Page 14 of All Hallows' Rage
Matt and I took off through the open curtains. We hit our first marker and turned into backhand springs, flipping a great distance over the stage area until we landed in our right places. I heard our teammates running and landing with ease. The lights overhead stopped flashing, illuminating all the performers. Guests stood, shouted, and jumped at their seats.
The room went dark, and we ran off the floor, ready for the devil’s playground to start our fun.
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My feet landed firmlyon the mat as we were lowered down. Matt joined beside me, and we took our bows together. With his arm around my back, he let his fingers trail my side and tickled the exposed skin. The room was deafeningly loud, and I couldn’t hear what he said to me. I only watched the way his mouth moved and registered that wicked grin of his. Matt’s hand in mine, he led us off the performance floor and into the hallway where we passed the next act.
My ears rang with the combined noise of the music and the crowd, and when we passed the dressing room door, I knew an ass whooping from Monroe was inbound. Matt stopped short, testing a knob before swinging the wooden door open. It was a dimly lit storage room that brought back delicious memories.
Matt followed behind me as I stepped inside. Costumes and props were boxed and shelved for all sorts of events and holiday themes. He leaned on the door as it closed, eyeing me up and down again.
“Yes, pretty boy?” I teased, leaning against the worktable in the center of the room. He was pretty, but the theatrical makeup made him look like the Grim Reaper come to collect.
“That really does do things for me.
CHAPTER6
Matt
“Yes, pretty boy?”he teased me. Elijah rested against one of the tables near the center of the room, the muscles in his forearms strained and rippled under his skin.
“That really does do things for me.” I walked up to him, almost nose to nose given the threat on a loop in my mind from Monroe.
“What are you gonna do for me?”
Reaching out, I trailed my fingers down his abdomen and slipped a finger into his waistband. Pulling his waist against me, I felt his hard cock brush against mine.
“That’s what I do for you,” I whispered. Easing the button of his pants loose, I slid them down just off his hips. My hands brushed over his torso and his muscles rippled as he tensed and relaxed. His chest heaved with each deep breath.
“I’m gonna need you to rectify that or cut me loose from the torture,” he begged. My thumb grazed over a nipple, and he shuddered. “Matthew.”
“Ooh, full first name.”
His fists balled on the tabletop as his head dropped back. I laughed at the sight of his restraint slipping. Dragging my hand down his body, I reached into his pants and teased his throbbing cock. Moving up and down slowly, I stroked him until precum beaded on the tip and bent down to lick it off. His fist came down on the table.
“You’re killing me, and you know it.” He sucked in a breath as I moved quicker. “Fuck me.” I licked the underside of his cock, sending him into a spiral of moans and whimpers. “Don’t stop, baby.” I had no plans to.
As I worked his shaft, I reached up with my other hand and scraped my nails over his waist. His abdomen contracted and his hips pumped with my strokes. Simple touches got to Elijah more than anything. Soft tickles down his side or his neck really set him on the edge. His cock twitched in my grasp as his breaths quickened.
“I’m gonna come,” he whined.
“Then do it.” I placed my tongue beneath him, smiling when he looked down at me just as hot cum spread over my taste buds.
“Dear Christ.” Eli’s eyes crossed and the strength he used to hold himself up faltered as he dropped to his elbows for support. His gaze leveled with mine, and he gently placed a finger under my chin as he stood us up. “I’m gonna fuck the hell out of you when we get home.” His nostrils flared and frustration twisted his mouth.
“You really want to kiss me right now, don’t you?”
“I really want to make a mess of that pretty face.”
He grabbed me by the shoulders and switched our places, leaving me pressed against the table. He freed my cock and dropped to his knees.Best night ever.Self-restraint left me and I groaned. The feel of his warm hand wrapped around me had me melting. Light bouncing off metal caught my attention. The door handle tipped down.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded as I watched the door open, and Lane peeked her head inside. She smirked when her eyes found mine. I dropped my head back as Eli slowed his pace. “It’s just pest. If you stop, so help me god.”
The loving boyfriend he was, he continued and licked around the head of my cock. Footsteps hurried into the room and were followed with the locking of the door.
“You know, we can hear you two outside.” Lane’s voice moved through the room as she got closer.
“Stop listening then—” I stopped myself. Eli had taken me in his mouth completely, neat face paint be damned. The table moved and rattled, but I paid it no mind as I lost myself to his touch. Slim, delicate fingers threaded through my hair as small hands held the back of my head. I opened my eyes to see Lane above me.
