Chapter 25 #2
With the first hit of the drums, I forgot everything. All the stress and worries I’d experienced about my big move melted away.
That was the power of music.
And Damien ruled his musical kingdom.
Watching him would never get old. His eyes sparkle as he bounced around the stage singing, and Jesus, he was stunning on stage. He’d styled his light red hair atop his head. Icy blues bore into my soul, despite being lost in a crowd of people. How did he not see how handsome he was?
Tonight, he wore something a little fancier because of the high visibility of the venue.
Black dress pants showed off his muscular thighs and how well-endowed he was—and yes, I was absolutely checking out his dick.
His black button-up wasn’t buttoned all the way, showing off the base of his neck with blue lines of his tattoo and the top of his chest. A tease to the soft skin below.
The tattoos on his arm peeked out from where he’d rolled his sleeves and he only wore the brown leather bands around his wrist. On stage, he was every bit the rockstar I’d imagined him to be.
But I’d gotten to see the person underneath it all. We were connected in a way that we never had been before. Much more intimate. And just like every other time I’d seen him perform, his powerful voice mesmerized me. It was smooth as silk and thick like honey.
As I let the music into my bloodstream and move throughout my body, I swayed with the guitars and felt the lyrics deep in my heart. But it wasn’t only me who resonated with the songs. They filled everyone around me with the same sense of belonging.
The power of music.
It was all around us.
It brought everyone together despite our differences. This was only one of the reasons I loved music so much.
My chest ached with the need to be a part of this world, to find who I was through music.
Liam leaned down and yelled into my ear. “Seriously, Cay. They’re incredible!”
I beamed, as if he had complimented me. “I know!”
I couldn’t tell if, when it seemed Damien and I locked eyes, he actually saw me or if I was just a blur in the sea of people surrounding me. But I grew restless from his gaze, anyway.
Three girls stood behind me, talking loud enough for anyone to overhear.
“I call dibs on the singer. He is so hot.”
“Ugh. You always call dibs on the hottest one.”
“Which is why I called dibs. He is all mine.”
“Save some for us next time.”
I moved my hand over my mouth to cover my grin, knowing that she didn’t have a chance in hell with him. She wasn’t me.
And it felt like my own dirty little secret.
As I watched him, my chest became lighter, and that familiar warmth spread through my body. A warmth that only came when Damien was involved. Seeing him on stage, I was proud of him and what he had accomplished.
I hadn’t known him long, but I was proud of the man he’d become.
He didn’t share his scars with me, not yet anyway. But they were there. You saw them in the way he sang from his heart, from the emotion behind every performance. He had gone through so much to get to where he was now. This life hadn’t come easy.
Despite that, he continued to be a large part of his niece and nephew’s lives, and he took care of his sister when she needed him. He did everything in his power to provide for those he loved. He would give them anything he had if only to bring them happiness.
I was taken aback when the lights came on around us. I had lost track of the world outside of Rebel Rebellion’s music.
Liam threw his arm over my shoulder. “So, now what?”
I hadn’t noticed where Rebel Rebellion had set up to meet their fans. “I’m not sure. We can hang out around here or return to the restaurant.”
“Whatever you want. I want to grab another drink.”
“You head to the bar, and I’ll see if I can find somewhere to pee.”
Liam chuckled. “Want anything?”
“Vodka Cranberry, please.”
He nodded wordlessly and walked away. I was lost in a sea of people, trying to find my way to the edge of the room to get my bearings. Being short didn’t always make situations like this easy.
I found the wall and walked along the waist-high divider before I cut into a less busy area. I moved with the flow of bodies, not in a rush to go anywhere.
When a hand reached out and yanked me into a dark room, I tried to yell before another hand covered my mouth.
My fight or flight kicked in as I was pushed against the wall and held there.
I inhaled traces of his cologne mixed with a touch of leather and a scent that I realized could only be Damien’s just before his voice caressed my ear. “Shh. It’s alright, Cay. It’s just me.”
I calmed, my body relaxing against his.
Even though my eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness in the room, I knew it was him. I knew his body like I knew my own.
Which sounded ridiculous after one night together, but it was the truth.
“If I let go of your mouth, will you promise not to scream?” Humor laced his words. “At least not from fear.”
I nodded, and his hand moved from my mouth to my cheek to the back of my neck before he grazed his lips against mine.
“I’ve been looking forward to this since I let you leave our hotel room.” He teased me with his tongue, and I matched his kiss with the craving that burned between my legs.
He hummed appreciatively, tugging at my hair and opening me up to him even more.
“Normally, I’d shower before touching you,” he said as he moved his kisses down my neck. “But I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about you.” He ground his cock into my stomach. “Thinking about this.”
“I’m glad you didn’t wait.”
“And I’m glad you changed and wore a dress tonight.”
His body vanished from in front of me, but I felt him push the fabric of my dress up.
“Well, I wasn’t exactly sure what I’d be… Ah,” I yelled as he yanked my deep-purple lace thong down my legs. He pulled at my leg, helping me remove the small piece of material before pushing my stance wider.
I let out a hiss as the cool air from the darkened room hit my heated core. The first touch of his tongue against my clit had me bucking into him.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
I shoved my hands into his hair, not caring that I was messing up the product he’d painstakingly put in earlier. He flattened his tongue and licked before sucking my clit into his mouth. Grabbing my leg, he threw it over his shoulder, giving him access to all of me.
I arched into him with zero shame, as one finger, then two, touched my entrance.
“Yes,” I panted as he slowly slid them in.
I let my head fall back as I rode his fingers and his face, not caring at all that someone might hear us outside the door.
But I was missing something.
“Your cock. Now.” I demanded.
Damien looked up at me, his tongue still making me moan. He flicked my clit again and pushed a third finger in, causing my knees go weak.
But he pulled out of me, the fabric of my dress falling over my sensitive skin. “I’m here to please.” His smile was full of dark promises and pleasure.
“Good.” I pulled at his belt and unzipped his pants, uncovering his rock-hard cock.
This whole going commando thing was really starting to grow on me.
Rubbing my hands down the smooth skin of his shaft, I licked my lips, wanting to taste him. I’d only done so once so far, and I was eager to do it again.
I leaned forward before Damien stopped me. “Not this time, Cay.”
And as if I was the lightest thing in the world, made from nothing but pillow feathers or clouds, he grabbed the back of my legs and lifted me effortlessly. Not wasting any time, he lined us up and thrust into me.
He dropped his chin and groaned into my neck as I let my head fall to my shoulder. I was dizzy from the fullness and the pleasure, wanting nothing more than for him to continue.
He pushed me against the door while holding my weight and began moving inside me.
I could barely hear the anarchy outside as Shinedown walked onto the stage and the crowd screamed.
I was lost in my own world where the only people that existed were me and Damien.
Touching each other, pleasuring each other… loving each other.
“This won’t last long. You feel too fucking good.” Impatience echoed in his voice as his moves became desperate.
He needed this as much as I did.
“Come on, baby girl. Come for me.”
Damien ran his hand down to my clit and began rubbing tirelessly. My orgasm ripped through me. I grit my teeth as I arched into him, my pussy tightening around him, before I cried out a jumbled mix of words.
“Good girl,” he growled before his body tensed as he spilled himself inside me.
Damien met my forehead with his, panting. “I don’t think this could ever get old.”
I pushed out a laugh. “I think I agree with you.”
He gave me a quick peck before pulling his cock out and setting me gently on the floor. I was unsteady from the blood rush as my dress fell to its place above my knee.
Damien pulled something out of his pocket and squatted down to pull the hem of my dress up once again and wiped his cum off my inner thigh.
“Such a gentleman.”
He answered by flashing me a big smile with that twinkle in his eyes that made every girl within a ten-mile radius drop their panties.
Tossing it in the trash can by the door, he zipped up his pants.
Speaking of… “I can’t find my panties.”
Damien said nothing as he reached into his back pocket and pulled them out. “I don’t plan on giving them back, either. I think this is good compensation for a hoodie, don’t you?”
I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms. “So, you’re okay with me running around with no panties on? Knowing a breeze might flip up my dress at any moment, and everyone would see my goods?”
His grin deepened. “All that does is guarantee I’ll be walking around with a raging hard on until I can leave. And leaving will happen as soon as I convince the guys we need our beauty rest, and I can claim that beautiful pussy of yours once again.”
“How do you know I don’t plan on staying with Liam tonight?”
Damien stepped into me, into my space, pushing me against the door he’d fucked me against only moments ago.
“Because. You came here for me. You are mine until you leave.” He cupped my pussy through my dress, and I swear she was the biggest traitor of them all.
I was dripping once again from his words and the way he was laying claim to me, to my body.
“And,” he growled. “If anyone sees your ‘goods’, I’ll be sure to show them exactly who they belong to.”
“Fine,” I said, my entire body heating from within. “I’ll make sure Liam knows I’ve changed my mind.”
“Mm-hmm. You do that.”
Damien licked his way into my mouth again, leaving me panting and wanting to make out like we were fifteen in this closet for however long it took for me to climb him like the tower he was.
But I was disappointed when he reached for the door handle and opened it just enough to let in some light and noise from the stage.
“The door was unlocked the whole time?”
His devious smile was back. “Yep.”
And then he was gone, and I was horny and gaping as the door latched close.
Had I really just fucked Damien Walker, a musician, in the closet at a music venue? Was I insane?
Walking out into the bright, loud, and warm world outside the dark closet, the music pulsed in the surrounding sticky air. My cheeks were flushed, and despite my flowy dress, sweat gathered on my lower back.
My body temperature was at least a few degrees warmer than normal, and I was still incredibly turned on.
That evil man left me wanting so much more.
The friction as I walked, the cool flow of air that came under my loose dress, the fact that he stole my panties and I could be exposed at any moment, all of it… had me soaked.
I needed to find Liam, but would it be a crime if I returned to that closet and took care of this ache first?