by Faith Starr
“Torn about whether to let it be what it was, a fantasy for the memory books, or to call and take a risk.”
I squeezed her hand, our eyes locked. “I’m glad you took the risk.”
“Me too.”
13
Teva
At least he had given me the opportunity to explain myself during dinner. I’d seen the hurt in his eyes after hearing my comment about the fantasy of spending the night with a rock star, and it made me feel horrible.
What a great decision I had made to call him. His sweetness and kindness were on par with his behavior the night prior, if not more so. I knew my self-doubt arose because of the different lives we led. I didn’t want to get hurt. Joey’s lifestyle had great potential to devastate me.
Here I went, jumping ahead of myself again. As if Joey Fine and I had a future together. As if.
“Where to?”
He’d settled the bill and now we were back in his car. He buckled his seat belt next to me.
“I’m off tomorrow, so I have no curfew tonight.” I didn’t want our date to end, even if my body hollered at me because it craved sleep.
“Great. How about we take a drive?”
“Sure. Where to?”
“You’ll see when we get there.”
Oh boy. I had no clue what I was getting myself into, but for the first time in forever, I felt excited about something, about someone, and I wanted to hold on to the feeling for as long as possible.
We engaged in friendly chitchat during the quiet and relaxed ride, soft music playing in the background.
He pulled into a parking lot at a gated playground, causing me to scrunch my brow in confusion. “What are we doing here?”
He got out of the car. He came around to assist me out as well.
“Come on.” He took hold of my hand and led me over to the gate.
“It’s locked. We can’t go in.”
Next thing I knew, he began climbing over the fence.
“Joey, what’re you doing?” I whispered. “You’re trespassing. We’re going to get arrested.” My heart started racing. I could see my mug shot perfectly in my mind. Not a pretty sight. Naturally, Joey’s looked divine.
“You said during dinner that you got a rush stepping out of the box last night. That you wanted to get out of your comfort zone and go with it. Think of this as another one of those opportunities.“
He sat on top of the fence, his legs straddling both sides. He reached an arm down to me. “Hurry up, slowpoke, before someone sees us.” He grinned from ear to ear.
I couldn’t believe I was about to do this. Thank goodness I had decided to wear my canvas sneakers. They were thin and fit easily into the small openings of the fence.
“If we get arrested, I’ll never forgive you.” I held on to his hand tightly while climbing up.
Once we were both on top of the metal fence, he swung his legs around and jumped off.
“Don’t worry. I’ll pay your bail. Now come on.” He put his arms out to catch me.
He had to be kidding me. “You want me to jump?”
“Yes, now hurry up.”
Christ. This episode had become so far-fetched it was almost comical.
“You better catch me.”
“Trust me.” His baby blues stared up at me. “On the count of three. One… Two… Three.”
Bam.
The air left my lungs during my fall and as promised, he caught me. I couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh at the insanity of it all.
He set me down.
“All work and no play. Tsk-tsk. I brought you here to play.”
He came across as so young and carefree, so in the moment—yet another side of Joey he revealed to me. And the fact he did all this for me was touching beyond words, possibly the sweetest gesture anybody had ever done for me.
Yippee! Fun. Fun. Fun. I ran over to the swings and sat on one, something I hadn’t done in ages. He stepped behind me and pushed. I pulled the clip out of my hair, allowing the cool night breeze to blow through it. I closed my eyes, relishing the moment. A sensation of flying filled me, but it definitely wasn’t due to swinging in the air. Rather, Joey Fine made me feel that way.
After I swung for a bit, we played on the structure where we crawled through tunnels and slid down slides. We took turns spinning each other on the roundabout and laughed aloud as we tried to walk in straight lines afterward. With no success, I might add.
We rode on the mini rocking horses, which presented a challenge, given Joey’s big stature. We rode on the seesaw, where he jumped off, making me fall flat on my ass. The two of us broke out into a fit of hysterics. I kicked things up and began chasing him in a game of tag around the playground.
“You’re too fast for me.” I stopped and leaned over, holding my chest, my lungs in desperate need of air.
“I have faith that if you want to, you’ll catch me.”
He stood on the opposite side of the structure, egging me on.
“Are you challenging me, Mr. Fine?”
“I’m an easy target.”
He opened his arms for me to come to him. So I did. He enclosed me in them and hugged me. “Have you ever made out at a playground before?”
He released me and climbed the small ladder to the top of the play structure. He settled in an open space hidden under a plastic roof.
“Can’t say I have.”
“Me neither.” He offered me his hand so I’d join him on the upper level.
I climbed the stairs and onto his lap, sitting sideways so I could see his gorgeous face. “Thank you for bringing me here. I’m having a blast.” I smiled.
“The night’s not over yet.”
He brought his lips to mine, a slow, delicate kiss that turned heated. Our tongues joined in the fun, our breaths becoming deeper. The bulge in his joggers digging into my thigh also wanted in on the action.
His hand drifted underneath my shirt. Thank God I’d had some forethought and had worn a loose top with the sexiest bra I owned. Not that he would see its deep red color in the dark, but still. The lacy material would make a statement.
He reached behind me and unclasped it, setting my breasts free.
My breath hitched. Man, did he make me hot and bothered. The two of us sitting in a park all by ourselves in the dark with only two streetlamps lighting the parking lot next to us only enhanced the mood.
I repositioned myself so I straddled his waist. His erection pressed against my swollen flesh, a part of my body begging for a release. Hell, all of me needed a release after spending time with him.
He gripped my waist and guided me up and down along his covered shaft, rubbing himself against me, frustrating me that he still had clothing on. Not for long if I had anything to say about it.
With my legs spread wide, I kneeled, his body sandwiched between them. He unsnapped my jeans, eyeing me, no doubt asking for permission to take over and continue. I didn’t bother to respond. Instead, I assisted by shimmying my denims down and off. My underwear stayed put. I still had some wits about me, enough to know we risked getting in trouble by partaking in this little tryst in a public place.
He got up on his knees and slid his joggers and boxers down at the same time.
“What about protection?” It amazed me the thought had come to me in my hazy and lustful state.
“I’ve got it covered.”
Protection. Covered. Ha ha.
He pulled a condom packet out of the back pocket of his joggers, then laid the pants on the playgroup equipment, so we’d have a bit of padding and comfort.
The man had consideration oozing from his pores. He kept melting my heart bit by bit. I was in so much trouble with him.
“Come here.”
He maneuvered me back onto him in the same position I’d been in before. I straddled my legs over his, snaking them around his waist.
Holding my face in his hands, he kissed me. And if a kiss could speak a thousand words, boy, was I in deep shit. It had so m
uch heat and passion in it. And if he didn’t act fast, the gentle rubbing we had going on down below paired with our enmeshed tongues and lips were going to do me in altogether.
With gentle hands, he lifted me off him. I balanced on my knees and held on to his shoulders, so he could slip on the condom.
With that important task completed, he gripped my hips, this time aligning me over his rigid length. He pushed my underwear aside for easy access, sliding his fingers across my sex.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean.
Holy Shit. This guy made a kinky gesture look so frickin’ hot.
His fingers got busy between my folds, skimming over them. His palm massaged my clit with gentle vibrations.
Lightness filled the space around and inside me.
He removed his hand and positioned himself, entering me, his lips crashing against mine, yet remaining ever so mindful to be gentle and allow my body to accommodate his larger size. The requirement for being slow paced had since passed, but I more than appreciated his thoughtfulness about my needs.
I took charge by riding him, gliding up and down his thick length. I broke the kiss and tilted my head back.
Joey’s thumbs sank into my hips, causing me to look at him.
One of my hands rested on his shoulder for support. I dug my fingers of the other hand into his shaggy hair. I brought our lips together.
He pumped into me at high speed, harder, the depth in this position having me in a euphoric state in no time, especially since I’d started this journey floating in the clouds to begin with.
This man knew how to use his hands and body with masterful skill and perfection. At least with my body, he did.
Moans escaped me even with our mouths pressed together.
He had full possession of me. The thought terrified me yet excited me at the same time. I had never experienced anything so profound. Or so fast. Joey Fine was like a drug. Something I would need a constant fix from and would go into withdrawal without.
Movement ceased. He paused, and held my hips in place. He ground our joined bodies together. The sensations of my clit rubbing against him while he filled me whole made me fall apart at the seams.
Finally, he allowed me to break our kiss. My head fell back. “Oh my God, Joey, that feels incredible!”
He pulled my head forward and kissed me again, this time with more vigor.
Before I could wrap my head around what was going on, he had me on all fours. He slipped my underwear to the side again, this time driving into me from behind.
What a feeling. I had never had sex in this position before. Now I knew what the hype was all about.
“You like it hard like this, baby?”
He spoke in that harsh tone again. I would’ve never figured it would drive me so wild. But it did.
He traced a line down my spine with his finger. “Tell me. Do you like me fucking you hard like this from behind?”
Holy crap. He spoke so dirty.
“Yes,” I mewled.
“Good, I’m glad. But the last thing I want to do is hurt you. I need you to tell me if I do.”
“You’re not.”
I arched my back in assurance, soft whimpers escaping me, yet another angle where our bodies seemed to fit to perfection.
My body sank down onto his joggers. He lifted my hips and steadied me, continuing to pound into me, our bodies slapping against each other with each thrust forward.
Sweat broke out all over me, my body warm from the inside out.
My arms quivered from resting all my body weight on them. I leaned on my forearms instead to give my wrists a break. Talk about an upper-body workout.
He filled me to the hilt, entering me from behind. He held my hips upright because my body instinctively kept slinking down on its own accord.
My body willingly accepted him, a bit too freely, almost as if it already knew him.
He locked himself in place against me and grunted. He tightened inside me, his fingers digging into my hips. I’d probably have black and blue marks as a result, but I didn’t care because it felt too unbelievable to stop him. This rough side of him brought me to heights I never knew existed.
His body enmeshed with mine had me down for the count. His orgasm hit him, causing me to cry out in ecstasy as mine crashed through me. His groans came in and out of focus because my climax took me to a higher plain.
He collapsed, his upper torso now resting on my back, his hot breath blowing against my skin. I panted along with him, both of us gasping for air.
He leaned forward and kissed my back. “You good?”
“Wow.”
There was nothing more to say or add.
We remained somewhat quiet during the drive back to my apartment, but no awkwardness filled the space. I think it had more to do with both of us being physically spent—and I would add mentally into the mix on my behalf. My thoughts were becoming a NASCAR driver of sorts with no speed limit whatsoever.
Joey held my hand. He stroked his thumb over my knuckles. In one way or another, he made sure to touch me. It made me feel secure, almost like a reassurance that all was good between us.
When we reached my place, he parked the car. We stared at each other.
“Do you want to come upstairs?” I spoke first, breaking the ice.
“What about your roommate?”
I glanced at the small clock on the dashboard. “I’m sure she’s asleep by now. And she’s on shift tomorrow, so I’ll have the apartment all to myself for the entire day.”
“Does that mean I get you all to myself tomorrow as well as tonight?”
“I think it means you do.”
Yay! He wanted to stay with me, even if I did have a shitload of schoolwork to attend to and complete. I figured it could wait. Moments like these didn’t come often, especially in my life.
“Sold.” He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it.
We went upstairs and tried to be extra quiet during the short trek across the apartment to my bedroom. Lily waking up would be a total mood killer.
“I think I need another shower.” I set my purse on the dresser, pulled my phone out of the inside pocket, and plugged it into the charger on my nightstand. “We did work up quite a sweat at the playground. At least I did.”
He enveloped me in his arms and kissed me. “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll join you. I hate going to bed sweaty. The guys and I make it a point to shower after each show, no matter how late we finish.”
Yes, a man who cared about cleanliness. I too took pride in good hygiene.
I ushered him to the bathroom next to my room, locking the door behind us. Lily had the master bedroom so had a private bath, but she paid more rent than I did. It was a sacrifice I had been willing to make when we signed the lease.
He turned on the shower faucet and stripped down, no sense of hesitancy or self-consciousness whatsoever. And why would he? When you looked the way he did, self-doubt about nakedness didn’t exist.
Joey Fine radiated testosterone. I’m talking a walking hard-on. The best part was that at this moment, little old me had been the cause of his erection. What an ego boost.
He checked the water temperature, then stepped into the tub/shower and offered me a hand. I hastily stripped off my clothes and joined him. The space wasn’t quite large enough for two, but in this particular instance, I didn’t mind. It meant we had to squeeze together and share the hot water.
He reached for the bottle of body wash resting in the corner of the tub. After squeezing some into the palm of his hand, he lathered me up.
Who would have thought body wash could be such an aphrodisiac? Who was I kidding? Joey Fine was the aphrodisiac.
His hand stopped between my thighs. He gazed up at me. “Does this area need cleaning too?”
“I think it does.” It wasn’t easy for me to play the seductive female role, but the thrill gave me a high, and by the yearning in his eyes and his twitching co
ck, it clearly gave him one too.
“I think it might need a special kind of wash.” He got down on his knees and peered up at me.
Did he plan on going down on me again? Woo-hoo! What an unexpected outcome. Sex twice in one night? Hot damn!
Truth be told, other than last night with Joey and now today, I had only experienced oral sex once or twice. Dr. Shithead had been the giver in both of those instances, and sadly, I had nothing good to write home about regarding either of them. He’d informed me at the time he wasn’t fond of performing the act on women. He’d certainly had no complaints being on the receiving end, that was for sure. The selfish ass. None of that mattered now anyway because when Joey feasted on me, my lust meter overheated and nearly broke.
Closing my eyes enabled me to delight in how his fingers spread me wider while his tongue swirled around my sensitive flesh. Jeez. I wanted to brag to all his fans on the Internet about his skillful touch. Not literally, of course. But I could attest that Joey’s mouth had more talent to it than just his singing voice alone.
There went my fingers into his shaggy hair again. I fisted it with one hand while steadying his head with the other. I had to make sure he wouldn’t stop; the feeling too out of this world. It was a job that required follow-through to completion.
He flicked his tongue against my clit. What a rush it gave me. I balled my hand up. Some of his hair got caught in my grasp. He didn’t say anything, just pried my fingers open. Whoops! I didn’t want to give the guy a bald spot. He had such gorgeous hair too.
When my hands resumed their death grip on his head, I remained aware not to pull to the point of pain.
OMG. I sucked in a breath. Joey had slipped a finger inside me and started teasing my clit with his thumb, all the while still lapping between and around my folds.
I started to think the man had a conspiracy going on to keep me in bed the following day, because I didn’t think I’d be able to walk let alone be able to get out of bed from all the energy he was sucking out of me. My female anatomy had never experienced this kind of or this much attention and praise before. It didn’t complain one bit either. Every part of me relished it.