The guitarist P.1

I smiled as I waited for him to come off stage. The music was blurring out of his rusty old fender that still played perfectly as the pick strummed off the newest set of strings. His smooth voice on the backing vocals as many people sang along to his lead singer, Adam. Scott glanced at me every now and then and they were playing in front of five hundred thousand people.

I couldn't stop smiling from where I was standing side on. I knew I would be his as soon as the concert was over.

Many people were tapping on me and talking to me since I was at the side of the stage. Crew members and staff were offering me drinks and food that I couldn't turn down.

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Adam and Scott plus a few other members were waving goodbye to the crowd and next thing I knew, I was in Scott's arms.

"Fuck I missed the feel of your skin." Scott smiled and talked quietly.

"You were only out there for an hour and a half." I laughed and kept my arms wrapped around his neck.

A crew member lifted his guitar and he gracefully carried me to his changing room while I saw Adam.

"Hey!"

"Bye!" I shouted to Adam as Scott was running with me in his arms. I was afraid I was going to fall.

He set me down near his changing room and we walked inside and shut the door behind us. "Can't help it, there's nothing I want more."

He pushed me against the wall and attached his lips to my neck, my heart pulsing. My hands roamed around his back as his mouth made his way to my mouth and kissed me like there was no tomorrow.

My hands were at war with his soft, brown, straight hair and his lips were fighting for dominance.

A sofa sat in the corner of the room when he pushed me down and started undressing me, both of our breaths nearly out and just wanting more.

He kissed my chest and started playing with my nipples, my head going back in pure pleasure when his mouth attached and played with my nipple.

My heart was rushing and the blood was all rushing to my vagina, just wanting him inside of me.

All of our clothes were in a heap on the floor and then his cock was thrusting in and out, my head tilted back and our quiet moans filling the air.

I oragasmed a few more times but Scott wasn't stopping when he kept pounding and pounding me until I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't speak.

His fingers played with my pussy and his tongue was dancing with my clit when I came again and moaned in pleasure.

His rhythms kept getting better and better as his tongue licked and flicked where I enjoyed most.

I only felt like paying him back.