Dex is alive.
There’s no other way to put it. Up there in the spotlight, I see what his sister meant. This is a part of him, imprinted in his DNA. His whole body responds to the crowd, fire blazing in his eyes as he sings his heart out. For a few minutes, he’s transformed, totally free.
Then I realize, the only other time I’ve seen him unleashed, so in the moment, is when we were in bed together last night. It’s that same wild abandon, that same ferocious intensity. Dex inhabits the stage like he was born to be there, and I can see it in his eyes, he loves every minute of it.
How could he ever walk away?
The last crashing chords die away. The crowd goes crazy, the whole room flashing with cellphone cameras greedy for evidence of this unprecedented moment. But Dex doesn’t linger to soak in the applause, he bolts from the stage, cutting straight through the cluster of people towards me with a fierce look on his face.
“That was amazing—” I start to tell him, but he grabs hold of my arm and yanks me after him. “Dex,” I protest, “Wait—”
His grip doesn’t let up, digging into my skin as he pulls me through the backstage door into the narrow hallway.
“Are you OK?” I ask, worried. “Dex, talk to me!”
He doesn’t pause, dragging me past the clutter of amps and equipment and flinging open a door at the end of the hall. I stumble inside after him. I barely have time to register a dim space barely bigger than a storage closet, jammed with amps and an old couch, before Dex shoves me back against the wall and claims my mouth with a desperate kiss.
God…It’s flames and force, pure power unleashed, obliterating everything in the world. I sink against him, opening my mouth to take his demanding tongue, falling headlong into the rush as my body jolts alive and I feel his grasping hands roving everywhere.
Dex pulls back, panting hard. His eyes are still lit with the fever of performing, his whole body coiled tight with tension, radiating pure animal lust. For a moment, he holds me tight, staring deep into my eyes. I see the anguish there, a desperate need, and then his lips crash down on mine again, and there’s nothing but fire.
25.
DEX
Goddamn.
I drive into Alicia, desperate, needing her sweet oblivion like never before. My ears are still ringing with the sound of the crowd screaming my name; my blood sings with the perfect dazzling rush of their applause, the faces staring up at me, mouthing along the words I wrote, lost in the music.
Lost in me.
I can’t take it, it’s too much, too fucking good. One song, that’s all it took, and every instinct I’d thought was under control broke free. Now all I want is to be back there, commanding them all with my music. Now I need that release like nothing before.
But she can save me. She’s the only one who can.
I kiss her to blot out the spotlight and wash away my sins. I kiss her to quell the craving twisting tight in every atom of my body. I kiss her because this, fuck, this is the only thing as good as that rush out there.
Here, grinding against her luscious body, devouring her perfect lips. I grip her tighter to me, and Alicia answers with a moan, arching up against me, bucking against the hard-on already raging for her touch.
But there’s no time to explore every inch of her body. I need more than that, I need it all. I tear my mouth from hers and bury my head against her neck, licking up against the tender skin, feeling her shiver and gasp in my arms. I slide a hand to her breasts, squeezing and palming their delicious weight, rolling her tight nipples between my fingers until she cries out in pleasure. God, she doesn’t know what she does to me. The minute I saw her standing outside in that tight leather skirt, all legs and curves and that sexy damn smile, I wanted to be right here, closer even, deep inside her, driving deep until everything is gone. It isn’t right to take her like this, selfish and hard, but I’m past holding back, I need her too bad.
Now.
I wrench away from her and spin her around, bending her over an amp. She gasps in surprise, but the gasp turns to a moan when I yank up her skirt and run a hand down between her thighs. Fuck, she’s so wet, my cock leaps as I yank her damp panties aside and bury two fingers deep inside her, pulsing high against her walls.
“Dex!” She cries out, arching her back towards me, spreading her legs wider, grinding her ass into my cock until I think I’m going to explode. Jesus, I can’t take this, I have to have her, right this fucking second, so I release her for a moment to grab a condom from my back pocket and yank my jeans down. I roll it on in one motion, shoving her down with one hand as I grab her hips with the other and slam inside in a single hard stroke.
Fuck.
I lose my mind. Alicia cries out, grabbing hold of the amp for balance as I withdraw and thrust into her again, deeper this time, so fucking deep I can feel her everywhere. Her walls slide around me, contracting with pleasure, and the feeling is like nothing in the fucking world. I know I should hold back, go slow, but I’m possessed now, in the grip of a desperate frenzy, driving into her, over and over, gripping her hips hard, feeling her body slam forwards with the force of my thrusts, hearing the blissful sound of her moans, rising higher, reaching a damn crescendo. She screams my name, thrusting back to meet my rhythm with total abandon until her body suddenly explodes in a shudder, clenching around my cock, and it’s too much, it’s everything. Pleasure slams through me and I come with a roar, white-hot release splintering my body apart, my soul into pieces. I fall into the abyss, holding on for dear life as if she’s the only thing that can save me from drowning, and God, she is.
There’s no other way to put it. Up there in the spotlight, I see what his sister meant. This is a part of him, imprinted in his DNA. His whole body responds to the crowd, fire blazing in his eyes as he sings his heart out. For a few minutes, he’s transformed, totally free.
Then I realize, the only other time I’ve seen him unleashed, so in the moment, is when we were in bed together last night. It’s that same wild abandon, that same ferocious intensity. Dex inhabits the stage like he was born to be there, and I can see it in his eyes, he loves every minute of it.
How could he ever walk away?
The last crashing chords die away. The crowd goes crazy, the whole room flashing with cellphone cameras greedy for evidence of this unprecedented moment. But Dex doesn’t linger to soak in the applause, he bolts from the stage, cutting straight through the cluster of people towards me with a fierce look on his face.
“That was amazing—” I start to tell him, but he grabs hold of my arm and yanks me after him. “Dex,” I protest, “Wait—”
His grip doesn’t let up, digging into my skin as he pulls me through the backstage door into the narrow hallway.
“Are you OK?” I ask, worried. “Dex, talk to me!”
He doesn’t pause, dragging me past the clutter of amps and equipment and flinging open a door at the end of the hall. I stumble inside after him. I barely have time to register a dim space barely bigger than a storage closet, jammed with amps and an old couch, before Dex shoves me back against the wall and claims my mouth with a desperate kiss.
God…It’s flames and force, pure power unleashed, obliterating everything in the world. I sink against him, opening my mouth to take his demanding tongue, falling headlong into the rush as my body jolts alive and I feel his grasping hands roving everywhere.
Dex pulls back, panting hard. His eyes are still lit with the fever of performing, his whole body coiled tight with tension, radiating pure animal lust. For a moment, he holds me tight, staring deep into my eyes. I see the anguish there, a desperate need, and then his lips crash down on mine again, and there’s nothing but fire.
25.
DEX
Goddamn.
I drive into Alicia, desperate, needing her sweet oblivion like never before. My ears are still ringing with the sound of the crowd screaming my name; my blood sings with the perfect dazzling rush of their applause, the faces staring up at me, mouthing along the words I wrote, lost in the music.
Lost in me.
I can’t take it, it’s too much, too fucking good. One song, that’s all it took, and every instinct I’d thought was under control broke free. Now all I want is to be back there, commanding them all with my music. Now I need that release like nothing before.
But she can save me. She’s the only one who can.
I kiss her to blot out the spotlight and wash away my sins. I kiss her to quell the craving twisting tight in every atom of my body. I kiss her because this, fuck, this is the only thing as good as that rush out there.
Here, grinding against her luscious body, devouring her perfect lips. I grip her tighter to me, and Alicia answers with a moan, arching up against me, bucking against the hard-on already raging for her touch.
But there’s no time to explore every inch of her body. I need more than that, I need it all. I tear my mouth from hers and bury my head against her neck, licking up against the tender skin, feeling her shiver and gasp in my arms. I slide a hand to her breasts, squeezing and palming their delicious weight, rolling her tight nipples between my fingers until she cries out in pleasure. God, she doesn’t know what she does to me. The minute I saw her standing outside in that tight leather skirt, all legs and curves and that sexy damn smile, I wanted to be right here, closer even, deep inside her, driving deep until everything is gone. It isn’t right to take her like this, selfish and hard, but I’m past holding back, I need her too bad.
Now.
I wrench away from her and spin her around, bending her over an amp. She gasps in surprise, but the gasp turns to a moan when I yank up her skirt and run a hand down between her thighs. Fuck, she’s so wet, my cock leaps as I yank her damp panties aside and bury two fingers deep inside her, pulsing high against her walls.
“Dex!” She cries out, arching her back towards me, spreading her legs wider, grinding her ass into my cock until I think I’m going to explode. Jesus, I can’t take this, I have to have her, right this fucking second, so I release her for a moment to grab a condom from my back pocket and yank my jeans down. I roll it on in one motion, shoving her down with one hand as I grab her hips with the other and slam inside in a single hard stroke.
Fuck.
I lose my mind. Alicia cries out, grabbing hold of the amp for balance as I withdraw and thrust into her again, deeper this time, so fucking deep I can feel her everywhere. Her walls slide around me, contracting with pleasure, and the feeling is like nothing in the fucking world. I know I should hold back, go slow, but I’m possessed now, in the grip of a desperate frenzy, driving into her, over and over, gripping her hips hard, feeling her body slam forwards with the force of my thrusts, hearing the blissful sound of her moans, rising higher, reaching a damn crescendo. She screams my name, thrusting back to meet my rhythm with total abandon until her body suddenly explodes in a shudder, clenching around my cock, and it’s too much, it’s everything. Pleasure slams through me and I come with a roar, white-hot release splintering my body apart, my soul into pieces. I fall into the abyss, holding on for dear life as if she’s the only thing that can save me from drowning, and God, she is.
