2. Jonas
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Jonas
T hroughout my second set, my eyes rarely stray from the curvy woman with the sexy librarian glasses and curves so dangerous, I’d gladly crash and burn against any one of them.
From the looks of things, she’d happily let me.
It’s not like me to be so taken, especially by someone I’ve just met. But Felicity has a take charge kind of energy that I immediately responded to. From the moment she smashed into me and took my hand in hers, hauling me through that villa, I was intrigued.
And when she blurted out what she wanted, well, I couldn’t resist.
It was like my every wet dream come to life.
A woman who knows what she wants.
Isn’t afraid to ask for it.
And is confident enough to take it.
God, I’m getting hard again just thinking about it. I take another swig of water and step up to the mic. One last song before I’m officially done for the night.
“Alright, everyone. Let’s end this one on a banger. Everyone on the dance floor!” I watch as my girl slides off the barstool where she’d been periodically approached by other wedding guests.
She doesn’t take her eyes off mine as she approaches the stage and I beckon her closer. Every move she makes is deliberate, sultry, seductive. Her eyes meet mine across the crowded room, and it doesn’t matter that there’s a crowd on the floor pumping their fists, hollering drunken nonsense and cheering for me. All I see is her.
My dream woman.
I want to know everything about her. Who she is, what brought her here, if she approaches every aspect of her life with the same take charge attitude she took with me when she yanked my mouth to hers and let me taste her sweet lips.
As I sing our closer, “Nothing But a Good Time,” I give it my all. Working the crowd to ensure they close out the night singing at the top of their lungs, arms raised, I lead them in clapping, invite them to join in, and eventually wow them all with the familiar guitar riffs before finishing with a flourish with my bandmates.
We’re met with applause and we take our bows. Spinning around, I lift my guitar off and hand it to my bassist Iwan before signaling to our drummer Kelsey that I’ll be a moment. Then I jump off the stage and stride straight for my girl.
“You stayed,” I say when I reach her, tucking my hands into my jeans and rocking back on my heels.
She shrugs. “I wanted to.”
“Good. Let me finish tearing down and, uh, we can go somewhere quieter. Get to know each other better.”
“That sounds perfect. I know just the place.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I mentioned I’ve got a room here.”
She steps up to me and runs her manicured finger over my chest, then down the centerline of my stomach. My skin twitches at her touch and my cock tightens in my pants at that simple, barely-there caress.
Fuck me, it would be explosive being with this woman.
When we’re finally alone, I can’t seem to keep my hands from reaching for her soft skin as she uncorks a bottle from behind her private mini bar and offers me a glass once we’re inside her room inside the villa.
I shake my head, politely declining. “Thanks, but I don’t really drink.”
“Um. You are old enough to drink, right?” She bites down on her lower lip and I have to fight not to laugh again.
“Yes, I’m old enough to drink,” I say. “I just had a slightly unusual upbringing where alcohol featured heavily and it just doesn’t interest me as much.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“It wasn’t bad,” I clarify. “I know it can help people loosen up, feel braver. Some grow bolder, uninhibited. Some get sloppy.”
“Which are you?”
“Me? I’m always bold, baby.” I reach across the table and brush the hair back from her shoulder, my gaze taking in the scripted ink trailing over her shoulder. “And I like my women to be the same.”
She swallows as my fingers trace over the ink on her shoulder.
“You grow up around here?”
“I mostly grew up in Los Angeles and on the road. One of my moms works in the music industry.”
“You’ve got two?”
“Yup, I’ve got two.”
“So you’re following in your music mom’s footsteps?”
I shrug. “She wants me to. Tells me as soon as I finish my degree, I need to come work for her.”
Her eyebrows lift. “Must be nice having a job just waiting for you.”
“Can I tell you a secret?” My voice is barely a whisper as she leans in, eyes shining with conspiratorial glee as she mimes zipping her mouth. I don’t even know why I’m telling her this. Maybe because I want her to know something real about me. Something no one else knows. “Everyone always says that I’m lucky and I should be grateful for the privileges afforded me by my family’s connections. But I don’t want the job.”
“What do you want to do?”
I glance up at her in surprise. No one’s ever asked me before, always assuming that I’d had it made and that I would be stupid to step away from the limelight offered by my mom’s position as the head of a small record label in Soltero Beach. The fact that she thought to ask makes something tender unfurl in my belly.
The question hangs between us as I stroke her tattoo and make out the words there. To thine own self be true .
“This,” I say, tapping my fingers across her shoulder. “I want to forge my own way into the industry. Work for everything I have, be it music, a career, a woman.”
“Doesn’t seem like you’d have to do much work in that last department, being the lead singer of a band with a voice and a body like yours.” She takes a big gulp of wine and I don’t miss the tremor in her fingers as she sets the glass down.
“Believe it or not, I don’t excite easy.” I pause. “Except when a woman spills her wine on my shirt, pats my dick with her dress, and demands I kiss her.”
She chokes. “It was an accident .”
“I don’t believe in accidents or coincidences.” I round the little table to her, pull the glass of wine from her hand and set it aside with a clink.
“No?”
“I believe in fate. Do you?”
“I’m a teacher,” she says, rounding the table to me. “I think fate is a made-up romantic notion, but accidents? They just happen.”
“Yeah?” I tilt my head to the side. “Alright then. Maybe we can be a happy, fated accident.”
She laughs, the sound sultry and smooth. It sends a wave of pleasure through my eardrums and I want to know everything there is to know about her. How to make her laugh, how to make her smile, how to make her lose all the control I can plainly see she’s desperate to hold on to.
Then she takes my hat and places it on her own head. I grab hold of her wide hips and pull her between my legs.
“Tell me a secret,” I rasp, eyes locked on her mouth.
She thinks for a moment, then leans in to whisper. “I was relieved when my ex called off our wedding.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
“Because he was boring in bed.” She holds her finger up to her lips in a shushing motion and I burst out laughing. “Nothing like the heroes in the dirty smut novels I read in my free time.”
“God, you’re cute,” I say, gathering her up in my arms and sliding my hands over her curves.
“So are you when you think you’re in charge here.”
I grin. “Am I not?”
She shakes her head slowly, those red lips of hers tilting up when I brush my thumb over the smudge of lipstick at the corner of her mouth.
She’d been picture perfect when we’d met, but now?
Now, her hair is askew, her dress dips low enough that a tug or two would reveal the tips of her tits, and that smeared lipstick makes me want to see it ringing my cock.
“Does being in charge get you off?” I ask huskily.
“Does submitting sound like a thing you’d be into?”
My cock twitches with interest as I nuzzle her neck and inhale the lavender perfume scenting her skin. Leaning in, I trail kisses along the curve of her shoulder and press my erection into her so she sighs.
“I’m might. I can’t deny that you taking charge and clearly communicating what you want isn’t working for me.” My heart pounds as something bigger than simple lust swirls in my stomach. There’s excitement here, a pull and spark I’ve never felt for anyone else, and it’s crazy. “I’ve never met anyone like you, Felicity. No one’s ever made me feel like this, this fast. I feel like I’m caught up in an inferno.”
A shy smile tugs at her lips and she slips her fingers under the hem of my shirt. “What? You never had a pushy groupie come after you?”
“You’re no pushy groupie,” I say, gasping when she slips her hands over the muscles of my stomach. “And I’ve never been into women my age. They never have anything interesting to say and they’re not interested really interested in me . They just want me to sing and chase, but the only women I’m interested in pursuing are the ones not afraid to go after what they want.”
“You’re saying you like older women.”
I shrug. “I’m saying I like you. I like your whole vibe.”
“In that case, I think I might teach you a thing or two tonight, Jonas.” The gleam in her eyes sets my blood on fire as she leads me into the bedroom. “First, a dog is cute. A chubby, giggling baby is cute. Those illustrated Chibi versions of everything are cute. But a woman who’s about to get naked for you? Who’s been thinking about sucking your cock for the last two hours? She is not cute.”
I hide my smile when she shoves me onto the bed. “You’re right. She’s sexy as fuck.”
“You know,” Felicity says, climbing over me and straddling my legs. “I know you’re younger than me, but exactly how much younger are we talking?”
“I’m twenty-five. And I know better than to ask after a woman’s age.”
She grins. “Respectful, I like that. Your moms taught you well.”
My hands skim up her curves, dancing over the tops of her breasts. “They also taught me to get enthusiastic consent before making any moves.”
“Yeah?” She reaches behind her and in a blink, her dress crumples around her waist and her bra snaps off. Tossing her hair behind her shoulder, she looks up at me through those black-rimmed glasses and my cock hardens to steel. “Enthusiastic enough for you?”
I growl and bend my head to draw a stiff peak into my mouth, but her fingers tighten in my hair and she holds me back.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she murmurs softly. “I’m in charge, remember? And tonight, I want first taste.” Then she leans in, presses hot kisses to my throat and slides her hands over my stomach, pausing on my belt. “May I?”
“You have my enthusiastic consent,” I rasp. “To do whatever it is you please.”
My belt is undone and ripped free of my loops in record time. Then she frees my cock and gives it a rough, long stroke that makes my hips jerk forward.
“Jesus, fuck.”
“Jonas, I’m going to let you in a on another secret.”
“What?”
“I never do this. I don’t hook up with strangers, I don’t engage in risky behavior. I don’t fuck people ten years younger than me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say, swallowing hard when she gives my cock another squeeze. “I’m the exception to your rules.”
She grins at me and my blood catches fire, making my knees wobble with the desire to kneel before my goddess.
“I’m game for whatever you want to do.”
“That’s just it, Jonas. I want to do it all. With you.” Then she lowers her head over my cock and I nearly burst at the first lick of her tongue. “You can be my little boy toy and I’ll be your Mistress.”
Oh fuck.
“I like the sound of that. Mistress.”
She tightens her grip around me and flicks her tongue against my tip, collecting the bead of moisture glistening there. “It’s only for tonight. One night only. You can address me as Mistress, never ma’am. If anything we do isn’t something you’d consent to, just say Shakespeare and I’ll stop. That can be your safe word.”
My heart stutters in my chest. One night? I already know I’m going to need more than just one night with this goddess, but when her lips wrap around me, a wave of pleasure has me rutting into her mouth and I focus on making the most of our night together.
I mean to tell her later, but I never get the chance.
Because after we’ve used up three condoms and came multiple times each, I fall asleep with her in my arms.
And when I wake up, Felicity is gone.