“You make me feel like I’m about to come from your kisses alone,” I whisper, rubbing against him.
“Good. I want to watch some more.”
Baylor drops to his knees behind me so fast, I have to catch myself on the counter with my hands. With my ass already shamelessly out, I’m in the perfect position for him to spread my cheeks and land a warm wet tongue against my hole.
“Holy fuck.” One hand goes to the wall above the counter, my ass all but trying to ride his face as he kisses and sucks, eating my ass like it’s a treat from the display case at Sweetness.
It dimly occurs to me that backstage is loud as fuck, and thank god, because there is no way anyone walking by won’t know what we are doing.
Then, thoughts cease. Baylor’s only reaction to how loud I am is to flick his thick tongue inside me.
I’m not able to get past needy whimpers when Baylor’s is covering my back again, my ass still desperately pressed against him, only this time, my skin hits his.
“Yes, yes,” I say, adjusting hip angle and anything else I can to get him in me.
I hear something tear, and see his hand move in the mirror, clearly prepping himself. Two slick fingers rub my hole and I all but shove myself back on them.
“No, your dick. Please.”
I watch in the mirror as he obliges, and my body moves to accommodate him inside me. My chest comes forward, my hips widen, and my eyelids flutter with the full feeling.
Now moved on to the other shoulder, Baylor kisses down my neck and behind my ear. Despite how I am trying to get him in me in record time, he’s slow and careful.
“How’s that, love?” he asks as he finally bottoms out.
I can feel his full balls against my ass, and his thick cock in me.
“Fucking heaven. Feels amazing. Always.”
Baylor moves, rolling his hips, pushing in and out of me as our heated gazes lock in the mirror.
He spreads his big hands across my body, teasing my hard nipples as he moves his hips. His gaze is focused on my face, the ripples of pleasure, my open mouth trying to breathe.
Christ, this is everything I haven’t had in thirteen long years.
“Don’t stop,” I plead. It feels too good. But, I know I’m going to need it harder than this if I’m going to come. It’s got to meet the intensity of that show. Of us. Not now, but soon.
Baylor is content to continue fucking me deep and coaxing sighs and whines as he plays with my sac or gently teases the slit of my cock.
“Don’t plan on stopping.”
Pleasure zings through me, then he takes the head of my leaking dick in his hand and twists.
“Fuck,” I call out. “More. Need more.” I try and pump my hips on his dick, but he won’t let me. “Need you tofuck me, Bee.”
Baylor rolls his hips up, raising me to my tiptoes over the counter, and his big hand wraps my cock. With perfect timing he fucks me and jacks my cock at the same time. Hard, powerful thrusts from his tree-trunk thighs have me seeing black spots in my vision.
I need something to claw, something to hold on to, but there’s nothing. No other outlet for this but to let the climax take over.
And take over it does. I’m panting his name as my body shudders my release and milks his cock. I can feel him unload in me while I come. God, why does that always prolong everything and render time meaningless?
Baylor is quieter than me, muffling his shouts against my own sweaty skin.
His hand is still dripping with my release when he plants it on my hip and eases out of me, putting me back on flat feet.
“Bend over.”
I do, and from the mirror our eyes catch once more as he lowers himself behind me.
