Chapter 9
Dylan
“Hey, Dylan.”
I thought I was the only left backstage. The arena emptied out long ago. I saw most of the band leave earlier. I figured Jett went with them.
But here he is. Standing right in front of me. Arms folded across his chest. And an expression I’ve seen on him before.
It’s the same one as last time we were alone back here. “Hey. What’re you still doing here?”
The look in Jett’s eyes doesn’t change. “There’s something I need to take care of.”
My throat goes dry. “What’s that?”
I already know what he wants. He takes a step closer. “Bringing you back to my hotel room. I’m having a private party there. Very private. You about done here?”
I swallow. “Yeah.”
“Then let’s get going.”
We ride the short distance without a word spoken between us. I’m staring straight ahead. So’s Jett. We’re side by side in the back seat of the car, but we’re not even touching each other. We might as well be, given how much he’s turning me on.
The moment we get to his hotel room, everything changes.
Without a word, Jett grabs at me, pulling me into his arms. Our faces are inches apart.
Jett’s eyes are dark with lust. He tugs me even closer to him. Neither one of us is breaking eye contact. Not until Jett clamps his mouth down on mine. Our tongues twist together as the kiss gets rough. So hard my lips might be bruised afterwards.
I don’t care. I’m ecstatic to be touching him again. My hands are roaming all over his body.
Jett’s doing the same thing, groping me everywhere. Like he’s afraid I’m going to disappear before anything more happens.
Yeah, right.
Not going to happen.
Jett ends our kiss to bite at my neck. My palm goes to his crotch, rubbing the hard heat behind his fly.
He growls, the low sound making my cock throb. I lower his zipper and move so I can get his jeans out of my way. Almost before I get his shirt off, his hands are going for my clothes. In seconds, we’re both naked.
Jett’s pulling me to the bed. Our bodies grind together as we lie down. I could come just from that contact, so I shift away from him. Sliding down the bed, I suck his throbbing cock into my mouth.
His hips buck forward. He’s so hard. Tastes so good, I want more. His balls tighten up and he grabs hold of my head.
“Stop.” Jett’s words rasp out. “I want you. Don’t move.” He climbs out of bed, returning in an instant with a handful of condoms.
“Got enough of those?” I stroke my shaft.
“Maybe not. But they’ll do for now.” He’s already rolling one on. Jesus Christ. There’s nothing I want more than to take him deep inside of me, but the size of his hard cock is more than I’ve ever had before.
“Don’t worry.” Jett climbs back into bed beside me. “I know what I’m doing.”
He passes me a small bottle of lube. “Care to get me ready?”
Before I do, I take his head in my hands, pulling him in for another bruising kiss. We don’t move apart until we’re both gasping for air.
I drip lube onto Jett’s latex-covered cock. Once he’s covered, he takes the bottle back to get me ready.
His probing finger is about to drive me wild. “Fuck. I want you inside of me. Give me your fucking cock. Right now.”
“It’s all yours.”
His words make me pause. All mine. He means just for now. I know that. So why did my mind go to longer than that? There’s nothing more than right now between us. This is all there can be. Jett will never be mine.
There’s no reason to think like that now. Jett eases forward, pushing slowly into my ass.
He’s not as difficult to take as I thought he would be. I move forward and back, the feeling of his cock quickly turning from discomfort into pleasure.
Once I adjust, it doesn’t take long before Jett’s pounding into me. His thrusts get frenzied, as if he’s hungry after not eating for days.
I know the feeling.
“Christ.” Jett grips my hips hard. “You’re so damn tight. So fucking good.”
“Come on. Give it to me. Harder.”
“Fuck!” Jett groans, so loudly I can only hope the walls are soundproof enough. His cock pulses deep inside of me as he explodes.
I start to stroke my aching erection as he pulls out of me. He knocks my hand away, grabbing my shaft and jacking me fast. His hand is more than I need. I slam into one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever had.
It’s an effort to even breathe. I barely register Jett shifting around on the bed.
But I’m aware of his arms circling around me. His heart pounds against my ear. How did we get like this, with my head on his chest? I should move. Leave him. I can’t.
I don’t want to.
This is what I want. Not just for now. Again and again. I want Jett to be mine.
I don’t know where that thought comes from. There’s no point in wanting what I can’t have. If this moment is all there can ever be, then that’s it.
There’s no point in wanting anything more. Not with this man.