But I want it all.
I want to kiss and lick every inch of his body, suck his cock until he’s trembling and begging me not to stop, and then pull away to watch him desperately squirm. “Beg more,” I moan,moving my hips faster against his mattress. “Louder. Say my name, baby boy.”
I’ll take my time stretching him to take me, all while demanding he keeps eye contact so I see every emotion in those beautiful, sky blue eyes. Just imagining them has me leaking in my boxers, so I roll over onto my back, lift my shirt up, and pull my cock out as fast as I can. “Sidney,” I gasp, my dick pulsing in my hand as I reach the end, and as I begin to come all over my stomach, my hips lift off the bed. “Fuuuck!”
I should be ashamed, but that blissful post-nut state takes over, and I lay there covered in cum for a while.
Does he even know how perfect he is? I should tell him. Iwouldtell him if I were brave enough, but right now I’m only brave enough to break into his trailer and jack off. I’ve done it for far too many years, and knowing I’m still that same coward I’ve always been has me coming down from my natural high faster than I expected to.
I don’t deserve that feeling anyway, so I clean myself off with his tissues, wash my hands and sneak out before he catches me in there.
He can never know how fucked up I truly am.
Chapter Ten:
Somebody
Sidney
Answer your fucking phone, Carter.
Pacing, I shake my head when Carter’s phone goes to voicemail for the third time. “Nothing. Has anyone gotten ahold of Levi?”
Bash shakes his head along with everyone else. “I’m good, go get his ass.”
Adrenaline pumps through me as I race through the arena and try to figure out where the hell we parked. Yet again, Levi is late. He missed soundcheck entirely, and he isn’t answering anyone’s calls. If he’s passed out, I’ll kill him — I just have to find him first.
It takes help from three security guards to find my way to the back parking lot, and when I notice the light on in Levi’s trailer, my hands ball into fists.
I swear to God.
“Levi!” I yell, slamming my fist on the door. “If you don’t open this door in five seconds, I’m coming in!”
I don’t wait the five seconds I offered. Rushing inside, I find him lying on the bed with a pillow covering his face, so I stomp over to rip it off ready to murder him, and then stop dead in my tracks. Where I expect to find him high out of his mind, what Ifind is something else entirely. He’s stone cold sober, and from the look of it, you’d think he never performed on stage in his entire life. “Sid, I think I’m dying.”
What in the...
Huffing, I take a second to breathe and soak in what I’m seeing. First he wants to hold hands and now he’s got stage fright?
“You’re not dying. Not yet, anyway. I’m too skinny to protect you when everyone you’ve ever met dogpiles you for missing the show.”
He covers his eyes with both palms, and growls. “I missed it? What time is it?”
“You didn’t miss it yet, but you’re on in fifteen. You missed soundcheck.” Sitting on the edge of his bed, I bump his knee. “What’s going on? And where the fuck is Carter?”
