My eyes watered as my mouth stretched around him, and I arched and twisted while he fucked me. Moans shot from the back of my throat as I surrounded him, and I knew he was enjoying the sound of me. I gripped his thighs and pulled myself further along him, staring straight up at his god-like body. Motley stared down at me and gripped a handful of my hair while he thrusted harder. He licked his lips and smiled as he held nothing back. Fuck, he was so fucking delicious.
That’s right, drummer boy. Fuck me like your life depends on it.
Motley broke free from my mouth and rotated around until he was facing away from me. He reinserted his dick into my mouth and sucked on his fingers before he leaned forward, and I felt something across my backside while he resumed fucking my face. I knew exactly what it was. It was the microphone he had earlier, and I knew exactly what he was going to do with it. He used his wet fingers to lube me up before pushing the microphone inside me. A loud moan vibrated down his shaft, and he pushed himself and the microphone deeper. He then leaned down and licked the dripping tip of my dick. My nails dug into his thighs, and I gently grazed his shaft with my teeth. He retaliated by completely taking me into his mouth. It was unbearably erotic and painfully pleasing to have him fuck me in so many different ways at the same time. And I barely could control the way my body was just pulsating with ecstasy. I stood no chance against him, and within only a few minutes of being fucked, I neared my orgasm.
Precum shot out of my dick as I struggled to breathe, fighting back every nerve and ounce of my body not to cum. Fuck, it was no use. I was too weak, and Motley was too fucking good.
I nearly choked on my cries and moans as I came straight into his hot mouth. I could feel his throat constricting as he sucked and swallowed every drop of me. He increased his speedwith the microphone and began to also come inside my mouth. He came harder than I did, and despite me swallowing, his warm cum dripped down my face. I squeezed his thighs tighter and bobbed my head.
That’s right. Let it all out, big boy. Fuck me until there’s nothing left.
And he did.
SEVEN
KASH
It had beena couple days since the paparazzi incident that occurred backstage and my overwhelmingly amazing night with Motley. After our time together, we talked about how I needed to not only return to the hotel and check on Twila, but that I needed to be there for her. She was pretty shaken up from everything, and as her boyfriend, she needed me. Surprisingly, Motley was perfectly fine with it. I expected him to be a bit resistant, but I guess after everything that happened in the woods between us, he felt more confident in where we stood. And he seemed to be a bit more understanding of my unusual position with Twila.
“Turn it up.” I looked down at the TV remote and clicked the tiny volume button. We were lying in our motel bed, half dressed, smoking and watching the local news. I lifted the cigarette from my mouth to Twila’s as she inhaled deeply. “Oh!” She smacked my chest and coughed on the cloud of smoke. “Look!” She pointed to the TV. The news reporter was speaking and pointing to a lake behind him, and I recognizedit immediately. Fuck. “Hey, isn’t that near the campground the band stayed at?” Twila asked. I sat up, and she fell from my arms. “Hey!”
“Shhh!” I turned the volume up and pressed the cigarette to my mouth while I listened closely to the reporter.
“What started as an arson case has now turned into a murder case.” My blood ran cold. “Recently, a body was discovered at the scene of the torched vehicle. A local fisherman and his son were out fishing when they caught something horrific. As of now, there are no official leads or statements from authorities; however, according to an inside source, evidence from the crime scene has been found.”
Evidence? What fucking evidence? We didn’t leave anything behind! Did we?
“Baby.” Twila smacked my arm and reached for the cigarette. “Give it back to me,” she whined.
“Shut the fuck up!” I snapped. She fell silent at my unusual temper, but all I could focus on was the TV.
“The investigation continues, and police are working around the clock to solve this brutal and heartless murder.” I grabbed my face in disbelief.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
“I can’t believe you spoke to me like that.” I turned to look at Twila, her eyes filled with bubbling tears. Shit. I shouldn’t have yelled at her. She didn’t deserve that.
“Babygirl—fuck—I’m sorry.” I reached for her, but she pulled back. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it, I just?—”
Twila scoffed. “Whatever!” She furrowed her brows and wiped her tears. “You know, ever since you returned from that little camping trip, you have been acting completely different. You stay out late, you’re coming back here worn out, and you’re completely ignoring me and my needs. I mean, what is it, Kash? Huh? Are you out on another bender, getting high andwasted? Or are you off fucking some fan? I mean, you have that mysterious bite mark on your neck and claim you have no idea how it even happened!” I hadn’t realized how obvious and stupid I had been. It was ignorant of me to think I could be so selfish and have them both without one of them noticing. I felt terrible. Twila didn’t deserve this.
I shook my head. “No, Twila. I would never?—”
She snatched the cigarette from my hand and smoked on it a bit. “Never fuck a fan? Yeah, sure.” She rolled her eyes. “Sometimes I think you forget how you met me. I was just a fan once. Remember? Now, look at me.” She exhaled. “Maybe it’s how things are with you rockstars. You find someone and make them feel special while claiming to fall in love, just to turn the other way and wander to the next, creating a trail of broken hearts.”
I reached for her. “Twila, no. You’re not some fan.”
Twila gently pushed my hand away. “Tell me the truth, Kash. If there’s no one else, then what is it? What changed? Did I do something? I mean, am I just not attractive to you anymore?” She wiped her eyes. “Do you…do you not love me anymore?”
No. I still love you. I just can’t tell you.I felt like a fucking ass.
I crawled over to Twila’s side and spoke in a gentle voice. “No. That’s not it at all. Babygirl, I promise, you are theonlygirl for me.” She continued to smoke and cry. “Twila, no. Baby, please. Don’t cry. I love you. I swear I do. Hey, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, okay?” I kissed her cheek softly. “There’s nothing going on.” I kissed her again. “I promise.” Another lie.
She turned her head and looked at me. “You promise you still love me?” I could see the pain in her eyes. I had been spending too much time with Motley and left her all alone. She had no one else out here with us. Just me. And she needed me. She needed to feel loved by me, and I had to show her that I did, in fact, stilllove her. It might not be the same way that I loved Motley, but I did. I loved her.
I nodded my head, put the cigarette out, and leaned close. “I do.” I kissed her cherry-red lips. “I love you, babygirl.” She kissed me back and whimpered ever so lightly. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I knew what I had to do. “I do,” I whispered between kisses. “I do.” Now, let me show you.
My fingers moved across her oversized shirt and across her nipples. She gasped and inhaled my air as I played with her. Her body rocked against mine, begging to be touched and pleased. It had been such a long time since we’d been intimate, and I felt bad. She must’ve felt so rejected and hurt by me, but I never intended to make her feel that way. “Oh, Kash,” she moaned. Her arms tightened around my neck, and I knew she was aching. My hand lifted her shirt, and my mouth fell from hers down to her breast. She moaned and arched her back in response to me. My fingers slid under her lingerie, and I could feel just how wet she was.
