I wondered if I'd made a mistake, but recognized it was too late to do anything about it."Look, Steven, there's a reason we can't be together. I don't...even know how to start to explain it to you. I do love you," and my voice cracked, just slightly, as I admitted it again, "but I can't be with you. I want you to make love to me. You'll understand after, I promise. I need you to trust me, just for a little while."I steeled myself and met his gaze, his eyes searching my face. The frown and deep. That lasted about 5 minutes and then he told me to take a break and that I could use my hands from then on unless he told me otherwise. I pulled my mouth back and grabbed that huge fucking thing with my right hand and just stared as I stroked it up and down slowly. Then I asked him how long it was exactly and he told me to guess first. So I guessed 11 inches even though I thought it was probably less but my guess was almost perfect because he then told me it was just a little more than 11. I politely declined the offer.“Don’t worry, I won’t keep you long. Gotta gig myself, but I like, you know, like to get off before I go on stage. And after too, for that matter,” and he gave another little laugh. “And on stage whenever possible.” This one gave him the giggles. I don’t know how high he was already, but I kept very quiet so he could concentrate on his driving.“Do this often?” he asked, as we drove out into the countryside?“No. No, I don’t,” I answered.“Sweet. Got a. I need more of your beautiful body.” We went up a set of stairs to a single door. Evan pulled me so I was in front of me, his hands on my waist, mine around his neck, his lips on mine. His hand left my waist only for a second to open the door, his hand returned to my waist immediately after. He pushed me up against the door closing it shut. He picked me up so I my legs wrapped around his waist and pushed me even harder into the door. His lips left mine, moving down to my jawline and further to.