Second Chance: (A dark, sexy male male romance of music and mafia) (Fighting Chance Book 2) by T. L. Dasha

Author:T. L. Dasha [Dasha, T. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Jay McClintock

Two Years Later

“Quiet.” Brad hissed through his teeth, while one hand covered my mouth. His other hand slid beneath my waistband until he was working me to attention with nimble fingers. He pressed his hot chest against me, while the cold texture of the ALIVE bathroom wall covered my back. I tightened my grip around his shoulders while he freed my now completely erect cock. “These partitions might hide that expression on your face, but they’re not going to hide your moans.”

What was said as a warning sounded more like a kink as Brad dropped to his knees, cupped his tongue around the underside of my shaft, then took me into the back of his throat. I covered my mouth with my own hand, as he forced my moans into my palm.

After Brad’s first album came out, he was thrown into a total media frenzy. ‘Watching Broken Clocks’ was topping every best seller list, and his ‘unplanned’ single was topping every chart. His stage fright was waning more and more, so long as I was there to help with his frustrations afterwards. The bigger the audience, the more intense it got in the dressing room, the closet, the tour van…

His sudden success had me climbing the ALIVE corporate ladder like it was an escalator. Intern, to full time assistant, to official writer and manager. No one questioned my worth or ability. They couldn’t. Today, we were just supposed to finish up his second album, but ten minutes into ironing out New Moon (Give Me A Chance) we ended up in the bathroom. It was the only area of the building that didn’t have security cameras, but that didn’t exactly mean it was private. I wish I could say that was the turn off I needed, but...

His moistened lips slid over the head of my cock, and he licked away the pre-cum. His eyes reconnected with mine. “If you’d rather I shove my dick in your mouth to keep you quiet, just let me know.” Brad smirked. “Turn around.”

Like his obedient puppet, I turned to face the tiled wall. He stood behind me, and pushed me hard against the cold marble. His chest was pressed against mine, his body making contact with nearly every inch of me with a contrasting warmth, as he undid his pants and fumbled for the lube in his back pocket. Penetrating him had felt incredible, but having him inside of me was something I couldn’t get enough of. He slid in so smoothly, my body seemed to be welcoming him with open pleasure.

“You’re not exactly making it easy.” I barely managed to get the words out of my throat between thrusts. “It’s hard enough keeping quiet in your dressing room. What did you expeeee-“

Brad held my hips firmly and picked up the pace and I couldn’t keep enough composure to chastise him anymore. Every movement inched me closer to ecstasy. My fingers clawed at the tile, looking for something- anything to distract myself from his perfect fucking cock.

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