Guarded (Lloyd Hansen AU) 18+

17

Bronte

"So...do I at least get a kiss for good luck?" I ask Lloyd as he stands in my dressing room, arms folded and looking like the guard dog that he is. 

"You're on in an hour". He notes. 

"I know". I smirk. 

It's like I'm the worlds biggest inconvenience as he exhales loud and slowly, but then locks the dressing room door. "I'm not having Court walk in on this". 

"I mean...he could join?" 

"Fuck no! If there's one thing you need to know about me? It's that I don't share anything or anyone. Not even you". There's a flash of jealousy on his features, but I don't make him aware of that. "Besides, we agreed on kissing". 

I still look at him before I undo my robe. "I know...but it counts for anywhere..." 

He wets his lips slowly before he walks forward and pushes the robe fully off me. "Where's those heels you always wear on stage?"

I glance to the shoes lined up and then go to slip them on. "Better?" 

"Fucking perfect, cupcake - now come here and get on your knees". 

Walking back to him, I kneel in front of him and unzip his pants, pulling them down along with with his boxers. "Y'know...my lipstick colour could be a real good shade on you..." 

"So try it out then". 

My hands wraps around his dick and begins to pump, getting him hard until I slide my mouth over him. He grunts slightly but allows me to carry on without interruption, one hand still working on him as I can't take all of him. His hand threads through my hair and rests at the back of my head, pushing me forward while I suck on him. My own free hand gently slips between my legs and circles my clit". 

"God your mouth is so much better when you're not singing or pissing me off. I could get used to this kissing deal". 

"Mhmm". Is all I can manage as he pushes me further so I choke on him slightly. My legs adjust, parting a little wider so my hand can intensify the climax that's beginning to build within me. He's getting close, I can tell how he's now all but fucking my mouth. 

He grunts a little more, until he spills into my mouth and down my throat before my own climax takes over. We end up catching our breath with me still knelt on the floor in complete mess. 

Eventually Lloyd lets out a 'heh', "I mean, at least you can tell it's a good lipstick if it doesn't transfer much". He notes and pulls his boxers up before I can even see whether he's now wearing the same colour to match what's probably left of mine. 

A lot apparently. 

"What can I say? I have a good make up artist". I get up and slip my robe back on, going to clean up in the bathroom before returning out to Lloyd who is now talking to another security guard through his earpiece. I wait for a moment until he turns and looks smugly at me. "We still have less than an hour". 

"And you have to put some clothes on, or what little of them you actually wear on stage". 

I shrug. "I don't hear anyone complaining, least of all - you". 

He grabs my arm and pulls me against him. "You'd know when I was complaining, now we had a deal so here's your good luck kiss". Now pressing his mouth to mine, tongues dancing around one another. I hope he's proud that he can taste himself on me, because that's what I'm gonna have for the whole show as a reminder. 

Eventually he pulls away and unlocks the door again. "I'll be back to take you to the stage soon, I need to go find Court". 

"And what about my 'well done' kiss for after the show?" I question. 

"Now that's just asking too much". 

"So was painting your dick with my lipstick, but I did it anyway - you want me to come to step mommy's with you or not Hansen? Because I can back out at any time". 

Yep. I'm gonna be a diva. 

"Fine". Is all he says. "Now put your clothes on and fix your hair, superstar". 

He's gone before I can think of a good comeback, but go and get my first outfit on. By the time I'm done and have my ear piece in, he's back with Court, so I can't really say anything else to him. However once we're backstage, he stops me briefly. 

"Next show you're gonna be walking out there full of me". 

Leaving me with that one last thought, it throws me for a moment before I realise I need to go on. 

Lloyd's satisfied look is the last thing I see before I step out in front of the crowd, and just like the taste of him? It stays with me for the rest of the night.