“So sorry I’m late.” he says into my hair.
I kiss him and tell him he can make it up to me right this second. We were supposed to get dinner before I had to come set up for tonight’s show, but he couldn’t get out of work.
“How’s that?” he asks.
“Bend me over and fuck me. I want to feel your cum slipping out of me when I get up there.”
We go to the bathroom where I pull my jeans down to my ankles, and make his cock slippery with my mouth before turning around and guiding it into me.
I hear his audible exhale, one of my favorite sounds as he pushes into me. He’s slow and careful but I don’t have time for that.
“Harder.” I say, pushing against him.
He pounds me then, his body slapping my ass, the confines of my pussy tightening around him.
I press my hands into the cold tile of the wall. I can hear laughter and people talking right outside the door. I contain my need to exclaim my pleasure as he says he’s about to come
“Do it.” I turn to watch his face as he lets go, the warmth of his cum filling me up.
When he finishes and I yank up my jeans, and check the time. Four minutes to spare. Perfect.
I wipe the sweat from his forehead before walking out with him in tow.
I grab my guitar, and walk onto to the stage, his cum seeping out of me and I smile.