I’d like to say that’s why I’m so hard and desperate right now, but the truth is, I’ve been a walking boner the entire week. Will and I have been fucking like rabbits since Christmas. My poor ass probably needed the break it’s gotten since we flew in yesterday morning. There’s no talking me down right now, though. I’m about to quietly let Will know that we need to get out of here and find somewhere private right fucking now before I combust, but it seems I’m not the only one having these kinds of thoughts.
The moment the lights go out, Will grabs my wrist and makes a beeline stage right while the fireworks are still exploding in the sky. The stage behind us explodes in a flurry of activity, some of the roadies and equipment managers getting a head start on breaking down the stage, while others watch the fireworks.Either way, no one seems to be paying attention to us, not that I know where we’re going. There’s nothing over here but a dark corner and thick curtains.
Oh.
Suddenly, Will pushes me in front of him. My back hits the wall with an oomph, and the curtain that’s bunched up into the corner jostles. Will is on me before I can say anything, pressing his sweaty body to mine and kissing me with a need that matches the fire pumping through me. It’s messy and hot and fast, his hand sliding up my side, fingers digging in through my sweat-soaked shirt. He pushes his hips into mine, his cock as hard and needy as mine.
I groan so loudly someone might hear it over the commotion of the crowd filtering out of the arena.
“Happy New Year,” he murmurs, voice rough and husky.
I make a sound that’s halfway between a laugh and a gasp, and he grins against my mouth. “This is so inappropriate,” I whisper, even as I tilt my head to the side so he can run his tongue and lips down my neck.
His hand dips lower, gripping my ass hard, pulling my thigh up to wrap around him. I grip his shoulders hard. “Will,” I whine.
“I need you. Right now.”
I nod fervently, all sense lost to the lust rushing through my veins. Will flips me around, pushing my chest to the wall and pulling my hips out. He grinds his hard cock into my ass and I whimper, reaching down to undo my jeans and push the tight fabric down my thighs.
Will’s fingers push into my ass, covered in something slick and hot.
Jesus, was I really going to let him fuck me without even thinking about lube? Thank fuck he has the presence of mind to—wait.
“You have lube?”
“I got some little travel packets in case we found ourselves alone in the hotel suite, and a few just happened to be in my jacket pocket. The longer I stared at your sexy ass on stage, the more I needed you, and once I remembered they were in there, I couldn’t think about anything else.”
“God, I love you,” I rasp as two fingers push inside me. “Faster,” I hiss. “I need you inside me now, and we need to make this fast before someone comes looking for us.” I grunt as another finger pushes into me. “It’s fine… just get inside me. Please. Now.”
For once, Will doesn’t argue, feeling the heat as much as I am. He lines up and thrusts inside me in one hard push. I cry out, my hands gripping the curtains.
“Shit.” Will stills immediately, hands rubbing my sides and back in soothing motions. “That was too much. Are you okay?”
Letting out a hard breath, I nod. “I’m okay. I’m okay.” After another second, the burn starts to subside. “You can move now. It’s okay.”
Will pulls out and pushes back in slowly. I arch my back, pushing back against him.
“Will. I’m fine. You don’t have to be gentle. Fuckme!”
If it weren’t so loud in the stadium, I know everyone in the backstage area would have heard me, because just as I’m ordering him to fuck me, he pulls out and snaps forward. The last word flies out of my mouth on a surprised gasp.
The burn fades, a deep ache of pleasure taking its place. Will fucks me hard and fast, fingers digging into my hips to keep me steady as he rails me against the wall while I fight to stay quiet. My hand shuttles up and down my cock, trying to keep the same pace as his thrusts.
There are voices nearby, and the sounds of heavy boxes and equipment being moved around. It’s all way too close for comfort, but damn if it doesn’t ramp up my libido. Something gets pushed against the thick folds of curtain hiding us from the rest of the stage, and it undoes me. My orgasm tears through me, and I explode. Will’s hand clamps down over my mouth, forcing my head back. My back bows, changing the angle, and suddenly Will’s cock is pegging my prostate so hard and fast, so fucking good. It extends my orgasm, forcing it past pleasure and into almost painful overstimulation, my cock pulsing, trying to paint the wall with empty balls.
Will muffles his moans into my neck as he unloads inside me. “God damn,” he groans, pulling out and tucking himself back into his jeans. He ends up having to help me get my skinny jeans back over my ass, then peeks out onto the main stage. Before he steps out, he turns and steals one last quick kiss before walking away like nothing happened.
The drums and other equipment have already been packed up. No one notices us integrate into the mass of people running around backstage.
“Wow, they’re fast,” I say, jogging to catch up to Will, marveling at how quickly all the instruments, equipment, and wires have all been gathered up. “Crap! Sorry,” I say, patting a random security guy on the shoulder when I run straight into him.
He smiles, tucking his phone back into his pocket. “My fault. I wasn’t paying attention.”
Farther backstage, Eric and Zane are looking at us like we’re insane.
Eric points at me, then Will. “You’re fucking stupid.”
My cheeks heat. I cut my eyes toward Zane, and he rolls his eyes. “You really think either of us haven’t known something was going on with you two for months?”
