by Vi Keeland
By the time we had made our way to the far end of the vineyard and back, we were both drenched from the heat of the afternoon. Jack wore a pair of low hung sweat shorts and a white t-shirt that clung to his chest and showed off his ridiculously toned abdomen muscles. The vineyard was beautiful, with rolling hills setting the backdrop and the most enormous sunflowers I had ever seen lining the border of the property all the way around.
We decided to pack a snack and some drinks and take shelter from the afternoon sun under a beautiful weeping willow tree that stood alone in the middle of the vineyard. Jack laid down a blanket and I set out some cheese and fruits I had put together. We uncorked a bottle of wine that was made from the grapes of the vineyard and Jack poured us each a glass. I sat down and Jack peeled off his damp shirt before making himself comfortable with his head in my lap.
“Your chest is so warm.” I grazed my fingertips lightly over his chest, feeling the heat emanating from him under my fingertips. My fingernail passed over his nipple, awakening it from its semi-erect state.
“Your hands on me aren’t going to reduce my body temperature any time soon, babe.”
I spied the ice bucket keeping our wine cool and quietly plucked an ice cube out. Holding it between my thumb and forefinger, I ran the ice up and down Jack’s chest, leaving a trail of glistening cold moisture.
“You see, my hands can help bring down your body temperature.”
I watched as Jack closed his eyes, taking a minute before he spoke. “Not even close, babe.” Jack sat up, his relaxed playful face gone, replaced by a look of desire and want.
He kneeled in front of me and pulled my legs open, placing one on each side of him. “Lay back.”
“What’s going on in that mind of yours?”
Jack playfully arched his eyebrows. “You turned me down this morning. Now I’m gonna make you beg.”
My breath hitched at his words. Never in my life had I known a man with such wanton sexuality. His desire to please me made me feel powerful and beautiful, like I’d never experienced before. I knew I didn’t have much experience with different men, but the experience I did have was like comparing apples and oranges. Jack was a whole different ballgame than sex with Michael. When we were together it was intimate and sensual, incredibly erotic. My years with Michael had been more about getting to the finish line rather than enjoying the trip along the way.
Unlike my gesture with the ice, Jack made no attempt to hide his actions as he reached for a cube and gently pushed me back onto the blanket. He lifted one of my legs and brought my foot to his mouth, placing a single kiss on the inside of the soft spot of my arch.
He took the ice and slowly ran it along the inside of my leg, moving from my ankle to the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh, stopping short of my most private area. After he traced the same path of ice on my other leg, he slowly lifted my silk night shirt, leaving it barely covering my breasts. He circled the ice cube around my flat stomach, slowly moving closer and closer to my navel with each excruciatingly slow circle.
When my belly was glistening from melt, he gently raised the silk of my slip higher, revealing my already taut nipples. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, slowly exhaling, waiting for what I knew was to come. I could feel Jack’s eyes on me, but a minute passed and I was surprised to not feel the cold I expected on my skin. I opened my eyes and found Jack waiting.
Jack’s voice was deep and velvety, full of need. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
I closed my eyes, pushing aside the embarrassment that seeped in at the thought of the words he wanted to hear from my lips.
“Open your eyes and tell me.”
My eyes flew open and Jack repeated his words calmly. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I want you to touch me.” My voice was a whisper as I looked into Jack’s eyes with my answer.
“Show me where you want me to touch you.”
I knew I had touched myself for him before, but it was different when we were thousands of miles apart and he was watching me alone in my room on the tour bus. I hesitated, but slowly raised my hand and touched my own nipple with my forefinger. “Here.” My voice came out shaky with desire.
Jack reached for another ice cube and put it into his mouth, leaving the cube protruding from between his sexy lips. He kept his eyes locked on mine as he slowly leaned over my body and touched the frozen cube to my nipple. The sensation of the cold ice mixed with the heat pouring from Jack’s mouth awakens every inch of my skin.
I watched in amazement as Jack circled my nipple with the cube round and round until my nipple stood pointed and full, engorged almost to the point of pain, but not quite. Our eyes never disconnected as he moved from one breast to the other, not satisfied until both were fully standing at attention.
I wasn’t sure if the cube had melted on my flaming skin or if Jack’s hot mouth had scorched it to water, but there was no cold left when Jack’s warm mouth came back down on my nipple, sucking it firmly and biting down until I could no longer hold back my low moan.
I felt one of Jack’s hands travel down my stomach and linger for a moment, gently circling my clit as he continued the assault of my nipple with his warm mouth. His hand briefly left my clit, but a second later his thumb was back, making small circles as I felt what I initially thought was his finger push inside of me. But the cold sensation I suddenly felt quickly made me realize what he had done.
Jack must have sensed I was about to speak, because I caught a glimpse of a devilish grin on his face before his mouth covered mine in a heated kiss. It didn’t take long for me to forget what I was about to say when his tongue thrust between my lips, consuming my mouth as only he could. A few minutes later I was so completely lost in his kiss, that I didn’t realize what he was doing until he was almost done. His mouth never left mine, as his fingers parted my swollen lips and he inserted a second ice cube inside of me. I squirmed at the sensation between my legs, my moan came out stifled between our kiss.
His hand cupped my sex and I lifted, trying to rub my clit against his hand, desperate to find friction.
Jack pulled back from the kiss, leaving me breathless. “Not yet.”
I wanted to scream. Was he kidding me? He had made me touch myself, tortured my body with ice and made my nipples swell so much it bordered on pain, and he was going to tell me not yet?
I groaned and tried to shift his body that was half lying on me to bring him fully on top of me.
Jack looked down at me, slightly amused at my futile attempts. He looked sexy as hell with his messy hair and arrogant, devilish smile. He saw my frustration and kissed my mouth harshly before crawling down my body, his head stopping between my thighs.
I watched as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, soaking in my scent, and I blushed in reaction to the intimate gesture. He raised his gaze to meet mine and his hands slipped under my ass, lifting my pelvis to meet his mouth. I knew that he was making sure that I could watch, I just wasn’t sure if it excited me or him more for me to watch him.
Jack raised his eyes to meet mine as his tongue swirled around my swollen clit. The warmth of his mouth and heat of my excitement caused the ice cubes to dissolve at a rapid pace, sending a stream of ice cold water dripping from inside of me. The intensity of the different stimulations on me all at the same time hit me and I felt the familiar spin in my head as my body braced for what was to come next.
A throaty moan escaped from deep within my body and at first I didn’t even recognize that it had come from me. My heart began to race and between my legs began to spasm. I bucked my hips up, pushing Jack’s face down deeper between my legs. He speared his tongue deeply into me, sucking and lapping at the moisture that continued to trickle out from inside of me. His tongue moved in and out, mimicking the rhythm his hips would make when he was thrusting inside of me.
“Jack.” My voice was so high pitched it was barely a squeak.
His two long fingers pushed ins
ide of me as his mouth moved up to take my clit with a strong deep suck, sending me into my first wave of ecstasy. I heard my voice cry his name over and over as my orgasm washed over me, but I had no control over my own sound. Just as my trembling body began to slow, Jack thrust inside of me, his thick arousal filling my already engorged channel in one deep downstroke.
“So perfect,” Jack said hoarsely, his eyes locked to mine as he began moving slowly inside of me. His mouth gently covered mine and I was surprised that tasting myself on Jack’s tongue excited me. His tongue mimicked the actions of his hips, moving gently in and out and then swirling as he buried himself to the hilt to add friction to my clit.
Jack’s thrusts quickened and he broke our kiss so he could look into my eyes as he came closer to his own release. I watched, finding myself needing to see Jack come undone, suddenly understanding why Jack always needed to watch me as I came undone for him. His jaw clenched as I felt the first spurt of heat spill into me. The intensity on Jack’s face and the heat from his release surprised me as it pushed me into yet another wave of rippling orgasm. Jack groaned as he realized that he had sent my body into a tremble and his thrusts became harder and faster until he was empty, my body filled with his release.
Even though it was hot and humid and we were both overheated with moisture, I trembled when he eventually pulled out of me and took me in his arms, pulling me tightly to his chest. He kissed my forehead gently. “I love you, Syd.”
“I love you too, Jack.” Then we both fell asleep, naked in the middle of a vineyard, in a fantasy that had somehow become my reality.
Chapter 12
Our two days in Tuscany passed way too quickly and I found myself stalling for time as I got ready to go, not wanting to bring our alone time to an end yet. We had been together plenty of nights before, but never fully disconnected from life, free from cell phones and internet and outside interference. I should have been excited to go back on tour, to live a dream that most people could only fantasize about, but the reality was that my time with Jack was better than any dream that I’d ever had.
After my shower, I found Jack looking out at the vineyard, lost deep somewhere in thought.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I wrapped my arms around his waist, standing behind him, taking in the view that had captured his attention.
“I was just wondering how long it would take if we stayed here before someone sent a search party to drag us back.”
I tightened my grip around his waist and sighed. “I don’t want to go back either.”
Jack turned to face me. “You don’t?”
I shook my head. Jack took my face into his hands and gently tilted my chin up to meet his eyes. His eyes searched mine for a long time before he closed them and leaned his forehead against mine. “Come on, before I change my mind and never let you go back to your tour.” Then he gently kissed my mouth and I watched as a devilish grin took over his perfect mouth. “Bottom drawer of the dresser, you have clothes to put on.”
It took a minute for what he said to register, but when my brain processed his words, my mouth hung open in disbelief. “You mean I’ve had clothes here all along and you didn’t tell me?”
Any other man would have looked sheepish at confessing that he had secretly kept me in little silk nighties for two days while clothes sat in the other room. But not Jack. He made no apology for taking what he wanted. “You didn’t need them till now.”
“I didn’t need them?” Jack ignored the stunned look on my face and my question dripping in sarcasm.
“Did you need them?”
“That’s not the point.”
Jack looked amused at our banter. “What is the point then?”
“The point is that you made me think I had no clothes to put on, even if I wanted to put on clothes.”
“Did you want to put on clothes?”
“Ughh… you are impossible, you know that?” I began to stomp toward the bedroom in search of my clothes, pretending to be annoyed when I really wasn’t.
Jack grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him, holding me tightly to his chest.
“But you love me anyway.” He kissed me chastely on my lips and then released me back on my path to the bedroom, smacking my ass firmly as I was almost out of his reach.
I didn’t admit it, but he was right. I loved him anyway. Any way that I could have him, any way that he wanted me. Just any way.
***
As we drove back to Rome, I realized I was glad that I didn’t have to go right back to the tour bus. I needed time to slowly slip back into reality from the cocoon that Jack and I had built around us for two and a half days. We arrived at Jack’s hotel, parking the car in front of the main entrance. The bellman jumped to open my door, but Jack was already making his way around the car to offer his hand, dismissing the bellman with a flick of his wrist. There was something so incredibly sexy about how Jack always treated me like a lady, everywhere except the bedroom that is. It was like it was our little secret that he was the polar opposite of his polite mannerisms once the door to our private life swung shut.
Jack guided me to the front desk, his hand protectively on the small of my back as the manager smiled and spoke to him in Italian. Jack responded in what sounded to me like perfect Italian, although I really couldn’t be sure since I didn’t speak more than ten words. What I was sure of was that Jack sounded sexy as all hell as he spoke and I couldn’t help but stare at him as the words flowed from his mouth.
Jack caught my gaze and I watched as the corner of his mouth turned up, silently acknowledging that he was pleased with my ardor. Eventually the manager handed over a key to Jack and turned his attention to me. “Mrs. Cole, your friend, Ms. Sienna, she say she meet you at the lobby bar, yes?”
I was about to correct the manager, tell him that I wasn’t Mrs. Cole, but I saw the glimmer in Jack’s eye as I caught him watching me speak to the manager. Following Jack’s lead, I allowed a small grin to escape, silently acknowledging I was aware of his gaze as I responded to the manager. “Grazie, Mr. Benetio.”
Jack directed the bellman to deliver our luggage, then we began to make our way toward the lobby bar.
“I like the sound of that,” Jack whispered in my ear as he tightened his grip on my hip as we walked. I wasn’t sure if he meant my attempt at speaking Italian or the manager calling me Mrs. Cole, but something in the way he spoke made me think it had nothing to do with my Italian.
***
We met Sienna and Tyler for drinks in the lobby bar and Sienna told us all about the sightseeing they had already done. Tyler didn’t keep his hands permanently affixed on Sienna, as Jack did on me, but something about the way he touched her when he did told me they hadn’t been sleeping in separate rooms while we were gone.
“Syd, we went by Olympic Stadium and you are never going to believe what we saw.” Sienna’s face was as excited as a kid in a candy store.
Olympic Stadium was the venue we were scheduled to play in Rome the following evening. It was the first concert after our short break and before we moved on to eleven more cities in three weeks, starting in just two short days.
Obviously I didn’t respond to Sienna’s question fast enough, because she couldn’t wait any longer. “A huge billboard! There was a huge billboard on the front of Olympic Stadium!”
Sienna’s excitement was contagious and I found myself smiling, although I wasn’t even sure what I was excited about yet.
“Us, Syd. We are on the billboard with Double Strife!” Sienna clapped her hands together in excitement. “Remember those shots they took of us when we were recording?”
I nodded my head, vaguely remembering a few photos they’d taken of Sienna and I singing.
“Well, they look freakin’ awesome. They have full body shots of us up on the billboard and we look smokin’!” Sienna giggled at her own compliment. “I mean, I think they might have enhanced certain parts of you for the picture, but damn, Syd, you look ridiculously hot. Right, Tyler?�
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Tyler looked to Jack and back to Sienna briefly before responding. “You both look hot. It’s pretty crazy to see you both about thirty feet tall above my head … especially when I have one hand holding Sienna’s little ass that fits in my palm so nicely.” Tyler laughed and Sienna elbowed him playfully.
“Come on, I want to show you. It’s less than a mile, we can walk over there now. I can’t wait to see your face when you see the cleavage you’re rockin’ in that pink baby-doll tank you love so much!”
I saw Jack’s jaw clench out of the corner of my eye and knew his protective streak was kicking in at the mention of any of my cleavage on display. I was sure Sienna was exaggerating, and thought that maybe it would put Jack’s mind at ease when he saw the picture, so I agreed to go. Plus, I was curious to see for myself.
I turned to Jack. “Do you mind taking a walk?”
Jack swallowed and stood. “Let’s go check it out.”
***
I had assumed that Sienna was exaggerating about the size and sexiness of the poster, but if anything she was downplaying it. The billboard was tremendous, spanning the height of the stadium and prominently displayed just to the left of the main entrance. I was wearing a simple, pretty pale pink top with jeans and high heel wedges. Sienna was dressed in all black with a red scarf hanging loosely around her neck. I was leaning over laughing and Sienna’s head was thrown back as she smiled.
It wasn’t the outfit or the size of the billboard that made it sexy, it was the angle from which the photo was taken. As I leaned over, my cleavage was on display, almost spilling out of my top. And considering the size of the billboard, the cleavage appeared substantial, making me wonder if Sienna’s initial comment about photo enhancement might really have been true. Sienna was leaning back and her shirt had ridden up, leaving a hint of her pale skin glowing between the black of her clothes. The playfulness and innocence of our laughter appeared almost voyeuristic, as it was captured by the lens that had taken it.