by Jesse Jordan
“Yeah, you want it hard?” he growls, tugging on my hair as his hips slam into my ass, my back arching as he fucks me deep. It's amazing, he's hammering my pussy without mercy now, but he's not tiring at all. Never has any lover been able to pound me like this, his cock splitting me open each and every time, my pussy on fire from the heat with his thick, heavy shaft demanding I give in to him. I squeeze him, his balls slapping into my clit and causing me to cry out each time, pushing back into him not because I want more, but now because I want to please him as much as he's pleasing me.
The energy builds between us until I swear I can hear it crackling in the air each time he smashes into me, purple white arcs of static electricity building between us. Joey's not tiring, but I can hear him panting too, sexy grunts as he gives me everything I've ever wanted in a man and more. I'm grunting just as much, begging him for another orgasm, wanting to give my body, my heart, everything to this man who's taking me. He takes, but I give myself to him because I know he's giving just as much to me and more. This is what love is, I realize, and the knowledge hits me like a truck, driving me over the edge. I come again, my pussy clamping down on Joey's cock just as he reaches his peak, his cock exploding and filling my pussy with his hot, sticky come. I feel complete, joyous, and I start crying, my body racked with sobs of ecstasy as Joey empties himself into me.
I feel Joey lift my body up, holding me close as his cock slips out, his come still staying inside me as I get to my feet and turn, wrapping my arms around his neck and sobbing harder, purging my fear. “Joey... Joey....”
“Shhh, my beautiful Andrea,” Joey whispers back. “I was so worried before you called.”
“Why?” I whisper, and Joey picks me up again, laying me on the bed and holding me close as he lies down next to me.
“I thought... I thought that maybe you had decided that the best thing to do was for me to leave you alone. I thought the same thing. It hurt, but I thought maybe it was safer, for the best. I thought I could take the pain. But, but Andrea, I can't do that. I've spent my whole life since my father died trying to take care of others, been focused on others. I need you though, Andrea. I need you as much as I need air and water. I... I love you.”
I stroke his beautiful face, kissing him softly. “Joey, you're the first person in my life who has ever cared about me more than they cared about themselves. Every other relationship in my life before you was someone trying to get more out of me than what they had to give. Until you. You've shown me the truth when you have given yourself, over and over again. You've opened your home, your family, your friends to me. You've shown me what a real man is, what real tenderness is. What real love is.”
Joey smiles and wipes at his eyes. “I feel greedy, wanting you this much Andrea. I love you, and I'm greedy because I don't want to let you go. I want you to be in my life and I've never felt this way before. I... this is more than just love. At least in the way that I know the word.”
I kiss him again, smiling. “I know what you mean, Joey. Love doesn't seem to be enough to contain everything I feel for you. And I want you to be greedy, I want to give myself to you and to give you every pleasure I can. I want to be yours, whatever demand or greedy expectation you have. I... just promise me, you'll keep being greedy about me?”
Joey laughs, nodding softly. “I promise. I'm going to be so greedy, you're going to be my treasure. For now, though... I think we need a shower. Before my.... our family gets home. I saw Maria's note, she cares about you too.”
“She's sweet. After our shower, maybe I'll find the ability to focus enough to tell you about my day. Can we share a shower?”
Joey chuckles and takes my hand, helping me up. “Only if you don't mind the shower ending being a bit cold. The water heater here only lasts about thirty minutes. And if we shower together....”
“A cold ending is fine by me. You keep me warm anyway.”
Joey
“So, what's it like having your girlfriend living with you?” James jokes when I get in the next morning, grinning in between practice sessions. It's the last recording day for my little side project, and I'm feeling amazing. Cora and Ian have made me feel special this session, and to be honest, I like it a lot. I'm not saying I'd like to split off on my own, but maybe there's something to doing my own thing sometimes.
“Amazing,” I reply honestly, and I know a foolish smile is stretching out my face. I had a hard time keeping it off my face all last night after Mama and Maria got back from their babysitting work, although I'm sure Maria kind of guessed what we'd been up to since we forgot to re-make the bed before they got home. Then again, I don't really want to hide either. “Seriously man, I'm sorry you couldn't help out a few days ago.”
“Don't sweat it, it was my day with my son anyway, I would have turned you down,” James says, shrugging.
He sips his coffee, wincing at the harsh flavor. “Jesus, I gotta get Larry to hire interns who know how to make coffee. This shit will stunt your growth. Back to your domestic bliss. What's Andrea going to do now? I mean, knowing you, she could be a sugar baby and you wouldn't say a thing, but I get the impression she's not that type.”
I nod, starting to set up my gear. “She was talking with a friend of hers from the Pulse, he recommended that she look at Internet media. Start a blog, social media, stuff like that. Indie talents or talents who are restrained by the corporate conglomerates from telling their real story. She was thinking, and I agree, that she could really make things work that way too. She showed me some preliminary design ideas she had for her own blog, a lot of it was really good looking.”
“The blog or the girl?” James jokes before he grows serious, stretching his arms up and putting his hands behind his head as he thinks. “Actually.... you remember how I was saying that the label wanted to upgrade the band's website?”
“Yeah, I remember. Why?”
James nods to himself, then looks up. “Let me talk to Larry. I can't promise anything, but what about we kind of kill two birds with one stone? Any human-interest stuff needs a good writer and journalist to do, and maybe if we can use that as a try-out.”
“Try out for what?” I ask, confused. “I'm not into publicity, James.”
“Imagine it this way. I told you the conglomerates don't always play nice. Well, what if Amanda Coates just happens to have a link to all the acts that work for George T or at least for Gashouse? She can do stuff for the Fragments' website, and keep some of it also for her blog. You said social media. So, her Facebook or whatever has her doing selfies with all the acts, stuff like that. George would love it, he hates Darren Coates, getting a jab in on him would make him happy enough to give us all a nice Christmas bonus, but also... well, it could be a win-win. Your girl gets a start at an income stream, and the acts get more exposure. I'm getting ahead of myself though.”
“I like it,” I reply, plugging in and warming up my fingers. “When could we start?”
“I'll need to give George and Larry a call, but if Andrea isn't busy we could probably get her on it tomorrow. Maybe have her start with Rocky and Cora? No offense to you, Joey, but with their wedding coming up a lot of people are interested. And it'd make a great blog story, a scoop really.”
“That'd take their permission. I'm not saying Rocky would say no, but he likes having his family life being at least a little private.”
James gives me a thumb’s up, letting me warm up while everyone else shows up. I can't hear while James talks to Ian and Cora outside the booth, but I can see their body language, and Cora gives a happy nod of her head, while Ian gives what passes for agreement, at least for Ian. When he comes in, he gives me a little smirk and a nod. “Blogging about us, huh?”
“She'll make you famous,” I joke, and Ian gives me a bark of laughter.
“I'm already as famous as I think I can handle. But... if your girl wants to talk with me for a website, I can do that for her. Come on, let's get a few more tracks laid.”
With there being no vocals, an
d Ian's drums being mostly there for providing a beat, I run through three of the riffs I've been working on before noon, happy when things finish. Cora gives me a huge grin, hitting the microphone. “Joey, you sure you don't want a solo track or even a solo album with this stuff?”
“No, we're a team one hundred percent,” I reply, before being struck by inspiration. “Cora, do you have an extra ten minutes? Just for a quick recording of a freestyle running through my head right now?”
Cora gives me a thumb’s up and in seconds the red recording light comes on. Ian sits back, curious as I start playing. In my mind, I'm seeing Andrea, the way she looked making love yesterday afternoon, the way her hair shone golden in the overhead lights, the passion and desire in her green eyes as we pushed each other to a level of sexual harmony that I'd never felt before yesterday. My fingers fly on my strings and the frets as I relive the experience in my mind, and when my playing reaches a climax, I'm gasping and aroused too, a dim part of me glad that I'm wearing loose pants today. I ease it down for a few seconds before tapering off, feeling the sweat trickle down my cheek.
“How was that?”
Cora's staring at me, her eyes wide and she says nothing for a second before she turns off the recording light, and gives me another thumb’s up. Ian's also silent until he clears his throat. “Jesus, man, that's a fucking baby-making song.”
I blush, and Ian shakes his head, getting up and leaving the booth. Cora sits silently for another minute before she comes into the booth, smiling. “I have it. And while Ian's being a bit crass with it, he's right. That was one sexy, amazing solo, Joey. You just did your Four Letters, bro. And I got all of it on high-def digital. Seriously, I've called you a guitar god before, but that transcended humanity, you truly touched the divine there. And you better be glad that you're in a relationship, and that I'm engaged, because after that... Rocky's getting rocked when I get home.”
I blush deeper, smiling. “Yeah... I'm kinda feeling the same way. Not about Rocky, though.”
Cora gives a bark of laughter, grinning. “That's good.”
Andrea looks around as we pull up in front of Rocky and Cora's home in Simi Valley, taking it in for a moment before saying anything. “So... I don't want to sound spoiled, but this place looks so normal.”
“That's because that's what they wanted,” I laugh, reaching for my camera. “Here, you get to do all the shooting today, remember? Gotta earn your keep, woman!”
Andrea laughs, taking the Canon EOS from me and sliding the strap around her neck. We spent two hours yesterday going over how to use the camera, she’s going to be fine with it.
“And you're sure that Cora and Rocky are cool with this?” she asks, chewing her lip. “I mean, I'm not a legit journalist anymore.”
“And I'm not a legitimate guitar player since I'm not in the Philharmonic,” I reply, taking her hand. “Andrea, it's not who you work for that makes you a journalist. You are what makes you a journalist. Besides, it'll give you a chance to really get to know the other half of my family more. The Fragments are part of my family, just as much as Mama and Maria and Angel. Besides, I'll be here. This isn't just a business thing.”
Andrea smiles and turns, looking at me. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Remind me, we've got to tell Mama and Maria that. Just so they know,” I comment, climbing out of my car. It feels great to say it, and I want to say it all the time, but I'd like to make sure Mama and Maria aren't caught off guard when we start using it around the house.
Rocky and Cora are inside, and Cora gives us both a hug when we knock. “Hey, we asked Bella to hang out in her room a little bit while we figure out what you want to shoot and ask about, Andrea. We trust you, but Bella's still little.”
“I totally understand,” Andrea says. “If you want to keep her out of all the photos, I'm totally cool with that. I understand if you want to protect her privacy. Oh, and I'll make sure there are no shots of your address, anything like that.”
Rocky nods, his face slightly serious. “Andrea, we trust you to be totally professional. And since this is for the website, we know you'll be putting things in a good light, which is fine by me. For your blog, I'd just ask that we get to read it first.”
Andrea nods, her face also serious. “Rocky, anything I put in my blog is going to be vetted through you guys first. If I can't agree to any edits you want, I don't run the entire piece. That's a promise I'll make to you now.”
Rocky offers his hand, and they shake, Rocky's seriousness disappearing immediately afterward. “Good. Now that we've got that settled, would you like to see Bella's playset? Bella!”
Bella Clearwater comes out of her room, running down the hall to hug Rocky in a maneuver that is almost identical to what Angel does to me when he and I see each other again. He might not be Bella's birth father, but he loves the girl very much and has been a father to her in every meaningful way since he and Cora connected. “Bella, would you like it if Andrea took pictures of you today?”
“Sure, Daddy!” Bella says, and I can see that Rocky's still moved by the word. It nearly brought me to tears the first time I heard her call Rocky that. “What do you want to see, Andrea?”
“How about your playset, like Rocky mentioned?” Andrea asks, smiling. “And can I ask you some questions about Cora and Rocky while we play?”
“You want to play with me?” Bella asks, her eyes wide and a grin forming on her face. “Cool!”
“How about we all play?” I ask. “I wore casual clothes for a reason, you know.”
“I thought it was so I could make you look bad in the garage,” Rocky lightly taunts, and I smirk. “What?”
“I signed up somewhere, Rock. You might find yourself looking bad on our website.”
Cora shakes her head, glancing at Andrea who's grinning. “Getting what you want?”
“For sure. And I'm looking forward to seeing the garage. What's in there?”
Rocky winks, punching me lightly on the shoulder. “You'll see. We've got ropes and chains now too.”
“Say what?” Andrea asks, then shakes her head. “Whatever it is, I've seen worse in Beverly Hills. Come on Bella, let's go have fun while Rocky grows up.”
We spend nearly an hour playing on the giant wooden set. Andrea gets plenty of shots, including my personal favorite, Rocky pushing Cora on the swing while she holds onto the ropes, her stomach just starting to show through the thin sweatshirt she's wearing. We go inside for lunch, Bella enjoying a peanut butter sandwich while she tells Andrea all about her life before meeting Rocky. As she does, I talk quietly with Rocky in the corner, both of us eating our own sandwiches. “Who's Lemondrop?”
Rocky laughs silently, nodding in understanding. Bella talked about someone named Lemondrop at least a half dozen times in the past hour, and I'm honestly confused. “Kid of some Hollyweird type, as Cora calls them. From her old daycare.”
I chuckle, chewing my sandwich. “So... boy or girl?”
“You’re not finding out early, Joey. Keep it up, we're going to name the kid something Hollyweird, too. I was thinking... how about Butterfly?”
“If it's a boy, you're going to get your ass kicked by me and Ian, in defense of our nephew,” I tease.
Just then, Andrea's phone rings, and she pulls it out of her pocket, glancing at the caller. “Excuse me, Bella, do you mind if I talk to my friend here? It's a work call.”
“No, thanks for playing,” Bella says politely. She might have been raised in a crappy apartment, she might have eaten welfare food, but Bella's been raised with politeness and class. Cora should be proud of her efforts. Looking over at her face as she eats her lunch, I can tell she is proud of her daughter, and I wonder if perhaps I'm getting sentimental. Or maybe, even though I love Angel very much, I'm starting to want children of my own.
Andrea takes her phone and goes into the living room, the door closing behind her as she talks to whoever it is. A minute later, the door opens again and she comes in, surprise on he
r face. “Say that again Harry? Hold on, I want to put you on speakerphone, I've got Joey here with me. Just a sec.”
Andrea puts her phone down, giving Cora a look which Cora reads expertly. She whispers in Bella's ear, and the two of them leave the dining area, Rocky giving her a look before Andrea waves it off and starts the speakerphone. “Okay Harry, so you were saying about the office?”
“Yeah, apparently, your father just read your resignation letter today. Who did you turn that thing in to, anyway?”
Andrea sits down, and Rocky and I come over, intrigued. Andrea taps her ear and pinches her lips, I get the point. Right now, I need to listen, not talk. “Harry, I turned it into the third-floor HR people, then told Carl. He's the editor, I felt I owed him that much.”
“Well, apparently either HR didn't notify the board room, or Carl didn't want to get his ass lit on fire, because nobody told your father, or that you'd moved out of your apartment. He comes storming in here at just after nine, screaming for heads. When poor Polly tells him that you'd quit, she escorted you off the property your last day, he starts tearing her a brand-new asshole.”
“Fuck, I'm sorry about that,” Andrea groans, closing her eyes. “Did he...?”
“No, Polly still has her job. Carl stepped up for her that much. Darren chewed Carl's ass pretty hard right there in the middle of the floor, too. He said that you didn't quit, that you're fired for cause, and he's going to demand HR change your status too. A lot of cursing, I didn't know people who wore suits like that knew so many variations of the word fuck before.”