Secret Confessions: Backstage – Josh

by Eden Summers

  “Wider,” he demanded. He parted her thighs with rough hands, shocking her to a straightened position. “That’s better.”

  Her eyes were wide as he scooted closer on his knees and palmed her ass, dragging her forward.

  “Oh, geez.” Her voice was throaty, her fingers now gripping the edge of the speaker.

  Oh, geez, all right. He could smell her heat, could almost taste her even before he angled forward and placed a kiss on the inside of her knee. He ran his mouth on a trail to heaven, a few inches down one smooth thigh, then to the other to pay it the same attention. The further he went, the harsher her exhalations became until he was poised at her sex, his lips almost brushing her clit and she seemed to stop breathing entirely.

  He liked it—having her out of control, under his spell. He liked it so much he paused a little longer than necessary before sliding his tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top and then sucked that tiny bundle of nerves into his mouth.

  “Jesus Chr—” she screamed. “What the hell is your name?”

  “Josh,” he growled against her sex. “Call me Josh.”

  “Jesus fucking Christ, Josh.”

  He closed his eyes as her hand ran through his hair, pulling the strands and driving his dick to distraction. He didn’t stop, wouldn’t stop. He licked, sucked, teased and blew, making her grind into his face and dig her fingernails into his scalp.

  The harder he sunk his mouth against her pussy, the louder she mumbled incoherent words. She loved what he was doing, and he fucking loved doing it. He lapped at her, drawing crazy eights with his tongue and concentrating on what made her buck. No woman had ever been this responsive. Not even his ex.

  As he continued sucking on her clit and tasting her cream, he undid the zipper of his cargo pants and lowered his boxers. He could no longer stand the throb in his cock. It was taking over his body, thrumming from the base of his shaft, to his balls, all the way to the tips of his fingers. He had to palm himself and squeezed tight to fight the need to sink into her.

  “That’s not allowed.” She panted, fighting for breath. “Stop. That dick is mine.”

  He was nowhere near finished. He wanted to feel her thighs contract around his head as she came undone. He needed to have his fingers in her pussy, taking her higher, making the glazed lust in her eyes burn brighter.

  “Josh.”

  His husky name on her lips made him groan and clench tighter around his shaft. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

  “That dick is mine. Get your hand off it.”

  He smirked, delirious, fucking crazy with the need to have her. “Make me.”

  The corner of her lips twitched and she pushed his shoulders back with her knees. “Never taunt a sex starved woman.”

  He fell back on his haunches and allowed her time to stand. “You don’t look starved in any way, shape or form.”

  She raised a brow, crossed her hands over her tits and cocked her hip.

  Oh, shit. “That came out wrong. I meant sexually.” He chuckled, enjoying her anger even more than her seduction. “Your body is gorgeous.”

  She jutted her chin. “Not all guys like curves.”

  “This one does.” Her lips lifted, almost imperceptibly as he raised to his feet. “If you couldn’t already tell—” he glanced down at the hard cock in his hand, “—I’m kinda impressed.”

  “So why am I the only one naked?” she purred.

  “Because you look far better without your clothes on.”

  “Yeah, right,” she drooled. “I could feel all those muscles under your shirt. Take it off.”

  He raised a brow and mimicked her crossed arms.

  “Please,” she muttered.

  “That’s better.” He gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. “I can’t lose the pants in case we get sprung and I need to dress in a rush. I’m still meant to be working.” He let the material in his hands fall to the floor.

  Her greedy eyes devoured the muscles of his chest and stomach, skimming over every inch of him. “Nice.” She raised an impressed brow. “If you were my man, I’d burn all your clothes.”

  He gripped her waist and hauled her against his body. “If you were my woman, we’d never need to get dressed.”

  She grinned and wrapped her arms around him. “You know, you’re exactly what I expected.”

  “Really?” He walked them to the back of the room, to the end of the storage shelving to partially hide them if anyone walked in. “I wasn’t even sure how this was going to go down.”

  “Well then, I guess I read you well.”

  “Hmm.” He backed her against the wall, grinding his cock against the apex of her thighs as his focus closed in on her mouth. “I guess you did.”

  He kissed her hard, gyrating against her and matching the pace with his tongue. Her hands were all over him—his shoulders, his hair, his back, each inch being scorched by the heated trail of her nails. Then lower still, over his hips, to his dick.

  “No way, sweetheart.” He’d blow if she stroked him. “Weave your hands around these.” He guided her wrists to the power cords hanging from large steel hooks in separate loops a foot apart on the wall.

  “But I want to—”

  “Hold them. Don’t let go.” He was lost in his craving for her, too close to the brink of making a fool of himself. “I’ll only be a second.”

  He shoved his hand in his pocket to retrieve the condom. With a rip it was open and he had to bite the inside of his mouth to fight the pleasure of his own hand while he rolled the latex over his shaft.

  When he looked up to find her nestled amongst the cords in a kinky fetish kind of way, she was eyeing his cock with hunger.

  “Sexy muscles.” He smiled as he leaned in and kissed the curve of her flexed bicep.

  “Josh,” she warned. “There’s only one muscle I’m interested in and it isn’t one of mine.”

  Good, because he couldn’t wait a moment longer. He bridged the distance between their hips and lifted her ass to allow her thighs to encircle his waist. He was close. So damn close to heaven as he positioned the head of his cock at her entrance.

  “Ready?” The throb at the base of his shaft was incessant. His balls were already tight.

  She repositioned her grip in the cords and nodded.

  In one long, deep thrust, he sank into her and their mingled moans echoed in his ears. She was tight. Jesus Christ, even tighter when she clamped down on him with her inner muscles.

  “Go slow,” she murmured. “You feel so good. I don’t want to rush this.”

  His heightened arousal wouldn’t allow for any other pace. Not when he was this wound up. He dragged himself from her contracting muscles, then sunk home at a leisurely pace. Each inch was agonising, tearing pleasure from him so hard he couldn’t see straight.

  “Damn it, sweetheart.”

  She made a noise, part groan, part purr, and he smashed his mouth against hers to steal it from her lips. If his hands weren’t busy holding her weight, he’d be all over her. He wanted to cup her breasts, to suck her nipples until she screamed. And through it all, he kept the arduous pace—slow in, slow out, slowly driving himself to madness.

  “Josh.” She gasped. Her hands were tightly wrapped in the electrical cords, her biceps still flexed tight. She undulated her hips, grinding the small patch of curls at the apex of her thighs against his crotch. “I need it harder now.”

  Fuck. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

  His fingers dug deeper into her skin as he slowly withdrew. He took his time, calming himself, thinking about something other than the overwhelming grip of her pussy around his shaft. Her scent was in every inhalation he took, not only her perfume, but the mingled smell of her sex.

  “You okay?” she whispered.

  “Better than okay.” He just needed a moment to focus.

  The pressure in his balls decreased and his shaft lost the incessant throb, giving him a few minutes up his sleeve. He gave her one last
kiss, pressing his lips so hard against hers they began to ache. Then he slammed into her, driving home in one harsh thrust and stealing the breath from her lungs in a delicious gasp. He didn’t stop, didn’t even pause as he continued jerking into her, trying to find the perfect friction while also carrying her body weight.

  It was rough. Harsh. But still, he knew it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t get the momentum in this position and the longer he held her, the more his muscles began to burn. He needed to lay her down. Those breasts had to be in his hands. He had to touch her clit.

  “Let go of the cords.”

  Lori blinked at him, her gaze unfocused as her hips continued to buck along with his.

  “Lori, sweetheart, I need to lay you down.”

  She nodded, releasing her grip to circle her arms around his neck. With his cock still buried inside her, he turned them around to look at the room.

  Shit. He had nothing. There was nowhere for her to lay and he didn’t want to fuck her from behind. He needed to see her curves and rub his fingers against the bundle of nerves at the top of her pussy while he sunk into her.

  “The speaker,” she panted. “I can fit on there.”

  There was no other choice. He strode forward; hoping nobody walked in on them in action because the first thing they’d see would be his lily-white ass. His arms burned as he placed her close to the edge of the speaker and watched the smooth curve of her stomach when she reclined, placing her elbow right next to the opposite edge.

  “See.” She raised a devilish brow. “I fit perfectly.”

  He smirked. “How ‘bout when I do this?”

  He thrust hard, shoving her elbows from their resting spot to fall off the back of the speaker. Her legs clenched tight around him, her pelvis grinding as she pulled herself back up to the half reclined position.

  “Nasty.” She narrowed her gaze. “I like it.”

  “You’re the devil.”

  “You could be right.”

  He shook his head and grinned down at her, restarting the slow burn of thrusts as he placed his hand on her shoulder. He learned her body more intimately, running his palm over her breasts, along the softness of her belly and around her hips. She closed her eyes, whimpering softly with each undulation and resting her head back on her shoulders.

  He rebuilt their pleasure. Leisurely glides gradually turned into rough thrusts until she was moaning beneath him. The ache at the base of his shaft returned, the tightness in his balls took hold. The more he pounded, the harsher the sound of slapping skin and groans filled his ears.

  “God… Damn… Josh.” She bit her lip as her face contorted in strain. “I can’t take much more.”

  “Like hell you can’t.” If he could continue, so could she. He wanted to come with her, to feel her pussy milking him at the same moment his seed shot from his shaft. Finishing now only meant she would leave sooner and come face to face with band members. Maybe that was what she was after. He didn’t care. He was going to drag this out as long as possible.

  He slowed the pace, working her with the same torturous thrusts he began with, but it didn’t seem to help. She continued to writhe, resting her weight on one elbow so she could cup her breast and work the nipple between her fingers.

  There were no inhibitions. This woman knew what she was doing and did it well. She could’ve brought him to his knees from the sight alone, yet he wanted to savour her. He didn’t want to rush.

  She began to undulate out of time with his movements, spurring him to move faster. He wouldn’t. He was the one in control now. The game of seduction was in his hands.

  “Josh I’m—” Her panting increased and her hips jerked in a frenzy.

  He withdrew from her body and gripped the base of his shaft in a white knuckle grip.

  Her eyes snapped open and she balked at him. “I was just about to…”

  “I know,” he growled.

  She frowned at him. “Well, that’s just mean.”

  He would’ve chuckled if he had the concentration. “Are you ready to behave?”

  “It’s never been my strong suit,” she countered.

  He positioned the head of his shaft at her entrance and teased it up and down the slickness of her slit. “Are you sure?”

  She whimpered and tried to clench her pussy muscles around the tip of his cock. “Damn you.”

  He inched inside her, gradually, back and forth, going deeper with every thrust. The friction was heaven, the slow, sweet slide unlike anything he’d ever experienced. She knew when to clamp down and when to release. Every move she made was captivating, from the swipe of her tongue over her lips to the way her chest expanded with deep breaths.

  “You’re so damn good.” She groaned, relaxing into his rhythm.

  He lowered his gaze to her pussy, tempting his restraint. Her pretty pink flesh was stretched over his shaft, the slickness from her juices now covering the dark purple latex. With one hand on her hip, he brushed his other over her belly toward her abdomen.

  “If you touch me down there, I’ll come.”

  He met the determination in those rich dark eyes of hers and nodded. There was only so much torture he could put them both through. He skimmed his touch lower, gliding his fingertips over her clit. She jerked in response, ripping a predatory growl from his chest. He fucking loved the effect he had on her. It was the greatest compliment he’d ever had.

  “Do it again,” she panted.

  He wasn’t going to stop. He pressed harder, rubbing back and forth, making her body convulse. A blanket of goose bumps covered her skin and the dark pink of her nipples deepened the tighter they became.

  The grind of his hips increased, jolting her backward with each motion, making her breasts jostle. There was no way out. He was going to come. He could feel the climax building in his balls like a pressure valve. Any minute, any second, he’d blow.

  “Josh.” Her eyes widened and her gorgeous mouth gaped. Her chest heaved with her ragged breaths; her pussy clung tight to his dick. Then she mewled, the most delicate, feminine sound and pressed her lips tight together.

  Shit. She was coming and the knowledge blasted his waning control and pushed him over the edge with her. He held down her hip with one hand, making sure she didn’t lose her resting position and pressed his thumb over her clit. He drove into her, again and again and again, groaning, almost yelling as pulses of hot seed left his cock.

  His body burned from exertion—every inch except for his balls and shaft, which still throbbed in pleasure. He closed his eyes, holding tight to the final throws of orgasm and drew out the last undulations until he was barely moving inside her.

  “Fuck.”

  Lori chuckled. “My thoughts exactly.”

  He opened his eyes and found her staring back at him. Those deep brown irises were still filled with confident mischief, but now they held satisfaction too. A contentment he’d placed there. Hopefully, it would be enough to remind her of him when she moved on to her better offer.

  He collapsed onto her, bearing his weight on one shaking hand as her chest rapidly rose and fell beneath his. She was warm, soft and still smelling good enough to eat.

  “So, when do you go back to Australia?” she whispered against his neck.

  He shrugged, kind of wishing he wasn’t. “As soon as the tour is over.”

  “That’s a shame. We could’ve had a lot more fun.”

  “It’s a huge shame, sweetheart.” He would’ve savoured more time with this woman. Her self-assurance was a major turn on and he was intrigued to find out if it was a part of her everyday life or a persona she’d used for tonight only.

  She’d wound him up, played him well, and now he didn’t want to move. Sliding off her and righting their clothing would only mean she was one step closer to sleeping with the band and he didn’t want to face that yet. He’d had fun. She’d even surprised him a little.

  The reality of knowing this moment was only a stepping stone to the enjoyment she had yet to experience was
seeping in. The more he thought about it, the more it pissed him off and he didn’t want to feel like a pussy tonight.

  Fuck it. It was time to get going. He needed to make tracks before he made an ass of himself.

  He straightened and groaned with the loss of tightness around his shaft as he withdrew his cock from her heat. As she scooted from the speaker, he disposed of the condom in an old box filled with bubble wrap and shredded paper, and then turned back to face her.

  “Thanks for picking me out of the crowd.” She kept her legs straight, taunting him as she bent over and picked up her clothes from the floor. Inch by inch, she covered her body, nestling her breasts into the red bra, sliding her matching lace panties up her generous thighs.

  “No problem,” he muttered as he shoved his softening dick back into his pants and yanked up the zipper.

  The sex had been unlike anything he’d experience backstage, but the aftermath was painfully familiar. He stood in silence, unable to wipe the frown from his face as she pulled the loose fitting shirt over her head and yanked on her jeans.

  “The change rooms are down the end of the hall and to the left.” He only spoke to fill the silence.

  “Okay.” She pulled on her boots, then straightened.

  He strode for the door and held it open until she followed him back into the hall. “If you’re looking for Sawyer, he’ll probably be in the last room to the right.”

  Her brow furrowed. “Who?”

  “Sawyer.” He jerked his thumb in the direction she needed to go. “You were after the drummer, weren’t you?”

  “Oh.” Her lips curved and the seductive smile from earlier returned. “Yeah, I guess I was.”

  It was his turn to frown as he scrutinised her. He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but to him, it seemed as though she’d had no idea who he was talking about when he mentioned Sawyer’s name. “Do you even follow The Screaming Tuesdays?”

  She placed a smacking kiss on his cheek and began walking backward in the direction he’d indicated. “I’ve heard their music a time or two.”