Caroline
Our bodies sway rhythmically to the music. They’re amazing. Better than I could imagine. It’s as if they are possessed by the music. They are one with the music. Each lyric touches me. Each beat entrances me. I’m transfixed.
I stare longingly at Matt onstage. This is where he comes alive, not in the classroom, not as Mathewson, but here. It’s obvious this is his passion.
He’s a whole new person, a person I want to know, spend time with, a man I want to taste again and again.
The need I feel for him is palpable; I’m so lost in him that eventually, I feel a tugging on my arm.
“They’re done.”
“What?” I’m still watching him onstage.
“The show, Caroline. It’s over. Are we going backstage?”
As if conjured, a security guard walks up to us and hands us badges.
“Matt said to meet him in the back. Just walk down the hall, second door on the left,” he says.
We’re escorted through the door backstage and left to our own devices to find the room.
I’m so excited to see him. To tell him how amazing I find him. We pass the first door, and as we’re about to turn in the second door, I hear people talking. I lift my arm, then halt its descent and put my finger to my lips, indicating we should be quiet and not intrude.
I can’t make out every word but from what it sounds like, there is a scout in there with the band and they were just offered the opportunity of a lifetime. A contract and a ton of new gigs. He’s rattling off dates of gigs when my stomach drops. One date rings in my ear like a sucker punch. The day the auction closes.
There is no way they’ll say no; this could be the concert of their lives.
Why does it have to be on the same night? What if someone outbids him at the last minute? I feel sick, but I still understand.
I care about him enough that I’m not even mad. This is a game changer and I’m just the girl he’s with for the moment. With a tight smile, I nod to the girls and walk through the door, announcing my presence right away.
“Great show, guys!”
Hoots, hollers and cheers ring out from the band. Matt smirks as he comes up to me, kissing my cheek.
“You came.”
“Of course I did. It was part of the bet, right?” He chuckles. “You were fantastic.”
“He was, wasn’t he?” the guy who must be the recruiter says as he pats Matt on the back. “These guys are going places.”
“We sure are,” Rocky shouts. “Shots all around.”
Shots are passed around, but I shake my head, declining the alcohol.
“Come on, Carol,” Rocky chides. “You can’t turn down a celebratory shot.”
“Leave her alone, man. If she doesn’t want the shot, she doesn’t have to take it.” Matt comes to my rescue. I beam up at him. He looks down at me with an affection that can’t truly be there after only going on one official date. But it’s there. I can’t be imagining it.
“I’ll have one. To celebrate you,” I say, smiling.
He winks. “Only one.”
I nod.
We celebrate, and the disappointment I felt fades for the time being. Grabbing a bottled water, I chase the aftereffects away from the tequila. I don’t want to be drunk. I want to spend time with Matt. Alone.
An hour goes by and the band tells stories of their beginning with Punch-Drunk Kids. I get to know the other band members a little better. Rocky is the loudest of them all and clearly a player with a capital P, but I love him already. Kip has an Australian accent, which leaves me questioning when he came into the mix. They all went to high school together, but Kip is definitely not American-born. He’s outgoing and fits right in. Ian is the strong, silent type, sitting in the corner watching everyone. He’s a hard nut to crack, but nothing like Tyce, who hasn’t spoken a word. He seems shy, which is out of character for the rest of these guys.
Matt walks past me, motioning with his head to follow him out the door. I do, eagerly. He moves at a clipped pace and I’m having a hard time keeping up.
“Where are we going?” I call out to his back.
“Hurry. I don’t want them to see us,” he says without turning around. He gets to a door, pushes it open and steps into an empty room. I follow, allowing the door to shut behind me.
“Taking what I want for once in my life,” he practically growls, pinning me to the wall.
“And what is it you want?” I choke out.
“You.”
His mouth crashes against mine as his hands wrap around me, pulling me toward him. I let out a mewling sound at the sensation and he uses the opportunity of my mouth opening to slip his tongue inside. He tastes amazing. I can’t get enough.
Our tongues swirl together in a perfect rhythm. His hands lower until he’s grabbing the globes of my ass, pulling into him until I feel the hard ridge of his erection against me.
“More,” I moan. “I need more.” My voice sounds desperate and needy. I press closer into him and rub myself wantonly.
He separates from me, panting heavily at the heavy makeout session.
“I think”—he inhales deeply trying to calm himself—“we need to slow down. I don’t want to go farther than you’re ready for. I want things to be right for you.”
“Oh, shut up.” I drop to my knees before him and pull him out of his pants. His thick, veiny cock is weeping at the tip.
My tongue sweeps at his skin, licking the moisture that’s collected. My hand reaches out and follows the ministrations of my mouth. Gripping him. Stroking him. Licking him. Up. Down. Root to tip. I suck him hard, sliding him down my throat. Bobbing my head all the way to the base until he almost makes me gag. I love it.
I love the feel of him inside me, almost choking me.
I fuck him with my mouth, his hands pushing into my scalp as he climbs closer and closer to release. And then it happens. He erupts. He explodes in my mouth. I taste his salty essence on my tongue and swallow.