Chapter 34
Thirty-Four
JADE
The show tonight is electric. All of the guys are in perfect sync with each other. The crowd is so tuned in and amazing. I can see the energy coursing through the guys as they play off each other throughout the performance.
Stone takes every opportunity to wink at Hazel, but I barely notice their constant flirtation because my eyes stay locked on Xander. He spends much of the show angled in a way that allows us to make regular, brief eye contact. Every look shared between us feels like a promise.
As the show ends and they take their final bow, I move aside so the crew can immediately start breaking down the stage.
A familiar arm wraps around me from behind and pulls me into the closest private space.
The door closes, and I’m pressed against the wall of what smells like a cleaning supply closet.
Xander’s lips close over mine in a frenetic, hungry kiss. I match his energy, sinking my fingers into his sweat-dampened hair. Our lips and tongues tangle together, the metal ball on his tongue teasing me. He grows hard between us as our bodies press together.
His hand slides down my hip to the hem of my skirt. My skin tingles everywhere that his fingertips glide over. He smiles against my lips when he feels the top of my stockings. I may or may not have chosen to wear this lingerie set for his enjoyment, not that I’d feed his ego by telling him that.
“Is this for me?” He slides his fingers under the straps connecting my stockings to the garter belt.
“No.” My head falls back against the wall when he runs a finger along the wet lace covering my pussy.
“Pity.” His finger slides under the lace and immediately finds my clit. “But judging by how wet you already are, I’m not sure I believe you.”
“It’s November. The stockings keep me warm.” I gasp as he circles my throbbing nub. “Fuck. Fuck, keep going.”
“It’s Florida, not Michigan.”
His other hand runs along the wall until he finds a light switch. The fluorescent light filters down over us as he pulls back to watch my face as he slides his finger back and inside me. I lose myself in the dark depths of his eyes until he adds another finger and my own close in pleasure.
The air swirls between us as he drops to his knees and pushes my skirt up and into my hands. “Don’t let this drop,” he commands, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder.
His fingers hook around my thong and pull it to the side. The heat of his mouth covers my pussy. I cry out as he fucks me with his tongue, dragging his piercing up and down the front of my walls. He circles my clit faster and faster until my legs begin to tremble.
I desperately want to grab him by the hair and bring his mouth higher to my clit. There’s nothing that feels as good as his tongue.
“Xander,” I whimper his name as he continues to devour my cunt like it’s his last meal. I bunch the skirt in one hand, wrinkles be damned, and fist his hair.
His head tilts back, a cocky smirk on his face. “Yes, love?”
“I need more.”
“More what?”
I want to smack the grin off his face. He pushes to his feet, towering above me. His thick erection strains against the denim separating us. I squeeze it over the fabric, a thrill rippling through me when he moans and his hips jerk into my touch.
“Fuck me.”
I slip the button at his waist back through the loop and drag the zipper down. The head of his cock emerges, and I run my thumb over the slit of his crown. A bead of pre-cum has formed.
He watches with hooded, hungry eyes as I bring the pad of my thumb to my mouth and suck. The earthy flavor of him bursts on my tongue as he spins me to a waist-high cabinet. He presses my face to the cool metal and nudges my feet apart.
“These are pretty panties.” He drags a finger along the edge. “They look expensive.”
I give him a sharp glare over my shoulder, about to warn him that they are in fact quite expensive and to be careful.
Instead of getting those words out, the sound of lace tearing fills the air.
He flashes his dimple and stuffs the ruined thong into his pocket before pushing his jeans down his hips.
He enters me in one slow, deep thrust. I release a deep breath as he bottoms out inside me. I press back against him, needing more. More movement. More pleasure. More everything. He wraps his hands around my hips and looks down as he pulls nearly all the way out of me.
“I wish you could see how your cum coats my cock. Fucking gorgeous.” His tempo increases ever so slowly, like he’s drawing the moment out.
One of my hands braces on the cabinet, and the other covers his hand, my fingers curling between his. “Harder, please.” I drop my head and rock my hips back to meet his.
“Because you asked so nicely.” His lips ghost over the back of my neck in one last gentle caress.
Then he unleashes himself. I cry out as his hips meet my ass with each fast, powerful thrust of his cock inside me.
He covers my mouth with one of his palms. His other hand slides around to my clit.
He tightens his hold over my mouth as he plays me like his bass, fingers working me in tandem with the steady thrusts of his dick.
Searing heat builds from the back of my thighs into my core as my orgasm crests.
I bite down on his palm to keep from screaming.
I’ve never felt a release this powerful from sex.
My pussy milks his cock as wave after wave of bliss ricochets through me.
I collapse bonelessly onto the cool metal surface beneath me as he goes back to holding my hips.
He pumps into me ruthlessly and comes with a long moan.
His warmth fills me as he braces himself over me.
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into a standing position, his cock still buried inside me.
It’s my turn to moan as the angle causes his still twitching dick to press against my g-spot.
He fists my hair, tilting my head back, so he can claim my mouth.
The sound of the voices in the hall breaks the spell we’re both under. I feel bereft as he slides out of me. He tucks himself away and closes his pants, but as I begin to smooth my skirt back down, he stops me.
My eyes flare as he drops back down to his knees at my feet and runs his fingertips up the back of my legs.
At the bare skin right above my stockings, he drags them around and to my inner thighs.
He gathers the cum running down my legs from my pussy and pushes it back inside.
Our eyes stayed locked as he gently fixes my skirt.
“Your job is to keep as much as my cum inside your pussy as you can on the ride to the hotel.”
“What do I get if I do a good job?” My fingers sink into his shirt.
“You’ll have to wait and see.” He kisses my nose. “I’ll go out first, then you can follow.”
I grab a roll of paper towels to wipe what I can off.
My skirt is lined, but I’m not sure if it’ll stand up to cum leaking from my bare pussy on the drive back to the hotel.
After doing the best I can, I wad up the trash and shove it in my bag.
I breathe a sigh of relief when there’s no one in the hallway as I walk out of the closet.
Stone is standing with his arm slung around Hazel’s shoulders at the exit. Tobias, Xander, their bodyguards, and Darren are already out there. I’m curious why Stone hasn’t gone out yet, but I’m still irritated with his lies the other night, so I’m not going to ask.
“Where have you been?” he asks.
I look at him through narrowed eyes. “None of your business.”
His lips tilt into a smirk. “Right,” he says suspiciously. “Funny that Xander said the same thing.”
Hazel elbows him. “Leave her alone. Go see your fans and sign some autographs.”
He pushes the door open but not before laying a long, lingering kiss on her lips. She’s blushing when he pulls away and winks. As soon as he’s out the door and we’re alone, her attention turns to me.
“Were you with Xander?” she asks.
After the slightest hesitation, I decide to confide in her. If Stone knows, she likely does, too. “Yes.”
“I knew it.” She bounces on her feet excitedly. “How long?”
“It’s pretty new.”
“I love that. A real life second chance romance.” She swoons.
“It’s no fairy tale,” I reply while watching the guys interact with their fans. “Our rides just showed up.”
Sure enough, Hazel’s assigned bodyguard comes and opens the door for us. He leads us between the barriers lined with screaming fans and to the first waiting SUV. We settle into the back row, and Stone and Xander follow.
The ride back is quiet. This tour is so different from others I’ve been on.
They used to party all night following a show.
Now they settle into the quiet, occasionally ribbing each other over a missed note or something else equally mundane.
I’ll take the reprieve of this any day over catching glimpses of them hooking up with random groupies.
Xander was pretty good about keeping his hookups off my radar in the past. Stone and Tobias, not so much. I’ve probably seen their dicks more than I have Xander’s. Then again, I made avoiding him a major part of my job the past few years. Traveling on the bus with security helped greatly with that.
When we get to the hotel, I let Hazel go first. Stone helps her step out, and they link fingers as they walk into the lobby. Xander walks behind me and chats with Hans. Honestly, it’s nice that he’s back there in case I have a wet spot from his cum leaking out onto my skirt.
The security team is on the floor below us since the hotel we’re staying at is a smaller, boutique property.
As soon as the elevator door slides closed behind them, Xander slides an arm around my waist and pulls me against his front.
I stiffen reflexively but then relax at the goofy ass grins on Stone and Hazel’s faces.
“I love this.” Stone points at the two of us. “You’re welcome.”
I scowl at him. “I’m still pissed at you for lying to me.”
“I’m not.” Xander bumps fists with Stone.
“Don’t tell anyone else,” I say as the doors open. “I’m not ready, and there’s too much happening with the meeting in Atlanta and whatever’s going on with Tobias.”
“We won’t say a word.” Hazel hugs me. “But at least you can be open around us.”
Xander unlocks his door and pushes it open for me.
Before I can even slip my shoes off, he’s pushed me against the wall.
His lips cover mine as he lifts my cashmere sweater, only breaking the kiss to pull it over my head.
My fingers hook under his shirt, pushing it up, and he quickly yanks it over his head, dropping it to the floor with mine.
One of his hands snakes around my back and unhooks my bra while the other finds my skirt’s zipper and pulls it down.
Within seconds I’m standing in nothing but my garter belt, stockings, and heels.
He grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me, walking us over to the bed. Instead of dropping me onto the mattress first, he sits with me still in his arms. He breaks the kiss and slides out from beneath me, laying down on the bed.
“Get up here and sit on my face so I can taste us,” he rasps.
My pussy clenches in anticipation. I let my shoes drop before crawling up this body. His hands squeeze my ass as he pulls me up to where he wants me. My body seizes at the first swipe of his tongue along my slit.
Thank fuck this bed has a headboard I can hook my fingers around.
His tongue laps at my clit, alternating between flicks and circles while I grind against his face.
I reach down and pinch one of my nipples as he slides two fingers inside me and hooks them forward.
My body is still so sensitive from earlier that the pleasure rippling through me is nearly overwhelming.
I come hard and fast as his mouth continues its filthy assault on my cunt.
He could stop breathing, and I wouldn’t notice as long as his fingers were still deep inside me.
I bite down on my lip and lift my body from his face.
His hands withdraw from my still trembling pussy and undo his pants.
Our eyes never leave each other’s as he lifts his hips and pushes the denim covering them down his thighs.
I slide down his body and wrap my fist around his cock. The muscles of his abdomen ripple beneath me as he draws a trembling breath through his cum-coated lips. I position him at my entrance and slide down his length slowly until he’s fully sheathed inside me.
“Fuck,” he moans as I start to rock my hips forward.
A powerful feeling rolls through me as I cup my breasts and pinch my nipples.
His cock jerks inside me at the sight of me above him, taking what I want.
Keeping the same rocking of my hips I lift and sink along his shaft.
He palms my hips, helping support me as I ride him.
I cry out when he stretches his thumb to play with my clit.
My pussy clenches around him as our eyes stay locked together.
As heat and pleasure build inside me, I drop my hands to brace myself on his body, speeding up my movements and chasing the release I feel barreling through me.
My fingernails sink into his skin, and his orgasm erupts through him.
Hot spurts of cum fill me from his throbbing dick.
My orgasm hits me with just as much force.
I ride him over every wave of bliss and through the smaller ripples of pleasure that follow.
Once both our bodies stop jerking and pulsing, I collapse onto his chest. His heart hammers beneath my ear as his arms wrap around my back and his fingers slide into my hair.
I could stay here forever and die happy.