Page 6 of Patchwork
ONYX
There’s a sultry beat in my ears, vibrating with the sound of lust and picking up speed to match the thunder of my pulse. While the rest of the band were sleeping off their hangovers today, I just wanted to find somewhere I could fade into the crowd and kill my boredom for a few hours. I figured maybe I would finally work up the guts to get the tattoo I’ve been wanting. I didn’t expect to find something a hell of a lot more exciting than that at the tattoo convention.
I tug my lip ring between my teeth and reach under the table to adjust the swell of my erection. It’s currently snaking down my leg as I watch Hero lean on the bar while he waits for our drinks. Truth be told, I don’t really give a shit about having a beer, I just want to get him back to my hotel room for some fun. Can I just tell him that or does he really need this ritual of having a drink and making small talk?
A laugh bubbles up in my throat. What am I talking about? I’m a fucking rockstar and the man could barely roll his tongue back up when he first laid eyes on me. I can do whatever I want, and what I want is to lick Hero all over and then ride his dick like my life depends on it.
The building tempo in my head reaches a crescendo as I push my chair back from the table and head up to the bar. The bartender sets the drinks down right as I reach Hero, sliding my hand up his back until it rests between his broad shoulders.
“Hey, do you really need this drink, or can we just go to my room and fuck until the sun comes up?”
His breath hitches and his dark eyes smolder. “Yeah, let’s do that,” he rasps in agreement.
A slow smile spreads over my lips, and I grab the two draft beers, glancing around for a second until I spot a couple of guys sitting a few stools down who are almost finished with their drinks.
“Here. Enjoy.” I shoot them both a wink as I set the fresh drinks down, then I turn back towards Hero. “Let’s go.”
Hero grabs my hand on our way out of the bar, lacing his thick, calloused fingers between mine. Fuck, I can’t wait to feel those calluses all over me. The traffic is light enough that we don’t bother waiting for the Walk light at the crosswalk, sprinting across the street hand in hand, both of us laughing.
“It’s this hotel.” I point to the building towering right in front of us and take the lead myself now, pulling him across the circle driveway and through the glass doors into the lobby.
My cock is heavy with excitement by the time the elevator doors slide closed, leaving the two of us all alone for the first time. I brace my hands on the metal bar on the back wall of the elevator and Hero meets my gaze with a smile that’s full of filthy promises. The music in my head now is heart-pounding rock, an impatient rhythm that makes it impossible to hold still. My fingers twitch with the chords for a few seconds, and then I give up the fight, darting my hand out to grab a fistful of his shirt.
As if he was just waiting for my permission, Hero crashes into me, fingers tangling in my hair, hot breath on my lips, his chest rumbling against mine with the needy groan that echoes between us.
“Fucking kiss me,” I growl, tugging on his shirt again.
With another hungry sound, his lips find mine, colliding with the urgency that’s been building between us since our eyes locked at the convention. He tongues my lip ring and slides a hand under my shirt, and his fingers dancing over my skin create a brand-new symphony inside my head. I snake my tongue into his mouth and we both moan. The sound is muffled between ourmouths, our lips falling into an insatiable rhythm that matches the music thundering in my ears. Our hard cocks find each other through the layers of our clothes, and my hips jerk involuntarily. I pant into his mouth at the catch of my piercings against the fabric of my briefs and the delicious pressure of his thick cock against mine.
The softdingthat announces our floor barely registers, but Hero must hear it just fine because he wraps his arms around me and guides me out of the elevator without breaking the kiss.
“Which room?” he murmurs, and I have to drag myself away from his mouth long enough to orient myself and pull out the room key.
My attention snags on his lips, damp and swollen, and it’s all I can do to dig the key out of my pocket instead of pulling him back into a ravenous kiss right here in the hallway. I finally find it and get the door open. We stumble inside, and before the door is even closed behind us, our mouths crash together again.
Hero’s beard tickles my face as we tug at each other’s clothes. His touch is eager and gentle at the same time, his fingers trembling as he drags them over my skin, increasingly complicated music playing in my mind with every brush. We break the kiss just long enough to toss our shirts aside before falling right back into it. His tongue is sweet and every muffled moan he feeds me strokes my cock and tightens around my balls.
“You top?” I ask between kisses, looping one hand behind his neck to pull him towards the bed.
“Sure. Anything you want.” He finds my nipple piercings with both hands and rolls them gently between his thumbs and forefingers. The tug echoes through the head of my cock, making me twitch and drool precum as a gasp catches in my throat.
“Fuck,” I grunt, canting my hips to grind my cock against his again. Then, I give him a small push, and he tumbles onto the bed. “Get your pants off. I’ll grab supplies.”
Hero doesn’t hesitate, undoing his jeans and lifting his hips to shove them down along with his underwear. I take a second to just admire the view of his sturdy, hairy thighs, his slightly round belly, the intricate ink on his chest and arms, and, of course, his thick, hard cock. He arches a bushy eyebrow at me and wraps his hand around his shaft, giving himself a slow, purposeful stroke as he holds my gaze.
“A gorgeous, famous rockstar who can have anyone or anything he wants… Is this what you want?”
I nod without even having to think about it, following the motion of his hand with my gaze, my cock spasming and my hole twitching eagerly.
“Yeah, that’s what I fucking want.”
He groans and spreads his legs a little wider, propping one arm behind his head. I pop the button on my own tight pants and shimmy them down. My cock springs free and swings between my legs, long and thick and hard as I kick my pants and briefs off. Hero’s eyes land on it and I brace myself for the usual plea for me to top instead. “Why waste a cock like that bottoming?”is something I’ve heard a hundred times. It’s not that I mind topping, I just don’t prefer it. Whether that’s a waste of my dick or not, I don’t really care. I just want to be filled and pounded and fucking owned.
“Goddamn,” he purrs, stroking himself a little faster. “A big cock like that is going to look so fucking good slapping against your belly while I fuck you.”
A needy tremor rocks me.
“Yeah,” I whimper in agreement, dragging my fingertips over the line of barbells along the underside of my cock, each one tugging just enough to make me shiver and ache.
