You knock lightly on the dressing room door with your knuckles and wait for his voice from the otherside before cracking it open. He’s dressed in a silken robe with his initials stitched to the breast pocket. He’s seated in front of the large vanity, fixing and teasing at his curls.
“Hey,” you chime, peering into the quiet room.
He turns in his chair, greeting you with a sweet smile.“Hello, beautiful.”
You close the door behind you and walk over to him. You can’t hide your excitement even though you had seen each other hours before. “Speak for yourself.”
He had already had his makeup done. Silvery, eyeshadow glimmered across his lids with iridescent rhinestones carefully placed along his high cheekbones.
You stand before him, allowing him to hold you close by the hips. He can’t hide the bashful smile.“What are you doing back here? You’re supposed to be in your seat, young lady.”
“How do you expect me to listen to the opener when I know you’re back here.”
“Just couldn’t resist me, huh?”
You break away from his grasp, walking toward the rolling rack of outfits that had been wheeled in here. You flip through them, all ones you recognize, feeling the different fabrics of each one until you come across one in particular. The sheer white one that’s adorned with patterns of rhinestones. While gorgeous on its own, it’s completely see through, meant only as a layer over his other jumpsuits. “This one is my favorite.”
He chuckles, stepping closer to you.“That’s just a cover-up, love.”
“Exactly.” You lift the hanger off the pole, freeing it from the rack. Once in your hands, the weight of it surprises you despite the material it's made from. “You should try it on for me.”
He hesitates for a second before taking it from you. He’s clearly surprised by your request, causing his brows to pull together as he scoffs, “Right now? You’ve already seen this one on me.”
“Yeah, but I need a refresher,” you insist, wiggling your brows at him.
He drapes the cover-up over his arm and starts flipping through the other jumpsuits until you stop him. “No. Only this.”
You stand back, watching as he shrugs off his embroidered silk robe. You’ve seen him naked countless times, but you’ll never grow tired of it. Fully in the nude, he carefully pulls down the tiny zipper and starts slipping on your outfit of choice one foot at a time.
He stands before the full length mirror to adjust, pinching and pulling until it settles just right on his lean form.
Just like you predicted, the jumpsuit seems to melt seamlessly with his skin, making it look as though his entire body glitters and sparkles with precious jewels. Tailored with expert precision, it clings and drapes perfectly, leaving nothing to the imagination.
You come into view of the mirror and bring yourself close to him. Holding him by the waist as you hook your chin over his shoulder. You breathe in his rich scent, crisp and clean with the undertones of a subtle cologne. The deep v-shaped neckline of the suit allows him to layer his necklaces, drawing your eyes down the center of his chest. You can see everything — his hardening nipples, the contours of his stomach and hips, and ultimately his soft cock on full display.
He barks out a throaty laugh, amused by the sight of himself. “Can you imagine if I walked out like this?”
You giggle, knowing full well that there are many women that would give anything to see him like this.
He might as well be completely naked.
“Would be quite hedonistic of me.” He can’t hold back a giggle of his own as he tries different poses as. “So risqué. So scandalous.”
“So perfect,” you coo against his decorated ear as you run your hands down the length of his arms. You hold him by his waist, guiding yourself flush against his back. Your soft whine is nestled into his flesh. “What do they call you again? Ethereal?”
Within seconds, his playful smile drops and his mouth falls open. He’s fixating on your moving hands, watching as they roam over his body with the faintest of touches. Seeing his cock twitch and harden with such little restraint is proving to be the best reward you could’ve asked for.
You kiss along his jawline, nipping at the thin skin but making sure not to leave a mark. “Don’t be shy, baby. You love when they call you beautiful.”
He hums in response, perhaps to hide the blush creeping across his jeweled cheeks. You meet his lustful gaze in the mirror and sigh, “Look at you.”
You run your fingertips down the hidden track of his front zipper until you’re met with the base of his cock. He groans from the touch, “Oh, fuck.”
The sensation of your fingers brushing over the thin fabric is new — providing enough of a barrier to make him ache for more. You trace along his growing length, circling around the head that’s now pressed against his thigh. “Does it feel good?”
“Mmhmm. I need more,” he begs as his hips buck forward to chase the feeling.
You step in front of him and slowly drop to your knees. Looking up at him, you’re met with that desperate expression. He’s trying his best to hold his restraint. You skim your lips up and down his barely-covered cock, forcing the heat of your breath through the jumpsuit.
“You’re fucking killing me,” he breathes. You can hear the smile through the words and picture that expression on his face that he proudly wears on stage.
You drag your tongue over him, wetting the delicate material in your path. He’s throbbing wildly, aching for release. With a teasing blow of air, you cause a violent shudder to roll through his body and a string of curses to leave his mouth. His hand grips yours that’s wrapped around his waist while the other rests on the crown of your head.
“You’re so pretty, Josh,” you praise, kissing everywhere your lips can reach. “You have the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen.”
“Please, baby. I need to feel your mouth.” He takes the initiative, tugging at the small zipper. You sit back on your heels, watching his rush to free himself.
“Feeling needy?” You taunt as you replace his hand by wrapping your fingers around the base of him. Knowing you’re about to take him into your mouth while he wears one of his stage outfits makes your own desire build between your thighs.
“Please, please. I need it.” A broken whimper breaks free from his throat. You know him enough to tell that he’s close, fighting the urge to cum within seconds. It could be the risk of getting caught, or knowing he would have to wait hours to have you again, but he can’t sit still, half thrusting and shaking at your tongue spoils him.
The memory of him gliding across your flattened tongue will live in your mind while he struts around on that stage in less than an hour. His scent, the feel of his velvet-soft skin, the way he grips you as he gets close to cumming will be the only things you can think about. You want him to think about you too. You want him to struggle not getting hard remembering how your mouth felt on him.
“Fuck! Fuck, I’m so close,” he pants, taping your hand on his hip and gripping your hair. He huffs out to warn you. “I’m gonna cum.”
You take the cue, burying him deep to the back of your throat. He falls apart within seconds. You swallow him down, making sure to lick him clean.
“I was not expecting that. Holy shit,” he laughs breathlessly. Shined with your spit, he tucks his softening cock back in the see-through jumpsuit. He offers his hands and helps you stand to your feet.
“Just wanted to give you something to think about,” you tease, dabbing the slight sheen of sweat that’s collected across his brow.
His fucked-out smile is beaming with the orgasmic euphoria. He hums, placing an affectionate kiss on your lips. “You, my sweet. Are an evil, treacherous woman.”
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