Page 129 of The Alternate Captain
“Are you with me, Johnny?” she asks.
And I am.
I’m fixed on her. Everything about her has me in a trance. I’m in the moment, reaching up and cupping her face in my hands for a moment, then tracing them down the smooth skin of her body and cupping her boobs. Watching in complete fascination as her nipples harden under my touch. And she moans on me, and I can feel her rubbing her pussy against the bulge in my pants.
I adjust our position so I can push my boxers down, freeing myself, and feeling completely in the moment. When she moves to shimmy down the bed, knowing that she’s likely planning on taking me in her mouth, I pull her back towards me, kissing her deep, letting our tongues meet as I smooth over her ass, feeling her skin hot under my hands.
“I need you,” I whisper right into her mouth as I pull back slightly. There’s a movement from her, and I feel the wetness of her pussy as her hands take my cock and push me inside her. Her panties are shoved to the side, and it’s hot and dirty, like she’s just as desperate for me.
My brain stops functioning as she sinks down onto me. The tightness. The heat. The fucking wetness. Everything about her has me prickling with excitement.
“Fuckkk,” she whispers as she sits back.
And I glance down between us, seeing our bodies together.
I run my palm all the way down from her neck, over her nipples, and right down to her clit, where I graze it with my thumb. And when she rocks back, shifting her hips slightly, creating a small motion, it’s enough to have me seeing stars.
There’s nothing about this that could get any better.
“That feels so good, Johnny,” she gasps. I grip her hip with my other hand and try to match her rhythm.
“You feel so fucking good riding my dick,” I say.
She moans and I feel shivers everywhere. I want to hear it again.
“Tell me how it feels for you,” I coax.
“Fuck, Johnny. You’re so deep—there. Right there.”
And there it is. That moan, just as I thrust up into her at an angle that has her pussy tightening around me.
“I’m going to come for you, Johnny,” she says. And those words.
She’s going to come.
For me.
Just for me.
“For me?” I find myself asking. “Are you going to come for me?” It’s barely a whisper.
“Yes, Johnny. I’m coming for you,” she says, just as her voice gives away a moan that causes my balls to pull tight. And then there’s a feeling I’m sure I’m familiar with, but I’m not expecting. Her name is on my lips and I’m coming. Right over the edge with her. I’m coming hard, and the way her pussy tightens even more—I’m groaning. Almost crying out in euphoria. Because it’s like nothing I’ve felt before.
“I love you, Johnny.”
Then her lips are on mine and we’re kissing. I’ve never been more in the moment than I am right now.
And then I’m crying. While my dick is still inside her. Because the moment is just so much, and I don’t know what else to do. Or what else to say. I don’t have any words.
You’ve got this, beautiful.
Johnny’s words ring in my head, still crystal clear after the phone call we had several minutes ago. His ‘pre-performance pep-talk,’ as he called it to prepare me for our tour.
All you need to do is relax and think about your next note.
I guess you can take the captain out of the team...
The entire backstage area is teeming with people. And Patrick fusses around the place like a mother hen, trying to make sure his chicks are on their best behaviour. He moves away from our dressing area and, grateful for the break, I pause only to be smothered a few moments later when he comes striding towards me waving a hairbrush.
