0 comments/ 20482 views/ 6 favorites For This While... By: LoneGirl It was a frenzied day. The show was in two hours. The lads were getting dressed. Cameras were all over, waiting for a glance of the pop stars. Reporters were craving for a bite or two. Security was working over-time to ensure order. And amidst all that commotion, my dressing room seemed the best place to hide and give my nerves some relief. I had been at the sound desk all morning, working with the other technicians to make sure everything was perfect, and now I needed a breather. I had only just got to the 20th page of the book I was reading, when there was a knock on the door. Rolling my eyes, I kept the book aside and rather unwillingly pulled myself out of the chair. "What are you doing here?" I could not hide my surprise when I saw him standing there, wearing that naughty grin. He wasn't dressed. Clad in jeans and a hooded sweatshirt, he looked like anybody else in that building, which had made it easier to evade eyes and sneak over to my dressing room. But it did get me a little worried, for obvious reasons. "The show's not long now," I said, as he came in and secured the door, "Why aren't you dressed?" Instead of replying, he snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me close, claiming my lips. I was about to lose myself in the sensations but the thought of the show refused to leave me. I pulled away and tried to glare at him. "You'll be late." He just laughed at my annoyance. "How long have we been apart?" he asked flatly, earning him a scowl from me. "I don't remember," I said, not understanding what he meant by that. "But I do. No wonder I've been so aroused all day." My heart seemed to stop for a moment. He was there to have sex with me?! "Listen, this is-" I had barely got the words out when two of his strong fingers pressed against my lips. "I know, I know... Not the right time or place and the show's about to begin and I need to be ready and face the world...." he rattled off all that was going on in my mind and smiled his signature smile. I felt my body breaking into small beads of sweat as his intentions became clearer to me. "When the truth is, we have been apart for four weeks- that is ever since the tour started- and I feel so tortured," he continued, gently caressing my face with his hands, "I haven't touched myself all this time. Have saved it all for you. Nobody can take care of me the way you do. Not even I." I closed my eyes and leaned against his body, feeling the contours of his chest through the soft material of the hoodie. His breath was warm on my neck, his hands drawing circles across my back. "Or maybe you were too busy to find some me-time," I chuckled softly. "Uh-uh. I shower at least twice every day. I easily could. But as much as I wanted to relieve myself, I wanted you to give it to me. You are my happiness, kitten." "You won't be late, will you?" I asked, wanting to give in to the moment but sheer professionalism holding me back. He was the frontman. There was no way he could afford to be lax. "Have I ever been?" "Well, we've never made love before a show, have we?" He laughed, his body vibrating against mine. "Look at me, kitten." He held my face and stared deep into my eyes. "You have no idea how much I want you," he murmured, "You saw me at the sound check? I could barely concentrate. I just wanted to grab you, take you to the nearest restroom and make you mine. Four weeks is crazy! Anybody else in my place would've gone nuts by now. You've got to give it to me for my amazing restraint." I sure had to. He took his work so seriously that he could forget everything else. And even if we wanted to make love, either one or both of us would be too tired by the end of the day. As someone with equally good restraint, I knew what he was feeling. And when I felt his hands against my skin, I realised that I could deny neither him nor my body. Not any longer. My resistance dissolved and my heart throbbed violently, as he caught my lips in his once more, kissing me with all he had. He held me close to his body and walked us backwards, until we had tumbled onto the leather sofa. His hands pulled my skirt up, dipping two fingers inside my panties. "Fucking hell," he groaned against my face, "You're so wet... I see that I'm not the only one who's horny here, huh?" He had no idea how sexy he sounded when he swore. We both were so prudish all the time. Nobody would guess the profanity that escaped our lips when we made love. My face just turned a little bit red as I pushed him away and stood up. "Kitten?" his voice exuded surprise and slight disappointment at the loss of contact. I leaned against the wall and smirked, reaching behind me and letting my skirt loose. It bunched near my ankles and I kicked it off to a side, stepping out of my shoes at the same time. His jaw dropped slightly and I could make out his erection straining his jeans. He inched closer wordlessly, and then framed me with both hands on either sides of me. His breathing was harsh and he had begun to sweat. As he leaned in and kissed me, I unzipped his jeans to find him sans underwear. My breath hitched for a second. "One garment less is one minute saved," he chuckled, caressing my neck with his lips. His jeans came off, sucking in his shoes, and I just unzipped his hoodie a little to see that he didn't have anything underneath. I raked my nails against his hairy chest, gasping as he pressed his body against mine. Before I knew it, my panties were on the floor and his erection was probing at my core. I wrapped my arms around him and he pulled the neckline of my blouse, leaving a moist trail along my neck and shoulder-blades. The voices outside seemed close, and I became cautious for a moment. He looked into my eyes and saw the tinge of fear in them. We had never made love in the dressing room and I'd hate getting caught. "It's alright, kitten," he brushed his thumb across my cheek and tried to assure me, "We're safe here." "The lead singer and the sound engineer making love in the dressing room, huh?" I let out a little laugh, "How's the mental image?" "Gorgeous," he sighed, dangerously close to my face, "You are my lady and the world knows that." I slumped back against the wall and beckoned him to enter me. It didn't take him long at all to oblige. "Go slow," I whispered, feeling him positioning himself against my opening. He faintly nodded and slipped in just the tip. I cursed aloud and bit on my bottom lip; it seemed as if he just kept growing thicker the more time we spent apart. "Oh... God...." he groaned aloud, sliding the rest of his thick, hard flesh inside me in one fluid motion. I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes, as he filled me deeper and deeper, clenching his teeth while he did so. "You're so tight.... oh goodness.... I love you, baby," he breathed, starting to move slowly inside me, "Only you can make so alive, so aroused... Oh shit-" I whimpered and writhed against him, the slow, incremental movements making me agonisingly aroused. I bit his sweatshirt, as I squeezed my eyes shut and felt his slow, hard thrusts, even as I bucked back just as hard. Wrapping one of my legs around him, I pulled his face closer to mine and crashed my lips against his, locking us in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. "Harder," I moaned, "I want to feel you fucking me hard and fast and deep... So deep, that I- Oh my God-!" "I won't last long," he panted, gulping hard, "You're clenching around me so tight... I can feel it-" Our bodies rocked together, words failing us against our pleasure. I was too close and his rapidly swelling flesh inside me only indicated that he was near the brink too. I hid my face in the crook of his neck and matched him thrust for thrust, feeling his hot breaths on me. His weight had pinned me to the wall and his ankles wrapped around my legs were keeping me in place. "I'm about to come," he warned, "I'm going to pull out and come all over... I want you to feel my hot seed as I spray it all over the floor... I want you to feel it rolling down your legs..." "Baby! I'm close... so close..." I moaned aloud, losing all control, not seeing or hearing anymore. "Let it go," he growled, "Come with me... Watch me come for you... Spill my fucking cum all over... I want you to come at the same time... Come on!" I cried out as he left my body and stroked himself a couple of times, exploding only moments later. "Fuck!" he grimaced, as his face contorted and he shot his load all across the floor and over my legs, the hot, sticky, fluid escaping his hard length for several moments and covering his hand and everything around. I lost it right there. Biting my knuckles to stifle a scream, I came apart and he immediately held me tight, keeping me from falling. My body shook, as wave after wave of pleasure swept through me. He dragged me to the sofa and we both collapsed on it, our breaths ragged. Nothing but the sound of our breathing filled the room for a few minutes. He lovingly held me as we came down from our high. I felt his heart beating against my face, his fingers running through my hair, our bare legs entwined. We could vaguely hear footsteps outside the room, but nothing mattered to us at the moment. "Thank you," he murmured, kissing my head, "I wouldn't have been able to go on today without this. Thank you so much, kitten." I lifted my gaze and looked at him, a shy smile breaking out on my face. He was so handsome. No wonder the audience went wild whenever they saw him. But my heart soared at the thought that he belonged to me, and to me alone. Only I was lucky enough to have him like this. "You must go," I said, zipping the front of his sweatshirt, "Clean up, get dressed. I think you've got a couple of press people backstage, waiting for a few words." He cupped my face and kissed me softly, making me giggle. "I love you so much," he sighed, keeping his forehead against mine, "Let's not wait so long again, please." "We can't help it, can we?" "Of course, we can. If you let me have my way, just like this." We laughed and I pushed him out of the sofa. He pulled on his jeans and slipped into his shoes, quickly grabbing a tissue to clean himself of any sticky remnants. I felt too lazy to get up and sat there, skirt-less. He turned around, smiled, and bent over to kiss my nose. "I'll see you tonight," he whispered, stroking a strand of hair behind my ears. I nodded and kissed his cheek. "All the best. Go rock it, baby." I saw him leaving and stared at the closed door long after he was gone, before slowly sinking in the sofa and heaving a contented sigh. It was going to be a good show... and a good night.