Opening Night Backstage

" What are you doing back here?" I pull my boyfriend out of the line of sight and into the hallway that leads to the dressing rooms upstairs, head swiveling from side to side, looking for anyone who might catch us. "Seriously, Tommy, you can't be—"

"Had to see you." He looks at me the way a starving man might look at his favorite meal.

"Tommy," I reprimand.

Before I can take another breath or say another word, my back is to the wall, and his lips are on mine. It feels like it's been ages since we kissed like this, with this kind of earnestness. We haven't seen each other much over the past week, since I've been busy with tech rehearsals, and even before that, it seemed like we were always running in different directions. I wondered if he was even still into me.

But the pent up longing in this one kiss is undeniable. He tastes like concession stand candy and desperation.

For the briefest moment, I let myself lean into it and kiss him back. Fuck, I've missed this. His lips are soft against mine, his tongue teasing, his hands firm. I want to keep going, to kiss him until we're doing more than kissing, but now isn't the time.

I force myself to push him away. "You're not supposed to be here."

"It's intermission."

"Yeah. And I have to change."

"Good, I need you out of this." He plucks at the tan costume wrapping my body. "What even is this?"

"It's a leotard."

"That's the stupidest word I've ever heard. But I fucking love this on you." His hands run up and down the soft fabric and my skin heats from the touch. "You looked so good up on that stage, kitty cat. So fucking good, moving the way you did. Graceful. Hypnotic. So fucking hot."

He presses into me, and I can feel just how much he loved seeing me on that stage.

I giggle and bat his hands away, stepping to the side. "Stop that, Tommy. I don't know how you got back here, but you need to leave before we get in trouble."

"What are they gonna do? Slap my wrist? People sneak backstage all the time."

"Not easily. How did you even get past security?"

"That guy who played the fairy—what's his name?" He snaps his fingers, trying to remember.

"Puck?"

We're performing a musical adaptation of A Midsummer Night's Dream. Ironically, the guy playing Puck is actually named Puck. I'm not sure what his parents were thinking, but he's good. A triple threat. He's the newest addition to the theatre company, and some people say he shouldn't have such a lead role when he hasn't proved himself yet. Personally, I don't care. He makes the show better. He practically shines when he's on stage, and it makes the rest of us look better, too.

"Yeah, him." Tommy snaps his fingers one more time. "He let me in." His smile is wicked as he grabs my hand and drags me down the hall. "Even told me about the perfect place to… be discrete."

He swings open a door behind the stairs that lead up to the dressing room and pulls me inside. I've never been in this room before. Never even noticed it.

The room is jam-packed with props, old set pieces, and racks of unused costumes. A collection of fake trees makes it almost seem like we've stepped into a forest.

"I need you, Katie. Need you so goddamn bad."

The door closes with a loud click, snuffing out all the light. I can't see him anymore, but I can sense him closing in on me like a lion stalking its prey.

I gasp when his hands grab my shoulders and his lips claim mine again. Lifting onto the flat top of my toe shoes, I put us on an equal level, wrap my arms around his neck, and meet his hunger with my own. He needs this. Maybe I do, too.

Our kisses are lightning strikes, furious and frenzied. He bites my lip, sucks my tongue, devours me.

"I hated seeing you dance with that asshole."

The last number before intermission was a sensual dance showing the effects of Puck's meddling. It's one of my favorite numbers in the show, but I know right away what's got Tommy all worked up. The dance isn't what upset him. It's the kiss at the end.

He fists both of the straps at my shoulders and tugs, yanking my nude colored leotard to my waist in one pull. My exposed nipples pebble in the cool air.

Somehow, a few prop lamps all flicker on at once, exposing me to Tommy's hungry gaze. He's staring at me like I'm the most beautiful sight in the world, like I'm a piece of art, or the star of the show.

"When you kissed that fucker," he grabs my ass, "I wanted to jump on that stage and rip his fucking tongue out." He gives my asscheeks a punishing squeeze that makes me moan with pleasure.

I've never seen Tommy like this, so wild, so jealous and feral. A shiver skates up my spine. I tug on his hair and pull him closer, letting him know I'm here with him. And only him.

"It was a stage kiss, nothing more."

"Didn't look like it from the audience." His hands slide up my sides to cage my ribs. "He slipped you some tongue, didn't he?"

My breath stutters as he wraps a hand around my throat, just under my chin. I've wanted him to be rough with me. Begged him. But he's always nervous about it. The energy pouring off him now is anything but nervous. "Don't deny it, Katie. That wasn't just a stage kiss!"

This is a man ruled by his urges, governed by his desire for me. And I fucking love it.

His grip on my neck tilts my head up. "Tell me you're mine."

"Yours," I say, panting. "All yours."

He drops to his knees like a fallen tree, grabs the fabric at my waist and pulls the leotard and my tights all the way to my ankles in one long drag. He tries to tug my toe shoes off along with the material, and I laugh. Toe shoes aren't exactly easy to get on and off.

Bending to help him, I untie them and slip my feet out, wiggling my sore toes.

"What the fuck?" He takes in the sight of my swollen and bloody feet.

"It's nothing." I brush his hand away and step back, hiding my self-consciousness with a biting tone. "Are you going to fuck me or not, because I really need to go change."

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you, and later, I'm going to take you home and take care of these beautiful toes." He reverently bends forward, kissing first one aching foot and then the other. "I hate that you do this to yourself. But goddamn, is it sexy to see how talented you are."

His kisses move up my legs, but I stop him with a hand to his head and a slight tug on his hair. "We don't have time to make me come. Just do what you came here to do, quick. I don't want to get caught, and I don't want to be late for my cue."

"If you think for one second that I'm here just to take care of the hard-on I've had since you stepped onto that stage, you're wrong. If that was all this was, I'd go jerk off in the bathroom. I don't want a quick release for myself. I want to make you scream my name. I want you to know exactly how good I can make you feel. I want my cum dripping down your legs when you go back out on that stage to dance with that asshole."

I groan at the erotic, filthy image. He pushes my legs apart and buries his face in my pussy, eating me out with a desperation I've never experienced before. Not from him. Not from anyone.

"Tommy." He ignores me. "Tommy, there's not enough time." I tug on his hair. He groans and redoubles his efforts, slipping one finger inside me while his tongue flicks my clit. I want to fight it, to make him wait until the show's over, but I can't. I'm just as desperate for him as he is for me.

Trying to find purchase, I lean back against one of the prop trees, which is a mistake because it topples the second my weight is against it. I lose my footing and almost go down with it, but Tommy holds me steady, chuckling, breath warming my clit. He wraps one thigh over his shoulder and goes back to exploring every part of me with his tongue.

I don't normally climax quickly and we both know that, but Tommy doesn't care. He licks me like he has all the time in the world. One hand wraps around my thigh, keeping me locked to his face. Two fingers slide inside my pussy, pressing right where I want him. His other hand glides up my body to fondle my breasts.

I gasp, already feeling the build of a nearing climax. The tingling low in my spine. The hot, cold sensation in my pussy. The curl of my aching toes. Our obscene gasps and grunts and groans fill the room. I sound like a wild animal, needy and desperate. Feral.

"I'm…gonna…" my body seizes, "Tommy!"

Barely a breath, and he's taking my thigh off his shoulder, keeping hold of it as he stands. Pants already undone, he slams home while my pussy flutters around him.

He lifts my other leg, and I wrap both of them around his waist as he carries me over to a wall for support.

"Fuck, Katie, you're so damn wet. So damn hot. I'm gonna need you to…" He adjusts and grinds against me with his cock buried to the hilt. "Come again for me, gorgeous. Ride my cock like it's your own personal fuck toy."

I do as he asks, tilting my hips to get a good angle, rubbing my clit against his lower abs as my movements drive him against my g-spot.

His pants are at his knees now and I grip his ass just as tight as he grips mine.

"Oh, oh!" My voice is higher pitched than normal. The sensations in my body, gloriously overwhelming. He kisses me, sloppy wet kisses that make as much noise as the slap of my skin against his.

"Come for me. For only me."

I'm about to say I can't when a sudden orgasm, more intense than I've ever experienced, rips through me, tearing me from my skin, and sending me soaring.

My whole body spasms and Tommy drives himself into me hard and fast, bouncing me on his cock as I twitch and flutter.

"That's it. Dance on my dick like the perfect little ballerina you are."

My insides pirouette and twist, spinning furiously as my climax goes on and on. Tommy joins the dance as he shakes and spills himself inside me.

My breaths become his, and his become mine, as we slowly come down from the high together.

With a soft kiss, he slides out of me, his release dripping down my thigh. He finds my tights while I slide down the wall to the floor, breathless and languid and satisfied.

He starts to roll my tights up my leg, and I put a hand on his arm to stop him. "I need to clean up first."

"No." His voice is stern. "I wasn't exaggerating. You're going to go back out there wearing my cum for the rest of the show."

I shiver and let him slide my tights and leotard back on.

"Five minutes to places." The stage manager's voice sounds over the speaker system backstage.

"That can't be right." There's no way we've only been in here ten minutes.

Tommy seems just as surprised as I am. He digs his phone out of his pocket and turns it so I can see the time. According to it, we were in here for less than ten minutes. He made me come twice in less than ten minutes!

"Impossible." I shake my head.

"Incredible." Tommy kisses the tip of my nose.

Somehow, I know he's not talking about the timing, but about what we did, how good it was.

"Incredible," I echo back.

He kisses me one more time, then helps me to my feet, pulls up my leotard, kisses me again, and sends me on my way with a playful swat to my ass.

"Break a leg, love."