You weren’t supposed to be here. You knew it. But James had that smirk when he caught you slipping backstage, and instead of kicking you out, he leaned against the wall with a bottle in hand, eyes fixed on you.
He looked every inch of the filthy rockstar—hair cut into that messy mullet that somehow made him hotter, shirt long discarded so his chest glistened with sweat, jaw set hard as he tipped the bottle back. He caught you staring.
“What?” he asked, voice rough, threaded with amusement. “You like watchin’?”
Heat had hit your cheeks, but before you could pull out an excuse, he set the bottle down and pushed off the wall. He was taller up close. Broader. That cocky grin stretched across his face as he towered over you, tilting his head like he already knew what you were thinking.
“Y’know,” he drawled, reaching out to toy with the hem of your shirt, “good girls don’t sneak around backstage. Means you’re lookin’ for trouble.”
“I—I wasn’t—”
“Yeah, you were.” He cut you off with a low chuckle, stepping closer until his boots nudged yours. “I can see it all over your face. You wanted me to catch you.”
Your heart thudded hard enough you thought he could hear it. His hand brushed your hip, fingers digging just enough to make your breath hitch.
“You know what happens when I catch somethin’ I want?” His eyes darkened as his grin widened.
“I don’t let it go.”
You swallowed hard. His presence was overwhelming—the sweat, the alcohol, the heat radiating off him.
“You look nervous,” he muttered, dipping his head so his breath tickled your ear. “But your pussy’s probably already wet, huh? Can feel you clenching your thighs together like that’s gonna fuckin' hide it.”
Your legs squeezed instinctively, betraying you. His laugh was low, mean, and it sent a shiver through you.
“Fuck,” he muttered, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye, his grin sharp. “You’ve got no idea what you just walked into, do you? That little pussy’s gonna learn real quick who owns it.”
James had you caged against the wall now, his body close enough that you could feel the heat of him pressing down on you. His grin was sharp, but his eyes were darker, hungrier, full of lust.
“You’re all nervous,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. “Bet that pretty pussy's never been fucked that good. Am I right?”
Your silence was enough of an answer. His grin widened, cruel.
“Fuck,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “A little thing like you, sneaking backstage just to get ruined? You’re mine now.”
He shoved two fingers against your lips, not gently. “Open.”
Your lips parted on instinct, breath trembling as he slid them inside. His eyes never left yours, watching the way you wrapped your mouth around his fingers.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Suck. Get ‘em nice and wet.”
Your tongue curled around his knuckles, heat flushing your cheeks as you sucked obediently. His other hand came up to grab your jaw, holding your face steady while he pushed his fingers even deeper, making you gag just slightly. His grin sharpened.
“Fuck, look at you. Little slut already drooling on my fingers.” He pulled them out just long enough to smear the spit across your chin, then shoved them back in. “All messy and ruined. Just how I like it.”
Saliva pooled and dripped down your chin as you sucked harder, desperate to please him. He tilted his head back with a groan, watching like it was the filthiest show in the world.
Then his hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back so you were staring up at him. Your scalp burned, but it only made the heat between your thighs worse.
“You feel that?” he rasped, grinding his hips against your stomach so you could feel the thick, heavy outline of his dick throbbing in his jeans. “That’s what’s gonna split you open. Gonna make that tight little pussy cry.”
The sound that slipped from your throat was half whimper, half moan, muffled around his fingers. He laughed, low and really fucking mean, spit dripping from his knuckles as he pushed them deeper.
“Gonna stretch you out until you can’t take it anymore. You’ll beg me for it. Beg me to fuck that pussy.”
His fingers slid out your mouth with a wet pop, leaving spit smeared across your lips and chin. He tapped them against your mouth, sharp little smacks, before grabbing your face again and leaning down.
“Say it,” he growled, eyes burning into yours. “Tell me you’re gonna let me ruin you.”
James’s spit-slick fingers gripped your jaw hard, forcing you to keep your eyes focused on him. His other hand tangled in your hair again, yanking your head back so your mouth parted in a gasp.
“Look at you,” he muttered. “Already a mess and I haven’t even touched your pussy yet.”
He dragged you across the room like you weighed nothing, pushing you down onto a worn-out old couch. The leather squeaked under your body, and before you could catch your breath, he was towering over you, caging you in with his big, wide frame.
One big hand slid up your thigh, rough and calloused, pushing your legs open without asking. His palm cupped you through your clothes, fingers pressing against your clit hard enough to make your hips jerk.
“Fuck, you’re already wet,” he groaned, rubbing his hand against your pussy like he owned it. “You soaked through before I even got my cock out. You want it that bad, huh?” he chuckled.
Your breath hitched. The words stuck in your throat, but your body betrayed you, grinding into his palm without thinking.
“Oh, you do,” he rasped, yanking your hair so you had to meet his gaze. His grin was sharp. “Your pussy’s begging for my dick. Bet you’ve been thinking about it since the second you saw me.”
His fingers shoved past your waistband, slipping against your wet folds. The first brush of his fingertips over your clit made you whimper loudly.
“There it is,” he groaned, eyes locked on your face as he circled that sensitive spot.
He pushed two fingers inside you, slow at first, then faster, curling them until your hips bucked up off the couch. The stretch made your walls squeeze tight around him, and his grin only widened.
“Fuck, so tight. Can barely get my fingers in. How the fuck are you gonna take my cock?” He leaned close, his breath hot against your ear. “I’ll split this pussy in two.”
Your moan spilled out without restraint, head tilting back, eyes fluttering shut—until his hand tightened in your hair.
“Eyes on me,” he growled, jerking your head forward so you were forced to meet his gaze. His fingers pumped harder inside you, wet sounds filling the room. “I wanna see your face when you fall apart on my hand. Look at me while I ruin you.”
His thumb pressed down on your clit, circles fast and merciless. His fingers curled deep inside until you were a trembling mess, clinging to him like he was the only thing holding you up.
“Say it,” he demanded, lips curling into a cruel smile. “Say you want this dick to wreck your pussy.”
James pulled his fingers out of you with a wet squelch, smearing your slick across your inner thigh just to watch you squirm. He licked his fingers clean, slow and deliberate, groaning like you were the best thing he’d ever tasted.
“Fuckin’ sweet,” he muttered, smirking down at you. “Gonna be even sweeter when I’m buried in that little pussy.”
Your chest heaved, breath shaky, thighs trembling with every word he threw at you. He reached down, unbuckling his belt with one hand while keeping a tight grip on your hair with the other. The sound of leather sliding through the loops made your stomach twist with a mix of excitement and fear.
When he shoved his jeans down, your eyes widened. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, flushed at the tip. Precum dripped down his length. He stroked himself once, slow and teasing, smearing it all over the head.
“See this dick?” he rasped, tapping it against your lips before dragging it down across your chin and throat. “This is what’s gonna ruin that tight little pussy. Think you can take it?”
You whimpered, thighs squeezing together, but he just smirked. “Yeah, you’ll take it. I’ll make you.”
He spat in his hand, slicking himself up in a messy, then grabbed your hips and shoved your shorts down in one rough pull. His gaze locked on your bare cunt, glistening and swollen, and a deep groan tore from his throat.
“Fuck, look at that pussy. Dripping all over the couch for me. You’ve been starving for my cock.”
He pressed the thick head of his dick against your clit first, rubbing it in slow circles that made your back arch. Then he slid it down, pushing against your soaked entrance.
The stretch made you gasp, your walls clenching around the blunt pressure.
“Shit, you’re so fuckin' tight,” he growled, pushing harder until the tip popped inside.
The heat of him filled you in a way that made your head spin. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in, scratching. “James—”
“Say it,” he cut you off, yanking your hair back so hard your throat exposed. His cock sank in deeper, inch by inch, forcing your pussy to stretch around him. “Say you want this dick."
“I—I want it,” you gasped, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming stretch. “I want your cock—please—”
"Fuuuuck, that’s it,” he snarled, slamming the rest of the way in with one brutal thrust. Your cry echoed off the walls as your pussy clamped tight around his thickness.
He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in, hips snapping against yours. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, wet and filthy. His cock getting deeper with every thrust, his tip kissing your cervix until you saw stars.
His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath stutter. His other hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back so he could watch your face twist in pleasure and pain.
“Messy little slut,” he growled, spit dripping from his mouth as he leaned down and let it fall onto your tongue. “Take it. Swallow it.”
You obeyed instantly, tongue curling as you swallowed his spit, moaning around it. His cock throbbed inside you, his thrusts growing harder, meaner.
“F-fuck yeah,” he groaned. “This pussy was made for me. Gonna stretch it till you can’t walk tomorrow. Gonna make you remember exactly who owns this cunt.”
Your clit rubbed against the rough hair at the base of his cock with every thrust, sending sparks shooting up your spine. You were a wreck under him—hair tangled in his fist, spit dripping down your chin, pussy stretched wide around his cock as he used you mercilessly.
“Beg for it,” he snarled, hips pounding into you so hard the couch creaked. “Beg for me to wreck you.”
James was relentless. His cock slammed into you over and over, thick and brutal, splitting your pussy open until every thrust punched a cry out of your throat. Sweat dripped down his temples, strands of his mullet sticking to his face as he glared down at you like a predator tearing into its prey.
“You hear that?” he growled, voice ragged, hips slapping against yours with obscene, wet smacks. “That sloppy little cunt squealing every time I fuck into it? That’s the sound of me owning you, ruining you.”
You whimpered, tears streaking down your cheeks. Your body trembled with every thrust, slick dripping down your thighs, soaking the couch under you.
“Pathetic,” he spat, literally—a hot string of saliva falling onto your face, smearing across your lips. His hand caught your jaw, forcing your mouth open as his cock hammered deeper into you. “You’re not even fighting it. You’re just lying here, begging for my dick. Say it. Say you’re my slut.”
“I—f-fuck—James, I’m your slut!” you sobbed, voice breaking as your pussy clenched around him. “Y-your cock feels—too big, I can’t—”
“You can,” he snarled, shoving your legs wider, pounding into you so hard the couch creaked under the impact. “You’ll take every inch. This pussy was made for my cock. Gonna stretch it till it remembers nothing but me.”
Your clit rubbed raw against him, every thrust lighting you up, pleasure so sharp it mixed with pain. Your body shook, overwhelmed, hanging on the edge.
“Cum,” he growled, thumb pressing cruel circles into your swollen clit. “Cum all over my dick, slut. Make a fuckin’ mess.”
You screamed as your orgasm tore through you, pussy clenching so hard it nearly forced him out. But James only groaned, grinding deeper, chasing his own release.
“T-that’s it,” he panted, eyes locked on your wrecked face. “Look at you—crying, drooling, ruined. This pussy belongs to me now.”
He shoved his cock deep, grinding against your cervix until another wave of spasms ripped through your body. You begged him to stop, whimpering that it was too much, but he just laughed breathlessly.
“Too much? No such thing,” he snarled, spit dripping from his lips onto your chest. “You’re gonna take every last drop I give you. Gonna cum till your pussy’s begging me for mercy.”
Your body squirmed again, orgasm after orgasm ripping through you, leaving you sobbing and trembling under him. James’s thrusts grew desperate, until he slammed in one last time and groaned low in his throat.
Hot ropes of cum spilled deep inside, thick and messy, filling you until it leaked back out around his cock. He ground in hard, holding you down by your throat and hair as he painted your insides with his release.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled, hips jerking with the aftershocks. “Look at that pussy choking on my load. Fuckin’ perfect.”
He pulled out with a wet, filthy sound, cum dripping down your thighs, smearing across the ruined couch. He slapped your pussy once, sharp, just to watch you twitch.
“Pathetic little whore,” he muttered, towering over your wrecked body, sweat dripping onto your chest. “Crying, shaking, soaked in spit and cum. And you loved every second of it.”
