“You’re so loud, all the other bands will hear you.”
“I don’t care.” Rick pushed his ass back.
Me neither, but he didn’t need to know that.
I wiggled my other cocktacle past his parted lips and slid it deep enough for him to gag, then retreated. “Suck.” My voice came out low as pressure built at my lower back, my cocks pulsing with the need to pump my man full of cum.
Rick’s face was to the side, allowing me to see his expression. The top keyboard buttons would imprint on his skin but he didn’t seem to mind as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I slapped his ass cheek with my hand hard enough for the sound to fill the cramped space.
“Stay with me.” I slipped out of his ass, leaving him rumbling words of protest around my mating tentacle, sucking with renewed vigor until I pulled out of his mouth as well.
“What can I do to make you feel good?” Rick asked, his eyes ablaze with lust.
“Follow my lead. You made my cock so wet already, I’m going to fuck myself with it.”
Rick’s hand flew to his hard-on, and he squeezed it, gasping. “Fucking hell, the image alone could make me come.”
I smacked his hand away. “Your dick is mine. Now, straighten up.” He did, and the movement caused his cock to bob, dripping pre-cum onto the carpeted floor of the bus.
The ceiling handles were probably there for grabbing during the ride but I had a different kind of ride in mind. I looked around and smirked, reaching for a stray guitar cable on a hook.
It wasn’t perfect, but it would do. I held the jacks on both ends in my hand and fed them through the handle above Rick’s head, letting the long cable dangle in front of my rockstar. “I’ll tie your hands so you won’t touch yourself.” It wasn’t a question, but I still waited for an enthusiastic agreement.
Rick nodded and grabbed onto the handle. “Please.”
I looped the cable through the bolted metal and around Rick’s wrists, watching how his pulse beat against his throat and his chest rose and fell with quick breaths. One glance at his dick told me it wasn’t from fear.
Once he was secured, I took a step back to admire his magnificent body, his triceps straining, his abs defined, the ring in his cock gleaming with pre-cum. Just like on every photoshoot with his band and every poster, he wore his necklace. The simple string with a shark’s tooth had to have a story for him to wear it for years. Maybe one day he’d tell me.
I stood with my back to him, our sweaty bodies sticking together as I arched to lick his cheek. He parted his lips, and I slid the head of my cocktacle into his mouth for a brief suck, then popped it out with a lewd sound.
His fascination with my tentacles assured me he’d enjoy the show I was about to give him. Stepping forward, I braced myself on the keyboard and directed the cock he’d just sucked on around my body and along my crack. “Watch.”
A low rumble left Rick, and he pulled on his bonds. The handle squeaked but held on.
I looked at him over my shoulder and released lubricant from my cockhead as I glided it around my pucker. I’d never done this in front of another person, as if fucking myself was somehow more private and too kinky for anyone to witness. Not for Rick, judging by his slack jaw, and his dick twitching and pointing at me.
Relaxing, I pushed in, filling my ass with my cock, brushing past my prostate and further. I bit back my moans so I could hear Rick’s needy whimpers instead. His eyes blazed with unadulterated lust as he thrust his hips into the air like he was imagining fucking me. I made a note of that, wanting to give him everything he might want from me.
“Would you—” Rick squeaked and cleared his throat. “Would you let me eat that ass one day?”
Oh, gods yes!“Tomorrow.” I smirked over my shoulder.
“So that’s my Christmas gift sorted.” Rick licked his lips, and fuck, how I longed to have that tongue on me.
“I love how insatiable you are.” I pulled my cock out with a wet squelch then slid it back again, reveling in the way Rick swayed on his feet watching my hole as it took my length.
“You give me no choice.” He exhaled a ragged breath. “You’re irresistible, absolutely fucking perfect.”
He was drunk on endorphins and was bound to say more than he meant, but his words touched my heart, nonetheless. The way he stood tied to the ceiling of my favorite band’s bus, praising me and straining for my touch, would remain in my memory forever. He was my friend and my fucktoy. The man I idolized, and one that would break me. I couldn’t let myself mourn the imminent loss of our touches yet. Now, it was time to make more memories to last a lifetime.
I kneeled in front of him and caught his pre-cum on my tongue. He thrust forward, and I captured his dick between my lips, sucking gently as I sent my free cocktacle between his ass cheeks. Obediently, Rick spread his legs, and I wiggled into his tight heat.
I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, playing with the thick ring there, dipping inside the slit. Gods, his moans were intoxicating, spurring me on. I released it only when his thigh muscles quivered in a sign of his incoming release. When I looked up at him, his eyes were glazed, and his cheeks flushed.
“Come in my mouth,” I said in a lust-laden tone.
Capturing his dick again, I pressed on his prostate with one cocktacle and on my own with the other. My experimenting since puberty taught me coordination of my limbs even when I was close to coming myself.
