~After Radio Company's first show, Jensen is flushed with excitement and needs to channel it into something... extra fun...~
Jensen Ackles x Reader
1,387 Words
Warnings: NSFW. Oral and Otherwise. ;)
A/N: This was a Tell Me About... ask that I went off the rails with. You're welcome ;)
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The adrenaline is rampant; his hair is damp. Jensen’s face is flushed, lips a deep ruby, eyes wild and crazed.
He stinks of sweat and bourbon and his breath is hot. He’s near to panting as he tugs you into an empty room backstage and spins to wrap you in his arms.
“Fuck, Jen- you were amazing!” You beam up at him and he’s as giddy as a child on Christmas morning. “It was so, so good, baby. So good.”
He blushes hard and licks his lips; body still vibrating from the stage.
Both your ears are ringing, but neither of you seems to mind. It was all worth the hearing loss- the show was incredible.
“I was so nervous,” he admits, running a hand back through his long hair. “Did it show? You couldn’t tell could you?”
You could, but he didn’t need to know. “You were so amazing, Jensen,” you say again. “I am so fucking proud of you.”
He exhales deeply, settling down. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Of course. You think I’d miss my favorite band’s very first show?”
A laugh tickles your throat but there’s no space to let it grow. Jensen attacks, pulling you close with a big hand flat between your shoulder blades. He licks at your mouth and you let him in; his kiss is hungry, laced with emotion. You melt against him and he lets out a heavy moan when your tits press into his chest.
“Fuck…” He pulls back, green eyes lidded and reflecting the strips of light pulsing from around the door. “Want you so bad…”
There’s a ton of people outside and in the green room proper. You can hear them milling about in the hallway, congratulating themselves and drinking. The sweet smell of marijuana lingers in the air and you breathe deeply, letting the drugs mingle with Jensen’s faded cologne and fog your mind.
“Yeah?” You reach a hand up to hook around the nape of his neck, let your fingertips dance through the shorter hairs there.
He nods, half gone already with lust and excitement. You can feel him growing in his slacks and you rock your hips forward, rubbing gently. Lightly, you scratch across his scalp and his eyes roll.
“Please…”
Desperation leaks into his voice and your pussy flutters at the sound.
“Makes me so hot when you beg for it, Jen…”
His lips curl into a sleek half smile- he knows. But it’s still true. He wants you, needs you.
Pushing up on your toes, you lick at his bottom lip, tug it snug between your teeth and drink down his raspy moan.
“You’re makin’ me crazy, Y/N/N.”
He reaches for you, ready to snatch the shirt off your back, but you swat him away and give him a hard shove. He stumbles, face dropping in a look of shock.
“Wha-”
You cut him off with another shove to his chest and he lets out a huff when his back hits the wall.
“Oh…”
He smirks and you suck the smile off his plump lips, drag your hands down over the black cotton tee he’s nearly sweated through. His belt is loose already and you take no time whipping it from its place and tossing it aside. His jaw hangs open when your hand slides inside his pants; head falls back against the wall when you trace his cock with one curious finger.
“Baby- please…”
The muscles in his throat tense and you can’t help but push up to taste the salt there. You suck at the magic spot below his ear, lick at his pulse, marvel at the tiny noises he makes.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Jensen,” you whisper, snaking your hand beneath his boxers to wrap around his shaft. “Such a goddamned rock star out there tonight.” You pump your hand slowly down to the base and back and his teeth gnash, lips twitch. “And now that it’s official- I get to be your number one groupie…”
His head drops down and he catches your lips, sucking at the flesh until you’re wrapped around him again, hands traveling up over the big dips of his arms and shoulders. You shove your tongue into him and he hums, tugs at your jeans, jerking you into him.
His lips move down, covering your jaw and settling in the crook of your neck. He takes a tiny bite and your body trembles with desire. He knows every spot to hit. He’s too good, too determined, too… fucking… beautiful.
Again, you push him away, slapping his firm chest with your palm. He sucks back a breath and settles his shoulders against the wall, pops his hips out, spreads his bowed legs just a little bit more than he needs to.
“You’re gonna get it now, big boy,” you tease, nimble fingers undoing the clasp on his slacks and sliding the zipper down.
“Oh yeah?” Jensen grins, eyes you beneath thick lashes, lets the tip of his tongue jutt out across his lip.
He hisses as you yank the fabric down and hook your fingers into the elastic hem of his boxers.
“Oh… yeah.”
Falling to your knees, you drag the silk with you until he’s exposed, hanging long and heavy against his inner thigh. You blow a breath across his velvety flesh and his head slaps back against the wall.
“Fuck.”
His voice is cracking so sweetly when you lick a line down his cock, loop your tongue around the head and suck him between your lips.
“God, Y/N/N…” He jerks his hips, forcing his cock deep into your throat. He drops a hand to the top of your head, curls his fingers in your hair, guiding and holding for dear life on all at once. “Gonna kill me, baby… so fucking good.”
Every swallow makes him hum, each flick of your tongue makes him shudder. Blunt nails dig into your scalp as he gets close and you pick up the pace, drooling around his thick cock.
“Fuck, I gotta fuck you.” He arches his back, pulls away from your buzzing lips. “Please-”
With a devilish smirk, you ignore him and lean in, humming as his snakes back down into the depths of you. You swallow and he howls, grabbing at the sides of your head and pulling you back.
He looks down with a snarl and you know you’re in for it.
“Now.”
His hands are rough and hurried as he jerks you to your feet and turns, shoving you face first into the wall. He scrapes your hair to the side, exposing your throat, and takes a bit, teeth digging in, bruising and claiming.
“Jen-” You struggle to get your jeans undone, fighting against his weight and your fading intellect. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” His palm closes around your breast, squeezing while you wiggle free of the denim and push your ass back for him.
He doesn’t bother waiting until your panties are gone, he simply shoves them to the side and rubs, teasing your clit until you’re dripping down onto his palm.
It doesn’t take long.
One hand on the back of your neck, the other locked around your hip, he bends down and settles in, shoving his cock in with one hard thrust.
The burn is harsh and delicious and you bite your lip shut, stifling a cry.
There are too many ears outside the door and you know for a fact that it’s unlocked.
“God…”
Your body trembles, your cunt throbs around him.
“Fucking hell, girl, you’re gonna make me cum-”
He grits his teeth, scratches a hand down your spine, and lets go; shaking as he empties into you.
The rush is hot, his skin burning against yours. Warmth spills down your thigh when he pulls out and his breath on your cheek is quick, his kiss sweet.
Dizzy and smiling, you turn and reach for him. He folds down to you, lifts you up with a languid kiss.
“You were really amazing,” you whisper, staring into brilliant green eyes.
“So were you,” he jokes, winking somehow with both eyes.
“I mean it. You were great.”
His lips graze your forehead as he sets you down.
"By the way- not a groupie,” he says, tugging up his pants. “But definitely… my number one.”
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When a resort comes onto a few agencies' radar a task force is formed and 3 people are chose to go undercover. You, Beau and Cordell
I have no excuse. This is smut yall. J2 makes my brain go to mush.
A Sheriff, a Marshal and a Ranger walked into a hot tub. Sounded like the beginning of a joke but it was very much your current reality.
When a joint task force had been propositioned to infiltrate a resort that was marketed as “An unconventional getaway for people who didn't live by society's standards” you knew you would be on the list for potential undercover. You had a decent track record and usually only took a couple weeks to decompress after assignments before you'd be completely back to normal as if it had never happened.
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You however didn't know that Liam's older brother Cordell would also be on the list along with Beau Arlen, a Sheriff from Montana that had worked well with the bureau in the past. The resort was suspected of being a front for money laundering, weapon and drug smuggling.
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When each branch of the task force which consisted of the Marshals, the Rangers and the FBI had picked their undercover the three of you met. It was basically a chemistry read like they did for movie roles. Had to make sure it was believable that the three of you were together.
You'd met Cordell in passing so you knew he was a good looking man and feigning attraction to him would be easy. The moment you laid eyes on Beau you nearly bowed out of the assignment. No one would believe these two men had chosen you.
When you'd voiced your concerns to Captain James who was overseeing the meeting Beau and Cordell had exchanged a look before Cordell moved up to your back while Beau moved to stand in front of you, effectively trapping you between their larger frames.
Beau gently brushed your hair behind your ear, green eyes holding you place while Cordell trailed his fingers over your arms “Now darling,we've talked about this. If anyone's lucky it's me and Eric. You know we love you”
Cordell leaned down to where his lips were almost touching your ear when he spoke “David's right Nessa, so just get those thoughts out of your head”
You felt your face warm so in one fluid movement you punched Beau in the stomach then threw your elbow back into Cordell's. Both men fell away from you, painful laughter falling from them as Captain James clapped “See? Proof to point you're the woman for this job because that? Really looked like you're their wife”
You walked into the safe house the task force was using as the “home address” for your thruple. Jesus you'd gone under cover solo and as a couple with a few guys and a couple women but you'd never gone under cover with two men and had to act as if you were deeply in love with them both.
Beau and Cordell were already there considering Cordell had picked Beau up from the airport and you'd been meeting with the contact you'd formed through a few yoga classes that was in with the owner of the resort. You'd parked your persona's little yellow beetle next to Cordell's persona's range rover.
When you made it past the entry way you let out a low whistle “Honeys I'm home” you heard laughter as your response before Cordell called out “in the kitchen baby” your stomach flipped a little at his voice.
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You walked into the kitchen and both men were sitting at the small breakfast table, a cup of coffee in front of them both. You walked over to stand between the two of them and placed the envelope you carried down on the table “We got an invite to the resort. Bianca came through”
Without warning Cordell pulled you down into his lap, you started to protest but he whispered into your ear “We gotta get used to acting all the time” Beau winked at you “Eric quit hogging Nessa before I spank the both of you” “Promise?” You and Cordell teased in unison. Yeah this was going to be the most interesting assignment you'd ever undertaken.
The resort was beautiful, you had to give it that. Set back in the mountain side of Colorado the scenery was gorgeous. You, Cordell and Beau had been there for a few days but so far no one was really opening up to the three of you and you were starting to feel guilty having a California king to yourself while one man slept on the couch and the other slept on the floor in your suite.
A few times housekeeping had taken you by surprise so blankets and pillows had to be tossed around and one of them joined you in the bed while the other answered the door. You'd told them they could share the bed with you; it was plenty big enough and all of you were adults.
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Cordell had apparently woken up first and ordered room service. You woke up to him and Beau testing everything on the tray to ensure nothing was drugged before you all ate.
You sat up in the bed, leaning back on your arms and admired the sight of your “husbands” Cordell was wearing a pair of jeans, hung low on his hips. He was barefoot and not currently wearing a shirt, the muscles of his back flexing deliciously in the sunlight streaming in from the high window.
Beau was wearing the gray sweatpants he wore to bed, that left little to the imagination (not that you'd looked) and he was also barefoot and missing a shirt. His light brown hair was still tousled from sleep and the way the muscles in his arms moved was damn near hypnotizing. Fuck, when was the last time you'd had sex to have you drooling over your temporary partners like this? You needed a cold shower.
Cordell glanced over his shoulder at you and grinned “Nessa you're finally awake” you smiled and tossed the blanket off your legs. You were currently wearing one of Beaus shirts or well “Davids” and panties. It fell far enough on your thigh neither men saw anything but should something happen it looked better if you were wearing one of their clothes to bed.
You walked over to stand next to the room service tray, running your nails across Beau's bare back as you leaned into Cordell's side “We need to talk” Cordell whispered in your ear. At your confused look he motioned to the tray then his ear. Your eyes widened and you nodded “What's a girl gotta do to get you fellas in that big Ole shower with me?”
Cordell laughed “Darling you know all you gotta do is ask” you grabbed Cordell's ark and then Beau's “well come on then”
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Once the three of you were in the bathroom you shut the door and rolled up a towel to put under the crack before going to the corner where a shower as big as your first apartment sat. You turned the cold on full blast so there would still be hot water for your showers but enough noise you could talk freely.
Once the shower was going you beckoned them closer to it where it would drown anything out “They bugged the room service?” You whispered and Cordell nodded “From what I gather they don't trust us. Apparently everyone else here has an exhibitionist streak. We're the only people that hasn't had sex loud enough you can hear it down the hall or publicly enough anyone can see it”
You looked from him to Beau, both men close enough you could touch and sighed “Then we have to put on a show” they exchanged a look, clearly letting you take the reins on this “What do you mean?” Beau asked.
You rolled your eyes “You've both been undercover. I had to make it to third base with my last partner's wife one time to keep us from blowing our cover. If they want a show we give them one. That hot tub right outside our room would be a good place because we turn it high enough no one knows what's actually happening under the water as long as it sounds believable”
Cordell nodded slowly, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “The three of us need to make sure we're comfortable together. Our personas have been together for nearly eight years” you nodded then reached up to hook your arms around his neck, pulling him to you.
When your lips met his he didn't even appear to have been taken off guard, instead he backed up closer to the wall caging you between it and his body. He slid a clothed knee between your legs keeping them open as he flicked his tongue into your mouth, tasting all of you. You could feel your knees weaken from the kiss before you gasped lightly and pulled back trying to get air so he moved from your lips to your jaw then down to your neck, working the sensitive flesh there between his teeth gently as his knee pushed up into your dripping center causing a light moan to escape your lips “Fuck” you whispered when he pulled back with a grin “Good enough?” He asked and you nodded “Very”
He turned his eyes from you to Beau who was watching the two of you intently. He readjusted himself and your eyes slid down to see he was half hard under those sweats. He'd apparently enjoyed the show “Come here” Cordell spoke, pulling Beau to him.
You watched as the two men shared a kiss that was all tongue and teeth and rolled your hips against Cordell's thigh that was still between your legs, trying to soothe the ache forming there. Once the two of them broke away from each other Cordell nodded towards you “She makes the sweetest sounds doesn't she?” Beau nodded, green eyes full of hunger.
Cordell moved and let Beau in front of you. Beau grinned before he leaned down to catch your lips in a bruising kiss. Your hands went to his shoulders, gripping tightly. Damn could he kiss. He moved your hands from his shoulders to hold them both in one of his large hands before pressing them to the wall above your head.
His other hand moved to tease your hardened nipple through the shirt you wore, devouring the moan that escaped you. He kissed down your jaw opposite the side Cordell had but worked the sensitive flesh the same, enough to bring you pleasure but not to mark. Just when you felt like you might explode he placed a final kiss on your lips then backed off, dropping your hands and bracing your hips to help keep you upright as your chest heaved like you'd just ran a few miles.
You swallowed hard twice to keep from whimpering. The two men in front of you both smiled slightly “Believable that we both chose you?” Cordell asked, throwing your words from the chemistry read back at you. You nodded stiffly, finally finding your voice “Believable. I'm gonna um I'm gonna shower. I'm supposed to go to yoga with Bianca”
Beau grinned “Want us to join you or?” You felt your face warm and shook your head “Go eat breakfast. Save me some though. Tonight after dinner in the dining hall we'll give em a show to make sure they don't doubt us” Cordell tipped his head “Yes ma'am” you weren't even the senior agent here but they were letting you lead for the undercover part. Why you weren't sure but you kind of enjoyed it.
Beau started to walk out then shook his head and walked back over to you, catching your lips in another hungry kiss. Not to be outdone the moment Beau released you Cordell pulled you into another kiss. You groaned when they both finally stepped away “Later” you needed the entire day to prepare for the show you'd have to put on tonight. You had gone to third with Lindsay to keep you both safe and you'd simply been friends with her. Those two?
They could easily ruin you and if you didn't keep a hold on yourself you might just let them.
The ground rules that had been set was no penetration and always remember that it was your peronas. Not yourselves.
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Easier said than done. You'd chosen a simple back two piece because while you trusted the men you were with, the rest of the resort didn't need to see everything.
You stepped out of the bathroom and laughed at the fact that they were both leaning against the doorframe leading out to the deck area where the hot tub sat. Cordell had on dark blue swim trunks while Beau wore dark green ones. The moment they heard the door open both of their eyes landed on you and you could see them darken. “Sorry to keep you fellas waiting”
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You walked past them outside and they both followed you closely. Beau had set the tub to high, like you'd said. You stopped at the edge and both men offered you a hand to help you get in. You took Cordell's and worked at Beau.
Once you were in they both climbed in “Where do you want us Nessa?” Beau asked and you grabbed Cordell's hand first “I want to sit in Eric's lap” you pushed Cordell down in the corner and once he was settled with his long legs bent at the knees you settled yourself between them, your ass brushing against his crotch as you did so and heard him stifle a groan.
You reached a hand out towards Beau “C'mere David” he grinned and dipped himself down to be kneeling in front of you, he leaned down close to your ear to whisper feather light “How far are we going darling? Me and Cordell discussed it. This is your ballgame”
“They have to think we've had sex” he nodded and glanced over your shoulder at Cordell. You'd laid back against Cordell's chest which meant Beau could easily lean over you. Him and Cordell shared a heated kiss and when they pulled away Cordell nodded towards you “Make our girl fall apart in my lap David”
Cordell shifted you higher up in his lap so Beau wouldn't have to crouch to reach you. He gripped your chin with two fingers, tilting your head “Look at her. So damn gorgeous and all ours” when his lips met yours you didn't try to swallow the whimper that escaped you. He smiled against your lips “and always so eager for us”
You felt one of his hands come up to cup one of your breasts while Cordell snaked a hand around you to cup the other. You moaned lightly and that seemed to spur them on. Beau moved down to your neck, kissing and biting gently and Cordell leaned up to claim the other side of your neck, both of them still working at your breasts, tweaking the sensitive buds and making your back arch off Cordell's chest pushing you into Beau's.
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Just when you were damn near too overwhelmed they changed tactics. Cordell moved his hand to your chin so he could tilt your head back and claim your mouth while Beau slipped one of your breasts free from the swimsuit top, flicking his tongue over the nipple. Cordell swallowed every moan that you gave as Beau finished with one breast and tucked it back into the top before going to the other.
You rolled your hips back against Cordell and felt his erection pressing into your back. You slipped one hand between you and he hissed when your fingers slipped below the band of the shorts he wore, wrapping around his hardened cock. Damn he was big and thick. You began to jack him slowly, moving at the same rhythm as your lips moved against each other.
After a moment Beau reclaimed your lips from Cordell, one hand slipping between your legs to tease at your clothed core. A moan escaped your lips, one from Cordell joining you. “Do fingers count?” Beau asked low between gritted teeth and you shook your head. With your go ahead he moved your bottoms to the side plunging two fingers knuckle deep inside of you.
You moaned loudly as Beau curled his fingers finding that spot deep inside of you. A rhythm fell of your hand moving at the same speed of his fingers as he worked you towards an orgasm and you worked Cordell. You bucked your hips against Beau's fingers and he broke from your lips to move down your neck “Just like that sweet girl. Fuck yourself on my fingers while you jack Eric off”
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The names didn't matter, the fact that you were technically working didn't matter. All that mattered was how amazing Beau's fingers felt and how fucking wrecked Cordell sounded behind you. You felt yourself getting close to that edge and knew from how Cordy was moving his hips to meet your movement he was close too. Beau twisted his wrist slightly and your vision went soft around the edges as your orgasm washed over you. The feeling of Cordell's warm cum coating your hand anchored you in the moment as both men bit down on your shoulders.
Beau gently slipped his fingers out of you and grinned “You're looking a little gone darling” then looked behind you at Cordell “You both do” Cordell was breathless as he said “That was intense” you turned to pull him down into a kiss, his tongue rolling against yours. When he pulled back he kissed the tip of your nose “Baby he didn't come”
You looked at Beau and smiled “C'mere David” he moved closer and placed a quick kiss on Cordell's lips before pulling you out of Cordy's lap and into his own. He moved so your back was against the side of the hot tub and your legs were wrapped around his waist. He dropped his head to your neck and whispered “I'm not gonna fuck you,don't worry”
He moved a hand under the water and if anyone nearby looked it probably appeared he was freeing his cock but instead he just tightened his grip on your hips. He gave a hard roll of his hips into yours and your head fell back with a low moan “Fuck” you gasped and he did it again. You looked up to stare into those gorgeous green eyes “Can you come like this?” You whispered against his lips and he chuckled “Fuck yes”
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The feeling of his hard cock rubbing just right against your clit with every thrust of his hips were pushing you closer and closer to that edge. You wanted to feel him without the layer between you, but you'd set the rule. You looked over at Cordell who was now stroking his semi erect cock, working back up himself at watching the two of you. A silent conversation happened between the two of you and when he nodded you grinned before slipping a hand between you and Beau.
He stopped his movements and watched you with hooded eyes as you slipped your hand into his trunks to free his cock then pushed the bottoms of your swimsuit to the side. He looked from you to Cordell and when you both nodded he rolled his hips forward again this time sliding into you. Fuck he was wide and long and felt so damn good.
Your head fell back at the feeling of being stretched around him. After a moment he gave a tentative thrust and when you tightened around him he buried his face in the bend of your neck and started fucking you in earnest.
You knew it wouldn't take long for you to hit that high again and judging from how hard and fast Beau was slamming into you he was chasing his own orgasm as well. “Fuck, harder” you begged and he groaned “You're killing me darling” his thrusts got deeper and harder and when Cordell moved to slip his hand between your body and Beau's, rubbing tight circles on your clit you came hard clenching down around Beau's cock. He groaned as he gave a few more sloppy thrusts then came inside of you, you bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming with pleasure.
He stilled with his cock still inside of you and searched your face, no doubt wondering if he crossed a line but when you simply smiled he crashed his lips against yours in a rough kiss.
You gasped when he pulled out of you then looked between him and Cordell. They were both watching you so you took a few steadying breaths before saying “How about we break in that California king?” They both grinned “Yes ma'am”
You woke up the next morning curled up to Beau's chest with Cordell's tall frame wrapped around you from behind. You were sore everywhere, both of them were big men in every way and damn their stamina.
You considered trying to get up but both had vice grips on you. You decided to try to go back to sleep but right before you dozed back off the memories of them both whispering your real name and each other's last night came flooding back along with the fact that you were fairly certain you'd done the same. What the hell had the three of you really gotten yourselves into?
~Steve is working on some new music for Radio Company, but sometimes you just can't wait to get your hands on him...~
Steve Carlson x Reader
1,345 Words
Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Teasing.
A/N: Originally posted to Patreon March 2022 - Posting here by popular demand ;)
You can listen to the song here: https://youtu.be/GqXEJ4mJVYc
There’s music flowing in from the bedroom as you tiptoe barefoot down the short hallway, a gentle guitar riff that sounds slightly familiar but distant enough to catch your ear.
He starts to hum as you hit the door and you bite your lip, press your head to the wall, just listening. His deep voice washes over you as you linger, hidden in the shadows of the outside, well beyond the reach of the bedside lamps.
His hum takes shape, but the words are too muddled to decipher and you kick the door open a few more inches, giving yourself instantly away.
“Hey.” Steve looks up from the bed, a bit startled, but happy to see you. His smile is distracted and sweet and he shifts on the blanket, getting comfortable against the mountain of pillows.
“Hey yourself.” Leaning on the doorframe, you step into the soft light and give him a look. He’s lost somewhere in the melody, you can tell, dreaming of accompanying drums and back up vocals; he’s been writing for weeks now, another album with Jensen in the works. “Whatcha doin’?”
He licks his lip, blue eyes grazing over your frame. It’s late and you’re half-naked, dressed only in panties and one of his old band shirts. You kick up a foot and his gaze drops to the gorgeous curve of your calf. “Uh… working?”
You laugh and push off from the door. “You’re not sure?”
“I was until just now…” His teeth dig into the corner of his mouth and Steve moves to set the guitar aside, already hungry as you sashay towards the bed.
“Oh, please… don’t stop on my account.” Your knees hit the foot of the bed. “What’re you working on?”
He shrugs, left hand still locked around the neckboard. “New song Jensen sent me. He’s coming over in the morning. Well- late morning.”
“I was gonna say… it’s already morning.”
Steve glances at his watch and sighs. “Damn. So it is.”
Moving forward, you lift a knee onto the bed, your fingers coyly curling around the hem of his shirt as it hangs at your thighs. “Wanna go to sleep?”
Staring, he swallows hard and shakes his head. “No fucking way.” He reaches for you, but you stop him, holding up a hand.
“Play for me,” you ask, voice dropping into something warm and wet.
He sucks in a deep breath, eyes glued to the curves of your body. “Yeah?”
You nod and set your hands on the bed, crawling up. “Mhm. Play that song I like. The one that made me fall in love with you…”
He thinks for a minute and then a blush breaks out over his bearded cheeks. “Yeah, OK…”
Kicking up his right knee, Steve spreads his legs and gets comfortable with the guitar in his lap. It’s a little awkward, but he’s no stranger to the curves of his instrument. He settles in, plucks the low E and starts to strum.
This song you recognise instantly. The chords rush through you and close your eyes, moving your hips slowly with his rhythm.
When he sings, it stirs something deep inside and your mind floods with ideas.
“When you say to me, you can't stay all night long… All I know's when you go your own way and I'm all alone…”
“That’s the one, baby…” Sitting back on your heels, you dance with him, slowly lifting your arms and rocking your hips forward.
“You're gonna break me, you're gonna tear me to the ground…”
Steve’s jaw drops when your hands cup your tits and the lyrics leave his head for a moment.
Noticing his falter, your eyes light up with devilish intent. He stumbles over the chorus but his fingers stay true, expertly gliding across the frets.
“Come and play with me in my garden of love when the sun goes down… I won't let you get away…”
You drop down onto your hands and knees and move closer, setting your hand on his open left leg. He notes your touch with a dip in his voice, but otherwise is unaffected. Slowly, you press your finger against the seam of his jeans and trace it all the way up to his inner thigh.
A G chord falls flat.
“Oh… ‘cause what I can't trust is this kind of injustice…”
Your palm fits nicely against the soft line of his cock and you rub gently.
“Where the thought of your kiss… is… is losing my focus… yeah”
Steve sucks in a deep breath as you rub a little harder, his cock growing beneath your touch.
He clears his throat and pauses. “S-should I stop?”
Licking your lips, you shake your head. “No. Keep going…”
“You’re a little… distracting,” he notes, rocking his hips up into your hand.
“You can do it,” you assure him, moving away from his cock to scrape your nails down his jeans. “You’re a professional.”
He laughs. “I don’t think I’ve practiced enough for this…”
“Try…”
Steve lays down a bit, shimmying downwards so the guitar sits a little higher on his stomach. He spreads his legs wide and you fit between them, staring down with lust-filled eyes as you strip, tossing his shirt away. He whistles and starts to play again, his attention clearly lost on your chest as you play with your tits for him, moaning gently while he plucks a chord.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he sighs, fingers barely moving.
You click your tongue and lift a brow. “Play.”
Grinning, he keeps going.
“You've got me spinning in circles and working my way back to you, baby…”
His pick hits the guard when you drop down and pry his jeans open.
“Oh, and every time I t-try to f-follow you… I'm falling down…”
His long fingers slide off the C when you trace the line of his cock with the tip of your tongue.
“Shit! W-while the rest of the world keeps on passing me by…”
Breathing heavy, he moves the guitar up higher and you sink down onto his cock, sealing your lips tight around him.
“Fuck… Fuck… I'm standing out in the… rain…”
The chord hits with an unwanted twang and Steve’s head falls back against the pillows. “Fuck, baby…”
Spitting down onto his swollen head, you rub your hand down his length and look up with wide eyes. “Keep going… That’s my favorite part.”
He shakes his head but gives in, struggling to keep the rhythm somewhat steady.
“I’m… standing out in the rain, watching you walk down my driveway and.. and drive off again!”
Holding him tight, your lips move down to suckle at his balls and Steve gives up all hope of finishing. The guitar clangs as he lays it against the nightstand and his fingers curl tightly in your hair.
“Fuck it. I can’t.”
He forces your lips down further and moans as you choke on the size of him. Thick and delicious, you swallow around him and Steve bucks his hips upwards, so close to losing it.
“Love that song,” you hum, sitting back just a bit to catch your breath. “So hot.”
“The song,” he asks, “or you?”
Grinning, you climb up his body and straddle his hips. The tip of his cock slides against your panties and you rub down gently, warming him, enticing him.
“Both?”
He bites his lip hard and sets his hands on your hips. “Both.”
Running your hands down his chest, you pop one of the silver snaps on his shirt. “What time did you say Jensen’s coming over?”
“Not ‘till… fuck…” His hand slides up to massage your breast. “Around noon…”
You cover his hands with yours and squeeze down on his cock with your thighs. “Good. We’ve got plenty of time then.”
In a flash, he’s got you on your back; big hands caressing every inch he can reach as his lips nip at your throat, paying you back for all the teasing. “Yup,” he says with a sly grin. “All the time in the world…”
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Can you believe it's almost a decade? All the things we shared together, all the things we went through. It's not that I only remember them today. I remember them on almost every day of the year. And I when I do, I always wonder if you do too.
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kann eben auch lieb und beschützend klingen, wenn man dabei aus himmelblau-grünen Augen angeschaut wird, die einen scheinbar besser kennen, als man sich selbst.
Dann hat man dieses Gefühl... dass sehr glücklich machen aber auch ziemlich weh tun kann. Weil man es zu schnell zu nah an sich ran lässt.
Stolz darauf, dass ich meine Tochter gut erziehe. Und das alleine, mit eigener Kraft.
Stolz darauf, dass ich Zumba noch eine dritte Chance gegeben habe. Mittlerweile sogar 2 Mal die Woche hin gehe und es mir so viel Spaß macht, wie ich anfangs gedacht habe. Stolz darauf, dass ich nicht aufgegeben habe, als es schwierig war.
Stolz darauf, dass ich manchmal den Mut aufbringe, offen genug zu sein um neue Menschen kennen zu lernen.
Stolz darauf, welche persönliche Entwicklung ich gemacht habe. Dass ich erkennen kann, was mir gut tut und Dinge nicht hinnehme, bei denen es nicht so ist.
Stolz wieder eine gute Freundin sein zu können und zu dürfen. Die Ratschläge gibt und ein offenes Ohr; statt ständig mit ihren eigenen Problemen beschäftigt sein zu müssen.
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Da bist du kurz vor der verzweifelten Tat, dich bei einer Online-Partnerbörse anzumelden und dann.... Steht der nette, lustige, höfliche Mann einfach so vor deiner Haustür!
Und dann auch noch ein Holzfäller! Kann man sich nicht ausdenken sowas. :-)
