Jet

by Rhian Cahill

  “I’m covered.” Her heavy-lidded gaze searched his. “But I’ve never…”

  Jet grinned. “Me either.” He liked the idea of sharing this with her. “Wrap your legs around me.”

  As she bent her knees, he sank a bit deeper. And when she hooked her ankles together at the base of his spine, he flexed his hips and drove his length all the way in.

  She was hot and tight and sucked at him. Her muscles clenched and released in a rhythmic wave of mind-numbing perfection. He wanted to stay buried inside her forever. Except the need to move slashed at him, dragged his hips backwards until the idea of retreating any further had him thrusting back in.

  Over and over he pounded into her. The sounds slipping from her throat, the rock of her hips against his, and the clawing of her nails on his back told him she was with him all the way.

  He drove hard and fast and hoped he’d be able to get it up again soon because he wasn’t even finished yet and already he wanted to do this again. And again.

  Until neither of them could walk.

  Or remember their names.

  Or why doing this was a bad idea.

  Reaching under her, he gripped her arse and tilted her hips, raised them a fraction higher.

  “Oh God,” she panted. “Yes. There. Right there.”

  Jet felt it start. The roll of contractions along his shaft that grew stronger and stronger until they all but strangled his cock and she came around him. Her orgasm flashed through her, lit the spark that set his own release to blow.

  It burned, blazed across flesh and bone, scorching him from head to toe and back again.

  Every muscle seized; his cock balls deep blasted volley after volley of come into Charlie. Branding her with his DNA. Making her his.

  Fuck.

  Her wanted her to be his.

  Only his.

  “Wow,” she breathed in his ear.

  Jet couldn’t manage more than an affirmative hum.

  The rasp of their breath, heavy as they fought to catch it, was the only sound for long moments. He needed to get off her. He had to be crushing her. Except he couldn’t seem to engage his brain, never mind his body.

  “Give me a sec,” he murmured.

  “No. Rush.”

  Breathless, whether from the amazing sex or him squashing the air right out of her, he didn’t have a clue. Mustering the last remnants of energy Jet flexed his hips and pulled his still-hard cock free of her tight heat before rolling off, landing on his back beside her.

  Christ. A three-hour show didn’t wipe him out this much. Not that his dick seemed to be having any problems functioning. The damn thing stood straight up from his groin.

  “Wow.” Charlie breathed the word on a long exhale.

  Jet smiled and turned his head to look at the woman next to him. Her skin held a glowing pink flush and her chest rose and fell rapidly making her tits bounce. God he’d loved getting his hands and mouth on those things.

  His cock twitched. His heart thumped.

  One of his favourite fantasies over the last few months was getting his hands on her in the shower. Soapy. Slippery. Cupping, caressing, squeezing. Imagining her wet and covered in suds never failed to get him off.

  And now he could have the real thing.

  “Let’s take a shower.” He sat up and flung his legs off the bed.

  “A shower?”

  Jet glanced at her over his shoulder. “I want you wet and slippery.”

  Charlie laughed. “I think you already managed that.”

  He grinned as he stood and turned. Leaning over, he slid one arm under her knees, the other under her back. “Different wet and slippery, but don’t worry.” He dragged her across the bed. “I plan to keep you that kind of wet and slippery indefinitely.”

  She squealed when he brought her against his chest and lifted. Chuckling, he held her close and walked to the en suite.

  He walked straight into the huge shower and lowered her to her feet. Turning on the water, Jet made sure the initial burst of cold didn’t hit her. Once the water warmed, he spun them around and put her back to the spray.

  The nozzle was switched to massage and Charlie arched into the pounding flow. “Damn that feels good.”

  The moan that accompanied her words had his groin throbbing. But it was the look on her face as she leaned back that had him stepping into her and slamming his mouth over hers.

  He didn’t ease into it. He dove deep. Hard. Had them both breathless and clinging to wet flesh with grasping hands.

  She had a mouth to die for. Jet had never thought of kissing as more than a step towards the grand finale, but Charlie’s mouth was an event all on its own.

  Fucking his tongue into the wet cavern, he took all she offered. Everything she didn’t. He wouldn’t let her hold anything back. His cock pulsed where it lay trapped between them and her arse overflowed his hands where he gripped her—tugged her tighter against him.

  “Need to fuck you again,” he spoke into her mouth.

  “Yes.”

  “Turn around. Brace your hands on the wall.”

  Jet urged her around with his hands on her hips.

  “Keep them there.” He slid his hand down her spine, watched her arch into the touch and smiled. She was so fucking gorgeous. Moving his hand lower, Jet pushed it between her legs and into her slick folds and worked two fingers into her pussy.

  “Oh…” Her hips rocked.

  “That’s it. Take what you want.” Jet worked his fingers in and out until Charlie was panting hard. “Don’t come. Not until I’m inside you.”

  “I’m close.”

  “Not yet. We’re going to play a little first.” He pulled his wet fingers free of her pussy and moved them over her puckered anus before sliding them back into her tight heat.

  She jerked. “Jet.”

  He pressed against her side. “Don’t move.” Nibbling on her shoulder he murmured, “Keep your hands on the wall.”

  She shivered when he slid his other hand down her belly and between her legs. Circling her clit, he let her set the pace. His hands came at her from both sides and she rocked between the two as she climbed higher and higher.

  “Remember. No coming until I’ve got my cock in you.”

  “Please.”

  Jet loved the edge in her voice, the desperate plea for release. “Soon.”

  He wanted to know how far he could push her. How far she’d go with him. Her whole body jolted when he shoved two fingers deep in her pussy and pressed his thumb on that tight little opening.

  “Ever taken it in the arse, Charlie?” he whispered in her ear.

  She shook her head and moaned. Rocked against his hands.

  “Damn. That’ll have to wait then. Need to stretch you out first.”

  She shuddered, her body clenching on his fingers and thumb.

  He pressed harder on her clit, deeper in her pussy and arse. “Ready to come?”

  “Yes.” She rolled her hips. “God, yes.”

  Jet pulled his hands free and grabbed her waist as he stepped behind her. “Tip your arse higher. Let me get at you.”

  Her back bowed, that curvy arse thrusting towards him. God he couldn’t wait to plunge between those sweet cheeks. Bending his knees, Jet lined his cock up with her pussy and pushed in.

  She was hot and wet and tight.

  He drove up into her, lifting her onto her toes.

  “Push back. Grind against me,” Jet demanded.

  Hands on her hips, he pulled her down as he shoved up. Over and over he slammed into her. Their moans and groans echoed around them. The rush of water, the rise of steam, cocooned them in an erotic wonderland that left him trembling.

  Jet wasn’t sure which of them went first. It seemed to take them at once and Charlie’s cry chorused with his moan as their orgasms exploded.

  ***

  Charlie lay on the bed, the afternoon light bleeding around the edges of the blinds. “I should get up.” She didn’t want to, but Jet had to check ou
t soon. And she had to leave.

  “Mmm…”

  It was hard to believe three days had past. If it weren’t for the sore muscles and stubble burn in various intimate places on her body, she’d think she’d imagined the whole thing.

  Three days gone.

  She glanced at the clock.

  Two hours left.

  God.

  She had to walk out the door.

  And leave a little piece of her heart behind.

  As much as she’d tried to protect herself, to pretend this was just sex, Jet had proven irresistible on so many levels.

  He’d been so sweet, even when he’d been fucking her into oblivion. God, the man knew how to fuck. And make love.

  It didn’t matter what either of them had thought going into this, they’d connected far deeper than physically.

  She had no idea how she’d deal with all these emotions once they went their separate ways.

  With a sigh, Charlie rolled over and sat. “I have to go.”

  His arm snaked around her waist and pulled her back down. “Not yet.”

  “Jet.”

  He rolled her beneath him. “Once more.”

  She was powerless to deny him, deny herself. “Once more.”

  Parting her legs with his, he positioned himself between her thighs and slowly pushed inside. He’d been true to his word and kept her wet and slippery for every moment they were together. With ease he entered her to the hilt.

  “Fuck.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “You’re so tight and hot. Every time. It blows my mind.”

  Wrapping her legs around his waist, Charlie pulled him closer. “Faster.”

  “No.” He held out against her, his strength superior to hers. “Slow. We make it last.”

  “Jet—”

  “Charlotte.” He dropped a kiss on her mouth before leaning back to look into her eyes. “I need this to last.”

  Who could fight that look? She didn’t want to examine it too deeply. Didn’t want to think about what would happen in a few short hours. Instead she let him take her where he wanted to go.

  Gentle thrusts. Slow, easy strokes in and out, pushing her higher and higher. Drawing her insides tighter and tighter until she clawed at his back, dug her heels into his thighs.

  “Jet.” She arched under him. “Please.”

  “On top.” He rolled them. “You drive.”

  She braced her hands on his chest and rode. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples with every bounce of her body on his.

  It wasn’t as hard and fast as she wanted, but it was enough to take her where she needed to go.

  “Jet.” His name left her throat on a strangled cry when she came.

  He gripped her hips. Held her suspended above him so he could drive himself up.

  Hard and fast.

  No time to catch her breath. No time to collapse.

  He kept her coming for long seconds as he sought his own release. And as he went over the edge, as he drove his body deep into hers, he never broke eye contact. Open and vulnerable, Jet let her see everything.

  Closing her eyes against the sting of tears, Charlie lay down on his chest and prayed she could hold it together until after she left. Because that little piece of her heart she was leaving behind just got a whole lot bigger.

  ***

  Fuck.

  He didn’t want her to leave.

  More.

  God dammit. This was so much more than three days of hot sex.

  “Charlie.”

  “No.” She put her hand up. “Don’t say it.”

  “I have to.” Jet stepped closer, crowded her against the wall. “It doesn’t end here.”

  “It has to.”

  She wouldn’t meet his gaze and he cupped her jaw, eased her head back until she was forced to look at him. “No. It doesn’t.”

  “Jet.”

  “I understand why you think it should. I’m not about to railroad my way into your life, but I’m not walking away either.”

  “I can’t throw away everything—”

  “I don’t expect you to. But I will ask you to trust me.”

  Her eyes searched his. “What are you thinking?”

  “I fly out tonight. We’ve got shows lined up across Europe and I’m sure you’ve got work too.”

  Charlie nodded. She was due in Canada next week to interview their record-breaking rock legends, then it’s off to London for a chat with England’s latest chart topping pop princess.

  “So we do the friend thing long distance. And in three months when I’ve got a break, I’ll fly to wherever you are and we’ll see what we have. Because, Charlotte, you have to admit what we have is more. So much more than three days of sex.”

  “How?”

  “Email. Phone calls. Facetime. Whatever, whenever we can.”

  Her wary eyes searched his.

  “C’mon, Charlie.” He leaned in and nuzzled her neck. Licked up to her ear. “You know you want to.”

  She shivered against him. “I can’t afford—”

  He pulled back. “No one knows but us. We keep it on the down low. Re-evaluate in three months.”

  Again her gaze searched his and he tried to convey what he was feeling with just his eyes.

  Long seconds passed and he wished he had more time to convince her. Wished he’d pushed for this from the beginning.

  “Okay.”

  “Okay?” Every inch of him stilled in disbelief. “We’re doing this.”

  Charlie nodded. “Yes. Phone. Email. Facetime. Whatever. Whenever.”

  “Re-evaluate in three months.” He wanted to pump his fist in the air.

  “Where will you be?”

  “I’ll have to double check, but I think I’ll be home. I’ll fly to wherever you are, though.” He’d travel for days just to spend a few hours with her. Maybe he could sneak away during the next leg of the tour…

  “We’ll work it out,” she said with a smile.

  Jet grinned. “Yes we will.”

  ***

  Sex surrounds the band, and its lead singer in particular, but it isn’t the focus of The Screaming Tuesdays. What it comes down to is the music. For these four men, it’s their love of music, of putting on the perfect show that is the driving force behind the band. Stretching their talents in pursuit of that next perfect sound. Pushing themselves to perform show after show. To deliver what the fans expect.

  And Jet Stone leads by example. A man of many skills—on and off the stage—he has only one goal. To be the best.

  Thanks for reading Secret Confessions: Backstage—Jet. I hope you enjoyed it.

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