Slapping Kurt’s back, Edge yelled, “We did it! We rocked the fucking wheels off this tour!”
“Yeah, we did.” Kurt’s eyes never left mine.
Edge waved a hand between our faces. “Earth to the lovebirds. Dinner in fifteen and then you can fuck all night long. I know I plan to.”
Geez…Sometimes Edge was so crass.
Within a second, Nina came up and slapped the back of his head. “Edge!”
Edge clapped. “So…dinner?”
I held back a giggle. “That sounds good.”
“Let me shower first. Meet outside at the car in…a half hour.” Oh, I knew that tone from Kurt.
Giving a big wink, Edge said, “Sure thing.” Then, he snapped his fingers. “You’re a genius. Make it forty-five.”
My insides pooled with desire as Kurt and I made our way down the hallway. People stopped Kurt to congratulate him. Some wanted to ask a question; others
just wanted to shake his hand or give a fist-bump. It felt endless. If these people would just let me orgasm, I would answer questions all night long. Nearly fifteen minutes later, we made it back to his dressing room.
As we walked inside, we were all over each other kissing. Kurt’s hand drifted up my skirt and slipped under my panties. “I’m going to take you from behind as you watch in the mirror.”
I groaned and threw my head back as Kurt stroked my clit, building me up from within.
“You want two orgasms, baby?”
“Yes!”
With a little more pressure, I detonated, the pleasure coursing through me. He ran his nose along my jawline. “So sensitive.”
I whimpered as Kurt pushed a finger inside. It wasn’t nearly enough. What I needed was raw, carnal lust. “I thought you said you were going to fuck me.”
As the last syllable left my mouth, Kurt spun me around. “Dress up, baby. Put your palms on the table.”
Our eyes connected in the mirror’s reflection. The telltale sound of a zipper coming down made me squirm. Kurt dragged his hands up my legs and pulled my black dress up.
In one movement, he grabbed my hips and thrust inside me with a hiss. The sweet euphoria of feeling his cock inside me had me closing my eyes in satisfaction.
“Look at me, Sawyer.”
The commanding tone sent tingles through my body, and I looked up to see his face in the mirror. I pushed against Kurt as he pulled out and then thrust back in again. “Hold on, baby!”
“Faster!”
Kurt increased his speed, and I stiffened my arms to hold on. “Yes!” I screamed as he pounded into me.
One final thrust inside, and Kurt stiffened and released inside me. “You wreck me.”
“Anytime you sing…you take a piece of my soul.”
He pulled out of me and gently turned me to face him, his eyes tender. “Was I too rough?”
“Absolutely not.”
My eyes caught something on the couch across the room. Is that blood? The image stunned me into silence, and Kurt said words I couldn’t understand. Blinking rapidly, I tried to clear the image, thinking I must be imagining the words written on the wall. I grabbed onto Kurt as my legs became weak at the sight of the bloody baby with the knife sticking out of it on the couch.
“Sawyer!”