I wiggled around, playfully trying to fight back, but he locked my hips with his legs.
“I can’t hear the song like this,” I protested.
Instead of letting me go, he brought his lips to mine. He kissed me in time with the beat. The sounds of his breath, the smacks of his lips against mine, and the rustling of our clothes, mixed with the music as if they had always belonged together.
His mouth moved to my neck. “You’re not humble or shy when we fuck. Come on. Show me that side when we make music, too.” He sat up, hovering his face above mine. “You know, I can dominate you, too. But we both know it’s so much better when you take control.”
“Are you still talking about music?”
“I’m talking about everything. I want you to make me fight for my place in our songs, just as much as you make me fight for it when we fuck.” He tightened his grip on my wrists. He locked his eyes on mine, daring me to go for it.
I put all my strength into my arms and easily broke free from his grip. My hands rushed to his hips, and I flipped him over. “Is this what you want?”
He wiggled himself free, rolled onto his stomach, and crawled away, giggling. “It’s not enough.”
I grabbed his leg and pulled him back toward me, making him let out a shriek of laughter. I jumped on his back. Now that he was facing the floor with me on top, he couldn’t get away so easily.
“Is this more to your liking?” I asked.
“You’re only giving like fifty percent,” he said, still wiggling around.
“Are you serious?”
“Our music has the potential to blow people’s clothes off. Well, I’m still wearing my pants.”
“You just want me to fuck you again.”
He glanced at me, a smirk on his face. “So what?”
I pressed my bulge against his ass. This guy brought out a side of me I both liked and feared. But my hard-on gave me all the answers I needed. I pinned his wrists behind his back with my right hand, which was easy since his attempts to fight back were just a decoy by now, and pulled down his pants with my left, exposing his ass.
“You’ll get what you ask for.”
“Finally.”
I unzipped my pants, freed my hard dick, and lined myself up with his hole. I spat into my hand to slick him up, then slid the tip of my cock between his cheeks and pushed inside. Sebastian moaned. His breathing quickened. He arched his lower back andlifted his ass up higher. Inch by inch, I worked my way in until I was fully inside him. I pulled out slightly, then thrust back in, drawing another moan from his lips.
“This is it, Alex. Make me yours.”
This guy was something else. He made me so fucking horny—for him, for music, for life.
Slipping my arms under his shoulders, I pulled him tight against me, holding him as I moved. If he needed me wrapped around him, he was going to get it. At least this way, I could give something back for everything he had done for me. And he liked it. The more spontaneous, fast, and dirty our sex was, the more it seemed to satisfy him. Which was probably why I could just plunge into him without much foreplay and fuck him until I came—something I was already close to after only a few minutes, because this turned me on just as much as it did him.
My ears brought me back to reality. Even with Sebastian moaning and fogging my brain, I picked up the quiet footsteps and voices downstairs.
Sebastian let out another moan that I muffled by clamping my palm around his mouth.
“Shh,” I whispered. “There’s someone downstairs.”
I slowed down, but I couldn’t stop moving. His ears perked up. He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes ordering me to finish what I had started. Even though it was stupid and risky, I was too far gone to think straight. I couldn’t tell exactly who was downstairs, only that there were at least two guys, and that the voices didn’t seem to be getting any closer. So in my mind, there was no harm in continuing.
With renewed fervor, I thrust in and out of Sebastian, pressing my chest against his back. Our breathing quickened as the orgasm built. The sound of our bodies slapping together grew louder for a moment before I pushed my cock as deep into him as possible and shot my load. Sebastian bit his lip to keepquiet, but he couldn’t hold back all his moans, forcing me to press my hand harder over his mouth.
For ten seconds, we lay there, catching our breath, before I pulled out and rolled off him.
“Sorry, I didn’t take care of you properly, but I think I need to check who’s downstairs,” I whispered. “I’ll make it up to you later.”
“Why do you think I didn’t finish?”
