He looked up at me and smiled. "You know we only have like, half an hour until they open the doors to general admission."
"I know," I sighed. I knew it had to end eventually, I just didn't want him reminding me all the time...
He abruptly stood up. "Lets go to my dressing room. Come on." He extended a hand and pulled me up off the ground.
I gave him a quizzical look.
"I have to fuck you."
It hit me like a punch in the gut.
In a daze, I allowed him to lead me back down the hall like a child. We reached his dressing room. He opened the door, pulling me inside, and then shut and locked it.
"Come here--" He grabbed me roughly and pressed his mouth to mine. I felt his hands work their way over my body, up under my clothes. He bit at my neck, and I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin. He tugged at my garmets with his fingernails, frustrated by the hinderence seperating him from his prize. Before I knew what was happening, my clothes were off and laying in a pile on the ground. Trent and I tongued hungrily while we stripped off his clothes, throwing them aside as well. Then we were naked, touching, feeling. He ran his calloused fingers over my skin, taking me in. I felt his hard member bobbing between us, so I took him in my hand and squeezed. He groaned desperately, burying his face in my neck and biting down hard.
"Trent--!" My voice cracked.
He ignored it and kept going, lifting me easily and placing the head of his cock at my opening. There was no time for foreplay here, it was pure, primal sex. Just raw sex. I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to keep up with his pace, but before I could, he had thrust his hips up into me, driving his cock deep into my tight, wet opening. I pulled his hair and screamed his name as he split me open, feeling his knees buckle a little beneath us. He started thrusting almost immediately, burying his member deep inside me, again and again. I screamed each time he penetrated me, the pain mixing deliciously with pleasure. There was an urgency to our lovemaking this time, an intensity.
Trent buried his face into my chest, nipping at what skin he could grasp. He moaned, tightening his hold on me and increasing his speed. He was using me as his fucktoy, and I loved it. He pumped into me relentlessly, like a piece of meat, such a change from the loving, fatherly attention he usually showed me during sex.
I started to babble incoherently. "Oh God, oh, fuck me so hard...!" I cried, digging my nails into his chest, taking handfulls of his chest hair.
"Say my name," he commanded.
"Trent!!" I screamed immidiately, "Fuck me, Trent, fuck me so hard!"
He suddenly turned and threw me roughly down onto the counter, grabbing my hips and pounding into me.
"Oh, fuck yes," he hissed through clenched teeth, putting his hands on my shoulders, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, "Fuck yes, Mykie!" I arched my back and cried out, pulling him into a hard kiss by the back of the neck. Our lips collided together, open-mouthed, and he bit my tongue.
I squealed and pulled away, but he dove in for another kiss.
The entire table was shaking violently as the pressure within us built, pushing us closer and closer to orgasm with each thrust.
I arched my back and tilted my head back to look at our reflection in the mirror. What I saw made me moan out loud. Trent had become an animal, fucking me relentlessly, practically climbing up onto the counter with me. Sweat glistened on his muscled body, and veins stood out on his arms and hands. It was so sexy.
"Unhh, Mykal!" he cried, "I'm gonna cum, baby, finish with me!"
I screamed, dug my nails into his chest and raked them down as climax crashed into our bodies. Trent's snarls turned to a roar as he made one last hard thrust into me, and held his penis in deep penetration as he ejaculated into me. My back thrust into a high arch as all my muscles contracted at once and I orgasmed, holding myself tightly up against Trent's hot body.
He buried his face into my neck, holding me in his strong arms and lipping at my collarbone until our breathing began to slow again.
We were silent a long time, laying naked together. We didn't need to talk. The little kisses and gentle stroking and touching that occurred naturally seemed to speak for us. He put a hand on my chin and turned my head to him, looking directly into my eyes. I became immediately enveloped in their beautiful green, and before long, we had lost track of time again. I noticed he was still inside me.
When we finally did stand up, sweat still clinging to our bodies, we dressed each other wordlessly and gently kissed before leaving the room, hand in hand.
The concert that night was the most amazing show I'd ever seen. It was so erotic to watch him perform. His body language, the sweat, his facial expressions, the way his muscles tensed and flexed, it was all too reminiscent of our sex. And I screamed along with every lyric, like a dutiful little fanboy.
I met up with him again after the show, and he took me back to his hotel room where we laid down together, wrapped in each other's arms. And for once, I slept in my warm place.
