Backstage Pass
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“I guess we’l cal that a draw,” Brian said. First time ever.
“I think you need some practice, Master Sinclair. You usual y smoke me in three rounds.”
“Maybe we’l have to start cal ing you Master Mil s.”
Trey grinned. “I’l beat you one of these days.”
Half the crowd was chanting, “Mil s. Mil s. Mil s. Mil s.” The other half chanted, “Master Sinclair. Master Sinclair.”
Eric’s pounding bass drum reminded them to get on with the rest of the show. When Jace returned to the stage, he snitched several bras from the floor to decorate the neck of his bass.
Trey had taken Brian’s mind off Myrna, but seeing Jace reminded him what he’d be doing in less than thirty minutes. In the future, he’d make sure to make love to her before a stage performance, not after. His entire body ached. Through the next six songs, Brian was glad his fingers knew the music, because his head just wasn’t in it. He scarcely moved from a three-by-three foot area of the stage. He crossed the stage occasional y to switch out his amps with the foot pedals on the floor in front of his regular location, but his usual showmanship was nonexistent. Strangely, Jace took up his slack. No hiding out by the drum kit for him tonight. He even talked into the mic at one point. The crowd loved it. Trey and Sed teased him for stepping out of his shel and he flushed, but Brian just played what he was supposed to.
When the final note of the last song rang out, Brian tossed his pick into the crowd and headed for backstage. He handed his guitar to a random roadie, plucked the ear buds from his ears, and grabbed Myrna. She gasped in surprise when he slammed her against the side of a speaker and covered her mouth with his. He fil ed one hand with her soft, ful breast. The other slid under her skirt to find the bare skin of her thigh above her lace-topped stocking. He pressed his cock, hard as stone, against her mound.
“Horny much, Brian?” Trey cal ed as he passed them. “Jesus Christ, dude.”
Brian removed his hand from Myrna’s thigh long enough to flip off Trey.
Trey pressed up against Brian’s back. “Don’t offer if you don’t plan to put out,” he said in his ear and gave its lobe a playful nip. Brian elbowed Trey in the gut and he backed off. Brian tore his mouth from Myrna’s and looked down at her flushed skin. Her glazed eyes. Swol en lips. She looked as turned on as he felt. They needed to get to the bus. Stat.
“Great show, Jace,” Eric said as the two of them passed.
Brian glanced over his shoulder. Jace was grinning ear-to-ear. “Thanks.”
“Someone else seemed to have their head up their ass tonight.” Eric swiveled his head to glare at Brian. “Yeah, I mean you.”
“I think his head was up something else,” Trey said. “Myrna, you need to escort Master Sinclair to the nearest bedroom before he humiliates himself and comes down his leg in front of his friends.”
Myrna grasped the hand Brian had squeezing her thigh and squirmed from between his body and the speaker. “Fol ow me.”
Jace caught his arm. “Should I stop by in about ten minutes?”
Brian nodded slightly and pul ed free of Jace’s grip to fol ow Myrna to the tour bus. She ran most of the way. He scarcely got the bedroom door closed before she was against him, kissing him feverishly.
His plans to make love to her evaporated. He could only think of one thing. He had to thrust into her body. Bury his c**k in her slick, warm flesh. He couldn’t wait. She must have been of the same mind. Her hands were already releasing the fly of his jeans. When his c**k sprang free of his pants, she gripped it in one hand and shuddered violently.
“Oh God, Brian. Do me hard. Please.”
She didn’t need to beg, but he liked it. He backed her into the bed and she tumbled backward. They both struggled to get her skirt up. He scarcely comprehended that she had opted against panties, and only found himself grateful that it made it easier for him to find her. She spread her legs wide, resting on her elbows to arch her back.
He guided his c**k into her body, fil ing her with one violent, deep thrust. Her entire body spasmed as she came. Hard.
“Oh God. Oh God!” she screamed. She continued to shudder as he began to withdraw and thrust into her as hard as he could. He would fol ow her to bliss soon. The urgency to spil his seed inside her was already building. His breath hitched unexpectedly. He was closer than he thought. He didn’t have time to delight in his build-up toward release. His body stiffened and he erupted inside her. He rocked against her with a startled cry as he came, and then col apsed on top of her. He trembled uncontrol ably for several moments as he attempted to catch his breath.
“Jesus, I’m sorry, Myrna. Was that even thirty seconds?”
She touched his cheek tenderly and kissed him. “You never last long after a show.”
“Yeah, but that had to be some kind of world record.”
She shook her head. “You lasted longer than I did. I came as soon as you put it in.”
He chuckled. “You always make me feel better. Even when I’m terrible.”
She knocked his hat off his head and buried her fingers in his hair. “I wouldn’t say you were terrible. Just too excited before you started, but you can make it up to me. We’l try it again from the beginning.”
Before she could kiss him, there was a timid knock at the door. Jace. Brian smiled.
“I plan to make it up to you al night,” he said. “I hope you’re ready.”
“For what?”
“A special surprise.”
He pul ed out of her body, tucked his c**k in his pants and fastened his jeans. He admired her exposed thighs for a moment before tugging her skirt down to cover her.
Jace knocked again and Brian went to answer the door. Jace carried a huge suitcase into the room, set it on the floor and opened it. He pul ed out a chain.
“I’l set this up for you,” Jace said. “It’s important to get the length right.”
Brian glanced at Myrna. Her eyes were wide as she stretched her neck to peer into the suitcase.
“Don’t worry, honey. I don’t think he’l use half that stuff,” Jace said to her.
Her frightened gaze moved to Brian. “What are you going to do?”
“Ask you to trust me.”
“I do trust you.”
Jace climbed up on the bed. “Kneel right here, Myrna.”
She looked at the chain in Jace’s hand. “What are you going to do?”
“Nothing.”
“I think you need some practice, Master Sinclair. You usual y smoke me in three rounds.”
“Maybe we’l have to start cal ing you Master Mil s.”
Trey grinned. “I’l beat you one of these days.”
Half the crowd was chanting, “Mil s. Mil s. Mil s. Mil s.” The other half chanted, “Master Sinclair. Master Sinclair.”
Eric’s pounding bass drum reminded them to get on with the rest of the show. When Jace returned to the stage, he snitched several bras from the floor to decorate the neck of his bass.
Trey had taken Brian’s mind off Myrna, but seeing Jace reminded him what he’d be doing in less than thirty minutes. In the future, he’d make sure to make love to her before a stage performance, not after. His entire body ached. Through the next six songs, Brian was glad his fingers knew the music, because his head just wasn’t in it. He scarcely moved from a three-by-three foot area of the stage. He crossed the stage occasional y to switch out his amps with the foot pedals on the floor in front of his regular location, but his usual showmanship was nonexistent. Strangely, Jace took up his slack. No hiding out by the drum kit for him tonight. He even talked into the mic at one point. The crowd loved it. Trey and Sed teased him for stepping out of his shel and he flushed, but Brian just played what he was supposed to.
When the final note of the last song rang out, Brian tossed his pick into the crowd and headed for backstage. He handed his guitar to a random roadie, plucked the ear buds from his ears, and grabbed Myrna. She gasped in surprise when he slammed her against the side of a speaker and covered her mouth with his. He fil ed one hand with her soft, ful breast. The other slid under her skirt to find the bare skin of her thigh above her lace-topped stocking. He pressed his cock, hard as stone, against her mound.
“Horny much, Brian?” Trey cal ed as he passed them. “Jesus Christ, dude.”
Brian removed his hand from Myrna’s thigh long enough to flip off Trey.
Trey pressed up against Brian’s back. “Don’t offer if you don’t plan to put out,” he said in his ear and gave its lobe a playful nip. Brian elbowed Trey in the gut and he backed off. Brian tore his mouth from Myrna’s and looked down at her flushed skin. Her glazed eyes. Swol en lips. She looked as turned on as he felt. They needed to get to the bus. Stat.
“Great show, Jace,” Eric said as the two of them passed.
Brian glanced over his shoulder. Jace was grinning ear-to-ear. “Thanks.”
“Someone else seemed to have their head up their ass tonight.” Eric swiveled his head to glare at Brian. “Yeah, I mean you.”
“I think his head was up something else,” Trey said. “Myrna, you need to escort Master Sinclair to the nearest bedroom before he humiliates himself and comes down his leg in front of his friends.”
Myrna grasped the hand Brian had squeezing her thigh and squirmed from between his body and the speaker. “Fol ow me.”
Jace caught his arm. “Should I stop by in about ten minutes?”
Brian nodded slightly and pul ed free of Jace’s grip to fol ow Myrna to the tour bus. She ran most of the way. He scarcely got the bedroom door closed before she was against him, kissing him feverishly.
His plans to make love to her evaporated. He could only think of one thing. He had to thrust into her body. Bury his c**k in her slick, warm flesh. He couldn’t wait. She must have been of the same mind. Her hands were already releasing the fly of his jeans. When his c**k sprang free of his pants, she gripped it in one hand and shuddered violently.
“Oh God, Brian. Do me hard. Please.”
She didn’t need to beg, but he liked it. He backed her into the bed and she tumbled backward. They both struggled to get her skirt up. He scarcely comprehended that she had opted against panties, and only found himself grateful that it made it easier for him to find her. She spread her legs wide, resting on her elbows to arch her back.
He guided his c**k into her body, fil ing her with one violent, deep thrust. Her entire body spasmed as she came. Hard.
“Oh God. Oh God!” she screamed. She continued to shudder as he began to withdraw and thrust into her as hard as he could. He would fol ow her to bliss soon. The urgency to spil his seed inside her was already building. His breath hitched unexpectedly. He was closer than he thought. He didn’t have time to delight in his build-up toward release. His body stiffened and he erupted inside her. He rocked against her with a startled cry as he came, and then col apsed on top of her. He trembled uncontrol ably for several moments as he attempted to catch his breath.
“Jesus, I’m sorry, Myrna. Was that even thirty seconds?”
She touched his cheek tenderly and kissed him. “You never last long after a show.”
“Yeah, but that had to be some kind of world record.”
She shook her head. “You lasted longer than I did. I came as soon as you put it in.”
He chuckled. “You always make me feel better. Even when I’m terrible.”
She knocked his hat off his head and buried her fingers in his hair. “I wouldn’t say you were terrible. Just too excited before you started, but you can make it up to me. We’l try it again from the beginning.”
Before she could kiss him, there was a timid knock at the door. Jace. Brian smiled.
“I plan to make it up to you al night,” he said. “I hope you’re ready.”
“For what?”
“A special surprise.”
He pul ed out of her body, tucked his c**k in his pants and fastened his jeans. He admired her exposed thighs for a moment before tugging her skirt down to cover her.
Jace knocked again and Brian went to answer the door. Jace carried a huge suitcase into the room, set it on the floor and opened it. He pul ed out a chain.
“I’l set this up for you,” Jace said. “It’s important to get the length right.”
Brian glanced at Myrna. Her eyes were wide as she stretched her neck to peer into the suitcase.
“Don’t worry, honey. I don’t think he’l use half that stuff,” Jace said to her.
Her frightened gaze moved to Brian. “What are you going to do?”
“Ask you to trust me.”
“I do trust you.”
Jace climbed up on the bed. “Kneel right here, Myrna.”
She looked at the chain in Jace’s hand. “What are you going to do?”
“Nothing.”
