Motley stopped, pulling the sticks from my mouth and readjusting them to sit across my throat. He constricted my breathing, and I liked it. He then leaned against me, pressing deep inside while I gasped. His hand reached around, one still holding the drumsticks against my throat, the other now on my dick. “How badly do you want me to come inside your tight ass, songbird?” He roughly shoved himself deep with a grunt.
“Fuck!” I cried out.
Motley stroked me faster, playing with my excitement. “Tell me,” he groaned between thrusts.
My arms ached from clenching the bed so tight. I was about to come myself, the overwhelming feeling and excitement nearly rupturing as I felt him. “So bad,” I cried out. “So fucking bad.” My mouth gaped wide open and I began to come. Motley refused to stop, but instead played with me, forcing me to come hard. My moans were so loud and intense, my throat burned from them. My dick jumped while intense ropes of cum shot from my body, spewing in all directions while my body trembled, and I nearly fell over from the intense euphoric wave that washed over me. Motley reluctantly released my dick, holding the drumsticks tight against my neck, and fucked the shit out of me. I continued to come as he did so, my breathing nearly cut off, but it somehow intensified the moment while extending my orgasm. He cried out, trembling as he came inside me, pushing all of him in as far as possible while filling me up with his cum. It seeped out from all around him and dripped down my legs. We didn’t stop, but instead continued to fuck as if it wasn’t possible to separate ourselves from one another.
Eventually, after what felt like hours, we slowed our pace. Motley removed the drumsticks and slumped his body along my back. We both were now covered in sweat and panting,exhausted yet buzzing from the sex. “Fuck, Kash,” he breathed. Motley kissed my back gently. “I don’t think I can move.”
I smiled and blew the hair from my eyes. “Then don’t.” I then dropped my body forward, and we crashed onto the bed. Motley and I laughed as he wrapped his arms around me, still buried inside my body. He nestled his face into my hair along the back of my neck, and we sat there, trying to calm our breathing. It was peaceful and relaxing. I didn’t want to leave. Ever.
“Hey, Motley?” He lifted his head and I turned mine to look up at him. “Why do you think Guy was harassing you earlier?”
He kissed my back. “I’m not sure. He seemed convinced that he knew some dark secret about me or whatever.” He kissed my back again. “But my past is no secret, so I’m not sure what the hell he was even talking about. Why?” I shook my head. “Hey.” He brushed my hair back and tucked it behind my ear. “Don’t let him get to you. Guy is doing what he always does—trying to make a buck. He doesn’t know anything.” He kissed my mouth. “I promise.”
But what if he does? What if those ominous messages and threats I’ve been getting this whole time weren’t what I thought. What if they were Guy?
Three hard knocks broke the moment between us, followed by the sound of a female’s voice. “Motley?” We both jolted, realizing we couldn’t be seen like this. I mean, shit, Motley was literally still inside me.
“Fuck,” Motley groaned. “It’s Carmen.” He quickly pulled himself from my body, and I fucked up by moaning. His eyes widened, and I clasped my hand over my mouth. Motley rushed from the bed, snatching his clothes as he quickly dressed in a panic.
Shit.
“Hello?” Carmen wiggled the locked door. “Motley? Is someone there with you?”
Motley almost fell over trying to fix his pants, the sheets of his bed tangled around his foot as he tried to walk. “Shit! Yes—one second!” He motioned for me to hurry and hide and I did. I ducked behind him, holding my clothes and shoes. We exchanged a look, and I knew this would be hard to explain if I was seen. Motley took a deep breath and reluctantly opened the door.
Sunlight beamed through the crack. My eyes strained as the image of Carmen appeared. She had the most confused look on her face, eyeing Motley close. “Everything okay, Motley?” she asked, looking past him. I could tell she knew he wasn’t alone.
Motley cracked the sliver of the opened door shut some more to prevent her from seeing further inside. “Yeah—everything is fine! I was just taking a nap. You just startled me.” Smooth. I rolled my eyes.
Carmen crossed her arms. “Is that why your sheets are wrapped around your ankle?” We both looked down to see the bedding still clinging to him.
Motley kicked them away and tried to laugh it off. “Crazy, right? Sometimes I get so mobile in my sleep.”
“Mhm.” She flicked an eyebrow. “Anyways, Ducky wants us all to head out soon.”
“I’ll be down in a minute! I just need to take a quick shower. Night sweats and all.” Carmen rolled her eyes and waved him off. I ducked away as she walked by, and Motley shut the door.
We both exhaled with relief. “Think she bought it?” I asked.
Motley grumbled and made a face. “I have no fucking idea, but you need to get cleaned up before the show tonight. Don’t need Twila smelling me all over you.”
My face flickered with playfulness. “Then you better help me. Would hate to miss a spot.” Motley grinned and followed me to the bathroom.
MOTLEY
The crowd cheered and sang along with Kash, shadowing his words as everyone collectively sang as one. They all bobbed their heads to the beat as Carmen stepped forward and shredded out on her guitar. She had this little solo where the spotlight fell perfectly down on her, drenching her sweaty self in a pure electric blue hue while she performed. Kash and I exchanged a proud look and watched her. God, we were so fucking proud. To think, all this time, a dope ass guitarist who would become known all over the country was simply hiding behind a bar worried about where her next meal was coming from.
Carmen couldn’t stop smiling, and the energy of the crowd only fueled her. She was on fire, and all eyes were on her. I looked over to the side of the stage and noticed Ducky. He looked anxious, wiping his forehead as he watched her closely. The old man had really taken Carmen and her boy under his wing, and I could tell this whole stage dive was making him worried. He really was just an old teddy bear.
I don’t blame you, Ducky. I think we’re all pretty nervous.
Carmen hit the end of her solo, and we all watched. Her stage dive was quickly approaching. Kash locked eyes with her, and she nodded, signaling she was ready. Within the blink of an eye, she hit her last note and removed her electric guitar, setting it down. Carmen then rushed to the edge of the stage and jumped.Everything went silent, and everyone held their breath, watching as she soared through the air.
Please don’t fall. Please don’t fucking fall!
Carmen’s body hit the crowd and sound returned with a booming roar as they lifted her high. We collectively exhaled with relief. Kash gripped the microphone while I twirled my drumsticks. “The red-hot Carmen!” Lights strobed and the crowd lost it. I began to play my own solo as we both watched her surfing the crowd with her arms raised high. She was on a high better than even drugs could provide.
