The venue ground still vibrated even after the final encore. My ears were achingly ringing, my voice was raw from screaming the lyrics to Oblivion Echo's entire setlist.
My top was soaked with sweat. I was in my happy place.
I made my way through the rushing crowd, heading for the backstage area. My sister, Hilary had excused herself earlier during the concert and she wasn't back yet.
A security guard's arm stretched across my chest, his expression bored. "No fans past this point."
I was about turning away when I heard a low, familiar voice that made me freeze where I stood. "She's with me."
I spun around. Jax walking majestically towards me. He had his leather jacket hanging over his shoulders, and his tight black shirt was soaked through with sweat, clinging to the muscle of his chest and stomach. His gaze locked onto me, till he was nearer.
My heart was pounding against my chest. I was loosing oxygen.
He's staring at me, I'm staring at him. The man I'd worshiped from afar, the one who's voice and lyrics had soundtracked my life, just locked eyes with me for more than what seeme like a minute. It was surreal, unbelievable.
The guard immediately dropped his arm. "My bad, Jax."
Jax ignored him, his eyes never leaving mine. A slow smile spread across his face. "I saw you singing every word. Front row. You know which song got me?"
I think my heart just stopped.
I could barely breath. "Which one?"
"'Razor Kiss', I watched you scream your lungs out."
He stepped closer. His scent hit me instantly, I could smell cigarette smoke and whiskey. "What's your name, little fan?"
"Jem.....Jemma" I whispered, my voice cracking.
"Jemma." He said my name like it was a dirty secret. "You wanna get out of this hallway?"
All I could do was nod. He didn't wait. His hand wrapped around my wrist, and he pulled me through a maze of corridors without another word.
My whole mind was a blur. I couldn't process what was going on just yet. He finally shouldered open a heavy door that marked 'PRIVATE' and tugged me into a spacious, dimly lit lounge.
It was chaos in here. Plush couches, discarded clothes, empty beer cans, a well-stocked bar, and his guitar propped carelessly in a stand.
But it was Jax. My Jax. I couldn't care less.
He offered me a beer, which I took with a trembling hanh, "Have a seat.'"
"So, Jemma," he leaned a shoulder against the wall, utterly casual yet utterly commanding, "what's the shy girl's secret desire?"
"My secret..... desire," I managed, fighting to find my voice, " to hear the guitar riff to 'Made for me' live on stage. It's not always in the setlist."
"Hm....You're really a fan. You have nice taste for music. Wanna hear it?," he said.
"Real....really?" My voice was a whisper.
Jax's lips curved into that half-smile that made my blood run cold in my veins.
He pushed away from the wall, crossing the short distance to where his guitar rested in the stand. The low light caught the silver chain around his neck as he picked up the instrument.
"Only if you promise not to tell anyone," he murmured, his tone teasingly low.
"I won't," I said, too quickly. Are you kidding me?!
I could swear I saw him smirk. He sat on the arm of the couch right beside me, the leather creaking under his weight. Our knees brushed. It was the faintest contact, but it sent a shock straight through me.
He started to play. The opening chords of 'Made for Me' filled the room. I could feel every note more than I heard it, the vibrations crawling up through the cushions, through my skin.
I watched him closely, catching his every move. His eyes flicked up once, catching mine, and he didn't look away.
The song slowed halfway through, and his voice slid into the melody. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until he stopped singing.
When the last note faded, the silence between us grew thick, charged.
"You really wanted to hear it live," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I did," I murmured. "It was perfect."
He set the guitar aside, leaning closer, his hand resting on the back of the couch. He was close enough that I could feel the heat ozzing from his skin.
"Really?," he said, his eyes searching mine.
He was too close now. My pulse kicked hard. I couldn't bring myself to move or get the fuck up.
He brought his hand up to brush a strand of hair from my cheek. "You have beautiful eyes"
My heart skipped a beat. "Um.....th.. th.. thank you ."
His thumb brushing roughly over my bottom lip. "Can i?"
I couldn't speak. I simply held his gaze.
Jax's thumb lingered on my lip. His touch was rough but careful and I could feel his warm breath hitting my skin.
He lifted my chin slightly, closing the last space between us.
When his lips met mine, it wasn't hard or hungry—it was searching, like he was afraid of breaking something fragile. The kiss deepened only when I responded, my hand rising instinctively to his chest, feeling his heartbeat match my own.
He broke the kiss first, pulling back just enough for me to breathe. His forehead rested against mine, his breathing ragged.
"You shouldn't let me do that," he said quietly, his voice a low, rough confession.
"I know," I breathed. "But I didn't want you to stop."
Jax moved to sit beside me, as his hands slid around my waist, pullin me closer to him. My skin tingled at the contact. He leaned in again, this time pressing his lips against my neck and I couldn't help but moan softly.
His hands were now all over me, roaming around my whole body. I couldn't help but melt under his seduction.
"You taste fucking good," he whispered against my skin. His hand slid under my shirt, brushing across my bare stomach before reaching up to cup one of my breasts through my bra.
I gasped.
His thumb circled the hardened nipple, sending electric shockwaves through my veins.
"You wanna take this to the next level", he murmured against my ears.
My brain short-circuited. Was this really happening? Was this what I wanted? The fan in me screamed no!
I swallowed hard, my heart racing. My mouth was dry, and all I could manage was a nod. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine. "Say it."
"Do... do whatever you want," I managed to croak out.
His grin was wolfish, and he pressed his lips to mine again, deeper this time. His tongue traced the seam of my lips until they parted, and he swept inside, tasting me thoroughly.
He brought his hand under my mini skirt, brushing against my bare skin. He growled against my lips as his fingers hovered over my aching pussy.
"Fuck, you're so turned on," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He shifted my pantiesnto one side before plunging two fingers inside me, pushing deeper until he was hitting my G-spot. I cried out at the sudden burst of pleasure, my hips bucking involuntarily against his hand.
Jax fingers circled and teased my clit while thrusting in and out of my soaked pussy, driving me wild with need. He leaned in, nipping at my earlobe, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "You want more, don't you?"
I could only nod, my head thrashing back against the couch in response. He pulled his fingers from me, leaving me desolate, and stood up, his erection now prominent against his jeans.
His lips curved into a wicked smile. His breath hot against my ear. "Now get on your knees."
I swallowed hard and did as he said, my knees trembling as I lowered myself to the floor, the rough carpet scratching my skin.
He stood up and undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His erection sprung free, thick, veined and ready for action. He knelt behind me, positioning his cock at my entrance. I braced myself as he pushed in slowly, the burning sensation spreading across my skin as he stretched me wide.
"Oh fuck," I moaned, feeling him fill me completely.
He raised my shirt over my head in one swift go, unhooked my bra to fondle with my tits. He pinched my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, and the pain melted into a deep, aching pleasure.
He grabbed my hips, pulling me back against him, and began to move. His hands were rough, bruising even, but I didn't care. The feeling of being owned by him was intoxicating.
The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, and I couldn't help but moan his name. "Jax!"
His thrusts were hard and deep.
He held onto my hips firmly, as he pushed me to the edge. My orgasm built slowly, tightening my core around him until I couldn't take it anymore. Just as I was about to break, he pulled out, sending me spiraling into oblivion.
"Cum for me," he ordered, and with that command, I did. My whole body clenched around the empty space he'd left behind, milk streaming down my thighs.
I sat up, my legs shaking as I took in the sight of him. He was covered in sweat, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.
"Do you want to suck this cock?" he asked, his voice rough.
I swallowed hard. "Yes," I whispered. I guess I couldn't deny the desire feeling throbbing through my veins.
He pulled me close, guiding my mouth to his cock. I opened my mouth as he pushed himself inside. I gagged immediately, tears springing to my eyes. He didn't pause. He held the back of my head and started thrusting, his cock hitting the back of my throat with each push.
I relaxed my throat, letting my tongue explore every inch of his length. He groaned, his hands tangling in my hair. "FUCK!"
His hips bucked against my face, urging me on. "That's it," he growled. "Take it all."
I opened my throat wider, taking him to the back of my mouth. He felt so big. My hand gripped his thigh, steadying myself as he held onto me.
"Look at me," he said, his voice hoarse.
I lifted my head to meet his gaze. Jax eyes were dark pools of lust, his face flushed with desire. It was a heady feeling, knowing that I had this effect on him. I felt fulfilled.
"Suck it faster", his voice a low rumble.
I took him deeper into my mouth, taking in the salty taste of him. His cock grew harder in my mouth. I could feel the veins pulsing under my tongue. He growing closer to release. His hips bucked harder against my face, pushing deeper into my mouth. His fingers dug deeper into my hair.
With one powerful thrust, he released himself into my mouth. I felt his warm cum spill over my tongue, filling my mouth with his taste. I swallowed hard, trying to keep pace with the force of his orgasm.
His hips jerked once more, and then he pulled out. I looked up at him. He was flushed with satisfaction.
"Lie down," he commanded, gesturing to the couch. I complied without hesitation, my heart racing in anticipation of what was to come.
He dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands spreading my legs apart. "You're dripping wet"
He leaned forward and buried his face between my legs. He pressed his lips to my pussy. It was an entirely new sensation, having him taste me. His tongue was merciless. A long, flat lick from my entrance all the way up to my clit. He ate me out like a starved man. His tongue darting deep inside, sucking it and flicking it restlessly, his fingers pressed into the soft flesh of my ass.
"Oh my god, Jax. Right there, fuck!" . I moaned, arching my back as his tongue darted in and out of my wet pussy, my hips bucking against his mouth.
He slid two fingers inside my vagina, fucking me with them while his tongue never stopped its torture on my clit.
I could feel my orgasm building so soon once again. He held onto my hips, keeping me in place as he ate me out.
Unable to control the force of my climax, my cries echoed around the room. My legs shook uncontrollably.
His hands moved up to torment my tits. His fingers circling and pinching on my hard nipples. "You have a perfect tits, Jemma", he squeezed them hard.
He bent his head and sucked one stiff nipple into his hot mouth, his tongue lashing . I moaned, my head falling back. My hands tangled in his sweaty hair, holding him to me.
"Look at you, all slick and ready for me," he said, his eyes darkening as he gazed down at my soaked vagina. He positioned himself between my legs, the head of his cock teasing my entrance
"You want this. Don't you?", he smirked.
"Yes, Jax..... Please....", I couldn't help it.
"Oh fuck," I moaned as he filled me completely, stretching me wider than before. It was like being torn apart and remade by his cock. I gasped at the sudden penetration but welcomed the intense sensation. He began to move, his hips pounding against mine in a smooth rhythm.
I felt every inch of him. His thrusts were hard and punishing, making me bite my lip to keep from screaming out his name.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his voice strained. He didn't give me time to adjust. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting his pace.
He leaned down, capturing my mouth in another searing kiss. "You feel that? That's my cock in your pussy."
"Yes! Don't stop, Jax, please, fuck me harder!" I begged, driving my nails deep into his shoulders.
He slammed into me over and over again, each thrust driving deeper, harder than the last.
We moved together like this for what felt like hours, our bodies entwined in a dance of raw need and unchecked passion.
He fucked me with everything he had. It was raw, loud, and fucking perfect. The slap of our skin, his grunts in my ear, the way my boobs shook with every deep thrust. I felt another orgasm building, coiling deep in my stomach, ready to snap.
"I'm gonna cum," I whimpered.
"Cum on my cock," he commanded, his pace becoming even more faster. "Cum for me, Jemma."
I shattered, my vision blurring out, a broken scream tearing from my throat as my vagina clenched around his cock.
I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, preparing to release. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me and let out a roar. I felt the hot pulse of his cum flooding me, filling me up. He collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the couch, both of us slick with sweat and breathing like we'd just run a marathon.
We collapsed on the couch, panting and sweating, our hearts racing in unison. My legs still wrapped around him, refusing to let go of this moment.
After a moment, he pushed himself up on his arms and looked down at me. He wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. He leaned in, kissing me softly on the lips. "You're incredible," he whispered, then pulled out of me.