“YOU were phenomenal,” I turn in his arms and kiss him hard, tasting the gentle saltiness of the sweat on his lips.
“What about us?” Marius and Jez butt in, wrapping their arms around us in a big group hug, pressing me even harder against Sebastian.
“Eh, so-so,” I shrug nonchalantly and wink at Sebastian.
“Titbitchums!” Marius curses at me and pokes me in the side, making me yelp. “I was the star.”
I giggle and wriggle out of Sebastian’s hold to give Marius a big hug. “Yes, you were. You were bloody brilliant.”
Marius huffs, “You’re just saying that because… I was.”
I laugh and give him a kiss on the cheek.
“Oi,” I feel myself pulled back against Sebastian’s chest. “Get off my woman,” he growls at Marius.
“Oh, relax. I’ve been trying to get YOU on your woman for weeks now. Made me lose the damn pool.” Marius grumbles and wanders off down the hall to the catering area. The rest follow him and the hallway starts to empty as the crew gets to work packing up the stage.
“Back to you. My angel muse,” Sebastian murmurs low and dark against my ear. The hairs on the back of my neck prickle and my nipples twinge. He grinds against me and I can feel he’s hard. I push back against him, and he growls. “Do you think the crowd would like it more or less if next time in the middle of a song, I just bend you right over the piano and take you then and there?”
The image instantly plays out in my mind, and I pull his arms tighter around me, as I can’t help but notice a pulsing between my legs.
“Well, I guess that all depends on whether it affects our playing or not?” I rasp, his teeth grazing against my shoulder.
“It might, but it would give them something else to focus on.”
“I’m not sure I want 10, 000 women focusing on your cock,” I turn and whisper into his ear. His hips instantly thrust against me.
“Say it again, that last word.”
“You mean, you like it when I say ‘cock’?”
“Fuck. You are going to kill me.”
He grabs my hand and drags me down the hallway.
“What are you doing?”
“Trust me, in a minute you’re not going to have to ask.”
He stops at a door, an empty room we used as the greenroom before the concert.
Yanking the door open, he peeks inside, and asks, “Anyone in here?”
The light’s on but it looks empty. Grinning to me, he pushes me in and flicks off the light as he closes the door. There’s a soft hue from the adjoining bathroom’s mirror light and my eyes are just starting adjust as he presses me up against the closed door.
“Say it again.”
“What, baby?” I run my fingernails over his scalp and feel him shiver.
“You know.”
I pull his head down to mine, kissing him hard, as his hands come around to slide under my skirt, his fingers hooking into my panties and pulling them down my legs. Tearing my mouth off his, I give him what he wants.
“I. Want. Your. Cock.” I growl the words into his ear, one by one. He hisses and in one movement tucks his hands under my ass and lifts me up, wrapping my legs around him and pinning me against the door.
“Again,” he commands me.
“Your cock belongs inside me.” I obey. My legs squeeze, pulling him closer, and I feel him reach in to slide his zipper down.
“Yes, yes, it does, babygirl.” He snarls against my throat, his voice thick with want.
I can already feel how my body is getting ready for him, the slickness between my legs growing with every second. I want him so much I can barely breathe.
“One more time,” he struggles to say and I almost bite my tongue as I feel his hardness press against me.
“Give me your cock, Sebastian!” I beg him, pushing my hips away from the door, trying to push down on him.
“Your wish is my command.” He growls and pins my body hard against the door, thrusting his hips and sliding his entire, thick, hard length inside me.
I’m burning, his thickness stretching me as I drag some air into my lungs.
I’m completely lost, I can feel his body against me, rocking back and forth, and him entering me over and over. I give myself completely to him. And let him take everything from me.
“Yes, yes, yes, God fucking yes, Sebastian. I’ll say ‘cock’ a hundred times a day if you’ll keep fucking me like this.”
I can just make out a soft chuckle in between his heavy breaths. “I’m so close, baby, I’ve been dying to be inside you all night.”
I’m teetering on the edge, each time he slams into me, I inch a bit closer. His hardness growing even now, more and more with every time he drives himself deeper into me, grazing against the slick, pulsing walls of my sex. My mind and body are screaming for release.
His mouth moves down and he bites my nipples through my shirt. That’s all I can take.
“Fuck!!!!!!” I scream, and my whole body is wracked over and over with waves of orgasm. It gets better every time with him. My nails score lines down his back and he grunts in both pain and the effort of holding me, keeping himself buried deep in of me even as I’m shaking in his arms.
I try to lock my gaze with his, and whisper, “Come for me, with your cock in me.”
The words make his eyes glaze over and he digs his hands around my waist and pulls me down one last time onto him as he thrusts into me.
“Oh god.” The breath gurgles in his throat, and his body jerks between my legs. I pull him tighter against me, and he groans again, his hands digging hard into my ass as he empties himself into me. I hold him as the tremors of the aftermath rock through him, and his body starts to relax its tension.
“Fuck.” He whispers, and he lets go of my legs and we both fall to the floor.
I’m straddling him, my legs on either side of him, the tip of his softening cock still pressed up against me. I move down so my head can rest on his chest. It rises and falls high and low, high and low, as he tries to steady his breathing.
“Damn, girl. If we keep doing this, I’m going to have some weird Pavlovian response to performing.” He whispers breathlessly.
“If you promise we do this before each concert, I’m going to have to go on tour with you.”
His arms instantly come around to hug me tight to him. “It’s a deal.”
I smile, but just for a moment, before I realize, this is all soon going to have to come to an end. Our lives are turning in very different directions… and locations.
“Come on, I’m parched,” I say, struggling to my feet, as I reach for my panties and pull them on.
He watches me from his spot on the floor as I compose myself.
“Hey, come back here.” He says holding his hand out to me.
I take it and kneel down next to him. He looks up at me, and even in the dark, his pupils are tender and kind. It’s a look I know is reserved just for me.