10
Leah
I hadn’t been sure if the pizza thing was a good idea. I had spent the whole day trying to focus on my work, but in the back of my mind, I couldn’t seem to quit thinking about the best way to conspire to see Jayson again.
There were so many different options. Should I show up at another of his band’s shows? But I wasn’t a groupie, and I didn’t want him to think I was. Nor did I really want to see Carter again and maybe accidentally give him the impression that I was there for him. Besides, I didn’t even know the band’s name. I hadn’t caught it the night before, and I wasn’t about to ask Piper or anyone else at work.
That wasn’t really any sort of option, unfortunately. So what could I do?
The only other things I knew about Jayson were where he lived and the fact that he was a dude. That didn’t give me many options, but dudes were always down for food, weren’t they? Besides, it would seem like the perfect response to his attempts to cure my hangover. If he wasn’t interested, if nothing else happened, if this morning had been a mistake, then we could forget all about it and move on with our lives.
I didn’t think that morning had been a mistake, though. Neither, it appeared, had Jayson.
I knew the minute he followed me back to my place that we were going to pick up where things had left off that morning. We weren’t just there so that we could keep from waking up Jayson’s bandmate; we were there so that he wouldn’t find out that I lived next door, so that he wouldn’t find out about Jayson and me.
There was something sexy about sneaking around like that. As though we were doing something truly naughty, something just a little bit dangerous.
I had never been the kind of girl to go for the bad boys, and I had sworn that there was no way that I was going to get with a rock star. But I suppose if you were going to have a fling like that, then LA was definitely the place for it. And Jayson was clearly the one to have a fling like that with.
His experience was immediately apparent. But it didn’t make me feel uncomfortable or self-conscious even though I knew that my fumblings back home had nothing on him. The kiss was full of raw heat, passion, and desire and not a single ounce of logic or uncertainty. I leaned into it, gasping as he felt me up through my shirt, his fingers strong and sure.
He grinned against my mouth, like he was amused at how turned on he could get me.
We never made it to my bedroom. Instead, the next thing I knew, I was sprawled out on the couch, Jayson stripping off my clothing and kissing his way along each new inch of my flesh that he uncovered along the way. It was overwhelming, the way he stimulated me. His hands, his lips, his tongue were everywhere all at once. His hot breath made me shiver as it breezed across my naked skin.
I ached to be filled by him, ached to have him pin me down and fuck me, bring me to the brink and carry me over. I had never felt this desperate with desire before. Was it just that no one had focused so intently on me before, or was there something more to it than that?
I trembled as delicious pleasure spilled through me. I had been so close already that morning with his mouth on me, and as much as I had wanted to, I hadn’t given in to touching myself, in spite of how much time I had spent thinking about him. I knew that anything else would be unsatisfactory, would only leave me unsated and unfulfilled.
Now, though, I was wondering if maybe it would have been better to give myself that release, even if it wasn’t a true release at all. Maybe it would have made me a little less desperate, held me back from the brink for a little bit longer. As it was, I could barely breathe by the time he pressed his cock into me, and it was only a matter of time before we were both throbbing with intense energy.
He thrust his hips and I lifted to meet his movements.
“Jesus, you feel so good Leah,” Jayson breathed against my ear.
I locked my legs around his waist and pulled in deeper, my pussy spasming around him as I came apart.
“Yeah, that’s it. Just like that,” he growled as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm.
I pulled his mouth back to mine and kissed him deeply, his tongue sweeping over mine.
“Harder, please,” I begged him as I came up for air.