Free Sinners On Tour 01 Backstage Pass by Olivia Cunning Page B

Eric’s grasp, knelt before Brian and looked up at him.
    “Let me suck you off,” she said. “Please.”
    He smiled down at her. “Like I’m going to say no to that request.”
    His hand stopped stroking his flesh and gently cupped her face. She leaned forward and took him deep into her throat, and then pul ed back, sucking hard. His fingers clenched in her hair. If she hadn’t been so turned on by him, she might have protested, but the pain was stimulating. She wanted him to hurt her. He jerked her head back by her hair until just the head of his cock was in her mouth.
    She understood what he wanted, and began to bob her head rapidly to stimulate the head. She was careful to keep her lips over her teeth so she didn’t scrape him while she sucked him vigorously, her lips bumping over the rim.
    “Yeah, baby,” he gasped. “That’s it.”
    The sound of Eric jerking off behind her distracted her for a moment. She paused. Brian yanked her hair again. Her nipples grew taut in response. Yeah, treat me like your dirty whore.
    She moved her hand between her thighs and slid two fingers inside herself, withdrawing them slick with her juices. She then reached between Brian’s legs and slid two lubricated fingers up his ass.
    He gasped in surprise, his body jerking. He didn’t ask her to stop. Instead, he widened his stance so her fingers could slide deeper. Most guys freaked out when she tried this. Jeremy had berated her for days— where did you learn that? Who have you been fucking? —but Brian seemed to trust her. Or maybe he was kinkier than most. She searched for her target. He was close to coming. It shouldn’t be hard to locate.
    She continued to give him head while her fingers probed inside him. Eric was stil jerking off behind her, his rhythm matching hers. She twisted her fingers inside Brian and found what she was looking for. The little gland that secreted semen was swol en to bursting. When she pressed against it, Brian cried out as his seed spurted into her mouth unexpectedly. Wel , unexpectedly to him.
    She’d known exactly what would happen. She swal owed his offering greedily, loving the salty taste of him.
    “What the fuck?” Brian yel ed. “God. Myrna. God.”
    Even after he’d spent his load, she continued to rub the little gland. It pulsated against her fingers, prolonging his orgasm for more than a minute. His entire body shuddered and trembled.
    “Oh God, Myrna, what are you doing to me? I can’t stop coming.” He put a hand on the wal for support.
    She smiled around his cock and removed her fingers from his ass, letting his orgasm dissipate.
    Eric cried out behind her as he came over her back. Correction. Into her hair.
    She released Brian’s cock from her mouth and glared up at Eric. “Did you just come in my hair?”
    “I’m sorry,” Eric said. “You’re just so hot, Myrna. I had to come on you. I couldn’t help it.”
    “Do you know how hard it is to get cum out of long hair?” She found the sticky mess on the side of her head with her hand. “Eww.
    Damn it, Eric.”
    Brian cupped her face, and when she looked up at him, he kissed her with loving reverence. “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense in my entire life, Myrna. You’re amazing.”
    She smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
    “That’s an understatement. I’ve never met a woman as uninhibited as you are.” She wasn’t usual y like this. His lack of inhibition brought out something primal in her. He kissed her again and leaned away to stroke the tip of her nose with one finger. “I hate to leave you right now, but I’ve got to get this new solo down on paper. I hope you understand.”
    “I think it’s awesome.” She meant it.
    He stared at her for a moment, contemplating her with a serious expression. “Wanna go to Vegas and get married?”

    Her heart stuttered to a stop and then started to race. Married? “Uh, no, actual y. Not at al .”
    He shrugged. “I had to ask.” He kissed her