Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The author does not own any of the following names or personalities. The author does not imply that the people mentioned within would act or have acted in the ways depicted. No money has been made from this.

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Why do I spoil Tommy?

Is it because he has a big cock?

All I know is, Tommy is sulking, and I have to make him smile.

"Tommy." I pull him onto my lap, let my hands settle at his waist. Warm, lean stomach. Mayhem.

"What?" His lips curl around the word. It's not really a question.

I bounce my knee under him. He frowns. I bounce him again.

"What?" He snaps.

"Come on. You're not that annoyed with me. You're sitting on my lap."

Tommy's lips twitch, then settle back into a frown.

I pull him closer to me until his ass settles against my crotch. I press my lips to his spine. He squirms. Yeah, that feels nice. I can't see his face anymore, but I have a feeling the frown is gone.

"Nikki."

"Yeah."

"How much longer am I going to have to fucking wait before I can have your cock in me?"

I wasn't expecting that.

"Our third fucking full day of rehearsal, and you still haven't made a pass at me."

"What do you call this?"

"Three days, man. What am I supposed to think?"

"That I'm tired?"

"Fuck you."

I sigh. And then topple him to the carpet. Straddle him. Fuck if I don't want to drag him home, handcuff him to my bed, and fuck him raw. And Tommy can fucking struggle. He's not struggling now, though. He's just looking at me. Breathing hard. Cock tenting his pants.

I want to rip those pants off and take him, dry. Watch him grit his teeth and sweat and twist and growl underneath me.

"It's been too long, Nikki. Five years."

"What do you want from me?"

"I want you to fuck me like a fucking jackhammer until I'm fucking blind."

"Later, Tommy." I check my watch. "Another three hours."

Tommy groans.

Maybe I really shouldn't spoil him so much. He's getting fucking demanding.

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