“Watch out! Coming through! Hot, topless girl on my shoulders!” I hear him shout from below, causing the crowd, who is about seventy percent male, to look up at my freed breasts that bounce with every step the man under me takes.
Slowly but surely, we make our way closer to the stage until I’m actually touching it when he crouches down for me to climb off his shoulders.
“I can’t believe that actually worked!” I tell him when I spin around and he stands up grinning ear to ear.
“Easiest thing in the world with a killer rack like yours!” he leans in to say against my ear since the crowd noise is growing louder the closer we get to the band coming on stage.
“Thank you!” I tell him when I take my drink from his hand. “You’re forgiven for being a dick and cutting in line when there wasn’t anyone behind me!”
“Sorry,” he says. “I’m Dev –” he starts to say but I slap my palm over his mouth to stop him. “Don’t tell me. All I want to know is if you are single and have your own place.”
“Ah, yeah, I am definitely single.”
“And do you have your own place?”
“Yes. Why?”
“No reason,” I say as I let my eyes finally drink him in and spot a few dark flashes of ink on his ribs through his thin, white tank. Not to mention his sculpted arm muscles on display are amazing along with the sharp angles of his handsome face. Then there are his blue eyes framed by his black lashes that are pretty enough to drown in. Jeez, I don’t think I could pick a hotter specimen to break my three-date rule with.
“So you don’t want to know my name?” he asks when I remove my palm from his sensual, curved lips.
“Nope. For once in my life, I want to spend a night with a guy and never know his name!” I tell him honestly, because right now, in this moment, getting ready to see a rock legend so close, I would let this sexy, somewhat jerk of a man, have his way with me a million times over just for getting me to the front row.
“You want to spend the night with me, but you don’t want to know my name?” he asks.
“Yes! Is that crazy?” I ask him, and he vehemently shakes his head no while licking his lips and staring at my breasts that are still out because why the hell not! “Have you ever slept with a woman and didn’t know her name?”
“Ah, no, I haven’t,” he says before leaning in to press his lips right against my ear. “Not like full name but first name definitely. Women don’t like for you to say another woman’s name when you’re fucking.”
“That’s what baby and sweetheart are for, right?” I joke.
“Damn, baby,” he chuckles. “You are an angel sent from below!”
“Below?” I ask in confusion.
“Yeah,” he says before swiping his tongue around the opening of my ear and sending a jolt of desire through my entire body. “The unholy things I’m going to do to you tonight, well, you’ll never be able to get into heaven after we’re through.”
My thighs tense, and if it were possible to come from words alone, I think I would have done so right then and there.
Instead, I quickly pull my phone from my fanny pack and text Carla that I’ve met a ‘friend’ with whom I’ll be enjoying the rest of the concert and that I will talk to her tomorrow.
Chapter Two
Devlin
That thing I said earlier about being smarter and not hopping into bed with every woman I meet? Well, there’s been a slight change of plans.
Tomorrow I’ll give that shit a try. Tonight, though? Oh fucking hell, I already know that tonight is going to be mind-blowingly good with the wild girl with purple hair who doesn’t even want to know my name. She may be short, but she’s got some killer curves, like those big ass tits I want to motorboat for days.
Not to mention she also loves Wasteland Authority and is down to fuck, so I’m more than happy to oblige. I swear it feels like I hit the lucky-son-of-a-bitch lottery, because just minutes ago I thought for sure I was on my own tonight.
“Whew! It’s really freaking hot out here, isn’t it?” hot girl asks as she puts her cell phone away and lifts her hair off her neck with one hand. The scent of lavender washes over me as she sips her drink that’s in her other hand. Really, it’s nothing but melting ice in a big ole cup now. Which gives me an amazing idea…
“Turn around,” I tell her.
“What? Why?”
“I’m going to cool you down.”
“How do you plan to do that?” she asks.
“Just do it, baby.”
Slowly, she spins around, which is sad because I lose sight of her heavy, bouncing boobs, but I think it’ll be worth it.
Reaching over into her cup, I grab a handful of ice and then place the melting cubes directly on the skin along the side of her neck, making her shiver.
“Better?” I ask.
“Yes. That feels so good!” she looks over her shoulder and tells me.
Splitting the handful of rapidly melting ice into my left and right hands, I rub them both over her neck and throat, then up to her ear.
That’s the same moment that the lights on the stage come on and the band members of Wasteland Authority strut out to take their instruments. The whole crowd starts to scream, myself included. There’s a sudden push from behind me, everyone trying to get just a little bit closer to the rock stars on stage until the front of my body is pressed against the purple-haired girl’s backside, pinning her to the stage.
“Sorry!” I tell her as I slap my hands, still holding the ice, against her chest to catch myself.
“It’s fine!” she yells back. “It’s fucking Wasteland Authority on stage right in front of me, so close I can almost touch them!”
“Fuck yeah!” I shout back as the lead singer, Rob Lawrence, grabs the mic from the stand. The drums get going, followed by the guitars and then Rob is belting out the lyrics to “Ripped Open,” the first single the band released ten years ago, the one the girl in front of me said was her favorite.
Her arms are raised straight up in the air as she jumps up and down, which means my palms still holding small pieces of ice get to cop a feel of her tits. When she stops moving to sing the lyrics of the song, I sing along with them too while watching the band perform, all while still swirling ice around her hard nipples until there’s nothing but wetness and her amazing flesh in both of my hands.
Grabbing a few more pieces of ice, I run them over her bare shoulders and upper back. She shivers again but doesn’t ask me to stop.
It doesn’t get any better than this, being up close and personal with my favorite band of all time, enjoying it with a hot as fuck girl who isn’t playing games but straight up offered to spend the night with me.
This night is turning out to be a fucking dream come true.
The only problem is that thanks to her fine ass grinding against my cock as she dances, I’m rock hard now, and there’s a whole lot more show to go before our wild night can get started.
With everyone watching the band, that means no one would be paying attention if my hands, say, made their way up her dress, would they?