Chapter 24 #2
We missed the opening act completely, but none of us care. Kaplan and Luca divert from our path, heading up to the booth to meet up with their friends who they had not invited for the meet and greet with the band. Grace and I meander down to the floor, only five rows back from the main stage.
By the time we reach our seats, there is a heavy bass drum thumping through the air and Grace screams out, jumping up and down and clapping her hands, the thrill of the night coursing through her blood.
“Happy?” I whisper into her ear.
“The happiest.” She spins around to face me, her face dark since the stage hasn’t lit up yet. “I can’t believe you did all of this for me. Got us tickets and arranged for me to meet them.”
“Like I said, it wasn’t that difficult.”
“Sometimes I forget you’re all Fritzes. I forget what comes with that. I grew up with Oliver and our parents were close friends, but… thank you, Carter.”
Before I can respond, the crowd goes wild, roaring out their cheers and excitement as the rest of the band runs onto the stage that illuminates with multicolored lights flashing, swirling all around.
They immediately launch into a song, Wildfire, I think it is, but Grace hasn’t looked away and neither have I.
Our eyes hold, my arms snaking around her waist, hers around my neck. I start to move us, swaying to the music, my forehead now against hers. I could spend forever like this, trapped in this moment with her, seeing the stars twinkle in her eyes and the swirl of pure delight dance across her face.
She is a vision that stops my breath. That holds my heart.
Never in a million years will I tire of her.
She’s it. My one.
She’s been promised forever, love and devotion before only to have it fall way short.
I can’t tell her with words, not yet, so instead I lean in those few tiny inches and place my lips to hers.
I kiss her, hold her, dance with her, smile with her.
We have the time of our lives listening to her favorite band, sipping on beers, and laughing our asses off.
But more than that, I haven’t stopped touching her.
Not once all night. I hold her, her back to my chest as we watch the show.
We make out like two teenagers during some of the slower ballads.
And by the time the concert is over, and we make it back to the limo, we’re both riding a high like none other. The door shuts behind her and she sinks into my side, letting out a contented, tired sigh.
I raise the partition, settling in for a long drive home through post-concert traffic.
“Close your eyes,” I say to her, shifting her head so it’s on my lap, running my fingers through her silky blonde hair. “Get some sleep.”
“What if I don’t want to?” she rasps, angling her face until her mouth hovers over my thickening cock hidden behind my jeans. “What if I want to play for a bit first?”
“Grace,” I growl, grasping the strands of her hair. “You need sleep.”
“I need to suck you off first.”
Jesus.
She clasps the zipper of my jeans in her teeth and drags it down, breathing hot air on me as she goes. Her fingers undo the button and before I know what’s happening, my dick slides between her sweet full lips, all the way down to the back of her throat.
A groan rips past my lungs, shredding the air as my hand dives into her hair, holding the back of her head. She hums in response, gripping my thigh as if to say, hit me with your best shot. Something I fully intend to do.
She starts bobbing on me, slurping me up and licking the head with her tongue only to dive back down and deep throat me in her next breath. I just about lose my mind, the need to thrust up, to take control, to fuck her perfect mouth nearly suffocating me. My hand grips tighter, my groans louder.
“That’s it,” I tell her as she reaches in and cups my balls, squeezing them as she flattens her tongue and glides up along the underside of my dick. “Fuck, that’s perfect.”
The desire to blow down her throat, to watch her swallow me down is almost too much, but I want to see her on top of me too. I want her to straddle me here in the back of this limo and ride me until we’re both spent.
I tell her exactly that, forcing her mouth off me just as I get to the point of hovering between control and oblivion. In the next motion, I have her pants off, her panties pulled to the side, and her sweet cunt sliding down on me.
Both of us hiss out strangled sounds, the sensation so over the top there is no way to make sense of it.
Having her on me, me being inside her, us touching and kissing and holding…
This. I could live in this world with her forever.
She is euphoria. Paradise. Happiness. She is a happiness I never knew was possible.
She is euphoria.
My mouth covers hers, unable to pull away as she rides me in the back of this limo. Up and down and forward and back. We’re laughing, teasing, toying. Silly and sloppy and so good. She sinks down deeper, more of my cock filling her up. Her hands rake through my hair, clutching my shoulders.
I drive up into her, over and over, taking control when her body is no longer able to keep up. I fuck her while she fucks me and holy shit. Just holy shit, this woman. Our eyes hold on, staring deep as we experience this together. The pleasure mounting to the point of combustion.
“Come, Grace. Come all over me. I want to feel you, sweetheart. I want your wetness to coat my cock. I want to smell your pussy all over me.”
She loses it then. My dirty words and my hips that refuse to slow down, taking her over the edge. Taking us both over. My forehead hits hers as we ride out this high, our breaths mingling, our bodies one.
My love for her infinite.
And once we’re done, once we’re both dressed and sleepy, cuddled up in the back of the limo, I smile. A true smile. One I haven’t felt the need to have escape my lips in I don’t even know how long. Years? I can’t remember. Probably because I’ve never felt like this before. Not with anyone.
No way I can let her go. Not now. Not ever. Come what may.