Backstage by ilsuocantante

Happy birthday, my love! I am so thankful to have met you this year, you make me smile on a daily basis. I can't wait to go visit you in Texas so we can drink 'til we're blind and karaoke 'til we're hoarse.

I hope you enjoy this smutty little ditty... <333333>

oOo

I watched him as he played, mesmerized by the movements of his body. The way his full lips moved as he sang, the quick swipe of his tongue every few words. The way his adam's apple would bob with every swallow or tense with the drawn out notes. The movements of his shoulders as he strummed, the tense and release of the tendons on his forearms, his fingers on the strings... stroking, strumming, plucking.

Those fingers. Those beautiful, agile fingers. Long and slender, mobile and strong.

Fucking christ I want those fingers on me. In me.

I felt my body heat as I continued to watch him. I could barely even make out the music at this point, so entranced was I in the movements that created it. The blood rushed through my veins, pounding in my ears; my heart beating a fast and furious tempo that was at odds with his smooth and sultry beat.

He looked up at me, caught my eye through the crowd and smirked. Every muscle in my body tightened at the sight, at what I knew it meant. His mocking glance told me he knew all about my blatant eye fucking, could read my body's signals, and knew exactly what he was doing to me. His tongue's deliberate swipe of his bottom lip and the excited light in his verdant eyes told me he planned on making good on his teasing. He shifted a bit on his stool and brought his guitar to rest more fully on his lap. He ran his hand through his sweat-dampened hair, the reddish strands nearly standing on end as he blew out a long breath and bent to his strings once more.

It was my turn to smirk and raise and eyebrow.

I wasn't the only one getting worked up in his overheated room. I could feel the dampness on my skin, the body heat surrounding me causing my curls to stick to my face. I watched as a bead of sweat collected at his temple and dripped down the side of his face to his neck, running over his collarbone before disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt.

I longed to follow its trail with my tongue. Taste the salty sweet of his skin. Feel the supple flex of lean muscle and twisting of limbs beneath my hands.

He wrapped up his set and I disappeared into the backroom to wait for him.

I let myself in to his dressing room, leaning against the mirrored counter as I waited for him. He entered a few moments later, sweaty and red faced. Our eyes immediately locked, the charge arcing between us as it always did. He set his guitar down slowly and walked toward me, his stride measured and deliberate. When he came within arm's reach I shot my hand out, fisting it in his shirt and dragged him the remaining distance until his body was flush with mine.

He gave a surprised moan before fusing his mouth with mine, swallowing my answering growl. His mouth was salty with the sweat he'd licked from his lips, the ocean flavor hovering just above the cinnamon sweet that was Edward.

My hands were in his hair, tangled and tugging him closer. I wanted to devour him. Eat him in big greedy bites. I wanted his taste in my mouth, his skin against my skin, inside me, around me, fused with me.

I dropped to my knees before him, yanking his buttoned fly open and looking up at him when I saw that he was naked beneath the rough fabric of his jeans.

"Jesus, Edward," I murmured as I extricated his length from his pants.

I let his pants fall to his feet as I palmed his cock, hot and smooth and pulsing in my fist. Leaning forward, I liked his head, slick with the flavor of his want.

"Baby," he groaned, his hands coming to rest in my hair.

I licked down his shaft, circling the base with my tongue before dragging it up his length and engulfing his head completely in my mouth. He moaned as I took more and more of him, swirling my tongue over his throbbing flesh and moaning at the taste and feel of him in my mouth.

I glanced up at him, noting his focus was on something straight ahead, so unlike the way he usually fixated on his cock moving in and out of my mouth, my lips stretched tight around him. He glanced down at me then, feeling my eyes on him I was sure, and smirked.

He pushed on my shoulder gently to get me to release him.

"What?" I asked, thoroughly fucking confused. He just scooted me over so I was perpendicular to him before reorienting himself before me, palming the back of my head and urging me to take him in once more.

"Ahhh," he groaned. "Baby, look." He gestured to the right of him. I glanced beside me and became transfixed with the sight of us in the mirror. His hard cock, slick and veined as it pumped in and out my mouth, my lips stretched around him, his hands in my hair.

"Mmm," I moaned around him, feeling myself leaking onto my underwear, my entire body tensed and hot at the sight.

"Fuck, that mouth. Such a pretty fucking mouth," Edward muttered above me, his eyes on the mirror, his hands in my hair guiding my movements. "So hot and wet, baby. And your tongue working my dick, so good. So good," he moaned as I took him deeper, took everything, the back of his head hitting my throat. "Yes, baby. Fuck yes, you take everything, everything I give you."

I released him from my mouth suddenly, with a loud popping sound. His head swiveled back to meet my eyes.

"What the fuck, I was so close," he whined.

"I want you to fuck me now," I growled, my need for him overwhelming me.

He pulled me up by my hair, attacking my mouth and groaning when he tasted himself on my tongue. He yanked my shirt over my head, shoved my pants and underwear to my feet before backing me into the counter. He spun me around, my back to his front and bit my shoulder roughly, his eyes burning into mine in the mirror before he backed up and surveyed the sight before him.

"Such a pretty ass," he mused before catching my eye in the mirror. "I'm gonna fuck that pretty ass so hard."

"Please," I whimpered at his words, my entire body clenching and aching with anticipation.

He fumbled around in his pants, taking a condom and lube from his pocket. "Such a boy scout," I teased.

"I just know you always want to fuck after a show," he grinned. "Thought I'd actually be prepared to give it up right away for once."

He moved toward me again, positioning himself against me as one hand gripped my hip and the other wrapped around me to stroke me. He fingers were strong and sure on my flesh, I could feel myself pulsing under the pressure of his fingertips.

I felt him pressing a slick finger into me, pumping in and out in time with his other hand's strokes. He added another and I groaned at the sensation of fullness. He removed his fingers slowly, pressing his length against me. The burn of skin stretching to accommodate him was a familiar sensation that served only to heighten the pleasure. He moved slowly, inch by inch until he was finally filling me fully.

"God, Edward," I moaned. His grip tightened on my hip, his mouth coming down to suck at the skin of my shoulder and neck.

He began to move in me, his strokes in and out of me in time with his fingers on my skin, pushing and pressing. I felt as though he encompassed my entire body; he chest pressed to my back, his mouth on my neck, inside me around me. I looked up, caught sight of us in the mirror. His eyes closed, his face twisted with pleasure as he thrust and stroked and bit and sucked.

I could feel my release build, every muscle in my body tensing and stretching; seeking the pleasure they knew was on the brink of exploding throughout my body. I lifted a hand, yanking on his hair, fusing my mouth to his as I pushed back on his thrusting hips, pulling him deeper, harder. He groaned into my mouth, increasing his pace.

"Fuck, baby," I moaned. "I'm gonna come so hard, don't stop. Please don't stop," I moaned, I begged, I babbled as the white hot heat stole through my limbs, blinding me.

"Fuck yes," he growled. "Come for me baby, I want to feel you come in my hand."

I moaned and writhed and pushed against him, whimpering desperately until my entire body seized and I spilled myself into his hand.

"Oh god, oh god," Edward moaned behind me, burying his face in my shoulder. "Jasper, baby..." he trailed off in a guttural groan as he swelled and spilled inside me.

We lay bent over the counter, paralyzed and panting, waiting for the blood to return to our limbs. He wrapped his warm arms around my heaving chest, pulling me upright and then moving me so I faced him. I burrowed my face into his shoulder, my arms winding around his waist. Our softening and sensitive flesh brushed as we held one another, and we laughed as we shivered at the sensation.

Edward placed a soft kiss on my mouth. "Come on, baby. Let's get dressed and go home. I need a shower."

I smacked his ass gently. "Yes you do. And now, so do I."

He stepped back, eying me appraisingly. "But I like you dirty, Jasper."

"Yeah, but you like cleaning me up just as much."

He nodded, one corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. "Touche. Maybe I'll give you a tongue bath."

Guh...


What's that? Wait... did Ang just break Tonya's boyhole smut cherry? Why yes... I think she did.

Hope you like, bb! I'm all kinds of nervous trying my hand at this, knowing I'm serving it up to the master. ;)

Hope you have a wonderful day, my love. *noms your face off*