Tommy’s breath grew heavier. “You’re gonna make me come right here.”
Angel couldn’t answer. He was too consumed by the sensations that were traveling through his lower half. He blocked out everything except the burn of Tommy’s cock as it rubbed against his erection and ignited his body. Angel rotated to the right while Tommy rotated to the left. They were in sync. Their tongues followed the gyration of their hips, and their cocks fit together like the pieces of an erotic jigsaw puzzle.
Angel moaned into Tommy’s mouth.
Tommy moaned back.
More pressure. Harder. Faster. Tommy started to thrust his hips forward with short, quick jerks. He was coming. Angel was a split second away. He changed his momentum to match the spasms coming from Tommy pelvis, and a hot throb ignited Angel’s cock like a pulsating flame. Liquid spurted inside his jeans and covered him with a warm bath. He rotated his hips and smeared his juices against his cock and his lower abs.
Slowly, their bodies stilled and their lips parted. They clung to each other, still pressed against the wall, with Tommy’s Les Paul pinned between them. The voices in the background were still audible, but further away. “Do you think anyone saw us?” he whispered.
“I don’t care,” Tommy whispered back. “You can fuck me against the wall like that after every show.”
Jessi sat in the dressing room in front of the monitor that broadcasted the show from the stage. Her bare feet rested on the coffee table.
Tommy pulled at the sticky mess inside his jeans, but he was more concerned about why Jessi had left the side of the stage. “Why are you back here? Are you feeling okay?” He placed his Les Paul on the couch and brushed his hand against her forehead.
She laughed and pulled away. “I’m fine. Unless you’d like to play doctor again. My back started to hurt standing for so long, and then I couldn’t get comfortable in the hard chair. So I came back here to watch the rest of the show.” She cocked her head. “What took you two so long?”
Tommy exchanged a sly smile with Angel, and they both burst out laughing. Dry humping off the side of the stage was a first for them. “The show got a little heated between me and Angel—–”
“I saw, but doesn’t it always?”
“Yeah, but we ended up making out in the hallway off the main corridor.” Tommy pulled at his hardening briefs through his jeans. “It got a little messy.”
Jessi let out a burst of laughter, and then she shifted her gaze to Angel. “You too?”
Angel tugged at his crotch. “He was running away from me all night on stage. Once I got my hands on him, I practically exploded in my jeans.” Angel pointed at Tommy. “He came first.”
Tommy bellowed with laughter. “Don’t pin this on me.” He pointed back at Angel. “It’s all his fault, hon.”
She narrowed her eyes and pretended to be mad, but the smile broke through the corners of her mouth. “You two had a quickie behind the stage without me? You hid under the bleachers and screwed around and didn’t call me?” She got to her feet and grabbed Tommy’s crotch. His balls retreated, and he almost yelped at the force behind her grip.
“You’re a sticky mess down there, aren’t you?”
He nodded.
She cupped Angel’s balls in her other hand and squeezed.
Angel jumped and his eyes widened.
“Everything is all gooey in there, isn’t it?”
“Don’t hurt us,” Angel squeaked through a crooked smile. “We’re sorry. Do you want us to go outside and do it again while you watch?”
Jessi broke out into a sexy grin. “That would be fun, but I think we should take this back to the hotel.”
Tommy let out a sigh of relief, and his balls inched back down. “Let me just take a shower first.”
“No shower. We’re going. Now.” She waved her hand toward his guitar. “Pack up.”
“Can I at least change my pants?” Angel asked. “You know I’m not wearing any underwear. The denim is rough.”
Jessi shook her head and laughed. “No. And why weren’t you wearing underwear? You know you have wardrobe changes at the side of the stage in front of everyone. Alyssa enjoyed it, but Audra turned bright red.”
“Were you flashing girls at the side of the stage, A?” Tommy teased him.
“Oh, yes,” Angel teased back, “I really get off when women see me naked, especially my friends’ wives.”
Tommy stalked him, ready to pounce with a hard kiss, but Jessi intervened.
She separated them with a firm hand in the center of their chests. “Not until we get to the hotel.”