by Skye Turner
He groans as I suck on his tongue and he grips my hips tightly, his hands massaging the curve at the top of my ass. He’s trying to hold me still, but I can feel his cock hard beneath me, right at my center, so I rub myself against him.
With a growl, he flips me over and lays me back, covering my body with his. He spreads my thighs with his hips and presses his rigid cock right against my wet core. He starts to move, never breaking our kiss.
Taking my leg and lifting it over his hip, he trails his hand up my thigh. It meets the bottom of my shorts and he squeezes my thigh before trailing his fingertip whisper soft to the edge of my bikini bottoms.
Our mouths are fused and we’re both moaning and gasping. My hands pull his shirt up, my nails dragging up his back, and he breaks our kiss long enough to remove his hand, so he can rip the shirt over his head and fling it away.
I run both hands up his body. From his cut abs to his firm pecs, I can’t get enough. He has tattoos on both shoulders and a large tattoo across the top of his chest. I absorb every detail as I trace them with my hands and mouth.
He jerks me up to a slightly raised position, and grabs the hem of my shirt before pulling it over my head. He throws it. Where it lands, I have no idea. Nor do I care as he lays back on me and fuses his mouth back to mine while his naked chest is pressed against my skin. The only thing between our chests is my bikini top.
My hands are in his hair, my fingers fisting the blond strands with his signature purple tips tightly. It’s so soft. I lay my head back and break our kiss so I can breathe.
He trails his lips down my chin and neck, gently licking my sweat, and nipping as he goes. His mouth gets to my breasts, covered in my bikini top. My nipples are standing tall and proud, clearly visible through the thin material. Each ragged breath I take brings my aching breasts closer to his mouth.
He mutters, “Lex, dear God, Lexi. You’re killing me,” and takes my nipple into his mouth through my top.
I scream his name and arch my back, wanting more. My hands move to my bikini ties and start to undo the ones on my neck, but his hands are there first and he does it himself. He unties the top strings and instead of undoing the bottom, as if he simply cannot wait, he just pulls it down. My breasts are exposed to Jude and the night sky and he closes his mouth over the right nipple and gently rolls and pinches the left. He’s licking, biting, and sucking my breasts, making sure to pay special attention to both.
I’m in heaven; I’m rolling, squirming, and moaning over and over. I’m so close to an orgasm and he hasn’t even touched me there yet.
I want more. So much more. I want him. I want to touch him and taste him. I want to drive him as wild with need as he’s driving me.
My hands leave his chest and go for the snap on his cargo shorts. He’s so big, my amber eyes widen. The tip of his hard cock is almost popping out of the top of his shorts!
I have to taste it.
Jude leaves my breasts and starts kissing his way down my stomach. My stomach ripples as he dips his tongue into my navel and swirls it around.
I forget his shorts and throw my head back. “Yes, Jude. God, yes. Please. Oh, please don’t stop!”
He doesn’t stop.
He continues to kiss and bite my stomach as his hands pull my shorts and bikini bottoms down and off.
Only when I’m completely bared does he look at me from above my mound. My thighs are spread wide, my pussy is glistening, and my entire body is shaking. I’m so turned on.
Jude looks deep into my eyes and blows across my wetness. I gasp as I feel it contract. Still looking into my eyes, he licks me from bottom to top, stopping at my clit as he laps it a few times. It’s so tight. It’s throbbing. I need release. I need Jude.
He lifts his head and I groan, but he only looks deeper into my eyes as he grates out, “If we do this. Lex… if this happens… if we do this… You. Are. Mine. Do you understand?” He licks again, this time inserting his tongue inside of me. “Do you want this? Do you want me? I mean really want me?”
I lift my head up and say as clearly as I can through my sensual haze, “I understand. Completely. And yes, I want this. I want you. I’ve always wanted you!”
This I know with 100% certainty.
His eyes light up and he dives in. He’s flicking my clit over and over with his tongue, and as he gently bites it, he inserts a finger inside of me and slowly starts moving it in and out. As my moans become louder and my hips start thrashing, he moves his fingers faster and faster.
He can tell I’m close. “Come for me, baby. Come for me, Lex. Show me you want me.”
Those words send me over the edge. I scream out with my orgasm, bucking off the blanket. “Jude, Oh Jude. J…U…D…E! YES!!” He licks me gently until I stop thrashing.
I collapse back against the blanket, completely spent, but so happy. He lays down beside me, pulling me into his arms, and kisses me gently on the mouth. I can taste myself on his lips. His hand settles on my belly as he feels the aftershocks of the best orgasm of my life subside.
After a minute, the feel of his hand tracing gentle circles on my stomach, brings my desire back to the forefront. I sit up and roll over him. He looks at me surprised. I give him a mischievous smile and lick his stomach.
“Uh, Lex. What are you doing?” he asks as my hands trail back to the snap of his shorts, and I rain kisses down the “V” of his stomach. I get the snap undone one handed and feel like patting myself on the back.
The head of his cock is poking out of the top of his boxer briefs when my head becomes level with his groin and I can see the creaminess leaking from the tip. “Exactly what I want to do, Jude.” I reply with my eyes locked on the prize. My hand reaches out and I wrap it around his cock through his underwear. I stroke it a couple of times and then lean down to lick the tip.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. No, Lex. No, you don’t have to do that.” I pull his shorts and boxer briefs down, toss them over my shoulder, and settle between his legs.
Giving him a look from under my lashes, I watch him as I take as much of him as I can into my mouth. “Oh my God. Ohhhh, Lexi.”
He’s too big, he doesn’t fit all the way in, but I take as much as I can and start massaging him with my tongue as my hands wrap around the base and stroke up and down.
He’s groaning and his hands are wrapped in my hair. I guess I’m doing something right. This is my first ever blow job, but from the sounds coming from Jude’s mouth and throat, I’m pretty good at it.
I start to move my head up and down his shaft as my hands move up, down, and around, changing my grip from loose to tight.
Jude is thrusting into my mouth and I start to gag as he goes in too deep.
He pulls out of my mouth and looks down into my eyes, apologizing. “God, Lex. That is so fucking good. Oh my God. So fucking good. I’m sorry, I got carried away.”
I smile at him and lick him from base to tip before concentrating on his balls. I take one into my mouth and gently suck it, before letting it pop back out. He groans and I smile. I guess he likes that too.
While I’m concentrating on the other sac, I scrape my nails gently down the length of him. And his hips buck off of the blanket. I kiss the tip and then climb on top of him as he tries to regulate his breathing.
“Holy shit, Lex. You’re so good. So good. I am going to have to kill Hunter, but holy shit.” He grabs my face, pulls me firmly onto his lap, and kisses me.
Giving him a blow job has really revved me up. Bringing him pleasure has really turned me on. I grab his cock as I’m sitting on his lap and run the tip along my wet folds. He groans again.
I line it up with my center and insert the tip. He gasps and looks deep into my eyes. “Do we need a condom, Lex? I would never want to get you pregnant this young.”
I love this boy. With everything I am and everything I will ever be, I love him. “No. No condom. I’m on birth control. And I’ve only ever been with Hunter, so we’re fine.”
A look of jealousy
, at my statement, comes over his face and he thrusts up rapidly, burying all of himself inside of me.
It hurts a little at first because of his size, but he moves slowly, and with each thrust the pain goes away and all I can feel is the pleasure.
My eyes roll back in my head and I center my feet on the ground as I start to rise and fall with him. I’m riding him fast and hard and he’s guiding my hips as his thrusts meet mine. We’re both so ready it doesn’t take long and he’s fucking me so hard now, that everything but the tip comes out before he slams it back into me.
“Lexi. Lexi. Fucking yes. Lexi. Ride me baby. Take me. All of me. God, yes. Just like that. I’m so close…”
The sweat drenched strands of my hair are slapping against my ass as my slick hips slip and slide against Jude’s. I’m on the verge and one more thrust should push me over, so I start pumping harder and faster.
I move the angle just a bit and Jude rubs right against my ‘G’ spot. Stars explode behind my eyes and I scream out, “Oh my God. Fuck fuck fuck. OH MY GOD. I love you, Jude!”
As my body slumps against his and I ride the wave of my orgasm, Jude looks into my eyes. With one final plunge, he cums deep within my body. I feel him swell and I milk him dry. Staring as if he’s looking into my soul, he grunts with his orgasm. “You. Are. Mine!”
We lay back on the blanket, both silent and content as our bodies calm and our breathing regulates. Jude pulls me into his side with my head on his shoulder and I lay my hand across his chest. He trails his fingers up and down my arm and with my finger I unconsciously trace hearts over his heart. Neither of us speaks.
Finally, Jude sighs and asks into my hair, “Lex, did you mean it? Do you love me?”
I’m lying on his chest, so I can feel him holding his breath and his heart rate quicken as he waits for my answer. I lean down until my lips are over his heart as I gently kiss it and murmur against it, “Yes. I meant it. I love you, Jude. I’ve always loved you.”
He lets out his breath and tightens his hold on me. He presses a kiss to my forehead. “I love you too, Lex. So much. For me, it’s always been you. Just you.”
Our hands reach for each other and we entwine our fingers while we listen to the barges pass by on the river and stare at the stars through the branches.
I break the silence. “Jude?”
“Yeah, baby? Can… can I call you ‘Baby’, Lex?” he questions.
I smile against his chest and press another kiss to his heart, before leaning up to kiss his mouth. “Yes, you can call me ‘Baby’. You can call me whatever you want. I love you.” I smile again and then shyly say, “Um… um that was my first ever blow job, Jude. Hunter and I… we had sex, but we never… I mean… I never did that for him. Only for you. I’ve only wanted to with you.” My face is so hot in my embarrassment.
His eyebrows shoot up and he says in shock, “Are you serious, Lex? You’ve never… you didn’t. I-I mean that was the first one ever for you?” He smiles and kisses me hard on the mouth, before his lips soften and he kisses me sweetly. “Wow. Holy shit, baby! I so love you! First and last will be with me… only with me. You are it for me! I’m sorry it took me so long to make my move, Lex. I love you, baby.”
We remain on the beach for a long time, just soaking in the fact that we’re finally together; happy, wrapped in each other’s arms.
Lexi
Present Day
I open my eyes and see Jude on stage finishing the set. I’ve been so wrapped up in the memories brought on by my song; I’ve completely missed the rehearsal.
They play the last chorus of their new single and Jude reattaches the microphone to the stand as he turns towards me. He’s covered in sweat and his eyes are full of the energy singing live gives him.
This, this, is his element. I can clearly see why so many people love him. He’s like a sorcerer when he’s onstage. His very presence and voice entrance the audience. Women want him and men want to be him, and me… me, I just love him. I want him and I want to be with him.
I smile at him and give him a thumbs up.
Jude
We finish the set and it was awesome. We were on fire and we’re going to blow the roof off this place tomorrow night. I sing the last note and drop the microphone back into the stand.
Lexi… I can feel her. It’s like we’re drawn together. I can tell when she’s near. Almost like we’re joined… two parts to one whole… like she’s an extension of me.
I look over my shoulder and there she is. She’s looking at me as if she’s trying to memorize every detail, like she needs to capture my image on her brain. She smiles at me and gives me a “thumbs up”.
Jessie hands his guitar off to a roadie and Cruz tucks his sticks in his back pocket before they both walk to meet me mid-stage.
Dade calls out, “Night, Jude. Lexi. You kids have fun! I have places to be and women to meet. I’m out! Jessie… Liam… Cruz, you in?”
Liam salutes me and ambles after Dade.
“Yeah, dude. Meet you there!” Jessie hollers at Dade’s back as he’s hopping off the stage. He turns back to me. “This is going to rock, Dude! Good to be home. Good. To. Be. Home.” Jessie says as he claps Cruz and me on the back once and strolls off the stage to catch up with Dade and Liam.
Cruz bumps me with his shoulder and jerks his head towards the right side stage, towards Lexi. “So what’s going on, Jude? You were awesome tonight. Hell, you’re always awesome, but it was almost like you were under a spell you were so focused and on point. Especially with My Heart Was Red. Lexi the reason for that?”
“I’m always on point. I never let down with the music, Cruz. You know that. And if My Heart Was Red seemed more intimate, that’s because it was. That’s her song man, I wrote it for her. About her. I wanted her to understand that it’s still her song. You know?”
“Yeah, I know. But man. Be cool, ok? I’m glad y’all are back together or whatever you are, but just be cool. I know I’m your band mate, but I’m also your friend and that shit you went through last time… it wasn’t cool, man. It hurt you, and you hurting hurts us. Even after all of these years, with all of our success, you’ve never gotten over it. You’ve never been the same guy. But you seem good. You seem, shit I don’t know man, you seem alive. I don’t want to see that go away. So, just… be cool. Ok?”
I clap Cruz on the back because I know he loves me, hell all of the guys do, but he’s right. Before… yeah, before wasn’t cool. But I’m not going back to that guy. I’m also not going to lose Lexi again. Not this time. “I know man. I’ll be cool. Thanks, Bro.”
As Cruz walks off stage towards the dressing room, I walk to Lexi. She’s waiting for me.
Yeah, things are going down differently this time.
“Hey, Babe.” I run my hands up her arms and kiss her on the mouth. “All done. You ready to get out of here and grab some dinner? What are you in the mood for?”
She smiles and leans in to kiss me, like one kiss just wasn’t enough for her either.
Her eyes have a decidedly naughty sparkle. I like it. “Hey, yourself. I am ready and I’m in the mood for a lot of things, but as far as dinner goes… I’ll let you pick.”
“Oh, really? Well in that case I’ll see what I can do.” I squeeze her ass and run my hands lightly up her back. She shivers and I smile. “Are you open to a surprise?”
Her brows rise with question, but also with intrigue. “Yes. I’m open to a surprise. Will I like it?”
“Well, I’m not sure. I’m not you. But I hope so. We’ll grab some food on the way.”
Taking her hand, I entwine our fingers, and lead her towards my bike, all the while praying that I don’t scare her off with my surprise.
Chapter Eleven
Lexi
Once again I find myself on the back of Jude’s bike as we take to the Baton Rouge streets. He leaves Downtown and turns onto the River Road, heading towards the LSU campus. My arms are wrapped around his waist and I’m burrowing into his back, enjoying
the feel of him in my arms.
As we ride through campus, people are everywhere. Its 8:30 on a Thursday night and Homecoming is this weekend. The range of college attire amuses me. I’m used to college students. The majority of customers at the shop are students here, but I still always find it humorous the choices some people make with their clothing.
We stop at a red light and I look around. I notice a guy in Superman pajama bottoms with a Green Lantern t-shirt and Spiderman slippers walking next to a girl in a short denim mini-skirt with a tight fitting Twilight Takes Over Baton Rouge t-shirt on and flip flops. Across the street is a group of girls who are obviously heading out since their dresses are short and tight, their shoes are sky high, and their faces are accented with loads of shimmery makeup. Leaning against the street light is a young man in ripped jeans, frayed at the bottom from dragging on the ground, with chains hanging from his belt, and a black Bayou Stix t-shirt. He’s bobbing his head with his eyes closed as he listens to his music player.
I tap Jude’s waist to get his attention and point to the guy as he turns around, towards me. We can’t speak through the visors on the helmets and over the sound of the bike and all of the other traffic and noise. He nods his head in acknowledgement and squeezes my hand.
I wonder what he’s thinking. Being back home, seeing a fan wearing his band’s logo on his clothing, and more than likely listening to his music on his music player… it’s got to be an amazing feeling to know that you’re appreciated by the people who live where you did.
The light changes and we take off again, leaving campus behind. He pulls into a small shopping center near Tiger Town, takes his helmet off, puts his sunglasses and a baseball cap on, and says he’ll be right back, leaving me on the bike.
I sit outside just listening to the night sounds and the raucous college students while I wait for him. A few guys cat call to me while I’m on the bike, but no one approaches me. It’s a badass bike, so I’m sure they are worried about who might own it. The thought makes me giggle.