Page 20 of Contrition

Fuck.

That was hot.

I watched as she fell off the cliff. Her back bowed under the intensity of her orgasm, moans and gasps pouring out of her. And like a puppet being pulled underbothof their strings, I followed immediately after. Fire licked up my spine as my cock pulsed in my hand, cum dripping from the head of my length and onto the floor. I couldn’t contain the guttural moan and pant that escaped my mouth from the pleasure.

I forced my hand to keep moving on my length, milking every ounce of pleasure out of my system that I could. I was no stranger to masturbating, but I could have sworn that was the best orgasm I had in years. And, looking down, I watched as my own seed spread itself on my dick with the movements, forcing yet another groan through my mouth.

What I would have given to have my princess on her knees, cleaning up the mess she made, while Zack watched for once instead.

As moments passed, my hand stopped its pumping, and I gripped the door frame to steel myself. The pair mere feet away from me had gone silent—nothing more than ragged breathing and pants filling the space—and I knew I had to move before one of them called meormy pitiful cum puddle out.

Fuck.

Except, when I finally found the courage to look up, I found Estrella’s face pointed in my exact direction, rather than down at Zack.

My heart leapt directly into my throat.

Double fuck.

I knew my choice was a risk, but fuck me for thinking it wouldn’t have any consequences at all. For thinking I could hide in the dark like a loser all the same. For thinking I would go by unnoticed like I had all those years ago.

Our gazes stayed locked.

It was far too dark to see her facial expression. Though—of all fucking sounds to make—a giggle tinkled the air, followed by a soft moan as she stretched. Seconds passed and I was surprised that I hadn’t begun to feel a tingling in my left arm from the potential cardiac arrest of the situation.

I watched as her hand glided through Zack’s hair softly, in an almost reassuring and comforting gesture, as her face stayed staring directly at the spot me and my limp dick stood.

And when neither of us made a move to speak or move, I knew I had to be the bigger person.

I couldn’t scare her away.

Not after everything I had already done.

I shifted backwards a few steps before softly closing the door in both of our faces.

nine

THEO

“Nope!” I called out, right as I exited my bedroom and saw Estrella tip-toe towards the elevator that would lead her towards her inevitable andrudeexit. She froze like a deer in headlights as I swiftly walked towards her, grabbed her gently by her elbow, and pulled her towards the kitchenette that had come with that particular suite’s booking. “Nah, nah, nah. No sneaking out, little miss. Not until you eat something to settle all the alcohol you had yesterday.”

She stubbornly huffed and crossed her arms. “I don’t need to eat. I’m not even hungover.”

“And I don’t care.”

“Like you didn’t care about being a Peeping Tom last night? Or are we just going to pretend that didn’t happen?”

I should have known that she would bring it up right off the bat. I merely shrugged and smirked as I looked around the fridge. This hotel was so bougie that it even went as far as to stock theirpantries. I was positive that the prices of the ingredients were easily five-times what they would have been in an actual grocery store, but I merely shrugged as I grabbed everything needed to make pancakes.

The pros of being one of the best bands in the industry? The cost of things wasn't necessarily a concern. Even if our bookkeeper occasionally growled every now and then. The cons of it, though? I had spent years eating solely fast food from hundreds of tour buses, and I would rather croak than subject myself to that torture again.

It was worth the growling bookkeeper and probable twenty-dollar carton of milk.

“I beg to differ. Your breath stinks, your eyes are bloodshot, and your hands have a little tremor to them. You need electrolytes and glucose.” I turned back to her and pointed at her cropped shirt next. “And that’s cheating. Obsidian Static? I thought you were photographing Neon Cherry today. If you’re gonna cheat, at least wear our merch.”

“Since when did you become such a health geek?” She looked down at her shirt and pouted. “And the drummer gave this to me personally. Don’t be a hater.”

I shrugged and ignored the last part of her sentence. “Sometime over the last eight years, probably.”

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