The Complete Rockstar Series

Holy shit. Johnny Utah is a bottom. I think I just died and went to heaven.

71

Mitch

“Are you sure?” Gavin asks.

He is clearly excited by the idea of fucking me. The man’s cock turned to granite when I admitted what I wanted, what I’ve been fantasizing about for a decade. But Gavin is worried about me having regrets.

“Yes, I’m sure. It’s how I always picture myself in, ummmm…” Shit this is embarrassing. “I’ve used, you know, toys and stuff before.”

“I understand,” he murmurs, thankfully not making me describe my fantasies in detail or how I’ve used plugs and dildos to get myself off.

Gavin reaches back and turns off the water. He grabs a towel and dries me off before doing the same for himself. I hesitate when he turns to leave the bathroom, suddenly thrumming with nerves.

“Mitch?” Gavin holds out a hand. It’s his turn to comfort me. He wears the role well, kind, protective, gentle. I never knew that I would want to be taken care of. That it would actually turn me on. “I won’t hurt you.”

My hand shaking, I put it in Gavin’s. “I trust you,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. Whether it’s desire or nerves or plain old stress from everything swirling around us right now I’m not sure. I only know that this feels right.

Gavin nods, leading me into the bedroom. He tugs me close, his mouth covering mine. I open and his tongue thrusts in, hungry and desperate. Gavin pulls back, his blue eyes bright and lust-crazed. “Lay down, gorgeous. I’ll be right back.”

When he leaves the room, I do as he said, shuffling to the center of the large bed. While lying in silence, waiting for Gavin to return, my anxiety attempts to take over. But when the gorgeous, naked man enters the room and I see his perfect face, flushed with excitement, I know that this is where I belong. Gavin is the one meant for me.

Gavin climbs up onto the bed, crawling over until he’s kneeling between my legs. The urge to reach up and taste him—his tan skin, those addictive piercings in his dark nipples, his thick cock—the visual stimulation nearly overwhelms me. My hands twitch at my sides.

“Stay still,” he commands, a playful look in his eye. He tosses a bottle of lube and a condom onto the bed.

“I want to touch you,” I groan, my hand drifting down to fist my own cock.

“You will,” he teases. “Let me pleasure you first. I’m going to take care of you, Mitch. Make you feel so good.”

My hips jerk at his seductive words. “Jesus, Gavin.”

Large hands wrap around my ankles, slowly sliding up my legs until they bump into my groin. He squeezes my thigh muscles, just hard enough to make my dick jump in anticipation.

“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” I pant.

“I hope not,” he laughs. Then Gavin stretches out over me, covering me with his body, our cocks sliding together.

I gulp. “Shit. You feel so good.”

“Just wait. It gets so much better,” he mumbles. Gavin drops his mouth to mine, nipping at my lips before giving me a deep, languid kiss. Our tongues tangle, swiping inside each other’s mouths, going deeper with each pass. His piercings brush across my chest, stimulating my own nipples. When he pulls back, I moan in frustration.

“Patience.” Gavin lowers his head to my neck, biting and licking a searing path down to my chest. “Gorgeous,” he croons as he laves one nipple, bringing it to a tight peak as I squirm beneath him.

“Fuck, Gav. I need more.” My hands wrap around his head, slipping my fingers through his soft hair. Gavin moves to the other side, torturing that nipple as well until both are tingling and red.

“I know,” he whispers against my skin, moving lower to lick a path across my stomach. My abs clench when he nips at the tight band of muscle on the side of my hip.

“Fuck!”

Gavin sucks on the sensitive spot, teasing it with his mouth until I know for sure there’s going to be a mark there. The thought makes my rigid cock even harder.

His tongue makes it’s way back to the center of my body, swirling around my navel before dipping lower. I watch, nearly undone as he laps up the slick precome that coats my skin.

“Mmmmm, you taste so fucking good, Mitch. Your dick is so fucking big.” Gavin stares at me as he opens his mouth and swallows my cock until it hits the back of his throat.

“Fucking shit! Ungh! God, Gavin. Ohmygod, ohmygod…” My breath hitches as the pleasure builds steadily in my balls. When the pressure becomes too much and I’m about to blow, Gavin pulls off and wraps a hand around the base of my cock, squeezing hard to cut off my orgasm. “Fuu-uuck!” I thrash my head on the pillow, frantic for relief.