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  Suddenly, Jess felt Chase withdraw. She looked over her shoulder but was spun around and lifted to sit on the railing, her back now supported by the small wall of the next flight of stairs.

  “Don’t tell me there’s nothing to know,” he said, a lustful fury blazing across his features. “There’s plenty to know. And I want to know it all.” He drove back into her, making her cry out and grip his head.

  Chase’s mouth crashed onto hers, a passionate mash of lips, teeth and tongues. She loved the way he kissed her, with want, desire and need. It was empowering, hot, and the most excitement she’d felt in years.

  Dropping her head back against the cool concrete, she followed the tormenting path of his lips as they trailed down her neck, anticipation the sweetest kind of cruelty. Jess loved her breasts being touched, caressed, kissed and sucked.

  “Chase!” she moaned, inhaling deeply and pushing out her chest.

  He moaned in response and wrapped his lips around her nipple, drawing her soft skin into his mouth. Jess was balancing on the edge of ecstasy. He was making her feel everywhere and in every way possible.

  “I—I’m so clos—” she struggled to say, stumbling on her words when Chase unleashed and pistoned into her with a hungry need.

  In out, in out, in out.

  Her eyes pressed shut, jaw dropped. The walls of her pussy clenched his cock as she came, Chase too, reached climax and came with a growl, squeezing her tits and plunging his tongue into her open mouth.

  Jess saw stars, flashing lights, chequered flags and fireworks, a bomb of sexual bliss detonating within her. Boom!

  “Holy fuck!” she panted, desperate for air. “That was—was—”

  “Fucking awesome!”

  “Yeah.” She laughed, light slowly filtering into her eyes as her eyelids parted, a blissful smile chased from her face when the sound of a door opening two floors below interrupted them.

  “Shit!” Jess pushed Chase back and pulled down her top and skirt. She quickly fixed her hair, giggling as she watched Chase poke his deflating cock into his pants.

  He stepped up to her, grabbed the back of her head, and kissed her passionately—the press of his lips and swipe of his tongue quick and purposeful. Regardless of his ferocity, the kiss held intent, meaning—a message. “We’ll be doing this again. And soon,” he said, breaking away and zipping up his fly.

  “Really? Says who?” She raised her eyebrow, peering down the gap between the stairwell. She saw thick black boots, trousers and jingling keys. Her eyes widened. “Shit!” she whispered. “It’s a security guard.”

  Chase grabbed her hand and led her up the next flight of stairs, pushing open an exit door, the sound of The Screaming Tuesdays increasing in volume as they stepped into the arena.

  A few metres inside, Jess stopped in her tracks and looked back at the door. “Oh my God! I can’t believe I just did that!”

  Chase stopped with the pull of Jess’s arm. “I can!” he said with big grin, bringing her hand to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles.

  She looked at her hand, at his lips and then into his eyes, her tears threatening to show themselves. “I’ve never done anything like that in my entire life,” she admitted, guilt constricting her chest.

  His smile faltered, his kissing paused. “Do you regret it?”

  Jess could see the uncertainty in his eyes so draped her hands around his neck and pressed her lips to his. “No. I don’t. It was great. Just what I needed, actually.”

  “Good,” he sighed, exhaling and flashing his perfect teeth. “But if you did regret it, there’s plenty more stairwells in this joint. I’m sure I could try and convince you otherwise.”

  “Oh, in that case, yes I do regret it.” Jess tried to bite back her playful deceit but failed.

  “Really? Noted. But first things first,” he said, brushing hair from out of her eye and sliding his tongue into her mouth, gently tasting her before pulling back. “The Tuesdays. I paid good money to see them.”

  “Ha! I beg to differ.” She accepted his tongue yet again.

  “I did! Still have no idea where that ticket went.”

  “Liar! You never had one.”

  He chuckled while still kissing her. “I did! Fuckin’ swear it.”

  “Sure!”

  Shaking his head, he took hold of her hand. “Come on, you. Let’s get back to our seats before the concert ends.”

  ***

  Jess and Chase found another stairwell and walked down to their level. Chase loved the pink shade her cheeks had turned when he asked if she’d like a replay.

  “I just have to quickly freshen up, okay?” she said, heading in the direction of the bathroom.

  Chase nodded, “sure,” and watched her disappear through the door. War waged over whether he should head to the bathroom as well. He did, after all, have to remove the condom still stuck to his cock.

  Fuck! What if she does a runner and I never see her again?

  Nah, she seemed all right. Wasn’t freaked, was happily fucked. I did good. Made her come. Nah, she won’t run. He pushed through the door, quickly binned the condom and took a piss. When he exited, he noticed she wasn’t waiting for him.

  He sighed in relief—thinking he’d made good time—and waited by the wall. A few minutes ticked by and she still hadn’t re-emerged. He anxiously tapped his fingers against the concrete wall behind him. He didn’t know whether to push the door open a little and call out to see if she was okay or continue to wait impatiently. Was it creepy to stick his head in? Or chivalrous?

  Opting just to play it safe and wait, Chase pulled out his phone and typed a quick message to Tyler.

  Chase: Best fuckin sex of my life

  Tyler:Bullshit

  Chase: Dude, I’m not lying

  Tyler: If I didn’t see it, it didn’t happen

  Chase: You’re a dick

  Tyler: At least I’ve got one

  Shaking his head, he placed the phone back in his pocket, more pissed off now than before. Maybe she went back to our seats? Chase clung to that small thread of hope, frayed but still intact. He jogged to the arena doors, head down, gut in knots. He’d never been in this position before. Never fucked someone after knowing her a couple of hours. Son of a bitch! I should’ve told her that. She probably thinks I’m some male slut and she was just another name to add to my list.

  He cursed his stupidity and finally looked up to find both seats vacant.

  She wasn’t there.

  She’d fucked and chucked.

  Chase had been played.

  He was gutted. He’d never been screwed and then dumped. In fact, he’d never done the screwing and dumping either. Yeah, he’d had a couple of one-night stands, but the departure the following day had always been mutual. Not like this. And not after the most exhilarating sex he’d ever had. How the fuck was he supposed to move on from that?

  Slumping down in the seat, he rested his head in his hands and looked down at his feet. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He’d known something wasn’t right the moment she’d hastily retreated to the toilet. He’d felt her reluctance—her regret. She’d withdrawn.

  “You stupid fucking douche canoe,” he muttered to himself, his head still in his hands.

  Feeling this devastated after a fuck was foreign territory. Any other time, he would’ve been grateful that he’d dipped his dick in sweet pussy, that no lingering awkwardness had followed as a result, and that he could call Tyler and shamelessly taunt the dickhead with his sexual encounter. But this time it was different. Jess was different. What he’d just experienced was different. And without sounding like some pansy-ass fairy tale, Jess just seemed too good to be true. “Fucked and chucked,” he said a little too loudly, shaking his head in disappointed disbelief.

  “What?”

  At the sound of Jess’ voice, Chase looked up to see her standing over him with a beer. She tilted her head to the side, curiously, and went to hand him the plastic cup.

  The weight of despair va
nished. He rose to his feet with lightning fast impatience, wasting no time in pressing his lips to hers and placing his hand on the small of her back, pushing her body against his. Chase wanted Jess to feel what he felt, to know that he wanted nothing more in that moment than to have her in his arms and her tongue in his mouth. She was never a once-off fuck and never would be.

  “Wow!” she said, pulling back from him and holding the drinks at bay.

  Chase took his beer from her. “I’m sorry, Jess. I didn’t mean to give you the impression that I do this kind of thing all the time.”

  “What thing?”

  “You know, the whole once-off-fuck-a-stranger thing. I’m not that guy.”

  She took a sip of her red girly drink, a knowing smile on her face. “I never thought you were.”

  “Then why’d you run off?”

  “I didn’t. I figured the least I could do was buy the guy who’d just given me the best sex of my life a drink.”

  Chase nearly spat his mouthful. “The best sex of your life?”

  “Well…yeah.” Jess dropped her gaze and nervously played with her drink cup.

  He studied her for a moment before reaching out and tilting her chin in his direction. “I agree,” he said, leaning into her and teasing the tip of her earlobe with his tongue. “I think we can do much better though.”

  She sucked in a breath of air, her eyelids fluttering. Everything she did was a major turn on. He wanted more, more flushes of pink skin, fidgeting in the seat and awkward attempts to swallow. He wanted to wind her up so tightly that, when he finally allowed her to uncoil, she would spiral into sexual bliss.

  “In fact, I think we can do much better, now—at my place.”

  Jess’s eyelids flung open. She blinked a couple of times before focussing on his face. “Now?”

  “Yeah. The Tuesdays are about to wrap up. Look…Sawyer is tossing his sticks into the crowd.”

  Just as Chase pointed out the drummer’s closing performance ritual, one of the drumsticks sailed through the air toward them, prompting him to leap forward. Beer splashed over his jeans and arms, but he didn’t care. He wanted that drumstick. He wanted it for Jess, because she loved the fucking talented son of a bitch it belonged to.

  Stretching forward over the railing, he snatched the stick, practically punching the guy in general admission below in the head when he’d jumped up to intercept.

  “Fuck yeah!” Chase yelled, waving the stick in the air and spinning around to face Jess.

  She was stunned—and saturated with beer.

  “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he said with a laugh, kneeling down so that he could wipe her lap, arms and face.

  Jess just sat and stared at him. Chase slowed his frantic wiping and gently cleared a couple of beer drips from her cheeks before offering her the drumstick. “Here. I got this for you.”

  She cracked up laughing. “Yes! I see that!” Jess accepted the stick and kissed Chase on the lips, stopping momentarily to whisper in his ear. “Now take me to your place. I need to remove these clothes.”

  “No, you don’t. I do,” he said with an eyebrow waggle, standing and hauling Jess up with him.

  ***

  After exiting the arena, Chase stopped where his motorcycle was parked and collected his jacket from a compartment underneath the passenger seat, draping it around Jess’s shoulders when she shivered it the now cool night air.

  “Thanks. I didn’t think to bring one,” she said, poking her hands through the arms of the jacket and placing them inside the pockets.

  Chase winked and hugged her to his side, furrowing his brow when she frowned in confusion before displaying a shit-eating grin. “What?” he asked, her expression strange.

  “Oh my God! You’ll never guess.”

  “What? Never guess what?”

  Pulling her hand out, she held up Chase’s ticket to the concert. “This! It’s been in your jacket pocket the whole time.”

  He took it from her and ripped it to pieces. “Well, thank fuck for that.”

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  Title: Secret Confessions: Backstage—Chase

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