PROLOGUE:
“So, are you really Mike, the Music Stars Manager?” She coos.
She tries to make it sound irresistibly sexy, manufactured seduction rolls off her overlined Botox lip as they curl into what I assume is a well-practiced pout.
Lucky for blondie, I’m not feeling too picky today.
I grin with interest.
My million-dollar smile never wavers. Holding it is a skill I’ve perfected over the years. A specialty of the business.
Smile when they flirt. Smile when they lie.
Smile when they want something.
And they always want something.
Her eyes travel over me.
Mine do the same.
Difference is, I’m not pretending it means more than it does.
She’s attractive. Available. Interested.
Three boxes checked.
Good enough for tonight.
I know exactly what women see when I walk into a room.
More importantly, I know how to use it.
The suit helps.
The money helps more.
But confidence?
That closes the deal.
Plus my assets.
Growing up a country boy left me with a few advantages. Years of hauling hay, mending fences, and working from sunup and sundown carved a broad frame that no gym membership could imitate. Hard work carved itself into my shoulders, thickened my arms, and left its signature across every inch of bronze skin.
My stamina is as valuable as my reputation. I’m a fucking stallion farm-raised with plenty of horsepower and I’m not looking to help this horse get out of holes.
I’m the GQ of brawn and brains.
Not going to lie, that combination has served me damn well in the entertainment industry.
My career opened doors to money, influence, and every luxury I could’ve dreamed of growing up on that farm. Tailored suits replaced worn denim. Italian leather replaced work boots. Five-star hotels replaced mornings that smelled like hay, sweat, and horse shit.
I appreciate the upgrade.
But underneath all that expensive fabric, I’m still built by the same dirt I grew up working.
Only now, I charge a hell of a lot more for my time.
My professional career brings me the finer things in life.
Like tits and blow jobs.
“Yes,” I admit, a slow smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. “He’s my client.”
The words leave my lips with an unmistakable edge of confidence. The same confidence I use closing a deal, only this time I let something else ride underneath them.
A little heat.
A little invitation.
A hint of sexual tension.
I hold her gaze.
My smirk smooths over the transaction like the buckle on my pants. Her perfectly polished pink nail is loud against the black of my tailored slacks.
“Can you get me backstage?” She asks, all sweetness and practice.
Those nails are already on my zipper.
Her bitten lip trembled to tempt me with a favor.
A favor for a favor.
The zipper parts with agonizing slowness, anticipation hanging between us. The pressure beneath it makes my intentions pretty damn obvious.
These days, I don’t even have to wine and dine them anymore.
My hand cups the back of her head, guiding her closer as I help her down.
Hey, I’m a gentleman…
I assist.
Cowboy up!
Her eyes stay fixed on mine, testing me, before automatically opening her lips and tongue licks my cock. Flicking at the tip as her spit runs down to my balls.
She’s good.
Confident.
Knows exactly what she’s doing.
She won’t buck off.
Exactly the kind of distraction fame always seems to attract.
I grip her neck tightly, my thumb slowly tracing the length of her throat as I hold her gaze.
I begin to thrust with slow, measured control. Her mouth widens around me, each shallow movement stealing another breath.
No hurry.
No emotion.
Just control.
Her eyes stay locked on mine.
Good girl.
I’ve always preferred a steady rider.
“Open wider, sexy,” I murmur, my voice low and commanding, “Let me see you work your throat.”
I tighten my grip just enough to keep her attention, my smile never fading.
She moans like a seasoned performer—practiced, confident, putting on one hell of a show.
She sucks me deeper until I hit those tonsils, my cock gliding against her soft palate until she gags.
My grip steadies her as I watch her eyes.
Another muffled whimper escapes her, breath turning ragged, until I set the rhythm and those pretty sounds grow louder.
I thrust faster.
Her nails shimmer beneath the lights as they dig into my thighs, tightening their hold.
“That’s it,” I grunt, my voice rough. “Just like that. Oh, fuck… deeper!”
She’s groaning some kind of reply.
Whatever.
I’m already buried to the hilt, past her reflexes.
My hand fists in her hair as I thrust faster.
“Suck harder. Don’t stop…” My jaw tightens as I hold her there. “Let me feel those fucking ridges.”
I tip my head back but lower my gaze, fixated on her beneath my heavy lashes. A rough groan escapes me as I roll my hips, surrendering to the suction.
“SHIT, GORGEOUS!”
I grasp the sides of her head, clenching her hair and holding her steady as I drive the pace, fucking her mouth.
A strained groan vibrates around me, broken by another gag as she fights to keep up.
Heat coils low in my gut. My nuts tighten, stimulating my pulsating cock to blow. Sensing her need for air, I ease back just enough to give her a chance to breathe.
“Easy,” I rasp.
I pull halfway out.
She coughs.
Once.
Twice.
I almost flinched when I felt her teeth.
She draws in a sharp, ragged breath again.
Then she smiles through smeared eyeliner and swollen, glistening lips.
“Damn… you’re sexy,” I whispered roughly.
Her bulging eyes lock onto mine.
She tries to provocatively sip in short breaths before slowly tracing her tongue along my length. Showing off, she teases the tips giving me a handy, and then I’m back to thrusting into her quivering throat.
Never breaking eye contact, she lets out a low hum that vibrates my balls.
I’m moving again, reclaiming the pace, pumping through the tingles and flex from the high.
The high threatens to overtake me.
Every muscle draws taunt as the pressure builds. I can feel the strain settling deep inside me, demanding release.
I grunt a tensing breath.
“Look at me,” I demanded. “You’re going to swallow every drop.”
She nods through tear-bright eyes as the first wave catches her by surprise. A spurt of cum shoots out again and her gaze never fully leaves mine. Even as she struggles to keep her composure.
I hold her stare, silently demanding she stay with me.
Half focused on mine, she steadies herself, swallowing hard before finally drawing a shaky breath. I’m already pulsating through another wave when she coughs on the shots of my thick cum.
She’s determined despite the tears clinging to her lashes.
It leaked out everywhere.
“That’s it,” I growled, my voice low. “ Stay with me.”
For a long moment, neither of us looked away.
She lifts her head, lingering, before cradling only the head. She suckles it so hard my balls almost crossed.
I catch her wrist, guiding her hand. We tighten her fist around the vein along my length and pump me until I’m done.
Until I fight through the last of my adrenaline.
I didn’t even get her name, but a promise is a promise.
A favor for a favor.
Introductions are part of the job, but Mike isn’t for sale. So, she got her spot backstage for a second round.
