Alluring Seduction (Bayou Stix) (17 page)

“Oh, Jessie… Touch me. I need you to touch me.”

Pulling the cups down, her nipples spring free. They are hard little pebbles that are begging for my mouth. Pushing her back against the window, I capture one in my teeth and bite down as I run my tongue along the tip. She thrusts it into my mouth and holds my head in place.

“
Yes!
Dear God, yes. More. Give me more.”

My hands find the snap of her pants and with one tug, they’re open. My hands push them down her legs as my mouth worships her nipples. First one, then the other. Her pants are so tight, they catch on her thighs. She pulls back and manages to turn us, so that my back is against the windows. Breathing heavily and with eyes hooded with desire, she pulls my shirt over my head with shaking hands. She throws it. With a wicked smile, she licks my neck and bites at the juncture between my neck and shoulder as her hands work at the fastenings of my jeans. Within seconds, they are open and her hand is wrapped around my throbbing manhood. Her mouth finds my nipple and she bites and pulls on my nipple ring as she strokes my cock.

Now I’m the one moaning with my head thrown back on the window. Dear God.

She trails kisses and nips down my stomach and drops to her knees. Looking up at me with those blue eyes, she captures my gaze as she slowly takes me into her mouth. Inch by inch I disappear into the warm, wet cavern and my eyes glaze over from the pleasure. The window at my back holds me up because her expert mouth has my knees weak. Grabbing onto her head, I thrust into her mouth, trying desperately to control the depth so as not to gag her. But she holds onto my hips and using just her mouth and tongue, she works me over.

“Dear God, Blue. You’re so good. Why are you so good? Ahhhhhh.” I’m about to blow, but I want to take her against the window, so I pull back as far as I can, stopping her movement while I hold her head. She looks up at me with glistening eyes and a lush, swollen mouth. She kisses the tip of my cock and I pull her up to a standing position and move behind her. Kicking my shoes and jeans off, I pull her pants the rest of the way off.

No underwear? Oh my God.

I didn’t think it was possible, but my cock gets even harder. Groaning, I bite her ass cheeks and find her swollen, very wet folds with my hand, spreading her moisture around with my fingers.

“I want to fuck you against the window.”

She presses against me and whimpers. “What if someone sees us, Jessie? Oh, God. I need you.”

Pressing her chest against the window, I bend her over slightly, “No one can see us. The windows are tinted. I want to fuck you with Baton Rouge below us, Blue. I need to fuck you. Now.”

She flattens her palms on the glass and pushes her ass towards me. I enter her with one thrust. I’m all the way to the hilt and damn she’s tight. Moaning, she lays her head on the glass and starts swiveling her hips. She removes me almost all the way before slamming back against me, smothering me in her depth.

I can’t take it. Grabbing her hips, I start slamming into her. Fucking her like an animal. I worry I’m being too rough, but her moans and gasps fuel me. “
JESSIE.
Fuck me. Yes… Hard! Like that.
Fuck me hard!
”

My own groans match hers. All you can hear is our ragged breathing and the sound of skin slapping skin with an occasional suction sound from her moisture.

“Is that hard enough, Blue? Tell me that you like it! I want to hear what you want me to do to you!”

My hands are gripping her hips so hard, I’m leaving marks, but I can’t stop. “
Tell me!”

She grabs her own breasts and starts pulling on her nipples. Her head is hitting the window with every forward thrust. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop fucking me. Give it to me. Give me that massive cock. I want it. Make me scream, Jessie. I’m so fucking close.”

It’s as if I’m consumed… I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore… I need this woman to scream for me. I want to brand her. Leave my mark. I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life. My balls are so swollen, I need her to scream!

Thrusting even harder, I cover her hands with mine and pinch her nipples as I press her against the window. My hands are crushed between her breasts and the glass and I’m ramming into her. Finally, I lean down and bite her in between her shoulder and neck and it pushes her over the edge. She screams out. “
JESSIE!
Oh my God! You are the best ever. I love your cock. I love everything about you.
Fucking hell, J…E…S…S…I…E!”

As she convulses around me and her muscles milk me, I explode with a roar. “
BLUE
!
Take it. Take all of me.”

I pull both of us to the floor since I am too spent to make it to the couch. I slump on top of her and I’m still leaking. We both lay there and catch our breath. Neither of us speaks, but I don’t know what to say anyway.

What the fuck just happened? My life just changed forever. I can never fuck another woman again without comparing her to Blue. I don’t think I ever want to fuck another woman. What… the…?

Blue

Oh my God. Nothing in my life has ever been like that. I’ve heard people say that their world was rocked, but I thought it was a joke. It’s not. Jessie owns me. Body and soul… I’m ruined for any other man. No one can compare to him. I can’t let him know the power he has over me.

Finally, I lift my head and look at Jessie. He’s sprawled on top of me. He’s heavy, but I don’t really want him to move, except the carpet is scratching my ass and back and I’m leaking from my own orgasm and Jessie.

He cracks open his eyes and just stares at me. Then, he smiles. My heart melts and my stomach flips. I’m so fucking screwed.

“Well then. That was fucking amazing.” He stretches and I feel him leave a trail of moisture on my thigh.

“Um… Yeah it was. Holy shit, Jessie.” I start to giggle.

His brow rises. “Laughter after telling you that you just knocked my socks off with sex is not really all that great for my ego, you know?”

This makes me laugh even harder. I roll over and now I’m lying across his chest. “I doubt your ego needs stroking, Jessie Adams.”

“Hey, now. I resent that.” He says playfully.

I’m tracing the colorful tattoos all across his chest and abs and really looking at them. “Yeah, right. What do these tattoos represent, Jessie?”

He sighs and puts his hands behind his head, bringing even more attention to his chest, abs, and the artwork adorning them. “My tattoos? Well, they represent who I am.”

“They’re beautiful.” I can’t stop studying them. “But there are so many. Did they hurt?”

“Some did, yeah.” He fidgets as if he’s uncomfortable.

Tracing one over his abs, I take in the details of the brown pelican. It’s so lifelike. I sit up so I can get a better look. I start to notice that each piece is different, but they all sort of run together to make one piece of art. The light from the floor to ceiling windows lets me really see everything. On his chest is the state of Louisiana with the words “Born in the Boot” written inside of it. There’s what appears to be a shrimp and a crawfish interwoven with a fleur de lis. He has a Tiger, the Saints symbol, a magnolia, and a scene with an old cabin surrounded by trees with moss and a full moon on a body of water. There’s an accordion and some colorful masks and beads that trail down his arms. There are crepe myrtle trees and azaleas, but they’re not girly. I also see guitars and alcohol bottles. His tattoos really do seem to show his pride about where he’s from. On his right shoulder is a God, but I can’t tell which one and on his left is a Goddess.

“Jessie, who are the God and Goddess?” My fingers can’t stop tracing them. They are gorgeous.

“The God is Apollo. The Greek God of music and the Goddess is Muses. The Goddess of music.”

“Roll over.” Pulling on his shoulders, I try to turn him over. “I want to see your back.”

He smirks at me. “Demanding, aren’t you, woman?” But, he rolls over.

His perfect, muscled ass distracts me for a second. I slap it. I can’t help it. It’s perfect. He’s perfect. His back is covered with tattoos as well, from his shoulders to the dimples above his ass. A bridge stretches across his back and shoulders. “The Mississippi River Bridge?”

“Um hm.” He grunts as I trace the tattoo. The Bayou Stix logo is also on his back under the bridge and next to a pair of blue eyes. What is that about?

“Jessie?”

“Yeah?” I can hear in his voice that he’s dreading the next question.

“What are the eyes for?” I hold my breath as a I ask.

I feel him stiffen underneath me and then his body relaxes. “Why do you want to know?”

Now I really want to know. Is it an old flame? A lover? Who are these eyes for and what do they mean to him?

“Because I want to get to know you. Wasn’t that the point of me coming here?” I stiffen above him and try to calm the feeling of jealousy that’s taken over me. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

But I want to know…

He rolls under me, throwing me off of his back and catches the look on my face. He sits up and helps me up. He pulls me towards him and grabs a blanket off of the back of the couch, wrapping it around both of us. “My mother. They’re my mother’s eyes.” He points to his own eyes. “My eyes.” He looks away. “She was a single parent and busted her ass to give me everything she could. She supported me like no one else.” I can hear the pain in his voice and it’s wavering a little. I want to comfort him and tell him to forget it, but I also really want to know this part of him.

Turning his face back to mine, I leave my palm on his cheek and ask, “What happened, Jessie?”

He swallows and holds my gaze as he starts to answer. “Not long after we signed with the label, she was killed. A hit and run on her way to work. I wasn’t here. I was in L.A. They hit her as she crossed the street and left her there.”

“I’m so sorry, Jessie.” My hands fly to my mouth. I can’t imagine his pain. I just want to take it away.

“Drunk, stupid kids. Their parents turned them in the next day after they saw on the news that she died. Had they stopped… had they stopped, she might be alive.” His eyes are glassy. “Stupid ass kids… I got them so she’d always be with me. We used to go for walks by the river when I was a kid. She’d have an afternoon off and we’d go to the river and have a picnic.” He smiles at the memory.

Cupping his face with both palms, I lean in to kiss him gently. Leaning my forehead against his, I murmur against his lips, “Thank you for sharing that with me.”

He smiles. “She’d have liked you. You remind me of her some. You have backbone and you’re strong. So was she.” He’s tracing my face with his finger and looking at me but I don’t know if he’s seeing me.

My heart lifts and my eyes fill with tears. That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. “Thank you.” I lean down and place a kiss on his chest, just over his heart. He sighs and his fingers tighten on my cheeks, as he tilts my face back to his.

My stomach growls and shatters the moment. Jessie chuckles and shakes his head to clear it. “I guess I need to feed you.” He winks and kisses my forehead. “We just burned a lot of calories. Let’s shower and go grab a bite and a movie. I need to take you on a date.”

I smile back at him, understanding that he wants to lighten the mood. “Ok. Sounds like a plan.”

Taking my hand, he helps me up and we head to the bathroom to get ready… for our date.

Jessie

W
e’re sitting at the California Pizza Kitchen and have just ordered a pear and gorgonzola pizza with some wine. Conversation just flows with us and I can’t believe we’ve taken this “relationship” this far, this fast. I realize we are, in fact, in a relationship, and the idea, though scary, pleases me. I like Blue. She’s gorgeous, smart, funny, sarcastic, and can handle my shit. No woman has ever stood up to me the way she does and I love that about her. I’m not sure where this is going, but I want to enjoy the ride.

She laughs as she looks over my shoulder, gesturing with her chin. “Looks like you’ve been recognized.”

Turning my head, I see what she means. Two teenage girls and an older woman are whispering and pointing at me. They see me looking and quickly look at their plates. I chuckle. Waiting for them to look back up, I wave and wink when one of the girls, with glasses and freckles, does. She gasps and hits the other one.