Page 16 of The Rockstar

I don’t answer, just disappear behind the curtain. But I don’t have to wait long.

Vivian rounds the corner, lifting an eyebrow. “What was that? You know your face is probably already trending?—”

I don’t let her finish. One step forward and I’m on her, kissing her like I haven’t seen her in years. My hands hold her jaw as I back her into the first quiet room I can find. It’s dim, dusty, and full of folding chairs and equipment cases.

The door clicks shut behind us, and we’re a tangle of limbs.

“You’re killing me,” I say against her mouth. “Up there, looking at me like that.”

She laughs, breathless. “Like what?”

“Like you couldn’t wait to tear my clothes off.”

She tugs me closer, her hands sliding up under my hoodie to trace the skin at my waist. “I couldn’t.”

I lift her onto a storage crate, deepening the kiss, her fingers tugging at my hair while mine trail down her back, memorizing the way she arches into me. She fits me so fucking perfectly.

“These fucking shorts need to go.” She helps me take off her shorts and giggles. I move to toss them to the floor before remembering what these floors must have seen and thought better of it. “These panties, too.” The panties go into my pocket.

As much as I want to take my sweet time with her, I can’t risk anyone walking in on us. There are at least half a dozen staff members outside right this very moment, so we need to be as quick as possible.

I wrap Vivian’s legs around my waist, and I lean her against the wall. With one hand around her waist to hold her and the other unbuttoning my jeans and taking out my cock, I’m more than ready to fuck her brains out.

I’m so hard I don’t even need to guide myself to her pussy, so I grip both her thighs and lower her to me, her wet, warm hole opening for me, sucking me in, gripping me with her inner muscles.

“Fuck, Vi. You feel so fucking wet and ready and good.”

“Stop talking, Ryder. You talk too much.”

That makes me chuckle. “Okay, boss.”

“Still talk?—”

She doesn’t finish the last word as I slam my cock into her, filling her to the brim.

“Jesus, Ryder.”

“No Jesus here, baby. It’s all me.”

“Shut up.”

I bury my face in the crook between her neck and shoulder, sucking on the skin there. “Grind on me, Vi. Grind.”

She does as she’s told, tightening her arms around my neck, her thighs around my waist, grinding on my cock and bouncing. “This is so good. Fuck. Ryderrr.”

My name becomes a moan, and it only serves to sharpen my desire into a blade. I press sucking kisses to her neck as something primal pulses hot and heavy between us.

The voices around us disappear, and it’s just her and me. Our moans, our panting, the sound of flesh slapping against each other.

“God, your cock…”

“Ride me harder, Vi. That’s it. That’s my good girl.”

She goes faster, her hips an absolute miracle, as I fight for my life, trying to stave off the orgasm.

I lift her slightly and look at where we’re joined—my cock glistening with her juices, and her pussy lips opening for me. I lower her back and watch my cock disappear inside her. I do this a few more times because it feels so fucking good.

Vivian eventually follows suit and looks down, too, and the next thrust pushes her toward an orgasm.

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