"Then what are you waiting for?" I ask, breathlessly. He lets out a half-laugh and drags his bottom lip between his teeth. That simple gesture is so sexy that, if repeated a few more times, might bring me to orgasm. It leads me to imagine all of the things he can do to me with that perfect mouth. His lips aren't thin; they are plump and absolutely perfect. He has beautifully straight teeth, and I envision them leaving tiny bite marks all over my body when he’s finished caring for me.
He threads his hands through my hair and pulls my mouth against his. This isn't a soft, first kiss. This kiss is different. There are no promises, no pleasantries. This kiss is hungry, and he devours me with every push and pull. His tongue parts through the seam of my lips and claims me. I press deeper into him and weave my tongue against his, running the tip of my tongue along the ridge of his teeth before resuming the dance his tongue has been doing with mine. Our mouths are welded together, breathing of our own accord is no longer an option, and with every moan and groan we breathe life into each other. With every flick and swish I feel myself melting further into his touch. I want him to take everything he needs from me. I want to experience everything he has to offer. Most of all, I want to get lost in him, if only for tonight. I've never felt this free, and I don't know if I ever will again, or even if I should, but I’m sure as fuck not about to walk away now.
Wrong, or not, I can't wait for this man to make me forget my own name. In fact, I will do everything in my power to make sure he fulfills that promise.
He breaks our kiss, and I sigh heavily at the loss of his warmth against me. Our foreheads touch momentarily before I feel his lips on my neck. I find it strange that I feel so comfortable with him, and notice that our bodies respond almost as if we're not strangers at all. I find myself wondering if he notices the same thing.
"What about Rule #2?” I ask, breathlessly, not ready for the seduction to end.
"That's a no-brainer, you need to be a willing partner, and based on that kiss I'd say you were ready, willing, and definitely able." He gives a throaty laugh, and the low timbre of his voice vibrates softly, teasing my skin.
"You seem pretty sure of yourself." I cock my head and give a jaunty wink, silently wondering where my newfound cockiness has come from.
"Never been wrong before, sweetheart." His head dips and I lift my chin to meet his lips once more. I allow my hands to move freely over his back and then down to his jean-clad ass, eliciting a low chuckle from his perfect mouth. "I don't know who you are, or where you came from, but promise me you'll wait until my set is over, then I'll do everything I promised, and then some." His voice is low and raspy, and I feel high from the passion we just shared. I nod, wordlessly, and back up slowly, his hand still holding onto mine, claiming me even as we part. "Pick a place up against the stage, I'll sing one for you." He offers me a quick wink before turning to head backstage.
I stand there wondering if I'd just imagined all of that, or if I’m actually going to leave with that sexy hunk of a man. Now that he’s gone, the idea feels too reckless. I’ve never kissed a stranger the way I let him kiss me, and I know I’ve never agreed to go home with a man I’ve just met. So, the question is, why now? I come to my senses and know I can't take him up on his offer, no matter how hot he made me, or how desirable his kisses made me feel. I turn and look for Mel, finding her at the bar talking to a group of guys. I work my way through the mass of people and wait for the right moment to tell her that I need to leave. I need to get out of here before I do something I’ll regret later. I know that if I let him do all of those things to me, I would most assuredly regret it, not because I would feel cheap and used, but because something tells me if I have a taste of him I’ll never be able to get him out of my mind.
"Mel." I called, trying to get her attention, but fail. "Melonie." I tried again. "Mel!" I yelled, finally catching her eye. "I'm going to grab a cab--"
The rest of my speech was drowned out as the announcer came over the sound system. Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together and welcome back to the stage, Seattle's very own, Twisted Fate! Suddenly, the room goes dark, and stage lights come on to reveal four amazingly hot guys standing there, and the one that made me all kinds of promises only moments ago is standing front and center. He opens his mouth and starts to sing, and all my reasons for leaving quickly evaporate. My head may be telling me to run, but my body demands that I stay and take him up on his offer. His eyes scan the crowd, finally landing on me, and I know then and there that nothing short of an act of God could get me to leave this space.
"Rhy?" I hear Mel calling, but I don't reply. "Rhyann!" She yells, clapping her hands in front of my face to break my trance. "Why do you want to leave? We just got here. We came to see hot guys, and look up there. They are four of the hottest guys I've seen in a long ass time." I nod, still unable to formulate a sentence. "Look at that bass player. Damn, he is hot. Oh, and that singer is like sex on a stick. I wouldn't mind licking that."
"I kissed him." I blurt out.
"What? Are you serious?" She blinks rapidly.
"Um hmm. We're hooking up afterwards." I glance over my shoulder at her. Her mouth hangs open and now it’s her turn to be speechless. Mel is my best friend, she knows me better than anyone, and she knows that hooking up with a stranger is not my style.
"Yeah, right!" She scoffs. "And I'm gonna blow the bassist in the bathroom." She doubles over laughing. It takes a few moments of me not blinking to make her stop. "You're serious?"
I turn and give her a deadpan stare. "Yes, I am. It's what you said I should do, right?" I raise my brow slightly and she smiles and nods. Regrets be damned, tonight that man will be all mine, and I intend to make the most of every second I have with him.
"You go girl!"
I'm waiting for him when he finishes up backstage. Their set ended thirty minutes ago, and I was beginning to wonder if he'd changed his mind, or found someone else, but then the door opens and he enters the abandoned hallway.
"Hey, you. I wasn't sure if you'd stick around. Sorry that took so long." His mouth curves into a sexy smile as his hands find my waist. I raise my hand and boldly run my fingers through his hair, still damp from the shower.
"I considered leaving." I replied, watching with interest as the cocky smile quickly leaves his perfectly chiseled face. "Then I remembered that you never told me Rule #3. I knew if I left without knowing I would never be able to live with myself." I teased, and the cocky smile returns as he covers the distance between us.
"Rule #3 is simple. One Night Only. No Strings. We have our fun then go our separate ways. Think you can handle that?" His hands flatten against the wall and he steps forward, effectively caging me in.
Without hesitation, I press my mouth to his neck and skim my tongue over his hot skin. I nip my way to the hollow of his throat, then down the front of his shirt, pausing just over his heart. I place a chaste kiss there before he grabs my ass and lifts me up, curling my legs around his waist. He presses me against the wall as talented hands work their way beneath my shirt. His thumbs caress my breasts through the fabric of my bra, then slip in to flick over the hardened peaks. His lips meet mine and barely make contact before his tongue plunges deep within the warmth of my awaiting mouth. This man kisses like nothing I have ever experienced. When his lips move against mine, and his tongue works its magic, he isn't just kissing me; he’s making love to me with his mouth, and all I can think is if he kisses this good, sex with him is going to be out of this world.
"I'll take that as a yes." He murmurs into my flesh.
"Oh, God, yes." I throw my head back, moaning as his lips tickle over the soft spot behind my ear. "Do that again--" I pause, pulling back to look in his beautiful eyes. "I don't even know your name."
"It's Jesse." He smiles, resuming his gentle pecks. "But I have been called God once or twice."
"You know something stud, I'll bet you have." I responded, huskily, rocking my hips against his waist for friction.
"I really wa
nt to be inside you right now, but not here, not in this hallway. Come back to my place. I live alone and you can be as loud as you want. You can call me Jesse, God, or even Steve. I just want to hear you screaming when I feel you squeezing around me." I stop moving and push us slightly apart. "What, too much?" He tilts his head seductively, somehow knowing his cockiness is a lot to take in, but that isn't the problem.
"Never, ever, ask me to call you Steve. Okay?" I glare at him and slide my legs to the floor.
"Sure baby, no problem. No Steve. Forget I ever said it." He kisses me again and his hand palms the front of my jeans as his finger swirls back and forth over the seam, driving me crazy. "What's wrong with that name?" He asks, curiously.
"That's my bosses name, and I don't ever want to think of him when I am doing this." I moan, getting lost in the sensation caused by his talented hand.
"Got it." He stops stroking and grabs my hips. "Hey babe, let's go to my place, by the time I'm finished with you, I promise you will have forgotten his name too."
"O-kay." I stammered, feeling excited and almost frightened all at the same time.
He bends down and picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I giggle like a little girl, excited by his sudden childlike behavior. This man has me feeling all sorts of things. Sexy, funny, desirable, happy, wanted. In his presence I suddenly realize how sexually starved I’ve been. As we drive toward his place I look over and study his profile. He catches me staring and gives a playful wink, then shocks me by linking his hand with mine; reminding me again of how comfortable he makes me feel. We ride in silence for a bit before I ask him a few questions.
"How long has your band been together?"
"Technically, about seven years, but we've only been doing the bar scene for three. Before that we mostly played at college parties or weddings. Back then it was more for fun, now it's time to get serious. We have a couple of record producers scouting us. It's only a matter of time before we make it big." He squeezes my hand and in that moment I don't doubt for one moment that he will someday be famous. There is no way he couldn't be. He has the looks, the voice, the confidence. I know that what we are about to share will only be for tonight, but I secretly hope that one day I will see him again, and get the chance to tell him that I always knew he would make it.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-three. How about you?"
"Same." I smile, enjoying the simplicity of our conversation. I've only known him for a few short hours, technically less than thirty minutes, but I feel as if I've known him my whole life. He’s so easy to talk to. Listening to his smooth voice does something between my legs that sets my whole body on fire.
"So, you know what I do to make money, tell me what you do with your time."
"I'm an administrative assistant." I watch as his face wrinkles in confusion.
"What is that, like a secretary or something?" His thumb tickles mindlessly over my knuckles and the effect it has on me is hard to explain, but I silently beg him not to stop.
"Yeah, something like that." I tilt my head and flash my best smile. "Basically, I keep my asshole boss and his team organized, manage his calendar, prepare documents, and keep case files intact. I know, it sounds incredibly boring, but I'm pretty good at it." His hand gives mine a quick squeeze before shifting to settle above my knee. My breathing accelerates and I shift slightly, leaning further into his touch. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
"One Brother, his name is Tyler and he plays lead guitar in the band." I nod, recalling the resemblance between them when they were on stage. He pulls into a drive and parks the car, then moves closer and cups my face in his hands. "Are we done with the twenty questions?" His tongue skirts over the seam of my lips, then pulls back, teasing me. I stare into his warm eyes and give an apologetic shrug. "I hope so, because as much as I enjoy talking with you, and I truly do." He kisses me deeply, and when he pulls away I’m left with my lips parted, longing for more. "I'd really love to take you inside and fuck you now." The underwear I’m wearing suddenly feels as if it’s been caught in a rainstorm.
We step through the door, and before it fully closes, Jesse has me pinned against the wall. I lock my hands around his neck and wrap one leg around the back of his. With arms of steel, he lifts me to his waist and holds me there, pausing momentarily to lock eyes with my mine. My hands move up his body, inching his shirt up as I go. He lifts his arms over his head and I pull it up and over his broad shoulders. With his chest exposed it's hard to focus on anything else around me. It's clear that he takes his workouts seriously, and each muscle is perfectly defined. As my thumbs trace over the hills and valleys that make up his torso I want to run my tongue over every dip and groove but at this angle it isn't possible. I leave a trail of kisses before pressing my lips firmly on his warm mouth. His lips open as the tip of my tongue probes against their softness, seeking to gain entry. Our tongues glide together fluidly, as if old friends, and I feel the vibration ripple through me as he moans under my lead. As we kiss we work our way toward the kitchen, still grunting and groping as we inch along.
Strong hands reach for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head, and my lacey bra soon follows. Now we are skin against skin and the heat radiating off his body is electrifying. He lifts me higher, drawing my breast in his warm mouth, and I moan out loud as his soft tongue swirls around a hardened peak. He moves to the other, fully erect and longing for the same attention, and he elicits the same reaction out of me. If it wasn't obvious to him before, I'm certain it is by now, it's been awhile since anyone has touched me in this way. I mean, don't get me wrong, I've had sex before, but it's usually with someone that has at least taken me out to dinner and pretended to want more than a night of sex. Let me just say that for the past few months I haven't had anyone interest me the way this man does, and I've most assuredly never had anyone speak to me, or touch me, like Jesse does. Honestly, if it had been anyone else I probably would have thrown my drink in his face, but there was something about him that made me want to hear those things. Now that I'm in his arms, with his mouth wrapped around my breast, I'm quite certain I made the right choice.
I shift my legs, seeking leverage as I slip my hand lower and palm the bulge in his jeans. I grind the heel of my hand further into him and gasp as I feel him suck my nipple firmly between his teeth. With both hands I manage to undo his pants, then work them down his muscular thighs, freeing his massive erection. I cup one hand around the thick base and slowly work my way up, stroking the taut flesh. Suddenly, he's on his knees, and my clothes end up in a pile on the floor next to his. His hands smooth over the front of my thighs and he stares up at me before dipping his head to place a tender kiss above my pubic bone. His hazel eyes are filled with lust and I hold my breath, anticipating what he’ll do next.
"You are so beautiful." He whispers, before parting me with his skilled tongue. I gasp, rolling my hips with his movements. Soon, his hands cup my rear, pushing me deeper into his mouth, and I bury my hands in his hair, holding him there until he takes me over the edge of the precipice and my legs are about to buckle. He places a tender kiss over the sensitive area, then he looks up through long lashes and smiles knowingly. Just when I think he may need a minute, he flips me around and bends me over the kitchen counter, pausing only a moment to slip on a condom. Cold granite stings my breasts, but that pain is soon forgotten as he fills me from behind. He slowly builds a rhythm, and soon I am pressing back into each thrust, begging for him to give more. The room is quiet, save for the sounds of skin slapping against skin, and that of our own groans as together we race toward our release. Then, he pulls out, and my body, missing him already, presses against him once more. He turns me around to face him and lifts me, carrying me to the dining room table. He places me on the edge and steps between my legs, then, slowly guides the crown back in. My greedy body squeezes against him, preventing him from straying too far, and he lets out a throaty chuckle against my lips. As his hips thrust to a beat of their own making
, his tongue follows the same rhythm in my hungry mouth.
I'm about to climax when he pulls out, drawing out our pleasure once more, and moves us to the stairs. I assume we are heading for the bedroom but it seems that Jesse has other plans. My back meets the polished wood and my legs part wide enough for him to fill the empty space. My body arches, seeking him, and I cry out as he plunges in with a force that has him filling me so completely my head is spinning. The sheer pleasure is greater than I've ever known, more satisfying than the finest food or wine. My heels dig into his hips, holding him in place, and as he rolls into me he grunts and kisses my neck. I'm panting loudly, fighting to hold back my release so this never ends.
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