Blush

by Anne Mercier

  WHEN WE GET to the venue the next day, Lucy starts fidgeting. I can already see she's starting to freak out and it's only eleven in the morning. She's got a good eight hours before the show starts. Hell.

  “Luce,“ I say as she sits down at the table with her breakfast bar and coffee.

  “Yeah, babe.“

  She looks at me, her expression one of nervousness.

  “You doing alright?“

  “Yeah, I'm good.“

  “You look a little… anxious.“

  She blows out a breath and flops her head on her forearms on the table. “I feel like I need to throw up. Jesse, oh my God,“ she mumbles.

  I reach over and grab her hand, lacing my fingers with hers. “Baby.“

  “Unh.“

  I smile. Ben and Ethan pause their Call of Duty deathmatch and look over with grins.

  I stand up and pull her up from where she's sitting. She stands, all pouty and distraught. I pull her into a hug and rest my cheek on top of her head. She lets out a sigh. I wish I could make this easier for her but it's something she has to get through on her own. She'll get up on stage and be nervous as fuck like everyone else who gets up there. It'll get easier and she'll become less and less nervous but that never goes away.

  Ethan and Ben resume their game but not before Ethan tells me, “Go fuck her brains out, man. She'll forget for a while.“

  I grin. I'm always up for fucking my wife. I lift her under her armpits and she wraps her legs around my waist.

  “Want me to fuck you, baby?“

  She bites her lip, her eyes glazing over with desire. She wiggles her hips, rubbing her pussy against me.

  “I'm taking that as a yes,“ I say and head back toward the bathroom. The volume on the TV goes up—way up and I laugh. Lucy just shakes her head as I shut the door.

  I set her down and strip her bare.

  “Not wasting any time are ya?“ she teases.

  “Fuck no. Turn around gorgeous,“ I coax and she does as I ask.

  “On your knees,“ I demand. Her brow arches but I see the flush of her arousal spike. My wife likes being told what to do sexually and I'm going to enjoy every second of it. I drop a folded towel to the floor and Lucy kneels on it.

  I pull out my already hardening cock and stroke it. She licks her lips and reaches for me.

  “No.“

  “No?“ she asks.

  “Not until I tell you. No touching me.“

  “You're hot when you take control,“ she purrs.

  I smirk and wink as I stroke my cock.

  “Touch my balls, baby. Just your fingertips.“

  I continue to jack myself off and when she touches me as I tell her to, a bead of precum forms on the tip. Her gaze zeroes in on it and I'm tempted to let her lick it off, but she'll get the upper hand if I let her do that. Hell, I'll want in her mouth and let her do what she wants. That can't happen. Not yet.

  I use my thumb and rub the precum around the head of my cock and continue to fist myself.

  “Do you want to suck my dick, Lucy?“

  She nods, biting her lip.

  “That's good. I want to fuck your mouth. I'm going to take it how I want and you're going to let me.“

  She nods again.

  I put a hand behind her head and pull her closer, positioning my cock at her mouth.

  “Lick, just lick.“ When she does, her hot little tongue touches the slit in the head of my dick. My woman goes for broke. Always. I close my eyes and groan.

  “Suck the head, Luce.“ Her lips close around my cock and sweet heaven. She swirls her tongue and sucks. I can tell she wants to do more, to touch me, to take me deeper but my hand is there, still pumping, and I'm getting closer to the brink. I want to come in her greedy little mouth, give her what she wants, knowing it'll bring her to that edge of coming, too, so when I push my cock into her waiting and wanting pussy, she'll be so close that a few thrusts will get her to come.

  “No hands,“ I warn, moving my hand back toward the base, “but you can take me deeper baby and you can touch my balls anyway you want.“ She pounces, immediately her hand cups my balls and I grunt. When she leans forward, taking my cock deeper into her mouth, then pulling back before taking me deeper again, I groan long and loud. Jesus she's incredible. It's watching her take me that makes it so good. She enjoys it. I mean really enjoys it. Knowing my woman enjoys giving this to me and watching my cock disappear into my wife's mouth, I'm on edge.

  “Baby,“ I groan and thread a hand through her hair, pulling a bit and feeling her answering moan around my cock has my hips bucking forward. “I need to come.“

  She puts one hand on my hip and the other continues to fondle my balls as she takes my cock deep. I thread my other hand through her hair and start fucking her mouth in earnest. She doesn't balk. She doesn't try not to gag. She doesn't hide a single thing as I pull her hair and her head forward and back, her eyes watering, her nostrils flaring as she breathes through her nose, her eyes closing when I push past the resistance of her throat and when she swallows I start to come.

  “Fuuuuck, Lucy,“ I grunt. “I didn't want to come yet,“ I moan, thrusting a few more times, pumping my cum down the back of her throat.

  I'm panting when she opens her eyes. I slowly pull her head back, my cock still semi-hard when it falls from her mouth.

  “Up, baby.“ I help her. “Hands on the sink, feet apart.“

  She does as I ask. I fill a cup with water and hand it to her. She gargles and spits then drinks before resuming her position.

  I fist my cock and smack her ass. She starts and looks at me, eyes wide. I know she likes it, it gets her wet so fucking fast and I want her to come hard and fast. I dip my fingers between her thighs from behind and her pussy is soaked.

  “Damn. Always so hot and wet for me.“

  “Mmm,“ she moans when I slide two fingers deep into her, her walls greedily clamping on.

  “You're close to coming already. I want you to come on my cock, Lucy. Don't come on my fingers,“ I warn.

  She nods and moans again when I slide my cock between her ass cheeks, thrusting against her body. I position myself at her the opening of her wet pussy and she widens her stance, arching her back and thrusting her ass out at me. I want to groan but I bite it back. She has no idea just how fucking sexy she is. I could come again right now, just watching her, just feeling her around my fingers.

  I push inside her slowly, her breath hitches and her eyes close.

  “No.“

  Her eyes open and meet mine in the mirror over the sink.

  “Eyes open. I want to see you and I want you to see me.“

  Her breath catches when I'm fully seated inside her and she shudders.

  “Can you come right now, Lucy? Do you think you can get yourself off just like this?“ I question.

  “I don't know but now I'm curious to find out,“ she smirks. Challenge accepted is what that smirk tells me.

  Her pussy squeezes my cock and I groan. “Jesus. You feel so fucking good. I will never, ever get tired of your body and how it makes me feel when we fuck.“

  She pushes her ass back further against me, her walls clenching and unclenching. I rotate my hips and she moans, her head tips back.

  “You need more,“ I tell her and thrust fast and deep into her, my balls bouncing off of her clit and she gasps.

  “Oh yes, yes, Jesse,“ she moans. “God, that's it right there.“

  I hit the spot deep inside her that gets her wetter, her juices wetting my cock. I look down to see it glistening and son of a bitch if I don't have to come again.

  “Fuuuuck, Lucy,“ I thrust faster. I reach between us and wet my fingers, then reach around her to rub her clit. Three circles and she comes and holy shit does she come.

  She squeezes my cock so fucking tight it almost hurts as I keep thrusting and fingering her clit. I pound harder into her, her pussy convulsing all around my cock.

  “Hot, wet heat, so tight. You feel infucking
credible. I'm going to have to come again. God damn it, I don't want to come yet, but holy fuck,“ I growl as it catches me off guard. Cum, hot, so hot, shoots out of the tip of my dick and into her waiting pussy. Her walls still squeezing me, clenching as I let go, just let it come and come out in rushes into her, into my wife, into the love of my life.

  She's close again, I can tell as she thrusts back hard against me and I'm not going to come more than she does. I just don't work that way. I reach down and rub her clit as I let her slam back against me. I circle my hips and hold deep inside her as she pushes back hard, so god damn hard. I feel like I'm part of her, I'm so deep.

  “Jesse,“ she whispers as she focuses her gaze on me.

  “I love you, Luce.“

  “Ahhh,“ she cries out, her head tipping back. So close. “Come for me,“ I command as I circle her clit, adjusting to just the right pressure, and when she pants hard and lets go, I smile.

  “There you go, baby. Come all over my dick. Let me feel you.“ And good Christ, does she let go. “Shit, Lucy, did you just…“

  She keeps coming, her eyes rolling back in her head and god damn, if that isn't the sexiest fucking thing ever. She's having one hell of an orgasm and Jesus she's gushing all over the place. She's never done that before, not like this, and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't hot as hell.

  “Jesse,“ she pants out when the pleasure eases off. “What the hell was that?“ she asks, wide-eyed.

  “I think you just had the equivalent of a male orgasm,“ I tell her with a wide grin.

  “No. Really? I never… wow. We should look that up and see how I can do that again,“ she tells me and I throw my head back and laugh.

  “Hell yeah, we should. That was the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen, and feeling your cum gush over my cock,“ I shake my head.

  “Yeah? It's not weird, is it?“ she asks.

  “Hell no. It's hot as hell. You've been giving me a lot of firsts Luce and they've all been perfect and amazing.“

  She smiles and it's huge.

  “Want to know something?“ she asks.

  It's going to be naughty, I can tell from the gleam in her eye.

  “Always,“ I tell her, gently pulling out and turning on the shower. I turn her around. “Tell me.“

  “You bring me so much pleasure when we have sex, fuck, make love—sometimes, like now, I feel as if I'm going to pass out. My vision goes black around the edges and my body just vibrates and pulses,“ she blushes a little as she confesses.

  “Yeah?“

  She nods.

  “I'll tell you something. Everything we do, sexually and non, is better than anything I've ever felt or had before. I love that you're my wife, Lucy.“

  “Oh, Jesse,“ she whispers, tears filling her eyes. “I love being your wife. I love that you're my husband,“ she says with a wide grin. “Your whores are going to be so pissed.“

  “Likely already are.“

  She throws back her head and laughs, then does a little victory dance.

  “I win!“ she shouts.

  “Sounded like it to me!“ Jace shouts from the other room and I laugh out loud. God damn thin walls of the tour bus.

  “Hell yeah!“ she responds.

  “Get it, girl,“ Jace shouts.

  “Oh, I've already got it,“ she says with a wink and steps under the warm water of the shower.

  “Yeah, yeah you do,“ I tell her. She's had me all along, she just didn't start believing it until now. I'll get her to believe it completely sooner rather than later.

  With that, I start singing, “Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world,“ as I step under the spray.

  Lucy answers with, “She took the midnight train going anywhere.“

  Don't Stop Believing. Never stop.

  “You don’t stop having fun because you get old,

  you get old because you stop having fun.“

  —UNKNOWN

  AFTER A SHOWER to wash off the smell of the amazing sex my husband and I just had, I throw on a pair of skinny jeans and a Blush fitted tee. I put in the every-day product Spenser gave me and leave my hair to air dry. Spenser and the girls are going to be styling it for me later anyway. For the show. Blush's first concert. My nerves are frayed. I'm a wreck.

  I step out of the bathroom and the guys are still playing Call of Duty. Ben looks over.

  “Feel any better now that my brother fucked you stupid?“

  I laugh. “I did but then I started thinking again.“

  “Now why would you want to go and do something like that?“ Ben asks.

  “I wish I could shut it off. But we've got sound check in ten minutes. Where I'm going to see the empty venue. With all the seating. All. The. Seating. For. All. The. Fans,“ I gasp.

  “Did Jesse already head on in?“ I ask.

  A simple “Yep,“ is Ben's response.

  “Damn you's a sexy bitch,“ Xander sings to me. He's grinning and grinding his hips against me and I burst out laughing.

  “What song is that?“ I ask.

  He pulls out one of his earbuds and puts it in my ear.

  “Oh! I know this song!“

  We start singing and grinding. Ben and Ethan are laughing and watching us in amusement. Jace, Sera, and Meggie walk onto the bus and announce it's time for sound check. Xander starts walking in front of me.

  When we get off the bus, Xander stops and unplugs the earbuds so the music is blasting from his phone. My Humps from The Black Eyed Peas starts and I start laughing. I slide my finger through his belt loop, Jace steps up behind me and loops his finger, then Sera, then Ben, then Meggie, then Ethan, and we start the Xander version of a conga line. Right foot step, hip thrust, left foot step, hip thrust. Step, step, step, step. Repeat. We do this all the way through the building until we reach the stage where Jesse's standing, arms crossed, lips kicked up in a smirk while he shakes his head.

  When Xander stops, I laugh out loud and run up to Jesse, jump hug him and kiss him on the lips.

  “Babe,“ he whispers.

  “Hi,“ I whisper back. God, I love this man. He looks at me like a starving man looks at a steak. He looks at me like he can't live without me. He treats me like a queen, as if I were his greatest treasure. I can only hope I treat him the same. He deserves so much more. My husband. He's my rock, my best friend. He makes my heart beat faster. He makes me smile. He makes me want to be a better person and the best wife and musician I can be. Jesse Kingston is nothing short of incredible.

  “You've got a lot of work to do in the next couple hours,“ he tells me, kissing my lips softly.

  I sigh and pull his face to mine to lengthen the kiss. “I know. I hope getting set up goes smoothly.“ I continue pressing small kisses to his lips and Jesse's mouth kicks up in that one-sided grin that I find incredibly sexy.

  “It'll be great,“ Damian interrupts.

  Jesse's hands tighten on my ass as he holds me up. I turn to look at Damian and give him a smile.

  “You ready?“ Damian asks.

  “Yep!“

  I cup Jesse's face in my hands and kiss him softly one more time.

  “I love you, Jesse.“

  “I love you too, Lucy.“

  He doesn't set me down but rather carries me on stage, standing me right in front of the mic.

  “Holy hell,“ I whisper as I look out at the empty arena.

  Sera stands next to me, Jace on the other side, and we just stare for a few minutes. Meggie and Trace are used to this but us—we are a bit in awe and a whole lot intimidated.

  “Well,“ Jace says.

  “Yeah,“ Sera nods.

  I blow out a breath. “Alrighty then.“

  Jesse and the guys sit in the front row.

  “You got this,“ Kennedy shouts.

  I nod. I'm so damn nervous and we don't even have a full house yet. I press a hand to my butterfly-ridden tummy.

  Damian claps his hands. “This is Alex. He's going to set you up.“

 
The tall blonde man with piercing blue eyes nods our way. “Nice to finally meet you.“

  “You as well. I'd hoped to meet you before we hopped on the buses but it was a bit chaotic.“

  He nods. “No worries. Let's go through a couple songs so we can get things set.“

  “Sounds good.“

  Trace sets up behind the drums while Sera, Meggie, and Jace grab their guitars. Cage walks on the stage, a gift box in his hands. I lift a brow. What's he up to? I wonder.

  He just grins. “I brought you a little something, Lucy. Everyone deserves to have their own personalized instrument.“

  “Um, okay?“ I have no idea what he's talking about. The box is no bigger than a shoebox and it's wrapped with pink metallic paper, a hot pink ribbon and bow. He hands me the box and I grin huge. I'm excited and apprehensive at the same time. But it's a present and I love opening presents.

  I pull the bow and drape the ribbon around my neck, wiggling my eyebrows at Jesse, who chuckles. I pull off the paper to reveal a plain white box. No tell. No fair, I think. No hints.

  I lift the lid on the box and inside is a pink metallic microphone with my name on one side and Blush on the other. Tears pool in my eyes as I look up at Cage.

  “Oh my God. This is…“ I shake my head. I step forward and hug Cage as a tear rolls down my cheek. “Thank you so much.“

  “You deserve the best, Lucy. You need to start believing that. You also need to remember, you're the lead singer for Blush. You've got the talent, the voice, and you need to pull in that confidence I see in you every day.“

  I open my mouth to say something and he presses a finger to my lips.

  “Not the fake confidence you use when you act. The Lucy confidence you use when you are doing something you truly love with people you admire and adore. This, right here, pretend you're sitting in the studio with the band. Forget what's out there. Just be you.“

  I nod. “Okay.“ I rub my sweaty hands on my jeans. “Is this ready to go?“ I ask, motioning to the mic and Cage nods.