Chapter 25

With Faise on top of me, his half hard dick still in my ass, I was too blissed out to move an inch.

And feeling his cum inside me? Don’t ask me to describe it, I’d be here all night.

Speaking of all night, once I caught my breath (would I ever?) it was my turn to return the favor. Maybe I’d start off with a blowjob first. And yeah, picturing Faise fucking my mouth was just as hot as everything else between us.

Not just that.

It was intense. Primal in a way that had me wanting to pound my chest and run through the streets, yelling ‘this man is mine’. For guys like us, who’d all but run screaming from that kind of ownership, it was telling. I saw the vulnerability in his eyes, the tears he couldn’t hide and fuck, it made me fall that much harder for my boo.

He was moving in here, with me, and that was that.

Forever. The end.

Well, not the end. To me, it was just the beginning.

I shifted, kissing the top of his head, and he let out a sigh that was pure contentment. It made me smile and squeeze him tighter. My cock was already chubbing up, ready for round two.

I’d never been fucked so thoroughly before. No. Fucked was not the right word. If anyone asked me what it was like sleeping with my best friend, I wouldn’t know what to say. Or rather, there was too much.

Do you have eternity?

There was no weird tension like there was sometimes with a stranger. No pretenses, no show. No pretending to be something I wasn”t. Most people I’d fucked around with loved the idea of screwing me because I was a famous musician. That was fine, it was what it was. I soaked up their adoration too, so it worked both ways. But they didn’t get the real me. They got my rockstar persona.

Some musicians lived that way twenty-four seven—at shows, backstage, and in their day-to-day. But I had to keep something for myself. For me, and my friends and family. Otherwise, when the time comes to leave that spotlight forever, what are you going to do? Too many musicians couldn’t handle it when their fame waned. I didn’t want that. I was not going to be a shadow haunting the stage.

“I’m going to give you back some of your advice,” Faise muttered as he finally lifted his head up and looked at me. He gently pulled his cock out of my ass, and I felt more cum slip out of my hole. I’d never fucked bareback and it was the hottest thing ever. “Stop thinking so hard.”

I laughed and rolled him over, blanketing him with my heavier body.

“I was just thinking about how incredible this feels,” I confessed, cupping his face in my hands. “I never have to be anything but myself with you. And even if we didn’t have music, we’d still have each other.”

He turned his head and kissed my palm, his soft lips teasing my skin, sending a shockwave through my body. Just like that, I needed him again.

I bent down, taking his lips in a heated kiss.

We made out for ages, with sultry kisses and languid sighs, one taste more decadent than the next. His hands moved down over my back, to the swells of my ass, pulling me in closer. Our dicks were ready to go again, straining hard against each other, and I tilted my hips, needing more friction, needing to feel every inch of his skin against mine.

I kissed my way down his jaw, along his tender neck, and across his smooth pecs. I slid my tongue over one nipple, over his piercing, and sucked hard. Faise grabbed my hair in his hands and tugged me closer, urging me on, writhing beneath me.

“Love that,” he moaned. “More.”

I kissed my way over to his other nipple, licking it and giving it the same attention. When I slid my tongue around his piercing, Faise let out a filthy groan worthy of any porn star.

“Jesus Christ, I could come again. Just like this.”

“That’s a sexy idea, but first, I want to fuck you,” I whispered, moving my mouth down his body, kissing every inch of his chest, his abs. I slid one hand down to his ass. “I want you to walk around with my cum in your ass.”

Faise gripped my hair harder and hissed. “Holy shit, Ro, stop talking and just do it.”

I laughed out loud at his impatience, and the feeling was so fucking good. Only with Faise.

“Get on your knees,” I commanded. “And hold on to the headboard.”

“Still too much talking and not enough fucking.”

I grinned, and sat up, rolling him over with ease.

He grunted and humped the mattress. “Yes, please. You need to do that more.”

“You like it when I manhandle you?”

“Without question,” he moaned and pushed up onto his knees, his taut ass on full display. He glanced over his shoulder and gave me a saucy wink. “Well, big boy? I’m waiting.”

“I’m lubing,” I quipped as I fumbled around for the tube of lube.

It took me three tries to open the damn thing, and every time, Faise laughed harder, so hard, the bed was shaking underneath us.

“You need help, baby?” he chuckled.

I flipped him off and then, finally, flipped the cap open.

His throaty laughter echoed in the room. It made my dick hard and my pulse race. Needing inside him now, I slicked up my cock. My erection was so hard, I was lightheaded. I pushed one thick finger inside him, watching his tight pink hole take me in.

“Fucking shit, that’s sexy,” I groaned.

“Ngh. Yes,” Faise whispered and pushed his ass back.

I slid another finger in, stretching him, fucking him until he was begging.

“I’m ready,” he panted.

“Not yet,” I replied, and added a third finger.

I had a big dick (not to brag, but yeah) and there was no way I was going to rush this part of the process. I wanted to make it as good for him as he’d made it for me. And knowing that Faise didn’t bottom often, I wanted to be sure he was prepped enough. He came first.

Once I’d added more lube, and the glide was easier, we were good. I used one hand to push his head and shoulders down to the mattress, holding him there. At this angle, his ass was all mine, his tight hole a temptation that I was not going to resist.

“This good?” I asked, wanting to be sure that he was okay with being held down.

“Hottest fuck of my life and you haven’t even gotten inside of me yet,” he replied, his answer muffled by the duvet.

I slid my other hand over his ass, memorizing the feel of his skin under my heated palm. Fuck, Faise was smooth all over. I notched the head of my dick to his pretty hole, and I watched as his ass swallowed me up. And without the barrier of the condom, the heat around my cock was unreal.

“Oh God,” Faise whimpered. “More, Ronin. Give it all to me.”

“I wish you could see how beautiful you are.”

Faise moaned, shifting, spreading his legs wider.

“And your ass around my bare cock is just incredible.”

Gripping his hips tightly, I punched my hips forward, rocking into him. Every time I thrust, the headboard rattled against the wall, making a loud racket. Shit. The last thing I needed was my bodyguard breaking down the door.

Just the thought of anyone else seeing Faise’s body like this, hearing his moans of pleasure, had my possessive streak running hotter.

I rutted in and out, setting a punishing pace, fucking into him. It was too good and I knew I wasn”t going to last long. Sweat trickled down my face and my neck, my chest. I was panting like I was running a goddamn marathon. Or like I did at the end of our performances when I would run across the stage.

But this high was one that could never, ever, be duplicated.

I slid one hand down around Faise’s hip and gripped his leaking cock in in my hand. I tried to time my thrusts while stroking him off, but I was too far gone. I pulled Faise back against me as I fucked into him in a frantic rhythm. He cried out my name, and begged me to go harder, faster. Begging me for more.

His body shuddered, and his dick jerked in my hand, hot cum lashing my skin. Pleasure knocked the breath right out of me as I gyrated against his ass, coming deep inside him.

And when I looked down and saw my cum dripping out of his ass, around my dick?

I’d never seen anything sexier.

Pulling out of him gently, I scooted back down the bed and leaned down to lick his hole. Faise jolted, let out another needy groan, and then collapsed on the bed. I kissed my way up his body. He glanced over his shoulder, and I didn’t hesitate to take his lips in a mauling kiss. Tasting him and my cum. So dirty. So delicious.

“What the hell was that?” he asked me when we finally came up for air.

“That was years of edging. Give me a minute, and we’ll try for round three.”

I blanketed his body with mine, unable to move an inch.

“Too heavy?” I whispered.

“Don”t you dare fucking move.”