by Julian Bloom
Miranda walked to the door and glanced back at JD for a moment. In that same instant, JD met her eyes again, his expression serious.
As she turned and walked to the door on shaky legs, she had one thought repeating over and over in her mind:
Please don’t let me fall, please don’t let me fall, please don’t let me fall!
She let herself fall into the welcoming arms of the mountain of paperwork in her physical inbox and the mountain of emails in her email inbox. Several hours later, she stopped on account of her stomach growling and she realized that JD and the other band members would also be hungry by now.
She went to the kitchenette and prepared some sandwiches to hold their tummies as she prepared a proper meal for them. She was determined that on her watch, JD and the other guys would eat healthy. As she prepared the sandwiches, she listened with pride at the music coming from the recording studio. It sounded amazing! And she had been a part of making this happen!
By the time she was taking the sandwiches to the recording studio, the music had stopped. Collins was still sitting at the mixing desk, although the only dial he was touching was the volume. He got up quickly to hold back the door as Miranda nudged it open with her right shoulder, tray in hand.
She couldn’t help but glance up at JD. He was looking annoyed behind the glass. He nodded at Miranda, acknowledging her presence, and swung his acoustic guitar off his shoulder. The other band members stayed behind the glass as JD entered the room.
“I’m tired of this!” he growled as he grabbed his cup of coffee. “You can take that in to them,” he said to Collins. Collins picked up the tray and Miranda grabbed one sandwich for JD before Collins took the rest to the band.
“I think it’s sounding great,” She said as she handed JD the sandwich. He didn’t even look at it.
“It sounds like crap,” he snapped.
“Here. Maybe you’ll feel better after eating something.”
“You think a sandwich can just fix everything?” he yelled. He narrowed my eyes in anger.
“Stop looking at me that way! Just…stop looking at me. Aaargh! I can’t fucking concentrate! I’m going to bed!”
All she could do was look at his departing figure as he stormed out of the studio.
CHAPTER 4: Concentration
“I can’t live/With or without you.” – U2.
His subconscious must have had enough. It must have been the combined stress of one whole year of wanting and panting and lusting after Miranda plus one month of endless songwriting, recording and rehearsals. Not to mention the constant internal battling of his doubts:
Do I still have what it takes to record a number one album?
Do I still have what it takes to go on tour?
Do I still have what it takes to get a phenomenal woman like Miranda?
And the nightly job of trying to keep his nightmares at bay. His “not now” folder was threatening to overflow so when he fell asleep, his subconscious decided to give him some much needed release…
***
He used his tongue to part swollen lips, searching for her clit. Miranda gasped and grabbed a hold of the sheets. Her legs parted even wider to allow his tongue better access.
He licked up and down and circled around her clit. At first he lapped tenderly but as Miranda’s cries became louder, as her trembling body lifted up off of the mattress, his licking became faster, harder…
Miranda came hard, her juices pouring out of her as she screamed out her orgasm and shuddered. But he didn’t stop. He just kept on licking, his jaw tight as he ate Miranda out. Miranda screamed yet again, her eyes closed tight…
“Look at me when you cum!” he ordered as his fingers replaced his tongue.
Miranda moaned loudly and rotated her hips towards his hand, attempting to get his skillful, teasing fingers inside her. Every single inch of her body was trembling under his touch. Her breathing became harsher as he toyed with her sensitive clit. She whimpered and slid her trembling hands from his hair to his broad shoulders and gently raked his tattooed skin with her nails. Her hips began moving to the rhythm that was as old as time.
"Miranda baby, here’s what I’m going to do. I am going to make you cum for me again. Would you like that sweetheart? I know I would. Turn for me baby. Let me show you how good it can get.”
With a very wicked male smile, he parted Miranda with his thumb and middle finger then with his pointing finger he stroked her, spreading her juices along her open slit. Once, twice, thrice, he let his finger bump against her swollen clit and enjoyed the music of her fast, erratic breathing.
.
Her moans turned into desperate whimpers. Her inner muscles clamped down on his finger; so tightly as though her body was afraid he would deny it this heavenly pleasure. He smiled at the feel of Miranda clenching his finger; then he did something exotic and scandalous with that finger...
Miranda screamed as she violently climaxed.
He did not even try to hide his smug, satisfied smile when Miranda exploded around his finger. His smile widened and his cock hardened as she milked his finger over and over again. He gently turned her and leaned over her, admiring her beautiful face which was now displaying the intensity of the multiple orgasms she was experiencing. She looked sated, dazed. He sealed her mouth with his, then penetrated deep into her. His mouth over hers muffled her scream as she came yet again, just from having him enter her so hard and quick.
He relentlessly pumped into her and with each thrust his speed increased.
"Say my name Miranda! Say who you belong to!" he demanded as his thrusts and breathing became shorter and faster and even more frantic; almost desperate.
“Jason Dunford!”
“Say it again Miranda!”
“Ja…son Dun-fooooo….”
Miranda’s inner muscles squeezed harder upon his cock over and over again until he began shooting stream after stream of his cum deep inside her. As the first stream of his cum hit the back of Miranda’s inner walls, she came with a loud wail that sent shivers through both their bodies. He was drenched in sweat, deep inside Miranda, her inner muscles milking him over and over and over again…
***
JD woke up drenched in sweat and the wet evidence of his erotic dream. He quickly got up, stripped, changed into clean clothes then picked up his notebook. He began to write the lyrics of a new song, a big smile pasted on his face.
CHAPTER 5: Down Memory Lane
“JD, wake up!”
Groaning, JD buried himself deeper into the covers, pulling a pillow over his head. He knew he was late for the scheduled studio session but he didn’t care. He had been up all night writing, composing so he felt had earned an extra hour or two in bed. He had already dropped the irritating alarm clock onto the floor to shut it up, along with his cell phone that never seemed to stop vibrating across the nightstand.
“JD, don’t make me get a bottle of water out of the fridge.”
JD’s middle finger found its way out from the covers that he was happily sandwiched in and saluted the annoying voice with the international symbol for “eff off”. Sleep started to take him again, until his pillow was yanked away and frigid water was poured on him from head to toe.
He swore, jumping out of the bed.
“What the hell is wrong with you guys?” he asked, amidst much laughter from Abe, Simba and Joe.
“Wake up sleeping beauty!” urged Abe.
“Rise and shine!” Joe said in a sing-song voice.
“Man, you should have seen your face!” Quipped Simba, doubling in laughter all over again.
JD sat down at the edge of the bed. He held his head in his hands, leaning his elbows on his thighs. He had never been a morning person but this morning he was feeling more out of it than usual. He tried to re-start his fatigued brain, urging it to remember why he was so tired.
Oh yeah! The dream.
The song.
Miranda.
He headed for the shower as he was s
uddenly seized with a powerful urge to share the song with Miranda.
***
Miranda was out of it today. She had the gift of remembering important dates and usually, her gift was a big advantage. However, today, it was more of a curse. She would have loved to forget everything about today’s particular date.
Today was the second year anniversary of the day she was dumped by her ex-boyfriend.
She couldn’t concentrate on work so she gave in to the urge and allowed her mind to go back to that ill-fated morning.
***
The confrontation took place in the bright and cheery kitchen that they had painted together when they moved into the house. Miranda sat erect on one of the kitchen chairs. Her eyes were wet with unshed tears. Her ex-husband paced around the kitchen all through their conversation.
“How long have you been seeing each other?” Miranda asked him in a quiet, emotionless voice.
“About six months.”
Her ex-boyfriend must have seen the pain on Miranda's face and had rushed to explain himself.
“Look Miranda, at first I thought it would be just a fling, that it would be over within a month. But I developed feelings for her. We developed feelings for each other. And I can't stay away from her. God knows I've tried.”
“Don't you dare bring God into this!” The rage that Miranda had been holding back could be heard in the shouted statement.
Her ex-boyfriend had sighed. “I'm so sorry Miranda. It just happened. I - “
Miranda laughed in disbelief. “It just happened? You just happened to mysteriously fall into bed together?”
“I didn't mean to-”
“Do you love her?” Miranda cut him off.
“I have deep feelings for her. But it's you I love.”
Miranda laughed loudly, bitterly and hysterically at that. Her ex-boyfriend got concerned and tried to comfort her with a hug.
“Don't you dare touch me!” She erupted, standing up so quickly that the chair she sat on toppled over. Her ex-boyfriend stared at her in shock and fear because he had never seen this side of her.
But then again, Miranda had never been cheated on before.
The roles were switched then, with her pacing the small kitchen and him staring at her in shock.
“What is wrong with you? Couldn't you just have come clean and spared me the six months of your mood swings and angry outbursts and your “I'm not in the mood” and “not tonight Miranda”? Six months of me wondering what I did wrong. Six months of me thinking that if only I could lose some weight or change my hair or try out new sex positions then things would be back to normal between you and I. Couldn't you have just spared me all that and told me the truth? Did you have to wait until I found you two in bed – in our bed! Was that deliberate? Was that your not so subtle way of telling me that you no longer cared for me or even respected me?
“No, Miranda. You have to believe me. I didn't plan any of this - “
“Believe you? Believe you! The way I believed you when you told me that you love me and that you will never do anything to hurt me?”
***
“Miranda? Are you okay?”
Miranda suddenly came back to the present and to her horror, realized that tears were flowing down her face. Worse, JD was in her office, a piece of paper in his hand, a concerned look on his face, asking her if she was okay.
She remained quiet, trying to figure out how to answer him. A “yes” clearly wouldn’t do because obviously, he had seen her crying. A “no” would also not do because that would probably prompt him to ask her why she was crying. And there was no way she was telling JD of all people, the real reason for her tears. That it was the second year anniversary of the day her heart was irreparably broken by the one person in the world she had trusted the most.
“Miranda? Baby?”
The kindness in JD’s voice and the genuine worry and concern etched on his gorgeous face is what broke the walls of the dam that Miranda had carefully built around her heart for two years.
She let go and cried with all her broken heart.
CHAPTER 6: Intoxication
For several seconds, JD stood rooted to the spot as she watched Miranda crying her heart out. It was so unlike the professional image she had been portraying for the past year they had been working together. So cool, calm and collected. Totally refusing to acknowledge the intense attraction between them.
Now here she was, crying like her insides were being ripped apart. JD was all for professionalism but how the hell was he supposed to walk away from Miranda when she was in pain like this? It was like an invisible thread was pulling him towards her.
He fought the pull for a few more seconds then finally could not fight it any longer. He gave in to the urge, closed the door and walked towards Miranda.
How his innocent gesture to comfort Miranda turned into something not quite so innocent was beyond JD. One moment, he was holding Miranda tightly, whispering words of comfort. The next moment, he was looking down at Miranda, at her lips that he had daydreamed of kissing for one year, then at her expressive eyes, looking up at him with so much want and need….
His heart began to beat faster and faster.
“JD, please…” A heartfelt whisper. JD closed his eyes against the pure, undiluted longing in Miranda’s voice.
“No.” JD congratulated himself on saying the right thing even though every fiber of his being was screaming “Yes! Take what she is willingly offering!”
“Kiss me, Jason Dunford.”
Her use of his full names – just like in his dream! – is what made him give in. Just a little taste. A little taste won’t hurt.
He brushed her lips with his. A butterfly kiss.
She answered with a Tsunami of a kiss. And JD knew he had lost the fight even before it had begun.
Miranda ripped at him and sucked at him and branded his mouth with hers. Their tongues were frantic, their fingers were everywhere they could reach. His back was against the wall. Literally. Miranda’s enthusiasm ignited his and he couldn’t help but push his tongue into her mouth. When she sucked on his tongue, he felt the pull travelling down his spine and right into his groin. He thought he was going to embarrass himself by having a repeat episode of what had happened earlier that morning in his bed. It was definitely time to take control of the situation.
JD rolled Miranda and trapped her to the wall of her office. He then proceeded to plunder her mouth, then her chin, then her graceful neck. Up until this moment, he had never found anything that could exceed the thrill of alcohol in his system. Now, he realized that this, Miranda, was his new addiction. He filed that happy and at the same time disturbing thought to the “not now” folder in his quickly-turning-to-mush brain.
His brain. It was like all the regions that made him a civilized 21st century man were facing a power outage. He was feeling like an animal; he even growled like an animal. Miranda answered with a particularly loud moan, responding to his raw, uninhibited reaction.
He continued kissing her as Miranda directed them to the couch, located in one corner of her office. He kissed her until they were lying on the couch. He ran his trembling hands over her ass. He camped at her neck, kissing, sucking, gently biting. She rocked harder and harder against him, her needy whines and gasps filling the room….
She’s so hungry for me. So hungry. Her hunger for me will be my undoing. I’m not going to make it. Not going to make it…
He palmed her breast and thumbed her erect nipples. She tipped her head back and slammed into him, as though she was rising to an electric current. Her gasps and moans were sparring him on, fueling his fire, completely stealing his rationality, making him so hard, making him want to taste her…
He put his mouth on her clit and tongued her as she moved into his face. He clamped his hands on her generous hips to keep her frantic rhythm from throwing his off. She dug her heels into the couch and arched back and he muffled the screams of her release with his hand. On and on it went, one
muffled scream followed by another…
He had done this to her, for her. He had made her cum and she was still coming…
It was all too much for him. His cock spat cum in short, sharp waves, right into his boxers.
She lay spent. He sat, panting.
“JD, that was…it was…”
He cracked a very manly smile and gently brushed her sweaty strands of hair from her flushed face. “Yes. It was. You did good baby.”
“What about you? You didn’t…”
“I didn’t quite make it sweetheart. You…you have a really strong effect on me. Just like a drug. Only much, much better. More potent.”