Inked Chaos (12 page)

hip.

“Mmm” I’d murmured as I
snuggled closer, my eyes closing.

“Then sleep baby.” He’d
whispered.

Feeling tired, but also safe and protected,
and totally sated, without a second thought I’d dropped off to sleep, wrapped
in AJs arms.

*****

I’d been awoken, by the feel of
hands gently stroking my body from my shoulder down to my hip and back again,
combined with the softest of kisses against my shoulder and the back of my
neck.  With a sigh, I’d rolled over into the waiting arms of AJ, a contented
smile on my face.

“Hi.” I’d murmured as
he’d leant towards me and against my lips replied.

“Hey.” Before lowering his head fully to
take my lips, tenderly and searching.  His hands roaming my body freely, he’d
pulled me closer into his arms, wrapping his one leg over to hook behind my
own.  I was encased in AJ, and it felt so good, and so right.  I felt safe with
him, safer than I had ever felt with any other man, including James.

With a hand to his shoulder, I’d forced him
backwards until he was lying on his back, and I’d started kissing my way down
his body.  Taking my time, pausing at his nipples and several tattoos; committing
to memory the contours of his body.  All the while listening to him moan as I
hit sensitive spots, until finally I’d reached his manhood, taking him in my
hand, then placing a light kiss on the sensitive tip.

I’d glanced up at him to see his eyes smouldering
and half closed with passion watching me, and I’d lowered my head and taken him
into my mouth, glorying in the feel of all that is AJ.  Hearing him groan deep
in his throat as I did so.

 Placing a hand on the back of my head,
grasping my hair, he’d thrust his hips upwards, matching my movements, and
loving the feel of him, I’d increased my pace; wanting and willing him to lose
control.

With a swift movement, he’d reached down and
yanked me upwards so I was sitting astride him; swiftly finding and applying a
condom he thrust upwards, holding my hips in place as he took control.

So turned on by my taste of AJ, my hands
resting on his shoulders, I’d lowered my chest down to his, and kissed him
deeply.

As he’d placed his hands on either side of
my face, I’d taken advantage, and started to move my body up and down, riding him
as if my life depended on it, reaching for the goal of release.  It didn’t take
long, my body shaking with the onslaught of my orgasm, as I’d clenched onto his
shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh as the pure power of it overcame me.

As I came down, AJ stepped up his pace.  Thrusting
through my orgasm, prolonging it more than I’d ever thought possible; until he
found his own release, planting himself deep within me, groaning out loud.

Falling forward I’d rested my chest on his,
planting my face into his neck, struggling to catch my breath.

Smiling contentedly to myself, I felt his
arms come around me, squeezing tightly as he fought for his own breath.

I don’t know how long we stayed in this
position.  I didn’t care, my body had gone fluid and totally unresponsive.  I
couldn’t have moved even if I’d wanted to, and it seemed AJ felt the same way;
as we both remained silent, sheathed in each other’s embrace, and on my part,
totally perplexed by my own actions and reactions.

I came to my senses, stunned at my
behaviour.  Never in all my sexual encounters had I ever let myself go, as I
had over those last few hours with AJ.

Manoeuvring us to the side, AJ slid out of
me, and removed the condom; as I’d straightened my legs so that once again I
was facing him, chest to chest, hip to hip.

“You good?” he’d asked.

Am I good? God, yes.  I have never felt so
good in all my life.

“Yeah.  You?”

“Hell yeah!” he’d replied with a smile and
I’d burst into laughter, for no other reason that I felt so good, so happy and
totally content.  It took but a few seconds before AJ joined me, and together
for what seemed an age, we’d laughed ourselves stupid.  Only ending when AJ actually
asked why we were doing so.

“I haven’t a clue.” I’d
replied through giggles.

“Oh Birdie, you are truly a loon.” He’d
laughed.  Which made me sit up sharply and with a swat on his shoulder,
indignantly retort.

“I am not a loon.”

“Oh, you so are.  It’s
part of the attraction.”  

On hearing this, I’d decided to forget to
be indignant and graciously announced, “Oh well if it’s part of the
attraction…. I’ll let you off.”

“God help me!” was his retort, and I could
feel his body shaking with yet more laughter, but I didn’t care.  I was happier
than I had been in months, no years.  I’d snuggled into AJ, a smile firmly
planted on my face, whilst listening to his heart beating beneath my ear.

“Hungry?” AJ questioned and I remembered
that we never actually got around to eating breakfast.  No wonder I was starving.

“Ravenous.” I’d replied, smiling.

“Worked up an appetite eh?”

“You sure did.” I’d laughed.

“I’ll be right back.  Don’t move an inch my
lady, and we shall feast in bed.” He’d announced as he climbed out of bed,
grabbed his swim shorts, and began pulling them on as he made his way towards
the door, turning with a smile just before he disappeared through it.

With a smile on my face, I’d snuggled down
beneath the covers and thought over the last few hours.  There’s no doubt about
it, he is a very accomplished lover.  I have never had so hard an orgasm before.
 He’s thoughtful, and always makes sure I reach climax before reaching for his
own release.  I couldn’t help but compare him to James, who it has to be said,
could be a very selfish lover.

I’d watched as he came through the door,
carrying a tray with croissant and fresh fruit and orange juice.  Placing it on
the bed beside me, I’d held the tray steady while he climbed into bed and then
placed the tray to rest across our laps.

“A feast.” I’d stated glancing at the tray
and smiled at him, as I picked up a croissant, tore a little off, and prepared
to pop it into my mouth.

“A feast of beauty.” He’d replied, as I
watched his eyes scanning my face.

I couldn’t help it.  I found myself biting
my top lip, trying not to laugh in his face, but I lost the battle.  He’d noticed
and with a wry smile had asked “Too corny eh?”

“Much.” Was my reply, as I finally lost the
battle, and burst out laughing, making the tray wobble and the orange juice
slop over onto the tray.  Pretending to tickle me, AJ had joined in, and before
long we were both hysterical.  It took a while to compose ourselves and eat the
‘feast’.

“Remind me to never try to pay you a
compliment.” AJ had commented wryly.

“Oh no! You can pay me compliments, just
don’t be corny with it.” I’d returned.

“Deal.” He’d said, leaning forward and kissing
the tip of my nose, then looking into my eyes as he kissed my lips softly, soon
making us forget the tray and its remaining contents, as once again he showed me
how special he could make me feel.

*****

 “Honey, wake up.” I’d heard, whilst feeling
a hand stroking my cheek.  I hadn’t wanted to open my eyes, I was far too warm
and cosy.  Slowly I’d opened them to find AJ sitting next to me on the bed, and
by the look of him, he’d obviously showered and dressed while I’d been
sleeping.

“You’ve been out for hours.” He’d stated,
leaning down to kiss me gently. “I have to leave honey, or I’ll be late for the
interview.”

Still half asleep, I’d lain there admiring
the view.  He is perfection.  Wearing a suit and tie, once again I’d marvelled
at all that is AJ.  There sat a man you would never believe struts his stuff on
the stage like he does.  There sat a man who is a property entrepreneur, a man
who has the common sense to know, that in the fickle music business, it is wise
to have a backup plan financially.

“Babes?  You with me?” he’d
asked with a quizzical smile.

“I’m with you.” I’d replied as I sat up in
the bed, holding the sheet around my nakedness, suddenly feeling shy. “What
time will you be back?”

“It’ll be late, but I’ll be back as soon as
I can.  It’s a live show, so you can watch it if you want.  I’ll set the TV up
on the correct channel for you.”

“That’s okay, I can do
it.  Will you want to eat when you get back?  I can rustle something up.”

“No, don’t worry about me, you just sort
yourself something.  You’ll be okay, yeah?”

“Of course.  You’d best get going.  I’ll
see you when you get back.”

Leaning forward, he’d given me one of the
sweetest kisses I have ever experienced.  Gentle, searching, tempting, all
rolled into one.  Then brushing his thumb over my cheekbone, he’d whispered. “See
you soon”, and walked out of the room, once again leaving me breathless.

I’d lain there for several moments,
my mind running over the last few hours and all that had happened between us.  We
had made love but we had also talked, during which time AJ had noticed the scar
on my abdomen, gently running his fingers along its line.

“Want to tell me?” he’d questioned.

Steeling myself for rejection, I had been
truthful, and told him the whole sad story; unable to keep the sadness,
disappointment and nervousness out of my voice.  AJ had held me tenderly, reassuring
me, once again surprising me with his reaction.  Leaving me in no doubt that
nothing I had just told him, made him feel any differently towards me.  Even
the fact, that I will never be able to have a child.  He had also been less
than complementary about James.

On his part, he had told me a little about
Melody Forrester, saying she could be harsh in her manner, and had a tendency
to elaborate stories, and even lie.  Giving me an insight as to why he’d asked
me to always be truthful with him.

*****

After showering, and
preparing myself a salad, I’d grabbed a large glass of wine, and made myself
comfortable on the large sofa in the den.  The huge TV screen on the wall
opposite had flicked into life at the touch of a button, and I’d sat waiting
for the show to begin.

AJ had informed me earlier that the
interviewer, Steven Lemont, was well known for being a difficult man; who
attempts to tie his guests up into knots, in pursuit of trying to acquire a
story.  So I’d been apprehensive for AJ, wondering what was in store for him on
the show.

I’d watched as AJ was introduced and
walked out on stage.  Of course the audience went wild, and it seemed to take forever
for Steven Lemont to make them calm down.

As is the usual greeting, they’d
shook hands and done that half man hug thing that all men do, before taking a
seat.

The interview had started off well, with AJ
being asked about the new album they are working on, and the upcoming tour.  With
AJ giving his answers in his usual laidback manner.

It seemed however, that Steven Lemont was
just biding his time, trying to make AJ feel at ease; because he’d then moved
in for the kill, asking about the new girl he’d been seen around with over the
last few days.

Just as I knew he would, AJ deflected the
question, just replying that yes, he had been dating someone, but it was early
days and that was all he was prepared to say on the matter.  However, Steven
Lemont wouldn’t let it drop.  He’d kept asking about me, and I’d watched AJ’s
expression.  He may have been smiling, but I saw the tightness around his
mouth.  He obviously wasn’t happy with the way the interview was developing, so
when Steven made a comment in a derogatory manner, about me moving in, and it
being a really quick move, AJ finally made a veiled sarcastic remark;
insinuating that Steven shouldn’t judge people by his own standards.  I could
tell by his face that AJ’s comment hit home.  Steven Lemont’s face turned red with
embarrassment, and you could see his temper rising.

So it was no surprise to me when he’d
brought up Melody Forrester.  Asking if AJ was aware of her comments to the
press, declaring that they were still seeing each other.  That I was just a
publicity stunt; to keep the press off their backs, so they could have some privacy.
 That only two weeks previously they had been together.

AJ just laughed out loud and commented on
her inventive imagination, and shortly afterwards the interview had wound up; but
Steven’s comment stuck with me.  Had she been saying those things to the press?
I’d never given her a thought.  Jen had told me that they were no longer
involved, and I had believed her.  Why wouldn’t I? However, Jen isn’t privy to
all of AJ’s life, and I’d started to wonder if he had still been seeing her
like she said.  He hadn’t been around for a few days before we got together;
for all I knew he could have been with her.

Almost as if she could hear my mind
whizzing around, my phone had rung and looking at the screen I’d seen it was
Jen.

“It’s a crock of shit.” Were the first
words out of her mouth. “This is what Melody does honey, that’s why he dumped
her.  She makes things up and even believes them herself.  AJ hasn’t been with
her; Razor can testify to that.  So don’t you even start becoming wound up,
like I just know you’re thinking of doing.”

“Jen I……”

“He broke down your wall didn’t he sweetie?
I could tell by your voice on the phone earlier.  Please honey, don’t let that
horrid little man lay the first brick to build it back up again.  I knew in my
bones he would say something that would upset you; that’s why I watched the
show.  You can bet your bottom dollar, AJ will have words with that jerk, as
soon as they are off air.  Razor is mad as hell.  He says Melody’s a nutcase.”

“Honey, are you going let me speak?” I’d
butted in.  On having no reply I’d carried on. “He’s only been with me the last
few days honey.  He could have been with her before then, and as much as I
don’t like that thought, we weren’t together, so I don’t have a right to be mad
if he was.”