date is seared into my brain like a release date from prison.
But even thinking that makes guilt twist in my gut.
All I ever wanted was to be a rockstar; how ungrateful can I be to want to get out of it now?
I force those thoughts aside and kiss Hero deeper.
This moment is the only thing I need to worry about right now.
This kiss, his touch, the moans I plan to drag out of him with my mouth around his cock—it’s all going to have to get me through another few months before I can see him again.
So, I’m not going to waste any more time brooding about the future right now.
“Let me suck you,” I pant again, letting go of his cock to tug the front of his briefs down.
His erection springs free, bobbing in the dim light of the parking lot, a bead of precum clinging to his tip. Hero threads his fingers through my hair and leans back against the window, his large frame taking up all the narrow space on the back seat.
I wrap my lips around his cockhead and moan with relief, like I’ve been starving for months and finally have something to fill me up.
The salty tang of his precum bursts against my tongue, and I lap at his slit, greedily searching for more.
The low, horny grunt he lets out makes my cock throb and my balls tighten.
The barbells through my shaft catch and tug on the cotton of my briefs, and my hole flutters with an aching emptiness that only Hero ever fills just right.
With my lips stretched around his cock, I look up to meet his gaze for a second.
His eyelids droop and his lips part on heavy breaths as I snake my tongue around his cock and relax my throat to take him deeper.
He shoves two of his fingers into his mouth, keeping his eyes on mine as he licks and sucks them, getting them nice and wet.
I whimper around and cant my hips impatiently. With my nose pressed into his pubic hair and my throat constricting around his dick with every swallow, I hastily shove my pants down around my thighs. My cock swings between my thighs and Hero’s curses and moans fill the car.
He slides his spit slicked fingers into the crease between my cheeks until his fingertips find my quivering rim.
“Tell me this greedy hole has been missing me,” he says gruffly. “Lie if you have to, rockstar.”
I moan and noisily slurp around his cock as I ease off so I can answer him.
“I’ve fucking missed you, sweetness.” My voice is hoarse, and my words end on a gasp as he slips two fingers inside me.
I swallow him down again, sucking and licking greedily, devouring him with a wild need I didn’t even realize was inside me until the taste of him unleashed it.
The windows are completely fogged up now, and I’m sure anyone walking by would be able to guess exactly what’s going on in here, but I don’t give a fuck.
The only thing that matters to me right now is the way Hero’s cock fills my throat over and over again, and the tug of his knuckles against my rim as he works his fingers in and out.
My insides clench and throb around him with every stroke and he dribbles precum onto my tongue every time his cockhead drags against it before I take him deep again.
The frantic, needy music in my ears feels like it belongs to Hero.
Our moans and incoherent, mumbled words are better lyrics than any I’ve managed to write so far.
I jerk my hips, finding the same frantic rhythm fucking myself on his fingers and bobbing my head.
His belly quivers and his abs tighten, and he grabs my ass cheek roughly with his free hand.
Hero’s cock stiffens between my lips and his groans get deeper and more desperate. He twists his fingers inside me until he finds my prostate with his next thrust. My eyelids flutter and my whole body clenches, my cock jerking and drooling untouched.
“I’ve been dreaming of your pleasure, Onyx. Give it to me. Please,” he pants in a deep, gravelly voice.
He pegs my prostate again with his fingers and my eyes roll back, electricity shooting through my body, tightening around my balls and my cock at the same time.
I whimper, swallowing him deep one more time and snapping my hips as my cock starts to pulse and spasm, spilling thick ropes of cum onto my thighs and the seat beneath me.
Hero roars and jackknifes his hips, pressing my nose into his pubic hair again as his cock swells and starts to throb against my tongue and inside my throat.
He’s buried too deep for me to taste his cum, so I pull back just a little so I can catch a few volleys of it on my tongue before I swallow him down again, whimpering and gasping as we both writhe and twitch through the waves of pleasure.
My legs quiver weakly, and as my orgasm ebbs, I collapse with my head on Hero’s lap, his softening cock slipping from between my lips.
The silence that follows rings in my ears. The only sound is the two of us trying to catch our breath in the humid confines of the car, the smell of cum and sweat thick in the air.
“When are you going to be back?” he asks.
“Two months.” I sigh.
“That’s too long,” he says with a breathless chuckle.
I nod against his thigh.
Two months is way too damn long.