Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and there’s no way I could ever forget it. This is the kind of thing you tell random people at the nursing home when you’re old, senile, and have no idea what day it is or where you are. “I once toured with Eleven.”
They’ll reply, “Sure you did, old man. Whoever they are.”
Then I’ll complain about today’s music and yell at the nurses to get off my lawn. I can’t wait. Hey, Ash and Max say I never have long-term goals. Look at me now!
After another show in God knows where we are now, Blake comes off the stage, his blond hair soaked with sweat and his shirt drenched, and he kisses me hard.
He’s always so alive and energetic after a gig. You’d think he’d be exhausted, but no, that comes the next day. I revel in these moments because the adrenaline filling his veins, the high, it leads to the best sex I’ve ever had.
Tonight, he’s too impatient to wait until everyone is done showering in the dressing room, and we head back to the hotel for the night. Blake waves to the guys and drags me out the backstage door and into an awaiting custom Escalade without showering at all.
The partition between the driver and us is up, and as soon as we get on the road, Blake doesn’t hesitate to get on his knees.
“I’m going to suck you off, but we’re only a few minutes away from the hotel, so you need to come fast but not too hard. I need you to get it up again as soon as we get back to our room so you can fuck me.”
“It might be impossible to promise that.”
When Blake gets like this, he wrings me out with one orgasm. Then all I wish for is rest. Or sleep. Or death. A happy death.
He unzips my pants and frees my cock, while the car jostles over potholes and turns a corner. I have to hold on to his shoulders to keep him upright.
“If it’s too much, I can always fuck you when we get back to the room.” He doesn’t let me respond before he sucks down my entire length to the back of his throat.
I throw my head against the seat. Not many men I’ve been with have wanted to—or could—fit all of me in their mouth. But Blake … I shudder at the pressure of his throat constricting around the head of my dick. Blake was determined to learn how.
My body breaks into an immediate sweat, trying to stave off orgasm. I’m trapped in a never-ending circle of wanting to tell Blake to go easy so I don’t come and can still fuck him but then also wanting to unload down his throat.
I’m right on the cusp of my dick taking the decision out of my hands when the car pulls to a stop, and Blake slowly releases my cock with one long suck.
“Out of time. At least now you can fuck me.”
The driver opens the car door, and I frantically tuck myself away. Thank God paparazzi aren’t waiting outside the hotel like they have been at some places, or this shot would be everywhere.
Blake climbs out first, and I barely have my footing when he drags me through the hotel and up to our suite. “I need to shower first before you can get me all dirty. I’m sweaty in places you really don’t want to put your mouth.”
“Mm, after that little sample in the car, I’m not going to be able to hold out until you’re out of the shower.”
Blake tilts his head. “Fuck me in the shower?”
“You have the best ideas.”
“I’ve heard relationships are all about compromising.”
“Well, this is a great compromise.”
We rush to the bathroom and strip down. Blake nips and kisses my skin, my neck, my chest.
Then he reaches for the lube in my toiletries bag on the bathroom counter while I turn on the giant walk-in shower.
This hotel has to know that people have sex in here when they make it big enough for eight people.
Blake throws the lube at me. “Oil up.” He ducks his head under the spray and quickly washes himself with soap. I’ve never understood the advertisers who always put people in the shower to sell products until right this minute as I watch him lather up and touch himself.
Then, with a glimmer in his eye, he turns his back to me, leans over and rests his forearms against the wall, and shakes that delectable ass at me.
We were both tested, and now we don’t bother with condoms. I prep him fast, and as I press my swollen head against his opening and he lets me in, I still can’t get over how different it feels.
Not only because there’s nothing between us, but because our bond has never been stronger.