All Men Fall

by C. M. Lally

  The fires are seventy percent contained now and moving away from my clients. I’m finally heading out to see her. I finished up early today and even got in a small nap. I’m well-rested and ready for a few beers. JEMFire should have started their set a little while ago, so I’m hoping to surprise her.

  I enter through the doors and her voice washes over me, lighting up my soul and hardening my dick. She’s singing “Dirrty” by Christina Aguilera. I look to the stage and see a Jenna that I don’t recognize. She’s glowing. I don’t know if it’s the lighting or what, but she looks stunning, and sexy as hell tonight. She has a black mesh and lace bikini top on with a bright red wife-beater crop top on over that. It looks like it’s been shredded by scissors and it’s falling off those gorgeous shoulders.

  Her tan, lean stomach peeks out from beneath her shirt, and I watch her ab muscles bulge and flex as she gyrates across the stage. Her black-and-red plaid Catholic school girl skirt instantly makes my dick harder than it’s ever been. The red sheer thigh-highs aren’t covered by the skirt, and a bright gold chain belt is hanging from her waist.

  She has sex kitten written all over her, and I want to pet her until she purrs my name. I like this Jenna. Scratch that—I love this Jenna. I’ve never fantasized about fucking a women in any particular way. My thoughts just always went to ‘naked and doing it hard and fast’. But this look has me wanting to play games with her all night long on every surface we can find.

  I sit at the bar next to Frank. He orders a beer for me and tells me it’s on the house. I’m not arguing with that. He rolls his chair towards me and I sigh, not ready to stop looking at her yet.

  “I hear you’ve been taking care of my girl this week after that fuckhead beat her car and house to shit?” he says.

  I shrugged it off. “I just made sure she was safe. I let her crash at my place last weekend until her front door got fixed and offered her my dog for protection. Zeus will tear up anyone that comes near her. I promise you that.”

  “I know,” he replies. “I saw the dog the other night when I stopped over to check on her. We had a growl-down until I won.”

  “You won, huh? You would be the first. He’s not usually that easy.”

  “Well, Jenna calmed him down until he gave up. So I guess that means I won. I was satisfied she was gonna be okay with him. I appreciate it.”

  “It was my pleasure. He’s taken to her and I’ve enjoyed getting to know her. She’s fun and energetic.” I look him in the eyes and watch him arch his eyebrow at me in question. “What?” I ask. “I promise that I’ve been on my best behavior.”

  “I didn’t say a thing, did I? She’s had a shitload of idiots in her life. Always finding the ones that want to ride her coattails to fame and fortune. Makes me sick watching it all unfold and go to hell.” He sips his beer and shakes his head. “She needs a good man in her life. I hope she finds him.”

  “Me too,” I say flatly, sipping my beer. “Me too.” She does deserve a good man in her life. I don’t know that I’m him, but I sure as fuck am gonna try to make her happy. We sit in silence for a few minutes listening to her sing. I scan the bar and find Luke sitting back in the corner with some girl grinding on his lap. I point him out to Frank and start to head in his direction. “What the fuck is he doing here? Does Jenna know he’s here?”

  Frank grabs my arm and pulls me back to my stool. “Calm down, Nick. The video footage didn’t cover her car parked way out back and the police found nothing linking him to her house for the damage. We can’t prove it was him. We just have to wait until he fucks up. Until then, I would rather he be here so that we can keep an eye on him.”

  “Well, you keep your eyes on him and I’ll keep my eyes on Jenna.”

  “Yeah, that’s exactly what I thought you’d suggest,” he teases. A waitress interrupts us with an issue and I watch Frank walk away with her. Well shit, I guess I have to keep my eyes on both of them for now.

  Luke appears to be drunk again. I hope he got her message about it being over and he’s just here rebounding. It is the only bar in town. She’d be hard to get over, but some men move on quickly. And some men don’t. Until I know which man he is, I’ll keep my eyes wide open.

  I look to the stage and see that she already has a bucket of cold waters. With that business taken care of, I grab my beer and move over to the side of the dance floor. It’s crowded, but that’s to be expected when Jenna is singing. JEMFire always brings in a packed house. The Beer & Brood Tavern is a small place in an even smaller town. There aren’t that many live bands around, especially one that sings as many genres of music as they do to make everyone happy. Frank is lucky to have them around.

  I watch her watch me move across the floor to my spot against the center pole. She narrows her stormy blue eyes, focusing on my every movement. She’s like a panther that just spotted her prey. Her sleek dark hair with its electric blue highlights are backlit by the spotlights, giving her an even darker, more predatory look. I like it. She tortures me in ways I didn’t know a man could be tortured, but at the same time, I keep going back for more.

  The song changes to a lower, slower beat and I watch her crook her index finger at me to come closer and she purposely points to the center of the dance floor. I arch my brow at her questioningly, but she just keeps pointing with a naughty smirk on her face. She slowly nods her head to me as I set my beer down and walk forward to where she wants me. The crowd parts, opening up a route for me to get to her. She is there waiting for me, as the intro music starts over again.

  She drapes her right arm over my shoulder and splays her hand on my back drawing me closer to her. She starts to sing “Body Party” by Ciara. I know this song is sexy as sin. I can feel her nails caressing and scratching on my biceps as she moans the beginning of the song. I grasp onto her hips and start swaying to the music and pace she sets.

  Jenna grinds forward into me, rubbing her breasts against my chest. Her tight nipples are pushing into me. I want to rub her down, but I’d almost forgotten we have an audience. She is running her hands and body over mine, wrapping me up in the velvety blanket of our sexual connection. She swings around in my arms to grind her ass up against my cock and I know she can instantly feel my hard-on pushing at her through her flimsy skirt.

  She wraps her free hand around my waist, splaying her hand on the center of my ass, and pushes me further into her. I just keep digging my fingers into her hips and holding onto her as tight as I can. There is no way I am letting go of this woman. Ever. And now I guess the whole place knows about us. Even Luke, who is staring me down from the far corner of the room.

  Fuck him.

  The song plays toward the end, the lyrics are over, and the melody is winding down. She turns around and steps closer into my arms. She doesn’t touch me with her hands. She just holds the mic between our chests and sways with me, burying her face in my neck. The music stops and we just keep swaying. I feel her fingers drop down and intertwine themselves around mine, preparing to lead me off the floor.

  The crowd roars and I’m reminded again that she’s working and we’re not alone. They’re clapping, whooping and shouting, and wolf whistles sing through the air. She raises a hand and talks into the mic quickly saying, “Thank you. It’s break time. JEMFire will be back soon!” We rush out through the crowd amidst the noise created from our little scene. I can hear the band members laughing and shuffling their instruments for the break.

  We finally clear the room, and the second we step from the bar room to the back hallway, she jumps on me, wrapping her legs around my hips and crushing her lips to mine. I am the fuel. She is the flame. This is where we combust. I run my hands up her legs and dip my fingers into the tops of her thigh highs, clawing at her gorgeous legs. I swing her around and push her back to the wall.

  She’s so tiny, I have her ass sitting on my forearms holding her to me as tight as I can get. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she’s trying to climb up me to get over the edge. She’s on a high rig
ht now that I wouldn’t mind finding the edge of myself. I can hear her panting in my ear as she sucks on my earlobe. God, I’d fuck her here and now, but that’s not my style and she’s working. Plus, I never know who’s watching. I don’t want anyone but me to see her ever again.

  “You wanted me to sing to you while dancing,” she breaks from sucking on my earlobe to whisper in my ear. “Did you like it?”

  “Good God, I loved it. You’re phenomenal,” I say as I bite at her neck. “And sexy.” I kiss her collarbone. “And gorgeous,” I finish, licking her jaw line.

  “You didn’t mind being in the spotlight like that? I should have asked you first, but when I saw you I had to touch you.” She is breathless from kissing me so hard. “I’ve missed you so badly this week.”

  “You can stake ownership of me like that anytime.” I laugh, as she pulls back and looks directly into my eyes.

  “I’ve never owned anyone before,” she admits softly to me.

  “Well, you own me.” I kiss her gently on the lips and let her slide down my body making sure her feet touch. I hear her heels click down before I let go. “Can I go home with you tonight?” I ask, as I playfully nip at her lips.

  “Yes,” she purrs like a satisfied kitten. “I’ll meet you at the bar when I’m done.”

  Chapter 13

  Jenna

  I had hoped my sexy, skimpy outfit would get him up to the dance floor tonight. I could tell he was turned on from the minute he noticed my skirt and red thigh-highs. I watched him lick his lips as he walked towards the dance floor. I don’t think he realizes he does that, but it turns my want for him up to level twenty the minute I see that tongue dart out and stroke across his lips. He has perfect timing. The Ciara song was next in line on the setlist. I was afraid I was going to have to push it back, but he came through for me without even knowing it. I am crushing hard on this man. He’s definitely an addiction.

  We finish unplugging everything, packing away the amps, and storing what needs locked away. He’s waiting at the bar for me, just like he said he would. He’s not outside smoking, or talking on his phone, or doing God knows what like the others did. He makes me a priority and it feels damn good. It washes over me and I know I won’t take it for granted.

  He bends down and crushes his lips to mine in front of Uncle Frank and some of the waitresses closing down the bar area. The world quiets and everything goes still while I enjoy him. I look up from the kiss and realize that everyone is staring at us. I see Bekah fanning herself, like she’s about to melt. She smirks and winks at me, then walks away, shooing the others to hurry up with their tables. We say our goodbyes to everyone and I twine my fingers into his and pull him towards the door.

  We drive to my apartment in silence. I know he wants me because his fingers are stroking the tops of my thigh-highs, setting me on fire. He is squirming in his seat. I wish we’d hurry up and get there. I can feel the attraction in the air between us. It’s a massive ball of tension in my pussy. He sneaks glances at me every once in a while, and he’s smiling while he drives. I hope I put that look on his face earlier tonight, because if I didn’t—I’m going too.

  I jump out of his truck and run to unlock the door and settle Zeus down. I grab his lead and leash and set him loose in the backyard to run free for a while … a long while. I’ve got plans for his owner.

  I come back into the house and can’t find Nick. I walk into the bedroom and hear him fumbling around in the bathroom with the water running. He comes out shirtless, and I’m breathless.

  “I’ve got a bath running for you and I have all of your candles lit in there so that you can relax. I know you get keyed up after performing.”

  “Aren’t you the sweetest, but I don’t want a bath,” I tease, as I trail my fingers around his biceps. “I don’t want to relax. I want to burn off this energy—with you. I’ve been watching you all night long and waiting all week for the moment that I get to touch you everywhere—again!” I run my hands over his shirt and down his back, squeezing his ass tightly. I hear him release his breath as I walk into the bathroom and turn the steamy water off. I grab the candles that he lit and strategically place them in the bedroom for mood lighting—although I’m not sure ‘fucking’ is a mood. But it will be tonight. Nothing is sexier than fucking by candlelight.

  I pull him to the end of my bed and begin to undress him. I love a man that dresses simply. I tug his T-shirt out of his jeans and inch it up his chest until he pulls it over his head and drops it to the floor. I free the button on his jeans and slowly pull down the zipper. It rides over the bulge in his briefs and my knuckles brush gently over his cock. We both hiss as he kicks off his shoes. His jeans slouch down over his hips and I grab the ends of the legs with my toes to hold them steady as he lifts his legs free of the pant legs. I push him backwards onto the bed and watch him lean up on his elbows, ready to watch my every move. Damn, he’s got that eyebrow cocked up in curiosity, waiting on my strip tease to begin.

  I kick my leg up onto the edge of the bed, with my foot arched and toes pointed into the down comforter to begin to roll down my red thigh highs. I see him lick his lips. I do the same to the other leg and watch him adjust his cock in his briefs. I can see the thick head of it pushing on the band of his briefs. He is so unassumingly sexy.

  I toss them onto the chair and turn around with my ass facing him. I unbuckle my chunky belt and slide my tiny skirt down over my hips, bending forward as it falls down my legs. He gets one hell of a view of my red thong. I throw off my cover shirt in my own impatience to get to him. I crawl up the bed and over him, crouching low right on his cock.

  Reaching up and around me, he unfastens my bra, pushing the straps down my arms and tosses it across the room. He stretches forward to run his thumbs over my rock-hard nipples. His touch makes me shiver as goose bumps appear on my arms. He wraps his thumbs around the sides of my thong and I rise forward - taunting him to push them down over my hips and thighs. I grind against him as I climb back on top. We both release a wild broken moan together, in perfect synchronization.

  The crown of his cock is completely free and glistening with pre-cum. “I need you inside me now. I can’t wait any longer,” I beg him. He reaches down between us to remove his briefs and we both feel the soaking wetness from me that seeped onto his briefs. I scramble to the side of him so that he can remove the barrier between us. He frantically pulls me back towards the bed, but I sit him down on the very edge, tear a condom open and roll it down his length. God I want to sit on him and ride him through the moonlight, but I can’t touch him facing forward. I can’t cause him pain. I need him too much. It’s too tempting. I turn my back to him and move to place my legs over each side of his. He grips each hip tightly and guides me down slowly to fit onto him lap dance-style.

  He gathers my hair in his hands and pushes it forward over my shoulder, trailing kisses all over the back of my neck and shoulders. He runs his tongue from one shoulder to the other, searing a sensual trail of heat across my back, branding me again. His powerful arms wrap around me, pulling me tight to him. One hand tweaks my nipples and kneads both breasts in a steady rhythm and the other runs down my stomach and he flicks my clit, bringing me to the edge of orgasm.

  I lift myself up onto my toes and glide up and down his length, steadying our rhythm. I am controlling this since I started it. He grunts and grinds up into me … his broken moans spurring me on, “Oh yeah, that’s it baby … move for me … take it all in, Jenna. Come hard on my cock!” he rasps in my ear between strokes and thrusts. He tilts my hips forward, going deeper in me now. I increase the tempo; his slick fingers sliding against my clit. Everything tightens in my abdomen in convulsing shudders, his kisses and roaming hands pushing me towards climax. Within moments, I scream his name coming hard as he holds me steady. My hands slip off his knees as my arms give out from exhaustion.

  He lifts me off him and tosses me down on the bed, pulling me back to the edge, as he grabs my ankles and lifts both of my legs
high into the air. He guides his cock back into me, thrusting furiously, gripping my ankles tighter as my legs begin to shake. I beg him to go deeper and he does, lifting my hips up and spreading my legs wider.

  I come again, feeling the wetness soak into the sheets under my lower back, but I don’t want him to stop. “Oh God, Nick. Faster. I need faster and deeper.”

  I punch my fists down on the mattress, gripping the sheets as the tension builds yet again. He lowers my legs down over his forearms and pulls me toward him, forcing himself even deeper, and the pain blends mercilessly with the pleasure. He bends forward and licks my belly from my navel to my breasts. Latching onto my left breast with his mouth, he sucks hard and fast as he pounds his dick into me. He pulls away, and my nipple slides out of his mouth. He pulls it back in, biting and sucking. He roars my name and his cock explodes inside me.

  I look up into his eyes and, for the first time in my life, can imagine a lifetime full of happiness and wonder. He has a smile on his face that I’ll never forget. I run my fingers over the deep dimples on his face, wiping sweat from his temples. He sucks my finger into his mouth and wraps his tongue around it, kissing the tip of it as he releases it. He’s a dirty boy and a wonderful man.

  He walks into the bathroom and I hear the water running again. He returns with a wet cloth and proceeds to clean me up. After he settles me under the covers and blows out the candles, he quickly sneaks out of the room. Within a few seconds, I have a lion jumping on the bed wanting to cuddle with me, licking at my face and pawing the blanket.