I snuck a shy glance at him.
He grasped my chin with his thumb and index finger before placing a soft kiss on my forehead. “None of that. No getting shy on me again.”
“That was…” I trailed off.
“Yes?” he prompted.
“That was the best blow job I’ve ever had.”
Stellan laughed lightly. “I’m happy to hear it.”
“What about you?”
“Tonight isn’t about me. It’s about you.”
“What if I want to make it about you, though?” I argued.
Stellan answered me with a deep kiss, and the fact I could taste my release on his tongue made it even hotter than any of the previous ones we’d shared.
“The fact you asked that is enough for me. And with that, I need to go,” he told me after we broke apart.
“You do?”
“Yup. We both need some sleep.”
“You could stay…” I said softly.
Stellan was already standing beside the bed, and he leaned down to give me another kiss. “And one day I’ll take you up on your invitation. Make sure you lock up behind me.”
“Wait, I’ll walk you to the door.”
I grabbed my sweatpants off the floor, and Stellan watched with lust-filled eyes as I quickly tugged them on. Then, before I made an idiot of myself by dropping to my knees and begging him to stay, I walked him to the door.
“Make sure to lock up,” he reminded me again.
“I will. I’ll talk to you later.”
“You can count on it.”
Pulling me into his arms, he gave me another thorough kiss before pulling away and shutting the door firmly behind him. After making sure all the locks were tightly in place, I shut off all the lights and retreated to my room.
My mind was reeling, and my body was still humming. That had been the most intense orgasm ever, and Stellan had kept his promise. He had given me a glimpse of what my body was capable of, and I was anxious to find out what else it could do. Stellan had played my body like it was his saxophone. His nimble fingers pressed into me like my skin was the keys, and he blew my cock like he was playing the sexiest tune only he could hear.
My body was his instrument, and he was the only musician I wanted to play it.
18
Stellan
“What can I get for you, handsome?” the bartender asked when I approached him during a break.
It was mid-week and the band was trying out a new location a few towns over in Attonbury. It was a nice jazz bar with a smaller, more intimate crowd. But what the crowd lacked in size they made up for it in enthusiasm for our music, and it was a nice change of pace.
“Just a water,” I told him as I sat down on one of the stools.
His smile was friendly, but not flirty, and even though I noted how handsome the younger guy was with his wavy black hair and piercing blue eyes, I had zero interest. Not when I finally had Foster’s attention.
“Here you go. Can I get you anything else?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Thanks.”
A firm hand clapped me on the shoulder, and I turned to see Maverick plopping down on the stool next to me. “Where were you back there?”
His odd question had me furrowing my brow in confusion. “Unless I teleported to another dimension, I’m pretty sure I was on the same stage as you.”
“Physically, yes. And while you played the music perfectly, I could tell you weren’t there mentally. Your typical emotion wasn’t behind your playing, and it was evident you were distracted.”
I shrugged. “Everyone has an off day now and again. If I played perfectly, then I didn’t mess up anything. So why the questions?”
“Because I’m your friend?”
“Are you questioning that?”
“You tell me.”
I sighed and took a drink of my water. My throat was parched from playing for so long, and Maverick had interrupted me from taking that first sip. “Of course we’re friends. Why are you even questioning it?”
“Sometimes I have my doubts.”
“I play with the band; we hang out sometimes. What more do you want?”
“You’re so closed off, Stellan. It’s hard to read you sometimes.”
“It’s not a good story, anyway. I’ll be back on my game for the next set.”
Maverick looked like he wanted to say more, but the bartender approached and took his order. I took the opportunity to slip away and head toward the bathroom. After splashing some water on my face, I fixed my hair to make sure all the strands were secure in the bun and