by T L Dasha
A pair of hands grabbed me by the tie in the pitch black darkness, yanking me into the room and letting the door fall closed behind me. A sudden rush of air was replaced with the hot sensation of Brad’s lips pressing hard against mine.
I pulled away on instinct. “What are you-“ I couldn’t finish my sentence before my back hit the door, and he had my mouth in his possession again. My protest was an open invite for his tongue, sliding slowly over mine, until he had it pinned to the bottom of my mouth. His entire body was pressed against me, bombarding my core with his heat, nudging my knees apart with his. I didn’t realize I had been gripping his shoulders, until he shrugged off my hands and forced them against the wall. His kisses grew more eager. I was falling into his rhythm. I nibbled at his lip. He pressed against me harder. I tangled my tongue in his, and he claimed it in his mouth, sucking and caressing every inch of that wet flesh.
My body moved on its own, accepting him with an insatiable need. My mind was too clouded to think. His taste, too enticing to reject. The intensity of my anger crossed that paper thin line into the intensity of my lust, and the pulses of lightning coursing through my body wouldn’t surrender.
Then he pulled away, only far enough to rest his forehead on mine. My hands were still pinned beside my head. His eyes were closed gently, while his breathing was rough and ragged. I fought the urge to connect our lips again.
No, I shouldn’t be doing this at all. I came in here to be mad at him. I’m supposed to be yelling, not…
“I…” He spoke through labored breaths. “I couldn’t stand it anymore. I couldn’t keep looking at you in the crowd and just keep pretending that I don’t…” He kissed me again, softly this time. “That all of those songs weren’t for you.”
I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I could hear it skip. It was everything I so desperately wanted and everything I had to push away all at once. Did he feel the same way I did all along? Even if he did, I can’t… “What are you talking about-”
Brad kissed me again to silence me. I gave in again. It wasn’t fair. “Stop lying.”
“Brad, I… I can’t…” If I crossed this line, there would be no going back. Not for our relationship, not for our work, and not for… for me.
He squeezed his eyes shut, while his grip tightened between my fingers. I knew I needed to stop this, but why was that so hard to vocalize? Would it really be so wrong if we didn’t stop? Just this once? No, there’s no way it’ll be just this once. I’m not that naïve.
He closed the gap, lightly brushing over my lips in a calculated dare for me to chase him. Every bit of contact coaxed me closer to the edge. I forced myself to hold back. He bit his lip and looked away.
“I know.” He let go and took a step back. “Fuck! I know. It was a stupid gamble.”
Those words made me feel far worse. It wasn’t. You weren’t wrong.
But this relationship would be. By every logical synapse in my brain, I needed to shut this down now. But by every beat of my heart, I knew I would regret it for the rest of my life if I did.
“I owe you one.” I heard myself speak. “Tell me that I owe you one.”
“What?”
“It’s a favor. Pay back for picking me up and letting me ride your bike.” I need a reason so I can’t say no. All you have to do is give me one. Any one at all. Please don’t let me walk away right now. “I’ll do anything you want, remember?”
“I don’t want this as a favor. This isn’t just a ‘favor’ for me.”
Goddammit, Brad. “Subtlety isn’t your strong suit, is it?” My attempt to give up any ownership of what I was about to do didn’t work. Fuck it. Who am I trying to kid? “If you aren’t going to be the one to cash in a request, then I guess I’m about to be in your debt even deeper.” I grabbed him by the collar and took his lips myself this time. My other hand gripped his hips and pressed my hardness into his, in case my actions weren’t clear on their own. Why can’t I? Because he’s my client? Because he’s a guy? Why can’t I have what I want for once?
Rationale went out the window. Professionalism went out the window. I didn’t even care.
“That’s what I thought.” He smiled into our kiss, while his fingers were feeling their way down my body, over my clothes, around my belt, then sliding over the fly of my pants. He gripped me firmly, running his hand up my length, causing me to buckle against him. A moan slid into his mouth. I gripped his shoulder for support, and I pressed my back into the door. Even fully clothed, he knew exactly how to play with me to rob me of control. I bit my lip and turned away to try to get a hold on my senses, but Brad was having none of it.
“You should see your face right now.” He whispered in my ear, before he traced the lobe with his tongue. “I’ve been dying to do this to you since the first time we shared an indirect kiss through the filter of your cigarette. I let you get away with it while you were drunk, but if you can kiss me like that sober, then you can’t be mad if I don’t hold back.”
When I was... “Wait, you didn’t tell me I-”
His lips silenced me again, and I had no control over the intensity of the heat pulsing through my blood anymore. I kissed him after the club? So he knew how I felt about him the whole time. All those songs we wrote together… That song about being tortured by stolen kisses…
“Shhhhh” He used his thumb to release my belt buckle. “I won’t let you forget this time.”
I would never forget this. “People will hear us if we do this here,” my rational mind begged through a cloud of lust.
“Oh? Are you a screamer?” His kisses made their way down my neck, while his fingers were now inching down my zipper. He returned to my ear and gave it a nibble. “I can gag you first if you want.”
The pressure of his hand wrapping around my cock wasn’t helping my resolve. I dug my fingers deeper into his shoulder as he gave me a firm stroke. “G-gag me.”
“That’s my favorite thing you’ve ever said to me.” His grin was wide and devious as he dragged me back to his dressing room couch. He pushed me onto the cushion, then he went to his closet. A quick shuffle, and he came back with a handful of scarves and some lube. My eyes widened. I hadn’t expected him to be that prepared.
“Any last words?” He winked, wearing that playful smile.
I leaned back into the couch and cocked back my head in an attempt to maintain some semblance of my air of authority in this relationship. “Don’t disappoint me.”
“Ha!” Brad straddled my lap and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “You sound so confident now, but how many men have you actually been with, Jay McClintock?”
The look in my eyes immediately gave me away, and I inadvertently broke both eye contact and any hope of keeping up my façade. I’d been with plenty of women at this point. Sex was sex, right? How different could it be?
Brad’s expression drank in my discomfort like an eager swig. He moved closer to whisper in my ear. “This gag alone isn’t going to save you, Jay Jay. Let me make it easier for you.”
With that, he stretched the scarf across my lips and tied it on tight. He took hold of my wrists next, and I leaned forward in compliance as he grabbed another scarf to tie them behind my back. I thought that would be all, until he came up with a third scarf. He wrapped it around my neck, making it snug enough to nearly cut off my air supply. It would take the slightest tug of his wrist to take it all away completely. I don’t know why that was making my cock even harder, but Brad seemed pleased. Despite his playful demeanor, I was beginning to realize there was nothing at all innocent about the man on top of me.
That realization didn’t change the fact that I was straining against him now. The pressure of the silk on my skin, and the desperate throbbing between my legs was all my mind could focus on. My eyes squeezed shut to force my concentration on my stifled breathing, while I fidgeted under his weight, my hands trying to free themselves in an instinctual need to loosen the tie around my neck. It was no use. The silk scarves had me beat.
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br /> Breath in. Breath out.
The sensation of his weight on top of me was replaced by his warm, wet lips covering the head of my cock after he took position between my legs. My body jerked back into the couch cushions in surprise, but his throat had already compensated for my retreat. Brad wasted no time taking me into him deeper.
Fuck- Breath in- breath in-
God, just breath!
Brad’s tongue was dancing along the underside of my cock, playing my nerve endings like he was writing a song with my stifled moans. Fucking incredible. He could have killed me with those skillful lips, and I wouldn’t have cared right now. My eyes were watering. I was biting hard on that scarf. He increased his pace, then slowed down again, toying with the tempo so I never got too comfortable. Never letting me get all the way there.
No- Too much. That’s it!
Brad pulled away again, the gentle room temperatures now feeling intensely cold in contrast with his comforting throat. He pushed my legs further apart, leaving my cock hard and exposed and on the verge of orgasm. It was so painful I wanted to cry. I peeked through my eyelids long enough to catch the devious smile teasing his lips.
“Don’t forget to breath, baby doll.”
I didn’t even realize I had been holding my breath. I drew in a sharp inhale, but I couldn’t force it through the tightness around my neck fast enough. I started to choke, while Brad climbed on top of me. He chuckled, but he didn’t let up the tightness of the scarf.
“Try not to black out.”
My eyes followed his fingers, as they teased his ass with lube. He coated my cock with the same cold, slick gel, then he lowered himself onto me, slowly wrapping his tight bottom around my throbbing dick, taking all of me into him. I dug my fingernails into the palm of my hand in an effort to distract myself, but there was nothing that could take my mind off the all-consuming electricity.
“Ah, fuck, you feel good.” He bit his lip and closed his eyes as he ran himself up and down on my lap. A look of such filthy, sexy vulnerability. My mind begged my body to tear through my bindings and push him to the floor. I wanted to dominate him and take back control. Pound into him at the speed my cock was so desperate for.
I bucked against the couch, trying to push into him more deeply, letting his cock rub against the bare skin of my stomach. He rode me in a wave, then took hold of himself and pumped as he pushed me over the edge. It was everything I could do to keep my eyes open, and even more than I could do to keep my breathing stable.
“Don’t come yet.” Brad ordered as his thumb smeared the pre-cum around the head of his cock. It was an order that I didn’t think I could agree to. All I could feel was his flesh tightening and relaxing around me over and over again. Every ounce of me was ready to burst.
“Fuck. Not yet.” His free hand shot up and grasped my neck, closing off the last shred of an airway. “Christ, Jay Jay. I can’t-”
The last thing I remember was the delicious mix of blackness and overwhelming euphoria, shaking my entire body to the core, as I released inside of Brad’s tight ass. White was replaced with black as my mind gave into unconsciousness.
Sex is not sex. There is nothing else that feels like he does.
When I came to, Brad was sitting beside me, typing something on his laptop. The scarves were all gone, but the sensation still lingered. He handed me a glass of water, and I downed it in what must have been under a second. My throat was dry and needed some care.
“Did I disappoint you?” Brad shot me a sly grin.
“I uh… You… I…” The whole words thing wasn’t going well. Without needing the request, he got up to refill my glass, then sat back down next to me. I downed another eight ounces, while Brad settled an arm around my shoulder.
“I was worried you might not be ready, but you were a natural.” He laughed.
His words barely managed to register before it dawned on me. “We’re still at the studio. What time is it? I still need to talk to Greg-”
“Chiiiill. It’s all taken care of.” Brad interrupted with a roll of his eyes. “You’re not the only person on ALIVE staff, Jay Jay.”
I guess that’s true… But it doesn’t change the fact that I was too preoccupied to do my job when I was supposed to. I did my best to force that thought from my mind. Work was the last thing I should be thinking about right now. What should be on my mind right now is…
I looked Brad squarely in the eye. “So then… what does this mean exactly?”
“What does what mean?” He was doing a solid job of making me feel like an idiot.
“You know what I mean.”
Brad exhaled, slow and exasperated. “It means we’re two adult men with healthy libidos?”
It all sounded so simple if you summed it up like that, but there was nothing simple about any of this. I shouldn’t have let myself get so caught up in the moment. What… what did I just do? This… there’s no going back. Fuck. FUCK. “Can you take this seriously for a second? This is… it’s work. This kind of scandal could break my whole career. And yours.” Every word had to shake itself from my throat.
“Jay Jay.” Brad’s voice was stern yet gentle. He leaned over me until our faces were dangerously close again.
Until my heart was beating dangerously fast again.
“It’ll only be a problem…” A light kiss tickled my lips. Then another. Deeper. Pushing me beneath him on the couch. His saliva seemed to be all the fuel my body needed.
“… If you can’t keep a secret.”
Chapter 9
Jay McClintock
Two Years Later
“Quiet.” Brad hissed through his teeth, while one hand covered my mouth. His other hand slid beneath my waistband until he was working me to attention with nimble fingers. He pressed his hot chest against me, while the cold texture of the ALIVE bathroom wall covered my back. I tightened my grip around his shoulders while he freed my now completely erect cock. “These partitions might hide that expression on your face, but they’re not going to hide your moans.”
What was said as a warning sounded more like a kink as Brad dropped to his knees, cupped his tongue around the underside of my shaft, then took me into the back of his throat. I covered my mouth with my own hand, as he forced my moans into my palm.
After Brad’s first album came out, he was thrown into a total media frenzy. ‘Watching Broken Clocks’ was topping every best seller list, and his ‘unplanned’ single was topping every chart. His stage fright was waning more and more, so long as I was there to help with his frustrations afterwards. The bigger the audience, the more intense it got in the dressing room, the closet, the tour van…
His sudden success had me climbing the ALIVE corporate ladder like it was an escalator. Intern, to full time assistant, to official writer and manager. No one questioned my worth or ability. They couldn’t. Today, we were just supposed to finish up his second album, but ten minutes into ironing out New Moon (Give Me A Chance) we ended up in the bathroom. It was the only area of the building that didn’t have security cameras, but that didn’t exactly mean it was private. I wish I could say that was the turn off I needed, but...
His moistened lips slid over the head of my cock, and he licked away the pre-cum. His eyes reconnected with mine. “If you’d rather I shove my dick in your mouth to keep you quiet, just let me know.” Brad smirked. “Turn around.”
Like his obedient puppet, I turned to face the tiled wall. He stood behind me, and pushed me hard against the cold marble. His chest was pressed against mine, his body making contact with nearly every inch of me with a contrasting warmth, as he undid his pants and fumbled for the lube in his back pocket. Penetrating him had felt incredible, but having him inside of me was something I couldn’t get enough of. He slid in so smoothly, my body seemed to be welcoming him with open pleasure.
“You’re not exactly making it easy.” I barely managed to get the words out of my throat between thrusts. “It’s hard enough keeping quiet in your dressing room. What did y
ou expeeee-“
Brad held my hips firmly and picked up the pace and I couldn’t keep enough composure to chastise him anymore. Every movement inched me closer to ecstasy. My fingers clawed at the tile, looking for something- anything to distract myself from his perfect fucking cock. Don’t you dare fucking stop.
The door creaked as I was on the verge of orgasm. Brad’s movements suddenly stilled, coming to a rest inside me while my erection was quivering against the wall.
Footsteps. The high pitched squeal of the hinges of the stall beside us.
Brad’s pitch black eyes devoured my panic, with that usual deviousness that aroused me as much as it terrified me. The sound of the latch in the next stall clicked in my ear. Then the sound of his slick cock sliding out of me, then slowly inching its way back into me followed. He firmly covered my mouth with his hand again, and I clenched my teeth in an effort to remain quiet as he continued.
He increased his pressure against me. The ridges of the wall tiles paired with his movements was creating an unbearable sensation on my shaft. It would take an otherworldly strength to swallow back my voice at this rate. I pushed back against the wall to try to create space, but Brad wouldn’t relent a single centimeter. He pushed back harder, letting the marble stroke me again.
I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed hard. My eyes were watering so much, I was nearly crying. Fuck, Brad. Whoever was in the other stall still hadn’t left. God, please fucking leave. I can’t-
Brad pushed in hard, then he banged on the flusher as he filled me with a stifled grunt. My teeth had dug into my lip so hard, I could taste the blood as I swallowed down my own need to scream. A sticky mess coated the wall. I took hold of him behind me, and I held him their tightly, not letting him pull out until the stall beside us cleared. His cock relaxed, but threatened to harden again inside me. A tempting proposition I’d have to fight.
Finally a flush. The sound of the running sink. The air dryer. A closing door.
Silence.
“Goddammit, Brad.” I slackened my grip and found my footing as he, at long last, pulled away. My heart was pounding against my rib cage, and all I wanted to do was to collapse to the floor and smoke a cigarette. But this situation was already volatile enough. I got myself cleaned up and in order and out of the stall before anyone else could walk in. “Do you know how dangerous that was? This only works so long as it isn’t risking destroying your whole career.” I refused to look at him as I washed my hands in the sink beside his.
