Page 73 of Playing With My Heart Strings

“Take off your clothes. I want to see those beautiful tits.”

I do as he says, stripping until there’s nothing left between us. He straddles me, palming one breast and pulling the nipple of the other between his teeth.

“Fuck.” His voice is low and dripping with lust and attraction to me. “I want to fuck you bare, baby. Do you want that too? Look at me.” He tilts my chin up to look him directly in the eyes. “I’m clear. Had to get checked out to be on the show. But if you’d rather me use a condom, I will.”

“You mean you haven’t been with any of the other girls?” I snort, disguising my anxiety as humor.

His eyes narrow, and he pulls back slightly. “What? No.”

I let out a breath, the tension in my shoulders melting away. “I just…” I look away for a second. “I wasn’t sure if you’ve been planning secret dates with the others, too.”

“It’s onlyeverbeen you, Baylor. We can stop if you want, but?—”

“No, I want you,” I interrupt. I believe what he says. I can see it in his eyes, in the way he looks at me. “I want all of you. I have an IUD, and I’m also clear. You’re the only person I’ve been with in months. Please, I want to feel you come inside me.” I plead with my eyes, and he practically growls as he stands. He pumps his cock in his fist before pulling me so my hips are at the edge of the bed and lines himself up.

He slowly glides his tip in, and I watch as he enters me inch by inch. It’s painfully slow, and I grab his ass, digging my nails in to pull him closer, giving him a sign that I need him to move. He takes the hint and drives into me. Hard.

I gasp as he fucks me. He’s rough, rougher than he’s been before, and he reaches his hand down to my neck, adding the slightest bit of pressure. My head lolls back, and my eyes roll as I wrap my legs around him, wanting him even deeper.

“You like my hand around your throat? Fucking filthy girl.” He tightens his grip and somehow quickens his pace, pounding into me. “You take my cock so well. Flip over.”

I whine at the absence of him, but the moment I flip over, he’s filling me again, and the angle at which he’s fucking me is heaven.

“Do you touch yourself as much as I do when we’re apart?” He leans in and bites my earlobe, and I nod. “Show me.”

I reach down to my clit and slowly rub circles. His cock brushes against my hand when he pulls out and thrusts back in, and each time the touch coats my hand with arousal. It’s erotic and brings me closer and closer to the edge. I speed up my pace as my release builds.

“I’m so close,” I whimper, working my hand faster as the sound of Dusty’s skin slapping against mine fills the space.

“I’m right there with you, baby.” A few more hard thrusts, and I reach my high, crying out Dusty’s name as the warmth from his release fills me. It drips out of me onto my fingers, and I rub it against my clit as we both start to come down from our highs.

“You’ve made a damn mess of me,” he murmurs as he peppers kisses along my back, pulls out, and smacks my ass.

I moan at the sting of it. I’d guess there’s already a handprint forming.

“Stay,” he orders when I try to roll over and get up to get dressed. Then he grabs a towel and cleans me up, but not until after he pushes his cum back in, fingering me again to mix it even more with mine.

It’s a good thing I’m on birth control, because if I wasn’t…damn.I wouldn’t be able to say no to him coming inside me again if this would be the outcome every time.

“I probably should go back to—” My sentence is cut off by the sound of the bus engine starting.

“Guess you aren’t going anywhere, which means my request to fuck you all day gets to be granted.” He smirks, and I melt.

He doesn’t waste any time, either. He has his mouth on me and me moaning his name again within minutes.

This is going to be the best bus ride I’ve ever been on.

“Does everyone have their places? Know where to go?” the frontman of Dusty’s band asks once we’ve walked through our stage positions a few times. Although Dusty is the true frontman—being the lead singer and all—his lead guitarist, Charlie, is the one giving out instructions of where to be.

We all nod, having gone through the motions for the past thirty minutes. We haven’t performed anything yet, just walked through where everyone needs to stand for the live concert and transitions between songs. With this being the first live concert of the season, it was expected that we’d spend a bit longer figuring out where everyone would go.

While it is truly a Dusty Wilder concert with the contestants acting as openers, the four of us will get to perform one song individually and one song as a duet with Dusty throughout his set. We’ll all perform as a group to kick off the concert, and then again as a group—with Dusty—to finish out the setlist.

The order of performers was predetermined by production as well. Katherine will be the first solo performer, then Sage, myself, and Valerie will go last. The order will be the same for duets with Dusty, although they won’t be back-to-back.

“Let’s do a sound check, then.” Charlie claps. We already have our in-ear monitors fitted, so we take our places on stage for the group performance. Without Aspen here, the performance seems to be going smoothly, with no surprises or hiccups.

As a group, we decided that the song we’d perform to open the concert would be “9 to 5” by Dolly Parton, to really set the mood and get people excited. Besides, who doesn’t love Dolly? And there isn’t going to be an elimination this week, so we’ll perform the same songs next week in Atlanta.

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