“That’s all I’ll say about it tonight. I’m looking forward to seeing them play live,” she says, giving me a smile as she links her arm with mine and we wait to be served at the bar.
The boys have set up a VIP section in the bar, and we walk on over there, security letting us in as we take a seat. It’s not long till the show starts, and my heart flutters when I watch Chance stride onto the stage, his strong arms on display as he plucks the strings of the guitar. I know how strong those hands are, especially when they are wrapped around my dick. I get lost in watching him look like a rock god on stage, the way the sweat drips off his body, the way his dark hair flops around, his tattoos glistening under the lights. The fans are losing their minds. Chance catches sight of me dancing and singing in the VIP area, and a sly smile falls across those plump lips. Lips that I can’t seem to stop looking at as he sings. Fuck he is hot. So, fucking hot.
“Close your mouth, D, you’re drooling,” Stacey teases, breaking me from the spell Chance is weaving on me.
My phone buzzes. The Sons of Brooklyn boys have left the stage, and Dirty Texas have jumped on stage for a medley of their hits. When I look down and read the message, I’m surprised.
Chance: Meet me backstage. Stat. Your name is at the door.
Derrick: Everything okay?
Chance: Yes.
“Hey, I’m going to the loo,” I tell Stacey. She’s too busy singing and dancing to Dirty Texas to question why I’m leaving during their set. I slowly make my way through the crowd to the backstage area, where I’m stopped by security. Shit.
“Hi, I’m Derrick Jones,” I tell the security guy. He nods and lets me through.
Derrick: I’m in, where are you?
Moments later, Chance sticks his head out of a room and calls me in. As soon as the door is shut behind me, he pushes me up against the door and kisses the hell out of me. I’m surprised by the public nature of the kiss, but I’m soon caught up in it.
“I fucking need you.” Chance groans as he rubs himself against me. “On your knees, Derrick,” he commands in my ear. I do as he asks and slide to my knees. Chance already has his cock out of his jeans and is shoving it in my mouth before my knees hit the floor. “Watching you singing and dancing to my music is so fucking hot.” He curses as he thrusts into my throat. “My dick was hard all night, and all I could think about was your mouth wrapped around it.” Me too. Chance runs his fingers through my hair as he continues to face fuck me. “Yes. This is what I fucking needed.” He curses as he takes what he needs. Guess this is his adrenaline needing an outlet, and that outlet is my mouth andhis cock. Totally fine with me as he continues to take what he needs, repeatedly, until he comes down my throat. “You’re so fucking perfect, Derrick.” He grins down at me with those blue-green eyes and devilish smirk that makes me want to spend forever on my knees for him. He tucks himself back into his jeans and helps me up. My cock is a steel rod in my jeans, but the sudden knock at the dressing room door has Chance freezing. There’s a panicked look on his face as it pales at the thought of getting caught.
“I’m busy. Who is it?” Chance calls out, clearly irritated by the interruption.
“It’s Sherry,” The female voice calls out.
Chance stills. “Shit.” My shoulders slump at the realization. “I can explain, Derrick,” he says.
“There’s nothing to explain,” I reassure him, even though I feel like a fool. “Come in,” I call out, much to Chance’s annoyance, and a beautiful redhead strolls in and pauses when she sees Chance and me.
“Oh.” She pauses, looking between the two of us. Does she suspect something?
“Hi, I’m Derrick, Chance’s stylist,” I say, holding out my hand to her. Relief falls across her face.
“Hi, so nice to meet you. I’m Sherry, agoodfriend of Chances,” she says brightly.
I nod. “Great show tonight, we’ll catch up later.” I turn to Chance. “I’ll leave you two to it,” I say as I make my way toward the door.
“You don’t have to go,” Sherry calls out.
I still and turn around. “I think I do.” I look past Sherry to where Chance is standing.
“Maybe we can all have some fun together. Chance usually needs help coming down after a show.” She smirks, turns to Chance, and I watch in slow motion as she walks up to him,grabs his face, and kisses him. It’s a gut punch. Especially as my own lips had just been there. As she kisses him, she looks over at me gauging my reaction.
“I’ll leave you both to it,” I say and walk out the door.
“Derrick?” Isla asks as I walk out of the dressing room.
“Hey, babe,” I say, slapping on my megawatt smile, the one I show everyone while keeping my true thoughts at bay. “Sounds like the guys are killing it on stage.”
Her blonde brows pull together as she stares at me. “Are you okay?”
“Of course,” I reassure her, then the dressing room door opens, and Chance comes out. He stops as he sees Isla standing there, then Sherry pops her head out.
“She’s beautiful. Do you think she will want to play?” Sherry asks Chance, who rolls his eyes.
Isla’s eyes widen before they narrow, and she looks at Sherry icily. “Ew. No thank you.”
