Delaney toyed with her hair as she leaned against the cold brick wall. She had been waiting in line to see the Maine for two hours now, and her friend went down the street to get some coffee. They werenât the first in line, but they were pretty high up there. The show didnât start for two more hours, but sheâd wanted to get as close to the stage as she could.
Delaney checked her phone and scrolled through Twitter. Uninterested, she turned it off and crossed her arms. This waiting was really getting old.
She stared at the bus across the street. She knew they practically lived there now, and she wished she could just see it. It was probably smelly, though, with all those boys. Her mind wandered and she thought about Johnâs bunk..
She jumped when she heard girls yelling. Turning her head, she saw John OâCallaghan walking out of the venue, in a white tank top and black skinny jeans. Her heart raced, but she didnât yell. She watched as John tried to fend the girls off, smiling politely while saying âI really canât stay.. I just needed to get something from the bus.â
Suddenly her phone fell to the floor, she didnât notice it slipping out of her pocket when she was watching John. She bent down to pick it up, but someone grabbed it first.
She was surprised when she looked up and saw John standing there with her phone. âS-Sorry,â she said, staring into his eyes.
John smirked but didnât let go of her phone. âItâs alright. Hey, Iâve seen you before right?â
Delaney felt her cheeks turn red. âYeah, Iâve been to a few shows before.â
John cocked up an eyebrow. âI remember you,â he said, then he unlocked her phone and began typing away.
Delaney didnât know what to say, so she just watched him. When he was done, he handed her her phone back and smirked. Delaney could hear the girls in line snickering, but she didnât care.
John leaned closer and said lowly, so the other girls couldnât hear. âText me in ten minutes?â
Then, as quickly as he came, he left. Delaney stood speechless as the girls in line rolled their eyes and whispered. She looked down at her phone- he had saved his number.
She felt like throwing up, honestly. How could he⌠be interested in her? He was some gorgeous singer and she was just.. a girl. She tried to hide her growing excitement, she didnât wanna act like a spaz in front of John. What did he want, anyway? Her mind wandered off to things sheâd only dreamt theyâd do together.. then she came back to reality when her friend walked up with the coffee.
âJeez, Laney, those girls over there really hate you. I wasnât even gone that long.â
Delaney grabbed her coffee and sipped some, taking a moment to feel the liquid warm her body. âYeah..I know.â she chuckled, wondering how to tell her friend. Her friend was more interested in Garrett, but sheâd be totally jealous.
âListen,â Delaney said, leaning in closer. âJohn came outside a few minutes ago a-andâŚâ
Her friend raised her eyebrows and took a sip of coffee. âAnd?â
âHe gave me his number and told me to text him in ten minutes oh my God.â
Her eyes widened. âDelaney!?!? Holy SHIT?â
Delaney tried hard not to laugh. âI know.. I know. Okay, Iâm a little nervous though..â
Her friend bit her lip. âJust⌠just be cool. Things will be fine.â
Easy for you to say, she thought as she counted down the minutes.
When the ten minutes finally passed, she sent him a text. She didnât want to seem too eager, but then again, it was John OâCallaghan.
So itâs been ten minutes. By the way, nice tank top.
Hoping that was good enough, she sent it. John replied a couple seconds later, with
Ha, thanks! But listen.. meet me behind the building.
By this time, Delaney couldnât even finish her coffee. Was any of this really happening?
He didnât waste time responding.
Delaney whispered to her friend where she was going, and once again she ignored the girls whispering about her. It wasnât personal, she knew, they were just jealous. But she was scared as hell as she rounded the corner and stood by the back door of the venue.Â
John wasnât there yet, so she ran a nervous hand through her hair. She wanted to pinch herself to make sure she wasnât dreaming.. sheâd literally dreamt about him that often. But it usually didnât start like thisâŚ
The door swung open all of a sudden and John peeked his head out.
When he saw her, he smirked. Delaney could see his tattoos on his collar bones, and she had to bite her lip to keep from sighing out loud.
âI never got your name,â he said slowly.
âDelaney,â she said softly, and John nodded.
âDelaney,â he said slowly, sounding it out. It sounded so good to hear it from him.
Then he grabbed her hand and pulled her in.
Delaney was shocked by the amount of noise and chaos that was going on. People were running around, asking who put this there and who left that here. People with earpieces rushed by, not even glancing at her as John stood still, their hands still entwined.
âFollow me,â he said, letting go of her hand. She was disappointed just for a second, but then her spirits were lifted again when she realized he was leading her up some stairs, away from everyone else.
They stayed quiet as they walked down a dimly lit hallway, the walls covered in black paint while photos of people like Johnny Cash and Elvis clung to the walls. The carpet was a bright red, and Delaney kept her eyes on Johnâs back as she followed him into an empty room.
The room was dark, too, with just a lamp in the corner. âThis is the closest thing I have to a dressing room,â he shrugged, and she looked around. There was a couch in the corner, and a luggage next to it. There was a vanity, too, with a mirror and a chair. The walls were littered with posters, with everyone from Green Day to The Beatles. She was busy studying them when she felt his hand graze her own.
As soon as the door closed, she felt him push his lips against hers. He kissed her sloppily, their tongues dancing in eachothers mouths. She was surprised, but she wasnât about to resist it.
John placed two heavy hands on her hips, and pushed her back up against the wall. Her back hit the plaster with a heavy thud, but she couldnât bring herself to care as she felt his fingers drag across the small of her back.
She let go only for a moment to say, âWhat are you doing?â She didnât want him to stop, but she needed to say something.
John planted a soft kiss on her exposed neck, sending chills up her spine. He looked up at her and said lowly, âWhy? Do you want me to stop?â
She felt the pit of her stomach begin to tighten as her arousal began to take over. She bit her lip and he rolled his hips forward towards hers. âDidnât think so,â he said as his lips hovered inches above her skin. He kissed her again, tracing a trail of kisses down the length of her neck and to her collar bones. With his lips still attached to her hot skin, he snaked his hands up her waist, to her chest, and placed her arms above her head.
Delaney turned her head back and forth as he smirked against her skin, and she felt one of his hands drag against her thigh.
âMmmm,â she said through parted lips. She closed her eyes as she felt his hand ghost up her leg, and land in the spot she wanted him most. He teased her, his hands outside her jeans, rubbing back and forth slowly as she rolled her hips against his hand. âJohn,â she whispered.
He let go instantly, and her eyes shot open at the loss of his touch. He brought his lips close to her ear, and leaned their bodies together. Slowly, excruciatingly, he whispered, âDo you want me?â
Delaney bit her lip and nodded, of course she did. John chuckled, obviously pleased with himself. He pulled his shirt off and she watched his inked skin as he did it. Deciding it was her turn, she brought her arms down and linked them around his neck. Then slowly, she began tracing the letters âAmorâ on his collar bone with her tongue. He seemed to like this, because she felt him place a firm grip on her hips and she heard him inhale sharply.
She chuckled, then her hands traveled south to the hem of his jeans. She unbuttoned his pants and toyed with the zipper, taking her time.
He placed a hand over hers and pushed it away. The corners of his mouth curled up in a smile. âNot yet,â he said.
She bit her lip and pushed herself back up against the wall, desperate for whatever he wanted to give her. He pulled her shirt off slowly, exposing her skin to the cool air. Goosebumps dotted her skin immediately, and his hand brushed against the warm skin of her stomach.
Taking his time, he slid his hands around and unhooked her bra with practiced ease, throwing it to the ground as soon as it was undone. With her breasts exposed, he immediately began to palm one as his mouth latched onto the other. He took her nipple gently between his teeth and pulled softly, then began placing kisses along the curve of her chest. His touch intoxicating, she pushed her chest forward so he could take more of her in his mouth.
John dragged his tongue against her skin, going all the way up to the curve of her collarbone. She inhaled through clenched teeth, wanting him now more than ever.
He kissed her on the lips gently while his hands unbuttoned her jeans, then he pulled them down while she tried to wiggle out of them. Their kiss was softer this time, more passionate. He sucked and pulled at her bottom lip as he pulled away, and took off his own pants.
She watched as his briefs did a very bad job at hiding his obvious arousal, and she was pleased with herself. She reached a hand forward and traced the elastic with her fingertips, teasing him just a little. Then she pulled them down with one swift motion, and his length was exposed. She was a little taken aback at not only his size but his girth as well, and she swallowed hard as she imagined him digging himself into her.
His cheeks flushed and his lips turned a darker shade of pink. He reached forward and pulled down her own black lacy panties, his fingers terribly close to where she wanted him most.
Completely naked, he pressed their bodies against each other. She felt his erection on her thigh, and her muscles tightened. He kissed her again, even slower, before bringing the tip of himself inside of her.
âUgh, John,â she said, rolling her head back. Even that was enough to make her head spin. Her fingers dug firmly into the taut skin of his back, and he pushed himself all the way in.
âFuck, youâre tightâ he muttered, and her muscles twitched beneath him. Still against the wall, she pushed her hips forward just an inch more.
He breathed sharply as he rocked his hips against hers slowly, muttering profanities under his breath. Her hands tangled in his messy hair, and she watched as beads of sweat began to form on his chest.
Picking up speed, he rolled his hips against hers, pressing her firmly against the wall. She tried to lower herself onto him as best she could, but his thrusts left her helpless.
Her breathing began to get shaky, and his thrusts became more and more urgent. She picked one of her legs up and hooked it around his waist, giving him just a tiny bit more room. When this new position made him hit that one sweet spot, she groaned out loud. âJohn,â she inhaled. âR-Right there.â
He moaned quietly in return, and their hips slapped together again and again with more frequency. She felt her orgasm rising in the pit of her stomach and she shuddered against him.
His thrusts were becoming sloppier, and more rushed. He pushed himself into her as far as he could go, and she moaned in response every time he hit her G-spot.
âAre you close?â he said hurriedly.
âMhmm,â she could only hum in response as she felt it coming, her orgasm approaching.
John sent forward a thrust that made her hips buckle and she screamed his name, digging her nails deep into his skin. John hissed in pain, but then finally let himself go as he released himself into her. âDelaney,â he whispered as he knocked their hips against eachother repeatedly. He bit down hard on his lower lip as shock waves spread through his body and she writhed beneath him.
She moaned quietly as her orgasm subsided, and he slowly pulled out of her. He chuckled and grabbed her hips, then placed their foreheads together.
Their breathing was heavy and they both caught their breath as they watched eachotherâs bodies. She watched the ink on his skin rise up and down with each short breath he took, and he watched the curves of her hips as he traced tiny circles on them with his thumbs.
Eventually they pulled apart and got dressed, both of them exhausted.
He looked over at her and smirked. âYou wanna stay after the show?â
