Beyond The Music (The Rock Gods Book 7) (31 page)

“Hmmm, I like the sound of that.” Lincoln winked and stepped inside the shower stall with Aaron right behind him.

Aaron squirted body wash into his hand and began soaping Lincoln’s broad back and thick neck. His fingers worked Lincoln’s muscles as Aaron cleaned him. Aaron’s hands moved lower to Lincoln’s ass and hamstrings and all the way down to his calves. By the time Aaron instructed Lincoln to turn around, Lincoln was almost asleep standing up.

“Jesus, babe. I feel like a limp noodle,” Lincoln moaned.

“All your muscles might be soft, but your dick sure didn’t get the memo,” Aaron teased.

Lincoln chuckled low in his throat, and slid an arm around Aaron’s waist. “You drive me fucking crazy. That’s why my cock is always so hard when you’re around.”

Aaron rinsed Lincoln and himself before shutting off the water. He grabbed two towels and handed one to Lincoln, then dried off as he walked out into the bedroom. Aaron tugged the sheets and quilt back on the bed and motioned for Lincoln to lie down. A moment later Aaron slid in beside him. They pressed together, chest to chest, and scissored their legs while seducing the other’s mouth with probing tongues and slick lips. Lincoln’s entire body trembled and he pulled back for air.

Aaron maneuvered Lincoln onto his back and began kissing his way down Lincoln’s chest—licking and nipping at his nipples, then his lips followed the treasure trail all the way to Lincoln’s groin. Aaron pressed his nose into Lincoln’s trimmed pubic hair. Lincoln’s long shaft pulsed against Aaron’s cheek and Lincoln held his breath. One swipe of Aaron’s tongue down the length of Lincoln’s cock had Lincoln shivering again.

“What are you doing?” Lincoln asked. His big hand rested on the back of Aaron’s head.

“I want to taste you on my tongue,” Aaron answered. His eyes lifted up to Lincoln and held while his lips circled Lincoln’s broad head.

“Jesus!” Lincoln groaned. “That feels fucking incredible, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to come.”

Aaron ignored Lincoln’s comment and began to bob his head up and down on Lincoln’s shaft from the tip to the wide root. Lincoln spread his thighs and Aaron fell between them. Aaron’s mouth moved to lave Lincoln’s balls, one at a time, then worshiped his cock for another minute before his tongue dragged across his taint.

“Holy shit, Aarrrrooonnnn,” Lincoln’s exhale sounded like a long sigh as Aaron snaked his tongue over Lincoln’s opening.

The tip of Aaron’s tongue circled the puckered flesh first, lapping at the entrance, then began to thrust inside. Lincoln thought he’d lose his mind. His heart was pounding inside his chest. Aaron pressed on the back of Lincoln’s knees and Lincoln lifted his own legs for Aaron. He’d never felt this exposed and it was exhilarating. Aaron’s fingers soon replaced his tongue and now Lincoln felt the rush of being filled. The sting of entry didn’t last long and then Aaron’s fingers were sliding in and out while his tongue continued to tease his balls and then licked back up the length of Lincoln’s cock to the tip. When Aaron’s mouth stretched over Lincoln’s shaft, his fingers found Lincoln’s prostate and the pleasure surging through Lincoln was intense.

“Fuckkkkkkk!” Lincoln shouted and his head snapped back into the pillows. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Aaron’s fingers pressed on the gland again at the same time Lincoln’s cock hit the back of his throat and Lincoln was lost to the sensations. Nerves he’d long thought were dead were sparking to life under Aaron’s mouth and fingers. Lights flashed behind his closed eyelids, the tips of his fingers and toes went numb, and the zing of pleasure coiled around his spine. Lincoln swore loudly and felt his balls lift and his cock swelled to an almost painful degree. He wouldn’t have been able to stop the orgasm if he’d had to and when it finally rolled over him, Lincoln thought he might die right then from the overload of pleasure.

With his body a sweaty, panting heap, Lincoln did his best to regain control of his breathing while Aaron milked the last bit of release from him. Lincoln let go of his legs and let them fall to the bed. His arms stretched over his head and flopped in the pillows like they weighed a hundred pounds each, and his gaze locked on the ceiling above. Lincoln was spent, blissed-out in a way he’d never been before. How could he ever articulate what he was feeling in this moment? He didn’t know whether to laugh, break into song, or cry, and a part of him worried he might do all three.

Lincoln felt Aaron’s lips inch back up his hypersensitive body. He stopped on his throat and bit the skin first before sucking. Lincoln knew Aaron had marked him and he didn’t much care. In fact, he rather liked the idea of wearing the evidence of Aaron’s seduction. It felt like a badge of honor, and one Lincoln would proudly wear. Lincoln grinned at that thought then Aaron’s nose nudged his.

“Thank you,” Aaron whispered against his lips.

Lincoln tipped his head in confusion. “
You’re
thanking
me
? For what? I think I should be the one thanking you.”

Aaron’s fingers grazed the side of Lincoln’s whiskered jawline. “Thank you for trusting me enough to let me do that to you.”

Lincoln rolled on to his side and pulled Aaron in for a deep kiss. He could still taste himself inside Aaron’s mouth and imagining his cock thrusting in there just moments ago sent another tremor rippling through him.

“I swear to you, I’ve never been this happy before in my life,” Lincoln said in a hushed tone. He pressed his forehead to Aaron’s and inhaled. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you. Maybe it was the two years of hell and self-doubt I went through before I met you? I don’t know, but Jesus, you make me feel so . . . fucking alive.”

Aaron tucked Lincoln’s head into the bend of his shoulder. “Never doubt yourself again,” Aaron said. “Do you hear me? What you just did proves how capable you are, and nothing is out of your reach. Nothing.”

Lincoln partially climbed on top of Aaron. “Does that mean you’ll bottom for me?”

“Is that what you really want?” Aaron asked. His hands rubbed at Lincoln’s back in slow, soothing circles.

Lincoln nodded. “Yeah, I want that a lot, but after how good you just made me feel with your fingers and mouth, I’m more than a little curious to see how your cock will feel inside of me.”

“Hmmmm,” Aaron moaned. “My cock will feel ten times better than my fingers.”

“I’m counting on it,” Lincoln said and took Aaron’s mouth again.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Lincoln and Aaron slept for a solid ten hours, wrapped together in a tangle of arms and legs in the center of the bed. It was Lincoln’s bladder that finally pulled him out of Aaron’s warm embrace. Five minutes later, he returned to bed and Aaron was still in the same position with his head on Lincoln’s pillow and his face a soft mask of contentment. Lincoln took a few moments to simply stare at the man, so peaceful in slumber, his features a study in the human art form. Lincoln lightly dragged the pads of his fingers across Aaron’s forehead. His fingers outlined the long thin scar by Aaron’s eyebrow and down over his cheek to the whiskers on his jaw.

Aaron’s nose wiggled and a smile began to pull at his lips. “Why are you awake? Aren’t you still tired?”

“We’ve been asleep for almost eleven hours,” Lincoln remarked.

Aaron sat up quickly. “Seriously? Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you late.”

Lincoln laughed and pushed Aaron flat on his back again. “I’m not late and we both needed the sleep, so relax. We’re good.”

Aaron rubbed at his face. “What time do you have to be ready to leave for the interviews?” Aaron asked.

A loud knock rattled the door to Lincoln’s bedroom and Lincoln turned in the bed with a growl and placed his feet on the floor. He gave himself a moment to adjust to the sudden movement before he stood up. That was one of many lessons he learned from Aaron that Lincoln was still applying to his life. When he was ready, he stood up and walked across the room, just as another round of knocks hit the wood. Lincoln jerked open the door, uncaring that he was still naked.

“What the fuck do you want?” Lincoln barked.

Dagger was standing on the other side of the door, a wicked grin lifted his lips and one eyebrow was raised, as well. “Rise and shine, lover boy,” Dagger said, his eyes dragged over Lincoln’s naked form. “We’re leaving in an hour for the interviews, so get your ass in gear.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lincoln answered. “We’re up.”

“I can see that,” Dagger chuckled. “Brunch was delivered to the suite, so get dressed and come eat before the animals get to it first.”

Lincoln closed the bedroom door and turned back toward the bed. Aaron had already vacated the sheets and was in the bathroom using the toilet. Lincoln used the sink to brush his teeth and comb his long hair with his fingers. Behind him, Aaron started the shower. When Aaron turned to Lincoln, their eyes met in the oval mirror above the sink. Heat smoldered there and Lincoln knew it wouldn’t take any effort at all to spark the flames again, but they didn’t have time.

“Go ahead and shower first and I’ll jump in when you’re done,” Lincoln said. “I’m tempted to join you, but you and I both know that will lead to us falling back into bed and we don’t have time for that today.”

“I know. It’s fine.” Aaron grinned and opened the glass door to step into the tiled stall.

Lincoln watched Aaron soap up his lean muscles but had to turn away as the beginning of new arousal began to thicken his cock. Lincoln glanced down at his growing dick and smiled with pride. It wasn’t all that long ago that Lincoln couldn’t get a boner to save his life. Now, he was popping wood just looking at Aaron.

Oh, how my life has changed,
Lincoln thought.

A moment later, Aaron stepped out of the stall. He dripped water and instead of handing Aaron a towel to dry himself, all Lincoln could do was stand there like an idiot and stare at the tiny rivulets cascading over Aaron’s slick pectorals and abdominal muscles.

“Towel?” Aaron asked.

The question pulled Lincoln out of his stunned silence. He spun around quickly to reach for a towel to give to Aaron and nearly fell over into the sink from the sudden change in his balance. Aaron was there before Lincoln even had a chance to grip the edge of the sink counter top and kept him from falling.

“It’s okay,” Aaron soothed. “I’ve got you.”

Lincoln shook his head and leaned forward to rest his hands on the edge of the sink counter. “I don’t see how I can perform and be this off balance,” Lincoln said. “One wrong move and I’m going to fall flat on my face.”

“You moved too quickly just then,” Aaron explained. “As long as you take your time changing positions on stage, you’ll be fine.”

“That’s what you think, but it isn’t always as easy as that,” Lincoln stated flatly. “Maybe I should just tell Dagger and be done with this bullshit. My bass tech is more than capable of playing all my parts. He could stand in for me.”

Aaron moved back and crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re not a quitter,” Aaron said with firmness. “And I’m not convinced you need to step back from this tour.” Lincoln didn’t move from his position leaning against the sink and still held on to the edge like it was his lifeline. “Look, you did all the work to get here, Linc. Don’t you want to follow it through and at least try?”

“It’s not as easy as you’re making it sound, Aaron, and you know that,” Lincoln exhaled loudly.

“You and I will walk your area on stage and look for tripping hazards, then as long as you don’t make any quick movements you’ll be fine,” Aaron reassured again. “You just need to give yourself time in between position changes that involve moving your head.”

Lincoln shoved off the sink and stood up straight before stepping to the shower stall. “I’d much rather be in bed fucking you senseless,” he barked and slammed the shower door behind him.

Aaron grinned at him through the glass as he dried himself off with a towel. “I know you would, and there’ll be plenty of time for that, after you play rock star.”

The same two vans arrived at the hotel to transport the guys in Black Ice and Ivory Tower to Wembley Stadium, along with their personal security, and their significant others. Reporters and photographers from half a dozen news agencies waited for them in the pressroom. Aaron stood at the side of the large room beside Chase, Rooster, and Ryan, while Lincoln was directed to sit behind the long table draped in a black tablecloth. Pitchers of water and glasses lined the center of the table, along with microphones every few feet.