Chapter 20
TWENTY
JESSE
I’m wiggling in my seat, feeling antsy as hell as the small plane finally touches down on the tarmac.
It’s all I can do to stay in the car. There have been more paparazzi than usual lately, including a few sightings of drones popping up where they shouldn’t be.
Cory and Tad are working on a few strategies to take them down so we can trace the culprits, but in public spaces, there’s not much we can do.
Rumors have been stirring, and while it’s nothing worrisome yet, I don’t want Luc to be put off from getting closer.
The more I have of him, the more I need.
I probably wouldn’t tell him this, because it’s not his responsibility and it’s also probably super weird and would scare him off, but I’ve felt more like myself than I have since we went on our first tour.
And I attribute it mostly to Luc. Talking to him every day, and touching base throughout the day when we are able, keeps me tethered.
It also helps that our schedule is a lot less hectic right now, and being sober definitely helps me appreciate the little things.
I’m not feeling as overwhelmed as I was when we first got back to the states.
Even on our longer stretches of press rounds and concerts, I haven’t gotten to that itchy, overstimulated place where it feels like I’m outgrowing my skin.
More than anything, I feel happy–truly happy–and hopeful for the future. I’m motivated and enjoying life like never before. I look forward to every day that I get to talk to him, and every night brings me one day closer to the next time I’ll see him. I know it’s corny as fuck, but it’s how I feel.
I’m pretty sure I’m in love. Like the gross, swoony fairytale kind.
Right now, I’m so excited that I’m about to vibrate straight through the seat.
I can see him stepping off the stairs that lead down from the jet, and now he’s walking across the tarmac towards the car.
I told him I was sending Cory to pick him up.
The consensus was that it was safer to travel separately, but there was no way I was going to wait even five more minutes, much less half an hour, to get my hands on him.
So, here I am, tucked back in the corner of the limo SUV I originally thought was overkill, but am about to make very good use of.
Let’s just hope Cory doesn’t feel the need to peek back here before letting Luc into the car.
My heartbeat ratchets up the moment I hear voices getting closer. I adjust my position so much that I worry I might be shaking the car. Luc slides in, thanking Cory before the door is closed.
I can’t even manage a hello. For some dumb reason, I feel like I might cry if I try to say anything. Gone is the plan to pose myself all sexy and give him a seductive welcome. Instead, I pounce.
Luc sucks in a little breath of surprise, but recovers quickly, kissing me back and pulling me tightly against him.
Considering I shoved my tongue in his mouth right away, it doesn’t even take a full second before things get heated, and I’m moaning into his mouth, writhing on his lap.
His hand moves up and down my spine before finally settling on my ass.
He pauses and pulls back. “What are you–fucking hell, Jesse–what are you wearing?”
Not much. I’m wearing his jersey, a lacy black jockstrap, and a plug.
“I didn’t want to waste any time,” I say, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth.
He groans and brushes his fingers down my crack, groaning even louder when he touches the plug.
Just one press and the sound of his lust, and I’m on edge already.
“Take it out,” I tell him. “Now. I fucking need you,” I say, slipping a condom and a packet of lube from under the garter strap.
There’s a flurry of movement as we work to get Luc undressed enough.
He unzips his jeans and lifts his hips to push them down his thighs while I remove his jacket.
I press myself closer to him so I can wrap both our cocks in my hand and jerk them together.
I’m not the only one leaking pre-cum like a drippy faucet. I barely need any lube.
My hips rock, both thrusting into my hand around our dicks and pressing back against Luc’s fingers as he teases me. I moan and whimper into his mouth, begging him wordlessly to let me ride his cock all the way to our hotel. I need him inside me.
Not want.
Need.
Now.
Luc slowly removes the plug, but slips it back in, fucking me with it and enjoying the way it pops through my rim. I used a lot of lube, so the wet, squelchy sounds only add to the sex in the air.
“Goddammit, Luc. Please!”
I try to tease him by moving so his shaft is between my cheeks, rubbing up and down.
Finally, he seems to get on my level, writhing against me, cock leaving sticky streams of pre-cum all over my ass.
Then finally, finally, finally he stops teasing me.
He lines his cock up to my hole and holds my hip, guiding me to sink down his length.
We both let out a long, low moan, and I shudder.
“Oh, fuck,” I say, voice trembling. This isn’t going to take long.
I start to move with purpose, needing release. Not just any release though. The release only he can give me. The person he is, this body, this fucking perfect cock. He’s the only one who can make me feel like this. Hot and cold simultaneously. Flushed and frantic.
I ride him hard and fast, Luc rocking his hips up to meet me as I bounce on his cock. I put each hand through the handles on either side of the roof and use them for leverage, not bothering to temper my sounds because I couldn’t even if I tried.
“Fuck, Luc, I’m going to come!” I know it’s fast. We’ve barely been here five minutes, but I was too desperate to make it last, too needy for the feeling he’s giving me, for the wet squelch of my ass slamming down on his cock.
“So. Fucking. Gooood,” I moan, and detonate.
I cry out and my movements stutter, then I’m spraying cum all over Luc, all over his shirt and the expanse of abs showing where his shirt rode up.
Luc moves my hips and rolls up into me until I’m through most of the orgasm, then lifts me up and flips us, moving me to bend over the seat before he thrusts into me again and sets a punishing rhythm.
He fucks me hard and fast, my spent cock pushing out little bursts of more cum that Luc works out of me.
I can tell when he’s getting close, when his body gets tighter and his movements jerkier than usual. He slams his orgasm into me, then holds himself inside and rocks, riding it out.
“So hot. Wet. Ah… Fuck, Jesse. Oh, God.” His orgasm seems to go on forever, pumping what feels like stream after stream of…
Oh.
Oh shit.
When he pulls out and pushes back inside…
It’s wet. Very wet. And when he pulls out all the way and I bear down the slightest bit, I feel his release trickle out of me.
Luc hisses a curse. Instead of freaking out like I worried he might, he pushes his cock back inside me, pulls out until it starts to seep out of me again, and then pushes it back inside me.
He does this again and again, slowly, until he’s fully hard again and fucking me through another orgasm, until I paint the seat and he paints my insides again.
I collapse onto the seat in front of me, wet and sticky with cum, and wince as Luc pulls all the way out. His thumb gently circles my rim, and I figure it’s the least I can do to give him what he seems waiting for. I bear down again and push some of his load out.
Luc makes a sound I can’t describe. It’s a barely-there sound that doesn’t quite fit his deep timber or overall size. Something like a, “hah” crossed with a squeak. A tiny sound of surprise mixed with alarm, considering how he quickly catches the stream and tries to push it back inside me.
I look over my shoulder and find Luc sitting back on his haunches, looking a bit dazed. Does my sweet, gentle, blushing beefcake of a man have a breeding kink?
My fingers actually cross.
“Use the plug,” I rasp, my voice wrecked.
Luc shakes himself out of whatever trance he was in. “Huh?”
“You can use the plug to keep it in, if you like.”
He looks down, searching around for where it might have fallen.
“It’s dirty,” he says, then looks down at himself.
His jeans are pushed down his thighs, cock lolling out, half hard and wet with lube and cum.
The front of his shirt is drenched and he’s all sweaty and flushed, looking thoroughly wrecked.
After realizing the state he’s in, Luc notices we aren’t moving anymore.
I’m not sure how long ago we arrived at the hotel.
Cory is likely standing somewhere nearby, waiting patiently for us to finish what’s obviously happening in here.
Not that he hasn’t been witness to worse, but I’m a different person than I used to be, and I know Luc will probably be embarrassed.
I should probably text the guys to make themselves scarce until I can get him in my room and cleaned up. He will not want to meet everyone like this. I already explained that he’s not much of a people-person and that they shouldn’t grill him or anything, so they already know he’s a bit shy.
“We’re here,” he says.
“It’s okay, there’s no rush. There are probably some antibacterial wipes in here somewhere, or you can just fill me up again once we get upstairs,” I suggest, a smile tugging at my lips.
I don’t want him to think I’m teasing or making fun of him.
The sight of him like this makes the butterflies I always get around him do backflips, and his cock isn’t the only one trying to twitch back to life at the thought of him breeding me like a show dog in heat.