"Don't hold nothing back, wanna take control, ain't nothing wrong with that."
I slide the key card into the slot, unlocking the door to my hotel room. I can still feel the slight rush of adrenaline I get on stage lingering in my veins. I toss my room key on one of the many dressers that occupy the luxurious suite.
I slump on the bed, kicking off my boots, before falling back onto the duvet. I rest an arm under my head and replay the night's show. The stadium was massive, one of the biggest shows we've ever played. The crowd was so full of energy, their screams vibrating down to my bones.
"Ow, fuck." I run my index finger along the skin underneath my eye which is still sore from the beating it took tonight. I wish fans would realize the damage they can do with a lot of the stuff they throw on stage. Last tour it was my balls, this one it's my eye.
"Fucking glow stick," I grumble to myself.
I laugh when I think of how I behaved tonight on stage. Every time I would slide my hands down my body or across my crotch it would emit a wave of screams from the crowd. A girl in the front row mimicked me by running her hands tantalizingly down her body. I had to bite down on my lip to distract myself from the heat growing in my groin.
It has been a while since I've been with a woman- her wrapped around my cock while I drive into her from behind- my favorite way to take her. The thought makes my jeans uncomfortably tight. I run two fingers along the seam off my pants and a shiver radiates through me.
With no ounce of restraint left in my body, I sit up and pull my black shirt over my head and toss it to the floor. My bandana falls the to bed beside me causing my long curls to curtain my eyes. I trace the outline of my butterfly tattoo, something every woman I'm with does- an act that further excites me. I move my hands to my belt buckle- no longer being able to take the pressure of my jeans. I fumble with my belt, my hand too excited for what lies ahead. I slide my jeans down my thighs and kick them off my legs. The head of my penis peaks through the waistband of my boxers and small droplets of pre-come leak from my slit. I suck in a sharp breath when I release myself my boxers and the cool air blows across my erection.
I cover my head with my hand and slowly start to massage. A deep moan rumbles in my tight chest from the pleasure I'm giving myself. I run my hand down the length of my shaft and back up- alternating my pace. Every vein and muscle is stressed against my skin. A thin film of sweat covers my forehead and neck, causing my hair to stick to me. As I tentatively watch my hand I reminisce the feeling of being with a woman. Her walls clenching as she comes around me, panting my name in pleasure. Soft lips wrapped around me as come down her throat. My massive hands cupping two breast as she rides my face. Fuck, do I know how to pleasure a woman.
My abdominal muscles flex and I know I'm near my end. "Oh shit!" I breath when the heat seers through my veins. My toes curl and I fist the duvet when my orgasm releases from me. The first stream lands on my chest and runs down my body. My butterfly tattoo is a casualty- getting dirtied by my come. I pump my self dry, until the only thing that is left is the come that is leaking onto my hand.
"Ahh, fuck." I rest my head back on the headboard. I release my penis from my grasp and it lay on my stomach, slowly returning to it's limp state. I look at the hot, sticky mess I made on my body. I mewl over taking a shower but the exhaustion from the day I had, and the activities that just occurred, making it physically impossible to drag myself out of this bed. Instead, I grab my bandana and use it to wipe my body free of the come and sweat that resides on my stomach. I discard the dirty rag next to my clothes that litter the hotel room floor. I reach for the lamp to darken the room completely. I pull the duvet over my naked body and within minutes I fall asleep in a room that still smells of sex.
"All I'm in is just skin, no jeans."
