Page 59 of Taste of Surrender

I slid my hand up and down myself as I texted with one hand:

At least not in my mouth

Where would you want it then?

In my ass. I’d climb up on the bed, and you’d fuck me from behind

I’d pound you so hard everyone on our floor would hear you scream my name

Holy shit.I stroked myself faster, spreading my pre-cum all over my shaft.

I can feel your tight ass clenching around me as I fill your hole with my cum

I’m going to come

I lifted my shirt and threw my pillow over my face to muffle my moans as I sprayed my load all over my stomach.

Me too

I want to see

A moment later, he sent a photo of his cock with cum dripping down his length. I desperately wanted to lick it off of him.

Your turn

I held up my phone and snapped a pic of me covered in my release and sent it.

Damn that’s sexy. I want to lick it off of you

I wish we could help clean each other up

You’ll get your chance tonight

After we arrivedat the theater in Vancouver, Garrett started lunch. Once he confirmed he had everything under control, I got ready to go to the store. Since it was a show night, we needed to get the groceries early so we had enough time to cook before a couple dozen band and crew members got hangry.

Keys in hand, I hit the unlock button on the remote as I headed over to the SUV. I was about to climb in when someone stopped me with a hand on my arm.

“Where are you off to?” Malachi asked.

“I need to pick up some groceries. Do you want to come with me?” It’s not like we could go on a date, but I would take whatever time I could with him.

He grinned. “Yeah, just give me a minute.”

I didn’t stop myself from checking out his ass as he jogged toward his bus.

“You got it bad,” Savannah giggled, appearing out of nowhere.

“Do you have some sort of superpower that helps you sneak up on people?” I teased.

“No. You were just so focused on his ass, you didn’t hear me approach.”

Over the past couple of weeks, she had kept her promise not to tell anyone since she caught us kissing and had become someone I considered a friend. Even though she’d had a piece of my man at one point.

My man.

I smiled at the thought.

“See.” She pointed at me, a gleam in her eye. “I’d bet good money you’re thinking about him right now.”