Lust Burning

He tasted like mint toothpaste and was wonderfully responsive, tongues battling, our lips crushing together in rising violence. I became aware of our entire bodies, of his hard length pressing urgently against my belly. I am shorter and without thinking shifted his muscular thigh between my legs, pushing him back against the counter. He answered by running his hands all over my back and ass, French-kissing me even more fiercely. Instinctively I began to grind against the steel of his thigh. The pressure that had been building for two weeks roared up in me, darkness crashing through my sight.

Despite the clothing separating us, the unforgiving tightness of denim around my trapped cock, I was getting close. Real close. Growling I pressed our upper-bodies together, desperate to feel as much of him against me as possible. My hips wouldn't, couldn't stop shamelessly grinding against him and the friction only increased when my knees gave out. Straddling him, I felt his strong arms surround me, holding me up, clutching me closer. Our lips finally parted and I chewed on the muscle joining his neck to his shoulder, whimpering as my orgasm continued to loom impossibly nearer.

God I hadn't got off this way since I was a teenager, electric shocks from every contact point, Mmmm, so good… what was he going to think, me moving like a slutty dancer against him hyperventilating but I couldn't stop, not even for a minute to let him get his hand properly around my shaft and Oh! Now his fingers were in my hair and how did he know? maybe he wouldn't … AArgh! Fuck. Of course he did, twisting so tight, couldn't breathe now, tugging the fine hairs at the nape of my head, couldn't think -was that me making those noises? Shit Shit Shit I had to... I couldn't... Oh! Oh! Oh! Oooh!

Pure liquid fire roared through me from head to toe as I lost myself completely to my orgasm. I shuddered and jerked, feeling him shiver as my teeth clamped down hard at the base of his neck. The spasms of release were so strong as to be nearly painful, the change in sensation caused by the sudden slickness setting me off again in a series of convulsive aftershocks. For a long long moment I just floated, finally relieved of two weeks, no, make that six months worth of pent-up lust.

Gradually coming back to my senses, the enormity of what I'd just done suddenly crashed down on me. Doubt. Insecurities, terrifying memories of a similar time surged through me. Goddamn if I've ruined the band I'll never forgive myself. In that vulnerable moment just after orgasm, I found myself blinking against scalding tears. My throat hurt, like I was choking on my fears. I was lost in a fog of pain, past and present mingling into one long silent wail of grief in my head.

A touch on my shoulder, soft, caressing. Chris. Who I'd just made out with until I shot in my pants. Exhilarating. Except that he isn't into men. Lord I felt horrible, like some monster who betrays the trust of his princess for his own satisfaction. Overwhelmed with disgust for myself, I couldn't even bring myself to look at him.

Tugging. His strong fingers were back in my hair, angling my head towards his face. Moaning I didn't have a choice but to obey. Bastard. He'd found one of my major weak spots and he was shamelessly using it. I just can not resist a firm grip tightening into the hairs just above my neck. It shoots fire straight to my groin and my knees buckle. All my thought processes shut down and I become a quivering mass of need.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry Oh God I'm so sorry… "

It was like a litany escaping my lips, easy as breathing.

"Please I'm sorry sorry." My voice cracked and I couldn't say it aloud anymore, but the words still rang in my head.

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sor-Chris's lips gently playing over my face finally broke through the haze.

"Sshh. It's alright baby."

He wasn't mad. Butterfly kisses, brushing me again and again. He wasn't mad.

Crooning soft soothing nothings into my ear. He wasn't mad. My mind couldn't seem to wrap itself around the concept. Cringing, I finally brought myself to look into his eyes.

They were shining with wonder, like a kid at Christmas. Bright, Bright, his features were peaceful. Not angry.

"God, I never knew… "He began, then trailed off.

"I'm sorry, "I whispered softly.

"I kinda got that part, "he said, with a chuckle. Looking at me sideways, his eyes sparkled with sudden mirth. His lips quirked and I found myself grinning back. Like a bubble rising in champagne the laughter built until we were both roaring with it. It felt so good. He wasn't mad!!! Inside, I was dancing with elation. I'd kissed Chris andhe wasn't mad! I wanted to whoop and shout, to run naked down the street or stand on my head. It was finally sinking in. He wasn't mad!!!!

Rocks emerging from the shower and looking at us lunatics just set us off again. Finally calming enough that only a convulsive chortle sometimes shook us, Chris squeezed by me heading back to the room. And for a few brief seconds, his semi-soft cock was pressed right into my palm. That was no accident. I could clearly feel the weight of it under the scratchy texture of the towel. The very wet, sticky towel.

Oh My.

Bringing my hand to my face, I sniffed, trying to confirm my suspicions.

Yup, along with the chemical smell of detergent, there was musk. A heady, male scent of sex. Chris had cum too! Halfway into the room, he turned and our eyes met again. He looked smug, a little what-are-you-going-to-do-now look that confirmed my doubts. What the hell, might as well give a little payback. Looking straight at him with my most sexy bedroom eyes, I slowly licked the palm of my hand, from my wrist to my middle finger. I ended by sucking it into my mouth up to the second knuckle, hollowing my cheeks. He actually shuddered and Oh man, the look on his face!

Pushing past his shocked form, I busied myself with my bag. Looks like I'll be wearing the leather after all, commando style, cause my underwear are trashed. This is going to be a killer show tonight.

And after…the Voice in my head added enthusiastically.

Yeah, after.