guitar lesson gone wrong
f x m ! riding ! praising ! quickie ! semi public sex !
After the encore, the lights came up and the crowd slowly filtered out. Your cousin jogged over from the stage, wiping sweat off their face.
“Hey, show was sick, right? Look, it’s gonna be another thirty to forty minutes minimum. We’re still breaking down the rig and coiling cables. You can wait in the green room hallway. I already told security it’s cool. Just don’t be weird and wander off.”
“Got it. Take your time,” you said.
You wandered down the hallway anyways and leaned against the wall, scrolling on your phone.
A few minutes later Malcolm stepped out of the dressing room area, freshly showered, damp hair messy, black hoodie and grey sweats on.
He was talking to his manager while walking. “…yeah, just push the interview to friday afternoon. My throat’s done for tonight—”
His words slowed when his eyes landed on you. You obviously weren’t part of the crew. His gaze kept flicking back to you even as he finished speaking with his manager. The manager eventually nodded and walked off.
Malcolm turned toward you fully and gave a small nod.
“Are you waiting for someone?”
Your head snapped up from your phone. You quickly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah, my cousin. They’re on the lighting crew and I just ended up tagged along.”
Malcolm smiled while analyzing your face, “That’s kinda cool..”
You stood up straighter and offered your hand, properly introducing yourself.
He took your hand, warm and firm, holding it a second longer than necessary. “Malcolm. Nice to meet you.” His thumb brushed lightly over the back of your hand before he let go, a casual little tease that would get caught by anyone in your position. “You been to a lot of shows orrr?—“
“First one,” you admitted. “I’m not really the barricade type…. or the concert type.”
He chuckled softly. “Good. Means you actually listened instead of being on your phone the whole time.” You smiled at his comment as he continued, “So… be honest. How’d it feel? Being behind the scenes of all this?”
You smiled. “It was really good. The slower version of— uh… what was it?— Oh! ‘Earrings’! Yeah, the way you were playing your guitar.. I had been looking at the way your fingers worked while you sang at the same time. That’s honestly pretty cool— I can’t do that.”
Malcolm’s grin and let out a soft chuckle. “Yea you think I’m cool? You tryna stroke my ego already or you always this nice to strangers?”
You laughed. “Only the ones who give me free water and guitar lessons, apparently.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Bold of you to assume I’m giving lessons out there. But… I’ll let it slide.” He jerked his head toward the green room. “If you actually let me teach you some? C’mon, you want something to drink too? You’re standing out here looking all suspicious like you don’t belong.”
The banter stayed light and easy once you were inside. Teasing remarks, small laughs, lingering eye contact. Eventually he picked up his guitar and played a soft sounding acoustic version of a song. When he finished, he looked over at you.
“Wanna learn for real?”
“Nope,” you laughed. “I’d probably break it.”
“C’mere, I’ll show you. It’s easy.”
He slipped the strap over your head and stepped behind you, chest warm against your back. His arms came around, hands covering yours on the fretboard and strings as he guided your fingers.
“Relax okay?… yeah, just like that,” he murmured near your ear.
The tension crackled. You could feel his breath on your neck, the heat of his body, the way his fingers pressed a little firmer than necessary. After a couple minutes he helped you take the guitar off.
You both reached for the stand at the same time. The corner was cramped with equipment cases and a folded table in the way.
“Oh, you just gotta shift it left—” Malcolm started.
“I’m sorr—”
“Yeah, wait—shit—”
Your foot caught the edge of a case. Malcolm tried to catch you, but both of you tumbled down. You landed on top of him on the floor, legs straddling his lap, hands braced on his chest.
Silence.
You stared at each other, breathing fast. Then you leaned down and kissed him.
Malcolm made a quiet, surprised sound that turned into a low groan as he kissed you back, hands sliding up your thighs. The kiss grew deeper, hotter, tongues meeting, his grip tightening.
“W-we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to okay?” he whispered against your lips, voice slightly raspy from the show.
You answered by kissing him harder and grinding down against him. He hissed, already hard beneath you.
He tugged your pants and underwear down your legs in one eager motion, leaving them tangled around one ankle. You pushed his sweats and boxers down just enough to free him. His cock was thick, flushed, and leaking at the tip. You stroked him a few times before lining him up and sinking down slowly.
“Fuck…” Malcolm groaned, head falling back against the floor. “You feel so good… so fucking warm,” he whimpered.
You started riding him, rolling your hips in steady waves back and forth. His moans and whimpers filled the small room, low and breathy, making you even wetter.
“Yeah… just like that… good girl… mmhm…” he breathed, eyes locked on your face, watching you take his member with a slight struggle. His hands found your hips, guiding your movements, helping you bounce on his cock.
“You okay? Am I hurting you?” He breathed out. “Y-yeah… you’re just so big. I can’t take it all in..” You whined and threw your head down as you felt your pussy lube his dick up with ever movement.
The wet, filthy sound of your cunt sliding up and down his length echoed every time you moved. You braced your hands on his chest, leaning down to kiss and suck at his neck while he kept whimpering softly beneath you. “F-Fuck… You feel so good. I can feel your pussy pulsing around me, it’s getting me close!”
You felt him getting closer. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he started thrusting up into you hard and fast from below.
“Shit—baby, wait— I’m so close,” he panted.
You moaned against his neck, feeling his balls hit your cunt with every thrust he made. Then, with a sudden movement and a breathless laugh you could feel him smiling, Malcolm flipped you both over. Your back hit the floor as he settled between your legs. He leaned down, taking your nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it while he thrust deep inside you again.
He hooked one of your legs up beside his hip, opening you wider. The new angle made you cry out. You could feel how wet you were, your wetness coating his balls and making a mess on both of your underwear still bunched around your thighs.
“Fuck, you’re making such a mess on me,” he groaned, voice wrecked as he kept thrusting, sucking harder on your nipple. “So wet… so fucking pretty like this.”
His pace turned desperate but still controlled, hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over. The sounds were obscene: skin slapping, your wetness echoing the room with every thrust, both of you breathing hard and moaning and whining rapidly.
Soon enough you came without warning, thighs shaking around him as Malcolm pulled out and followed right after with a broken moan, lifting your shirt up quickly and jerking his hips, stuttering as he came all over your stomach.
You stayed tangled on the floor for a long moment, catching your breath, his face pressed against your neck.
Malcolm let out a soft, disbelieving laugh. “Uhh…I promise that’s now how I meet most people.”