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  He just stood there and watched helplessly as she moved her finger from her mouth and placed it on his bottom lip, wiping it gently from one edge to the other. “There you go. How do they taste?”

  If it weren’t for the fact that testicles couldn’t just explode from sheer joy, Chase’s balls would’ve popped like a firecracker on the fourth of July. He swallowed and subsequently choked, prompting Jess to laugh and scull her drink, the red liquid quickly disappearing from the clear cup.

  “I love this song!” she shouted, squatting down to place her empty cup on the ground. She turned toward the stage and threw her hands above her head.

  The crowd roared to life as the other members of the band entered the stadium. “Hello, Chicago!” Jet Stone hollered into the microphone. “Is it fucking hot enough in here for you?”

  “No!” Jess and everyone else in the room screamed back.

  “Well, let’s heat things up then. Rei, what do you say?” He pointed to the lead guitarist.

  Rei stepped up on the platform where Sawyer sat behind his drum kit. He acknowledged the drummer with a smile before playing a few chords, strumming and plucking the strings as if he were put on this planet solely to do so.

  “And what about you, Theo?” Jet swung his arm in the direction of the bass guitarist, Theo’s tall, intimidating stature all that was needed to assert his presence in the group. The guy was fucking huge.

  “And you’ve already heard my man, Sawyer,” Jet took a quick drink of water after pointing to the drummer.

  Sawyer launched into a drum lift, accompanied by Jet’s smooth vocals and Rei’s enthusiastic licks. Chase and Jess sang along, firing flirtatious smiles at one another, reiterating that the night ahead looked to be fun, hot and full of good music.

  ***

  ‘You have the sexiest lips I’ve ever seen. I want to fucking taste them.’ For the past hour, Jess had tried to get Chase’s declaration out of her head.

  She’d failed.

  Miserably.

  What was more shocking was how she’d reacted to the words. But wow…his lip had felt so soft and tempting beneath her finger, and the surge of adrenalin that had ignited within her was nothing short of incredible.

  In the two years she had been with Ben, she’d never felt anything like that. Not even during their first kiss. She’d loved him, sure, but it was a marshmallow type of love. Care Bears and cupcakes, and the love of a couple who’d not known sexual fire to begin with and had therefore grown complacent and…bored. Jess was tired of that sappy love. She no longer wanted fluffy cuddles and forehead-pecks. She wanted raw, unadulterated lust. She wanted toes curling, hands groping and tongues sweeping whatever surface was available to them. She wanted hot, unpredicted, spontaneous sex. And she knew exactly with whom she wanted to have it.

  “So, do you have a girlfriend?” she asked, leaning in and raising her voice above the music while keeping her eyes on the stage.

  “No! Do you?”

  She smiled at the suggestive tone in his voice, but didn’t divert her gaze. “You’d like that, huh?”

  “What guy wouldn’t?”

  “My father.”

  Chase burst into laughter. “True! So, do you… have a girlfriend?” he asked again, playfulness still present in his tone.

  “No, but maybe one day,” she shouted, stepping back to create some much needed space. “I’m thinking of jumping ship. Men are assholes.”

  Jess turned to face Chase, her smile challenging, her hips swaying. His eyes locked on her swirling pelvis. Jess followed his stare, his obvious desire spurring her to heighten her provocative dancing by adding the glide of her hands up her sides and neck until they rested on her head. “Are you an asshole, Chase?”

  “Yes…I mean no,” he stuttered, switching his gaze from her hands to her face..

  “Are you sure about that?”

  “Yes!”

  “Then tell me what you’re thinking?”

  His eyes snapped from her face to her hips. “That I want you to move like that while my cock is inside you.”

  This time Jess burst into laughter, but trailed off when she realised he wasn’t kidding. Her pussy stirred, and she found herself wanting nothing more than to fuck a complete stranger with great teeth and hair. “You do, do you?” she asked, one eyebrow raised, bottom lip clamped between her teeth.

  Slowly swallowing the distance between them, Chase stepped behind her, pressed his chest to her back and slid his hands onto her swaying hips. His closeness took Jess by surprise, but she didn’t shy away. She melted into to him as soft warm lips brushed the top of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

  “Yes, I do. In and then out, in and then out, over and over until you scream my name.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth. “Something tells me you want that too.”

  Jess’s eyelids fluttered, arousal overpowering her ability to keep them open. Just the mere effort to continue to breathe and remain upright while pressed against his strong, hard chest and undulating pelvis was excruciating. His mouth and hands felt good. His words felt good. He just felt…good.

  Unable to help herself, she placed her hands over his and held them to her, so that she could increase the swirling motion and rub her ass against his cock.

  It thickened behind her almost instantly. “Fuck!” he groaned, flexing his fingers and tightening his grip.

  The heightened pressure on Jess’s body had her dropping her head back onto his shoulder, baring the skin of her neck in the hope he would taste what she was offering. She’d liked the feel of his lips on her ear and wanted that same wet, warm softness on her neck, on her mouth, everywhere.

  “You smell so good,” he murmured, dragging the tip of his nose up the side of her neck before travelling back down that same path with his tongue. “Do you smell this good all over?”

  Jess shuddered and sucked in a deep breath. “Oh, God.”

  “Fuck, you’re sexy. I want to hear you moan my name when my face is buried between your legs.” He groaned before nibbling her shoulder.

  She gasped, stepped forward, spun around to face him, and steadied her balance by placing her hands on the railing behind her. “Holy Shit! What are we doing? I don’t even know you.”

  “Babe, I don’t know you either but, whatever the fuck this is,” he said, closing the gap between them and placing his hands on either side of her face, “It’s fucking awesome.”

  Lips found lips and tongue found tongue. Jess’s hands left the railing with frenzied speed to entwine in Chase’s hair, what she’d wanted ever since bumping into him in the queue outside. God, this is insane.

  Their mouths melded together, tongues laving one another’s between heavy breaths. Fingers searched for a place to settle. Jess wanted Chase’s fingers on her nipples, to pinch and roll them between his thumb and forefinger. Peaked, prime and firm, her nipples begged for just the slightest touch. So did her pussy. She was wet, turned on, and her inner muscles contracted for something to grip onto—something like his cock.

  ‘What the Hell am I doing?’

  Realising how completely absurd the heated groping they were both engaged in among the crowd was, she placed her hands on his chest and slowly pushed him back to separate their lips. “Slow down,” she breathed out. “I’m seconds away from fucking you right here, right now. And I’m not that kind of girl.” Jess turned to face the stage, embarrassed by her boldness and subsequent guilt.

  Seconds later, she felt his body press to her back and watched as his hands found the rail, caging her into his arms. “I never thought you were. I’m sorry,” he whispered into her ear.

  “Don’t be sorry. You’ve made me feel for the first time in a long time. It just…it just doesn’t make sense.”

  Chase released his hand from the railing and placed it on her lower abdomen. He splayed his fingers and tightened his grip, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Does it have to make sense? All I know is I want to make you feel more, feel everything.”
/>   As Jess let those words sink in, The Screaming Tuesdays began to play their first ballad for the night. It was a soft, sensual song of heartache and despair, Rei’s talented fingers plucking out the tune on his acoustic guitar. The Screaming Tuesdays’ music had always possessed Jess’s mind and body. The lyrics spoke to her as if written for her.

  She closed her eyes and rested her head against Chase’s. Standing there, in a stranger’s arms, swaying just slightly to the beautiful melody of a love song was oddly natural and comforting and, in that moment, she wondered about the stars; if it was fate. She’d never really given much thought to such a notion before; her life had already been mapped out. School, college, medical school, marriage, babies. She and Ben had talked about forever. They’d made the perfect plan. A safe plan, a sure thing—love.

  Love? Pfft…it was a fucking unicorn, that’s what it was—complete and utter bullshit.

  Shuffling in Chase’s arms, Jess turned to face him, draped her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily. Fuck it. She didn’t care if he was a stranger. Didn’t care that they’d only just met, and she didn’t care the pressure on her pubic bone was his erection. All she cared about was finally feeling.

  Dropping one hand between them, she discreetly cupped his solid cock and gave it a firm squeeze, making Chase groan into her mouth.

  “You want to?” she mumbled around his tongue.

  He pulled away, a little shocked. “Want to what?”

  “Do. You. Want. To. Fuck?”

  “Can Rei play the shit out of a guitar?”

  Jess laughed mildly in agreement. “Yeah, he can.”

  “Then yes, I want to fuck.”

  “Good!” she said, smiling seductively at him before turning around to face the stage again. She directed Chase’s arms back around her, except this time she slipped his hand inside her top and then inside her bra.

  He instantly pressed his fingers into her flesh and squeezed her nipple. “Jess, I swear to fucking God that if we don’t find somewhere to go now, I’ll fuck you here.”

  Her heart’s beat escalated.. “Where do you want to go?” she breathed out, closing her eyes and licking her lips.

  “Anywhere but here.”

  Snapping her eyes open, she scanned the arena. “How about up there?” she said, pointing to the corporate boxes that circulated the tops of the stadium.

  “Done.”

  Jess tilted her head and sucked Chase’s bottom lip into her mouth before letting it go. “Let’s go then.”

  ***

  Chase looked down at his fingers entwined with Jess’s and couldn’t believe what was happening. Jesus fucking Christ! He was about to fuck a gorgeous, extremely funny woman. He couldn’t wait to taste her all over. He wanted to run his tongue up and down her sweet pussy, suck her nipples into his mouth and bury his dick so far inside her that she would never want it removed.

  “In here,” she said, pushing open a door to the stairwell.

  Chase followed behind as Jess began to climb the steps. She was wearing a short leather skirt, white Tuesdays singlet top, and black boots. He enjoyed the view as she took each stair before him, the glimpses between her legs making the thought of tasting her all the more appetising. At the second landing, he couldn’t wait any longer and reached out, grabbing her hips, spinning her around, and lifting up her skirt.

  Black lace panties greeted him.

  “Fuck me,” he groaned, looking up to meet her eyes.

  “That’s the plan,” she giggled.

  The sound of her laughter made him smile, but he wanted to hear her moan more.

  Threading his fingers underneath the seam of her underwear, he moved the material aside to reveal the prettiest fucking pussy he’d ever seen—waxed with a slight glisten that had him gulping and greedy.

  “Like what you see?” The confident and sure-as-shit smile on her face made his balls tingle.

  “Do you need to ask?”

  Jess’s eyebrow rose as she shook her head and, without hesitation, Chase leaned in and slid his tongue along her core, making her gasp in delighted shock.

  “Oh God!” she cried out, gripping his head and lifting her leg to the stair railing.

  Jess tasted like … pussy. Sweet, delicious, warm, wet pussy. She was bare, tight and toned. She was fucking perfect. “Hold this,” he said, directing her hands to hold her panties out of his way.

  She obliged and pulled them aside, so he grabbed her arse, pressed his face against her and shook his head from side to side, flicking his tongue over her clit.

  She cried out again and dug her nails into his scalp.

  Chase closed his eyes, her arousal coating his tongue and nose. She was so fucking wet and he loved it.

  “So good,” she moaned. “Please don’t stop.”

  “I don’t plan to,” he mumbled, opening his eyes so that he could watch her. Her head was tilted back, her mouth open, eyes closed and chest heaving. She was a fucking goddess, a goddess at the tip of his tongue and, not wanting this vision—this moment—to pass by too quickly, he slowed his pace and took his time. He kissed her clit, stretching it with his lips and letting it go.

  “Fucking gorgeous,” he murmured as he stared at her glistening pussy. He gently rimmed her opening with his finger, causing Jess to buck into him.

  “Please! Fuck me. I want to feel you,” she begged.

  “Not yet. This,” he said, once again teasing her opening. “I want to play with this.”

  “Chase, there’s no time to play. Someone could walk in at any moment.”

  “Fuck ‘em.”

  “No! Fuck me. Please!”

  “Soon.” He slid his finger inside her, swirled it around and slid it back out again.

  Jess let go of his hair and braced herself on the railing. Her need for extra support made him smile, so he traced the edge of her pussy with his finger again. He loved to play, to take his time, and to drive a woman crazy.

  “Chase, inside me. Now!”

  Chuckling at her eagerness, he repeated the motion, sliding in, swirling—this time a little longer—and sliding back out again.

  She bucked. “Holy shit! That feels good.”

  “Yeah? Imagine what my cock is gonna feel like.”

  “I wouldn’t have to if you’d just fuck me,” she retorted.

  “So God damn greedy.” He smirked and gave her clit a quick flick of his tongue.

  She rocked into him, begging for more. “Stop fucking teasing me.”

  Growling, because he, too, was done with the tease, he sucked her clit into his mouth and plunged his finger in and out. Fast. Relentlessly.

  “Oh Fuck!” Jess cried out as she came.

  Chase couldn’t wait a second longer and pulled back. Jess’s brow was damp and she was panting heavily, the skin on her knuckles white from the tight grip she had on the railing. The muffled tones of their favourite band echoed through the stairwell. Chase memorised the song, ‘Buried Deep’; it was now his favourite.

  Grabbing a condom from his wallet, he slowly undid his fly, watching Jess come down from her high. She opened her eyes and looked at his cock with pure hunger, and it nearly had him catching his junk right there and then. Mother fucker.

  “Don’t,” she said as he went to tear the condom wrapper. “Not yet.”

  Chase’s hands paused, but soon fell to his sides when Jess’s red lips found the tip of his dick. “Shiiit!” he moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.

  His balls were heavy and full, his cock hard as a fucking rock and being laved by a woman he’d met only hours ago, a woman he never wanted to let out of his sight. “You’re amazing, Jess,” he slurred, when she dragged her tongue down his shaft and engulfed one of his balls with her mouth. She hummed in response, sending a vibration through him, and nearly tipping him over the edge.

  Opening his eyes, Chase watched her lips gliding along his shaft, leaving rouge he hoped would stain. God, she was beautiful, with or without his cock in her mouth.
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  She looked up and blinked, and the smile in her eyes was his undoing. “Fuck!” he said urgently, pulling himself out of her mouth. Chase helped Jess to her feet, firmly placed his hand at the base of her head and slammed his lips to hers. He needed those perfect lips as much as he needed air. Blood red would forever haunt his dreams in the most delicious way possible.

  “Turn around and bend over,” he said, between kisses.

  Jess spun around and did as she was told, resting her tits on the railing and parting her legs invitingly. She glanced back over her shoulder, anticipation clear in her eyes.

  Stepping up behind her, Chase rolled on the condom and teased the opening of her pussy with the head of his cock. She moaned and her head dropped forward.

  He did it again.

  She pushed back.

  His cock slid inside her.

  It was sheer fucking ecstasy.

  ***

  Jess lapsed into a state of bliss and let out a long moan as the walls of her pussy adjusted around him. “Ohhhh…”

  “Fuck, you feel good.” He leaned forward, wrenched up her top and cupped her breasts—nibbling, kissing and licking the skin on her back as he began to glide his cock in and then out. In and then out.

  His deep thrusts were deliberate and controlled. She knew that he wanted her to feel all of him. And she could, every single slide and push.

  “So perfect,” he murmured, flexing his fingers. “Everything about you.”

  Jess let out dismissive laugh. “You don’t know anything about me, Chase.”

  “Yeah?” He let go of her breasts, stood upright and gripped her hips, rocking into her at a quicker pace. “Well, I want to.”

  In and out, in and out.

  She ignored his declaration, his words and actions becoming too much.

  In and out, in and out.

  All Jess wanted in that moment was to feel. To feel the cold of the metal railing that was skimming her nipples with each thrust. To feel the tips of his fingers biting into the flesh of her hips as he held her in place, and to feel his balls slap underneath her ass as he drove into her. That’s what she wanted to feel.

  “There’s nothing to know,” she said quietly.