“Once or twice. Maybe you could show me better than you could tell me?”
I bite my bottom lip, looking over to the locked door of our dressing room. “I definitely could.” I push the jacket of his suit off his shoulders. “This jacket looks fantastic on you.” But right now, I think it looks better on the floor.
“Thank you.”
I get down on my knees and free his dick from his pants. “These pants are the perfect fit for you.”
He hisses when I take him in my hands, tugging from base to tip. “Shit. I’m glad you like them.”
“I really do. You know what else I like?”
“What’s that?”
“The taste of you.”
He looks down at me with hooded eyes. “Get a taste, then.”
I take him in my mouth, using my hands for what doesn’t fit. When he hits the back of my throat, I gag around him and then take some more.
“Fuck, Dani.”
I hum with content at his loss of control. It does it for me every time.
He yanks me to a standing position and turns me around to face the vanity mirror in the room. He makes eye contact with my reflection as he pulls my hair to gain more access to my neck. “How was your taste?”
I lick my lips and stick out my tongue. “Delicious.”
His head falls to my shoulder, planting a small kiss there. “Spread your legs for me, Storm.”
I do as he asks, enjoying the view of him flipping the train of my dress up to expose my ass. He grabs a fistful, rubbing his dick between the globes before sliding his fingers around to my clit.
His thumb rubs circles onto my clit while three of his fingers pump inside of me. I arch my back, wanting to feel more of him.
“More,” I demand.
I reach back for his dick, but he swats my hand away. “You know the rules, Storm. You come, then we come.”
He pumps his fingers harder, and I bite down on my lip. “Shit, right there. I’m almost there.”
When his fingers send me over the edge, I hear the telltale signs of a condom wrapper before I feel him stretch me wider. “Does my greedy girl wanna come again before she has to go on stage?”
“Yesss,” I sing. So desperately.
He slams into me, the legs of the mirror rattling loudly.
I want to scream, but I don’t want anyone coming back here to interrupt us. I slam my eyes shut to keep the sounds down.
“Want some help with that?” Micah’s voice lures my eyelids to open.
I look at his reflection, cautiously nodding.
He holds up his finger, the one coated in my release. “Bite down.”
Without a second thought, I grab his finger and suck it into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his finger, making him melt into me. Releasing his finger with a pop, I say, “Come with me.”
“Fuck,” he groans.
“Now, Micah,” I command.
