Dirty Laundry (Get Dirty 2)

There’s a knock at the door, and from the other side, I hear the head roadie, a balding, leather vest-wearing guy holler in his smoke-lunged voice, “Fifteen minutes to stage time!”

Jim, Shane, and Eric stand, moving toward the door. “All right, man. See you in ten next to the stage for our pre-show cheer to kick off this year’s tour,” Jim teases.

As they leave, I turn to Keith, who’s shaking his head good-naturedly. “Oh, I need to see this cheer! That’s definitely going in the first story about the tour.”

Keith grins, shrugging. “Of course, but you know, I think I’m going to need to read these posts before you make them live. This isn’t all-access, so I might need to make sure you’re not telling all of my dirty secrets.”

I can hear the teasing heat in his voice, and I come close, whispering breathily in his ear. “Oh? And do you have some dirty secrets, Mr. Perkins? Please tell me . . . I’ll do anything if you’ll tell me.”

“I might have one or two secrets left in me,” he rumbles, his voice just on the line between teasing and sexy. “Want to hear one?”

I bite my lip, looking at him with faux-innocence as I nod. He spins me, shoving me flush against the door and whispering hotly in my ear. “My secret is that I’m gonna fuck your pussy with my fingers, make you come all over my hand. And then I’m going to play my concert with your taste, your scent marking me. When I wave to the crowd, it’ll be you I’m thinking about. Your fucking cream so sweet on my fingers as I blow kisses to all the fans. Take off your panties, Elise.”

I rush to do as he says, yanking my maxi skirt up and pulling at my thong. Keith grabs my wrists, stopping me in my tracks. “Wait. I didn’t know you had that on. You know how much I like those.”

I do know. That’s exactly why I’ve taken to wearing them more frequently. Keith caresses my bare cheeks, humming happily. “Leave it on.”

I nod, and keeping my skirt gathered in my hands, I press my cheek to the cool wood of the door, arching my back and pressing my pussy closer to Keith. He stands behind me, wrapping his arms around me and dropping his hands to my hips, urging me open some more.

I spread my legs a little wider, giving him access, and feel him chuckle behind me. “Oh, no, you’re gonna spread those pretty pussy lips for me. Hold your skirt with one hand and then open yourself for me. I need one hand for your sweet little clit and one to fuck your pussy.”

I do as he says, and as soon as he touches me, I cry out softly, knowing this room might not be soundproofed. “Oh, fuck, Keith. That feels so good.”

He goes fast, his fingers moving across my clit in hard sweeps, and I feel his cock grinding against my ass, turning me on until I’m soaked and I want more. “There’s not enough time. I want—”

Keith interrupts me, tugging on my ear with his teeth. “You’ve got three minutes, Elise. Then I’m walking out that door for the show. I want your cum on my fingers. You need to get there. Squeeze my fingers and imagine it’s my cock filling you up and come for me like a good girl.”

He shoves his fingers deep inside me, pressing them forward to my front wall, his other hand grinding against my clit. It’s so good, and all I need is to fall off the edge, gasping and coating his hand. It’s hot, intense, dirty, quick . . . but sometimes, that’s just as good as the times we’ve spent hours slowly teasing each other to multiple orgasms.

Before my vision even clears, I’m spinning and dropping to my knees as I wrench Keith’s jeans open. I look up and give him a flirtatious smirk. He’s not the only one who can tease his partner. “Two minutes and you’re walking out that door, Mr. Perkins. You need to come down my throat before then. Or else.”

“Or else what?” he growls, gasping lightly as I lick his shaft from base to tip.

“Like you said, you’re walking out that door. So get there, cowboy,” I say as I wink at him.

Before Keith can respond, I take his whole cock deep in my mouth and suck with everything I have, immediately bobbing up and down on his cock and loving the intoxicating musk of his natural scent. Keith groans loudly, planting his palms on the door behind me and spreading his legs wide as he tries to fuck my face. But I’m faster, holding his hips, slurping and hollowing my cheeks as I suck, hungry for him.