Strung Tight (The Road To Rocktoberfest #1) - Ann Lister Page 0,26
of my favorite things to do with a guy. Doing it naked is even better.”
Dallas’s fingers were back on my stomach, sliding around through the ribbons of come, and the fluttering was back in my gut. The odd feeling kept rolling around in there and tightening my muscles to a point where I was lightheaded. “It’s all new to me,” I whispered.
“But you liked it,” Dallas asked, “or no?”
“It felt amazing,” I said.
Dallas pressed his wet and sticky index finger to my bottom lip, and I flinched because I knew what was on it. “Just take a little taste,” Dallas said as he painted my lip with our combined come; then he pressed his lips to mine, and we fed on each other like starved animals. I could taste Dallas’s unique flavor on his tongue, but I also had the flavor of us swirling around inside my mouth. This was dirty and so very arousing. I was nearly delirious from Dallas’s kisses.
“It tastes even better when it’s warm and shooting from the tip,” he said against my partially opened mouth and I moaned.
The knowledge of what Dallas was implying made my dick twitch with interest. It made me wonder if he’d sucked a lot of dicks and if he might want to suck mine. I shivered at the thought of his sexy lips wrapped around my shaft. I’d never once imagined another man’s mouth on me before him, and now I found myself thinking all sorts of crazy things I wanted to do with him—and to him. I didn’t know what had come over me, but this man had changed something inside of me, and I suddenly felt so free—free to be myself.
“Do you like giving blowjobs?” I asked.
Dallas nodded, and an adorable grin spread across his face. “I love having a cock in my mouth.”
“Have you done it a lot?” I asked, but I wasn’t really sure I wanted to know the answer.
“I’m not sure what you consider to be a lot,” Dallas answered. “I’ve been with a handful of guys and a few girls too. Girls are okay, but I come so much harder with a guy. I love that I don’t have to be gentle when rolling around with dudes because they expect to be manhandled, so it’s a whole new level of wow for me.” He adjusted himself to be fully on his side facing me with his head resting in his hand and his weight on his elbow. “I have a feeling you’re a new fan now of being with a guy. Am I right?”
I turned my eyes to the stars lighting the sky above us. “This is crazy, but it feels so fucking good,” I admitted quietly. “I don’t know if it’s just you I’m attracted to you, or if I’d feel this way with all guys, but I can’t say I’ve ever wanted to make-out with another dude besides you.”
“Aww, damn, Fletch. You make me feel so special.” Dallas teased me.
I turned toward him and gave him a shove, and then a wrestling match began between us. We laughed as we rolled around, and I could feel the drying come on my stomach, smearing all over him and me, which made what we were doing even more ridiculous. I was genuinely having a fun time with him, and that was something I hadn’t experienced much of in a long time. I’d been so focused on work and finding bigger and better gigs for the band that I took very little time for myself to simply goof off, but with Dallas, life felt different. I was less serious and not so guarded and afraid of enjoying myself, and this silly wrestling match in the sand was proof of that. This was one match I didn’t mind losing, because in my mind, it still felt like winning to me.
Chapter Nine
The guys from Chaos and I arrived early at the Apex Theater to do a walkthrough of the stage and a brief soundcheck to get a feel for the venue before it began to fill up with people. It would also give us a chance to calm our nerves, at least that’s what I hoped for myself. An empty club was far less intimidating than walking out on stage to see every seat as well as the standing room in the back by the bar filled to maximum capacity. The management for the theater told us the show sold out shortly after the tickets went on