And let’s not even start on what he did for my body.

My pants were stripped away quick on the stage floor, and it wasn’t dark on the stage. Here, the spotlight was still on from my final performance. Thatcher had me on my knees, my boots and pants stripped away.

“Fuck, your ass…” Thatcher bit it easily, nothing but a lace thong back there, and I bucked, mewing. He gripped my ass cheeks. “This shit’s so fucking beautiful.”

He kissed my bottom like it was, his mask rough on my skin. He forced me to my back, but I fought him, kicking. He had on nothing but his jeans and mask, his cutoff tee tossed somewhere.

Goddamn was this man beautiful, his dark hair curling over his electric-blue eyes, his sharp earrings flicking back and forth. He was like an erotic dream, and his breath got husky when he forced my wrists to the stage. We’d made such beautiful music out here earlier tonight, and I meant we. It’d taken a lot of convincing, but I’d gotten Thatcher to play piano with me again during one of the softer numbers. I thought it would be a great tribute to his gram, and she’d loved it when I’d played the footage of our performance for her through FaceTime earlier. Thatcher had gotten her on the phone, and we’d played it for her. She’d loved it, and I was so glad we had gotten to share that with her.

Thatcher and I had created beautiful music, which made what we were doing now on this stage that much dirtier, depraved. Thatcher forced my legs apart, but that left my hands free. I went for his face, but he gathered both of my wrists in one hand.

“Watch the goods, lovely,” he said, arrogant as fuck. He was such a pretty boy and spent more time at the mirror than me. He brought his masked face close, smelling like sea and so very male. “Otherwise, I won’t stop even after you beg me.”

He probably wouldn’t. Not unless I used my safe word. I wriggled, and he brought one of my arms behind me, his abs clenching and dick so hard. The outline surged at the fly of his dark jeans, and he rubbed it as if to give himself relief before moving himself against me.

My hips corkscrewed, but that didn’t stop his pursuit. He ended up getting me on my knees again, my panties ripped away when he shoved his hand down my bustier. He gathered my tits in one large grip before shoving his fingers inside me.

“Fuck!” I called out, trying not to enjoy this… to make him fight for this, but it felt so good. He flicked my clit while he did, and the next thing I knew, his mouth was on me from behind.

His fucking mouth.

He didn’t even have to hold me down now. I was gripping the stage as he feasted, tasted. He got me so wet, and he’d obviously taken his neck gaiter down.

“So fucking sweet, snow. So goddamn sweet,” he crooned, and I gazed back to see him reaching into his pants. He had his cock out, fisting himself, and the fact that this got him off as much as it did me did something for me.

I fought my orgasm. I fought it so hard. I was on the cusp of it, and it was like he knew. His mouth left my sex, and the next thing I knew, he was reaching into his pocket.

It wasn’t for a condom.

A large squirt and he had his hand filled with lube. Apparently, he’d come prepared. He forced it all over his large cock, then used even more to push into my tiny hole.

“I said I was taking your ass, snow,” he said, putting the lube bottle down on the stage. He kissed one of my cheeks. “This beautiful… gorgeous fucking ass.”

He bit at it like it was. Like he really meant it, and we didn’t use condoms anymore. Not since we’d both gotten tested. I hadn’t had any recent partners before him, but I wanted him to feel safe too.

Again, he’d always be safe with me.

I made sure he felt that whenever I could, and like him eating me out, I didn’t fight when he pushed my ass cheeks apart, then later eased himself inside. I made it so easy for him, always did whenever he fucked my ass, and the invasion had us both groaning, bowing. I curled, and he embraced me so tight, his bear hugs the epitome of his own version of safety and security.

“Fuck, I love you,” he said, his hips thrusting, slapping. “I love you so much, Aspen.”

I was close to coming before, but then he said that. It was like I could physically feel his love in the words. I did feel it, loved it.

Taking his hands, I brought him closer, meeting every thrust until my walls vibrated below. I came so hard and fast, always did. “I love you too.”

Thatcher’s high was right behind mine. He roared as he filled my ass with so much cum I felt it drip from my ass to my sex. It even went down my thighs and Lord knew we’d have to clean up this stage once we were done.

“God, I love you.” He said the words while hugging me, kissing my back, my neck. He squeezed my breasts. “I’m so fucking lucky. I’m so goddamn lucky, snow.”

Oh my God.

If I hadn’t already come once, I would have again. This guy was literally a fucking unicorn.

And he’d chosen me.

I’d chosen him too, of course. We’d chosen each other, and I noticed his ring around my neck when I finally came out of my emotions a bit. It glided above the stage via a long chain and had been something he’d given to me.

I’d given him something too, and I studied the gold snowflake when we later lay on the stage together. He kissed my brow, holding me there. He’d told me he was lucky to be with me, but I considered myself the lucky one. The guy had been looking out for me longer than I’d even known. He’d shown me love even before he knew me.

And he said he was the lucky one.

The end.

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