Chapter Three
Nathan
What am I doing? What the hell am I playing at?
I felt like I was going crazy, like I was living in an insane dream, one in which I was acting like an insane person… but it was also cool. The hotel came into view, like a shining beacon at the end of the street, bubbling fun inside of my stomach. The sort of fun that I hadn’t had in a very long time. And with Rich Gold, lead singer of Morton, too. Who would’ve ever thought that was going to happen?
Certainly not me. I was just so… normal.
Luckily, I was sober, because I wouldn’t have been able to enjoy this nearly as much if I’d had a lot to drink. I didn’t bother when we first arrived, and I couldn’t when I stood there backstage, staring only at him. I just sipped at the one cup given to me to give my hands something to do.
“” Rich boomed gleeful, throwing his hands above his head in a carefree abandon. “You’re so lucky that you get to live here. It’s pretty cool you have everything you could possibly need within range, and you can still see the stars. Now that is rare.”
“Wh… where do you live?” The shyness was still there, swirling around inside of me. I hadn’t yet managed to grow enough confidence to get past that.
“Here, there, everywhere.” Rich shrugged and smirked. “Life of a rock star, always on the road.”
A street lamp twinkled above his head like a spot light, reminding me of the moment he was up on stage looking at me, touching my skin. I squirmed as the attention warmed me up once more. I loved being looked at in that way. It made me feel worthwhile.
“Come on, here we are.”
Rich held out his hand to me, and I slipped my fingers cautiously through his. There was no turning back now, not that I wanted to, and that thought had my heart hammering loudly in my chest, a tight thrill consuming me.
The glamorous luxury of the hotel hit me the second I stepped through the door. It was all decorated in gold and purple, with antique trinkets decorating the odd shelves, as if it was waiting for the Queen of England to come in. The regal woman standing behind the reception desk didn’t even glance up to look at us as we passed, as if it was in her contract to blend into the wallpaper.
Then, as we stepped into the elevator, and the doors closed behind us, I felt a burning blaze emanating off the man standing next to me. It was as if the privacy of the small room had offered us the freedom we’d been searching for, and his desire was running free.
Rich turned to face me, head on, and he gave me that cheeky grin of his before he took my cheeks in his hands and pulled me toward him. The electricity buzzed as my mouth got closer to his, and the second our lips connected fireworks exploded painfully in my stomach. It felt much better than I ever imagined.
It was all happening too quickly, yet not fast enough. I wanted to chill out, to take a step back just to stare at this beautiful man in front of me, to prolong this amazing moment, but I was also desperate to see him naked, to finally get my hands on that amazing body of his. The one that had haunted my dreams.
“Mmm, you feel really good,” Rich groaned, wrapping his hands tighter around my neck. “I’m glad I picked you.”
Picked you… those words probably should’ve disgusted me, reminded me that he was a playboy rock star, but they didn’t. They made me feel special. He could’ve had anyone he wanted, but he’d chosen me. The specific nature of that felt nice.
“Right, come on, my room is on this floor.”
We were polite in the hallway, careful in case anyone was watching us, but all of that simply fell to one side as we crashed through the door. I didn’t even get enough time to glance around the room, to see what it was like, as I was consumed by Rich and his amazing mouth once more. His lips were soft and gentle, but his kiss was hard and passionate, like he couldn’t get enough of me.
My flesh heated up as I felt my jeans falling away, a powerful shiver tore up and down my spine as I yanked at Rich’s top. His skin was sticky, wet from the crazy antics he’d been doing up on stage, and as I finally managed to run my fingers along it a loud gasp fell out of my mouth.
This was better than I ever could’ve dreamed. He was sculpted, muscular, tempting in every possible way. If I could’ve pulled my mouth away from his for even a second, I would’ve had to look down to see if what I expected was true. That he had an eight pack.
He worked out so much that he even had that V shape near his hips running down toward his underwear. I lightly trailed my fingers along it, dipping down into Rich’s boxers to cup his swollen erection before I even realized it.
“Bit eager, aren’t we?” he teased, while moving his mouth toward my neck. “No, don’t stop. I like it.”
Rich pulled my top off and started to tease my underwear down, while I ran my hand over his incredible, pulsating shaft. His cock felt wonderful between my fingers, somehow so much better than anyone else who came before him. Maybe that was because he was Rich freaking Gold, the famous, powerful man, or maybe it was just because he was utterly massive.
Either way, I never wanted to let him go. I slowly pushed his skin up and down, drawing an animalistic groan of sheer bliss to burst free from his chest. He grew harder and slicker as I moved, pulsating so rapidly that it matched my crazed heartbeat.
“Get on the bed, you,” Rich growled into my mouth. “I can’t stand this anymore. I’ve been fucking wanting you since I first laid my eyes on you, and now I can’t wait any longer.”
He was desperate. His whole body was trembling with desire, which made my own cock twitch with excitement.
I climbed onto the sheets and watched in sheer awe as Rich kicked the rest of his clothing off, discarding them as if they were nothing. A deep tremor ran through my body, and I felt an intense craving, a desire most powerful. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could wait.
“Turn over.” . I propped myself up onto my elbows, and watched him for a moment, enjoying seeing his confidence bursting forward. He was hot as hell, and he knew it. I liked seeing that shining from him, because it was so clearly missing from me. “Come on, there’s nothing I can do with you like that.”
I flipped onto my front and fisted the sheets beneath me as the ice-cold sensation of lube filling my anus overcame me. I had to bite onto the pillow, just to stop me from screaming out with joy. Rich Gold was about to slide that incredible cock inside of me. I was the luckiest man alive.
Rich hovered over me, and ran some kisses over my burning back and the hyper-sensitive nape of my neck for a while, before roughly grabbing hold of my hips and pulling me up onto my hands and knees, presenting me to him.
A thick lust clung to the air for a moment, a hot and heavy pause. I held my breath, anticipating, expecting…
And then it happened, the moment that I’d been fantasizing about for a very long time. Rich slammed into me, and as he thrust, I felt phenomenal, better than a dream could ever be.
“Oh, my God,” I gasped out, gripping tighter onto the bed beneath me. “Oh, Rich.”
Was this happening? Maybe I was dreaming, but the wild, erratic sensations floating through my body told me otherwise. My heart rate was rapid and fast, my breaths were ragged and painful, there was a deep, pulsing tremor racing right through me.
And then Rich reached around, and he touched my trembling cock, playing with me using those soft fingers of his. He pulled me upright until I was on my knees, giving him much better access.
He tugged and teased my length, and I pushed back against him. Everything was happening all at once, yet somehow, we were managing to move in sync with one another.
“Oh shit, Nathan. You are one sexy fuck.”
His profanity played in my ears, to him it was unreal. I felt like I knew an extra level of him now, one that the rest of the world didn’t get to see. Sure, this was all probably a part of his public persona really, I wasn’t that naïve, but still… not everyone got to see this very naked and slightly vulnerable part of Rich Gold.
The pleasure seemed to catch me off guard, consuming me so quickly. One minute I was myself, the next moment the tsunami of bliss had crashed over my entire body and I was a buckling, crumbling mess. I clung to Rich’s hands, just to keep me upright, and for a tender, sweet moment he fixed me in place.
Maybe that was romance, or maybe he just needed me exactly where I was while the pleasure consumed him whole too. Either way, it felt nice. I enjoyed being held by him while we shared some joy, and it helped me to continue with that sensation that I was special. That I meant something.
“Wow, that was incredible,” Rich groaned wearily, running his mouth over my neck. “You are something else.”
I wanted to vocalize that I felt the same way, but my mouth had clamped shut once more. It had vanished, just for a second, but now the shyness was back with a vengeance. It clamped down on my organs, squeezing the air from my lungs, sending me right back into the trap I’d always been surviving in.
After all, I was Nathan Riggs, a nobody. He was Rich Gold. Rock star, beloved by everyone.