Page 53 of Killer Notes
With both hands on my ass, he swallows me down, pulls off and aims for my balls.
A low groan escapes me, as I anticipate what he wants. I won’t deny this man anything. And since my greedy hole is a needy whore for Tobias’s cock, I demand he fucks me.
“Fuck me, Tobias,” I moan in glorious pleasure.
“Demanding,” he rasps, then pops off and drags my pants completely off.
I bend over the bed, with my right leg to my chest and the other foot stationed on the floor, exposing my vulnerable area.
“Baby.” Tobias’s guttural endearment has my ass clenching with anticipation. He leans forward and swipes his tongue against my pucker. “I love the way you taste.”
“Fucking hell,” I growl in desire. His talented tongue works up a frenzy in my body. “Tobias.”
“Patience,” He titters as he glides two slick fingers inside.
“Fuck patience. We don’t have time.” My tolerance for his easy pace is wearing so thin that I’m about to spin around, shove him to the bed and climb on top of him like some horny slut. Or, I could just put my pants back on and be done, but… Umm. No. I don’t have the willpower to stay away from Tobias, not when I want him so much.
“You’re thinking way too hard,” Tobias says with another swipe of his tongue along my rim.
“Yes,hardis the operative word. Jesus, you can drive a man insane,” I say, while stroking my dick, feeling the familiar tingle in my balls.
I glance over my shoulder and my entire body shivers from the headiness of Tobias’s eager laps and sucks between my cheeks.
A keening moan slips past my lips and I’m about to cum, when a loud honking horn sounds off three times, disrupting our carnal delirium.
“What the fuck?” Tobias lifts his head and says through gritted teeth.
I close my eyes, drop my head on the pillow, and immediately know who that is. “The tour bus is here.”
CHAPTERTWENTY
Tobias
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I growl, pulling away from Danny and adjusting my granite hard cock in my jeans.
“Bad timing, as always,” Danny muffles out through the pillow he’s smashing his face against. “I told you so.”
I roll my eyes, knowing he’s right. I’d be balls deep into him otherwise. “Might as well head out there. Go get cleaned up,” I say, now annoyed as hell.
Danny gets up and presses into me. “I guess it wasn’t meant to be.” He plants a soft kiss to my cheek, but that’s not enough for me.
I wrap my arms around the man and thoroughly snog the shit out of him. When we finally drag air into our lungs, several loud knocks echo from the locked front door.
“You get that while I clean up.” With one more quick kiss to my lips, Danny disappears behind the closed door. I, on the other hand, wait a few more beats until I hear threatening shouts from the band members. I chuckle as I take easy steps to the front door.
The second I open it, the band and John swarm inside, all talking at once. Connor approaches me first. “Where’s Danny?”
“Bathroom.” I point in its direction.
Connor looks me over, then his eyes stray to my lips. Something’s working behind those green depths of his. Like a damn lightbulb, he quickly figures out what we’ve been doing here.
“If—” It’s all Connor gets out before Danny strides into the chaos in the living room.
“Hey, guys,” he chirps with a wide smile, lips all swollen, and his skin still flushed from our fooling around.
I feel a level of satisfaction that I’m the one who put that smile on the singer’s face.
“Damn,” Bobby crows, an equally wide smile on his face. “You—”