Page 3 of Opening Night Backstage

My whole body spasms and Tommy drives himself into me hard and fast, bouncing me on his cock as I twitch and flutter.

“That’s it. Dance on my dick like the perfect little ballerina you are.”

My insides pirouette and twist, spinning furiously as my climax goes on and on. Tommy joins the dance as he shakes and spills himself inside me.

My breaths become his, and his become mine, as we slowly come down from the high together.

With a soft kiss, he slides out of me, his release dripping down my thigh. He finds my tights while I slide down the wall to the floor, breathless and languid and satisfied.

He starts to roll my tights up my leg, and I put a hand on his arm to stop him. “I need to clean up first.”

“No.” His voice is stern. “I wasn’t exaggerating. You’re going to go back out there wearing my cum for the rest of the show.”

I shiver and let him slide my tights and leotard back on.

“Five minutes to places.” The stage manager’s voice sounds over the speaker system backstage.

“That can’t be right.” There’s no way we’ve only been in here ten minutes.

Tommy seems just as surprised as I am. He digs his phone out of his pocket and turns it so I can see the time. According to it, we were in here for less than ten minutes. He made me come twice in less than ten minutes!

“Impossible.” I shake my head.

“Incredible.” Tommy kisses the tip of my nose.

Somehow, I know he’s not talking about the timing, but about what we did, how good it was.

“Incredible,” I echo back.

He kisses me one more time, then helps me to my feet, pulls up my leotard, kisses me again, and sends me on my way with a playful swat to my ass.

“Break a leg, love.”