He's wearing an outfit he knows you like. Tight white shirt, jeans hugging his ass, boots and that damn paddy cap.
It's just rehearsal now for his first solo show and he is more excited than you've ever seen him. It's not only his first solo show, but it's in his home country and his best girl is here to see him for the first time.
You've got on a simple black dress and you're off to the side watching him rehearse with the boys. He's in a goofy mood and his laughs along with him shaking his ass every few minutes is killing you.
He sees you out of the corner of his eye during slow hands rehearsal and you're shifting from foot to foot rubbing your thighs together to release some tension.
He smirks and keeps singing. Little shit knows what he's doing. After a few more songs, he's doing this on purpose, wiggles a bit more, winks at you a few times, he finally calls for a lunch break and asks the boys to be back in an hour.
Without saying a word he walks to you and grabs your hand pulling you to his dressing room and slamming the door shut and pushing you against it. He's got one arm against the wall behind your head and he snakes the other down in between your legs lifting the skirt of your dress up.
'How wet are ya petal? You enjoyed that didn't ya?' All You can do is moan at his movements. He pulls his fingers out and places them in his mouth licking you off his fingers. 'Mmmm, you taste so good'.
Suddenly he drops to his knees and pulls your panties off ripping them in two.
He attaches his lips to your throbbing center and starts licking and sucking at you like you were his last meal.
'Ni..what about.. ohhh... lunch..'
'You are my lunch. Only thing I wanna eat is you..'
Your fingers attach themselves to his hair pulling him closer if that's even possible. He fucks you with his tongue until you're a moaning screaming mess and his hands hold you up against the wall as you feel your release wash over you.
He helps you to the couch where you sit together catching your breath and you fall asleep on his shoulder.
Hours later when he's performing you're off to the side again and notice something pink and lacey sticking out of the back pocket of his jeans and he hasn't fixed his hair from you pulling at it.
He looks over at you and you motion to his pocket and he reaches back and tucks them back in so no one seems them. The rest of this tour is going to be incredible.
