Strung Tight (The Road To Rocktoberfest #1) - Ann Lister Page 0,68
and it is scary as fuck, but let’s just ride it out and see where it takes us, okay?”
Dallas nodded and planted another fiery kiss on me that had my cock flexing again. “After the Rocktoberfest show is behind us, I want to take you out on a real date, as I mentioned before,” I said. “I want to show everyone that you’re with me—like really with me, and I don’t even care if that makes me sound like a caveman.”
“Cavemen can be sexy underneath all that hair,” he said and grinned, “and I would love to go out with you like real boyfriends,” he replied. “As soon as your schedule slows down enough we can do that date, but meanwhile, the time we’ve managed to squeeze in together like this has been great. I love just talking with you or playing video games, and the other stuff we do makes me come really hard, so I won’t ever complain about any of that.”
I laughed and ground my hard-on into his until I heard him gasp. “I want you again, but I know you’re probably sore,” I said. “Or do you want to try and fuck me instead?”
“You are such a horn dog.” Dallas teased. “You get one taste of man sex, and now you’re insatiable.”
I tipped my head at him and grinned. “Is that a bad trait to have?” I asked.
“No, not at all, but for your first time it’s going to take a bit of work to get you prepped enough to fully enjoy it, and it’s getting kind of late for me to properly get you ready,” Dallas explained. “Trust me, this isn’t something you ever want to rush.”
“I can’t help it, you make me so fucking horny,” I admitted. “I think of you and I get hard.”
“Maybe next time we’re hanging out, I’ll introduce you to your prostate.” Dallas teased.
“Oh yeah, and how will you do that—with your magic dick or your fingers?” I asked.
“I’ll use fingers to start with, and then while I’m rubbing your gland and you’re ready to lose your fucking mind from the pleasure, I’ll slide my cock inside of you,” Dallas described, and once again, I had a solid piece of pipe in my boxers straining to be set free. The guy truly did know how to push my buttons.
Silence fell between us, and Dallas began to fidget under the weight of my body pressing down on him. “I’d like you to ride with us on the bus to Nevada,” I said out of the blue.
“With your band?” he asked in surprise.
“Yeah, sure, why not?” I replied. “Everyone knows you, and after earlier today, they all know we’re together, so what’s the big deal?”
“I’m not sure my father would allow me to do that,” Dallas answered. “The road crew is supposed to stay together and leave the talent to themselves. My dad is always drilling it into our heads that we’re there to work, not fraternize with the bands.”
“That’s crazy,” I said and sat up on the couch. “How about I ask your father if you can ride with us? Would that help?”
“Doubtful, and it could even make things worse,” Dallas said as he came to a sitting position again. “He’s not completely on board with my being with you, so riding on your bus might just fan the flames.”
“He doesn’t like me?” I asked.
“That’s not it at all,” Dallas replied. “He likes you a lot and is always saying how talented your band is, so it’s not that.”
“Then what is it?”
Dallas shifted on the couch as if he were uncomfortable with the topic of our conversation. “He wants me to remember ‘my place’ at the warehouse,” he finally said.
“What the fuck does that mean, Dallas?”
“He says roadies serve a purpose and that we need to mind our business and do our jobs with as little interaction with the band members as possible,” he mumbled.
“He’s making it sound like you’re some kind of a second-rate citizen,” I stated. “That’s ridiculous. I want you on this bus for the trip, Dallas. I’m going to be nervous as fuck, and you’re the one who can calm me down the best and get me centered again.”
“That’s a nice compliment, Fletch, but I’m not sure it would hold much weight with my father.”
“What if I talked to—”
“Don’t say Dagger. You don’t need to go to the top for this,” Dallas stated with firmness. “I’ll see if I can find my father in a good mood,