The moans echoed in the area, bringing a light to the window three stories up and in sight of the area they were. He continued thrusting harder against her, the heat bubbling in the pit of his stomach reaching the boiling point. "Fuck," he breathed out against her skin. His hips moved faster again, the building in his own body not stopping for him. "God you feel so good," his voice was heavy with darkness and lust.
A few minutes later his mind swirled, latching into hers as the heat poured out from him. His hands held her against him, burying his length deep inside her and a low groan rumbled from him. Issac could feel his heart pound heavily against his chest. He had waited for her body to hit its next peak to send him over his own edge.
His chest moved with his deep breaths. "After every show..." He nodded.