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“We had fifty minutes and then ten minutes to clear the stage and the next to set up, so they probably have the same amount of time.” The only thing I knew for certain was that the headliners got to play as long as they wanted.
As we made our way back into the auditorium, I noticed that Cooper didn’t check a watch or his phone, so maybe he just figured in his head he had a little more time. I stopped myself from glancing over at the back wall to see if any of mybandmates were still there watching the show. I didn’t want to draw attention to myself.
When we entered the backstage area, the brightness struck me. The darkness of the auditorium made the light in the back almost glaring. As we passed the green room, I again refused to look around but I saw several guys in my peripheral vision. I was certain none of them were guys from my band, although they could have been. There were several huge amps near the door to my dressing room, likely there to make it easier to get them onstage when the time came. After we walked past them, I turned to my door.
Cooper said, “I had no idea it was so big back here.”
“Yeah,” I said, holding the door. “The stage is kind of small but with the balcony, they manage to get a lot of people inside and still have room back here for us.”
“It’s like the TARDIS.”
“Thewhat?”
“Never mind.” After I closed the door, he got close to me and my nipples immediately tightened. This wasn’t why I’d brought him back here.
Or was it?
My breath quickened slightly and I searched his cool blue eyes, grabbing the first question I could think of. “What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a welder.”
“A w—”
He took my face in his hands and kissed me gently. I dropped my water bottle, not worried because the lid was screwed on tight. Immediately, my entire body tensed up in anticipation—and then I decided that, yes, I wanted this. While my body and heart got wrapped up in the process—my lips and tongue colliding with Cooper’s, my hands making their way under his shirt, my nerves tingling as he kissed my neck—my brainperformed gymnastics to justify it.This isn’t like before. I’m not drunk or high. I’mchoosingthis.
But my brain shut down as my body sped up as if on a treadmill and my consciousness seemed to return to the present. Lifting his shirt up, I kept my lips on his until we naturally separated—and he took the shirt from me to pull it over his head.
Holy shit. The tattoos. My pussy started vibrating as it desired his body—the beautifully formed pecs adorned with artwork, the firmness of his muscles under smooth skin tantalizing my fingertips…the way his hands glided up my back, causing shivers to speed down my spine.
We let our bodies talk. After he pulled my t-shirt over my head, his mouth descended to my collarbone, and he kissed his way down to my cleavage. I ran my hands through his soft hair before gliding them down his neck and back as he unclasped my bra like an expert. Soon my breasts were unfettered and his lips continued their exploration while a moan escaped my lips, my toes curling in my shoes.
Now that I knew we were definitely headed in the direction we were, I had no problems running my fingers along his waistband. When I got to the front, I slid one hand over the front of his jeans to confirm that he was rock hard, his cock straining against the zipper.
I could help out, couldn’t I?
After undoing the button, I slowly slid down the zipper as his mouth returned to mine. We kissed feverishly, as if our lives depended upon the pleasure we were experiencing. As I wrapped my hand around his cock still inside his underwear, he uttered a low sound against my mouth—and then mirrored my motions, unzipping my jeans before easing his hand inside.
Against my heat, his hand felt warm, and all my muscles tightened as they anticipated what would come next. His hand found its way inside my jeans. Although it was snug, he waspersistent—and when he ran a finger down my slit, I sighed into his mouth, tightening my grip on his dick.
He began swirling that lone digit into the slickness below, and I felt a familiar ache. But he didn’t let up, and as he continued rubbing that desirous spot, something switched on in my brain, a feeling that something was coming. Like a storm gathering on the horizon, it got closer and closer until that sensation was all I focused on. By that point, he was kissing my neck again as I tried but probably failed to give his cock attention.
Soon, the storm broke loose—and it felt as if my brain and body exploded. A pleasure I’d never felt before washed over me, enveloping me in warmth and comfort before it dwindled away. When I opened my eyes, he withdrew his hand. “You good to go again?”
I didn’t know if I could handle it—but I wanted to try. “Yes.”
Pulling a condom out of his wallet, he quickly unwrapped it before rolling it over his cock. Until now, I hadn’t realized just how big he was, and I tried not to freak out about it. When he eased himself inside me, holding me up under my ass, I remembered when Zack had told me how tight I was. I didn’t believe I was anymore, but it felt the same way now because I was accommodating this man’s girth.
Soon, he was sliding in and out of me much like a wave laps at the shore—and that sensation washed over me again, that one of impending pleasure. Now I knew exactly where this was going and I relished it. I held on tight, biting his shoulder just before my brain exploded again.
Not long after, he finished too, and we stood in each other’s arms for quite a while as our breathing slowed. For just a couple of seconds, I felt giddy, ridiculously happy and satisfied. Holy shit. Sothatwas what sex was all about.
But it wasn’t long before I found my mind racing right back to Zack.
Would I ever get over him?
CHAPTER 8
Before I knew it, we were playing a show on Black Friday and the weather had grown cold. The heat in our apartment didn’t work well, so we used a couple of space heaters, but there were still plenty of cold spots—so much so that I actually looked forward to working at the restaurant where there was plenty of warm (and sometimes hot) air.
