Page 7 of Still Her

MAYZIE

The vehicle pulls around the back of the arena where the guys are playing tonight, and I’m greeted by the familiar sight of tour busses and Mack trucks with trailers, forming a small colony in the venue’s sprawling back parking lot. The SUV comes to a stop at the end of the line of tour buses, and Jack and I get out to retrieve my suitcase and the dogs from the back. We each take a leash, and Phil, one of the head roadies, walks up to take my suitcase as Jack directs the way to the bus we’ll be calling home for the next three months. I thank Phil as we follow him, enjoying the feel of the warm balmy air on my skin. As we pass one of the buses that houses the crew, Kelly the band’s assistant approaches, wearing her signature black crew t-shirt and ripped jeans. With her short spiky black hair, nose piercing and neck tattoo, she appears sort of badass scary. It could not be farther from the truth. She’s one of the sweetest and friendliest people you could ever meet.

“Hi Mayzie,” she greets me cheerfully with a hug, which I return full force. “Welcome back to the road,” she says, stepping back. “Can I get you anything?”

“Actually, would you mind walking the dogs while we get her settled in?” interrupts Jack.

“Of course!” she agrees, reaching out for the leashes. The dogs happily follow her as she walks away, and Jack leads me to the bus we share with Matt. The band gets two buses this time around, and there are several more designated to the road managers and crew. We approach a monstrous black and silver bus near the end of the line, and Jack, holding my hand, leads us up the small steps.

“Oh wow,” I exclaim as I take in the luxury of the bus’s interior. It’s like the inside of Eli’s jet but with more space and a different color scheme. The front lounge area has the perfect combination of creams mixed with light brown shades. It looks airy yet warm, making for what is sure to be a comfortable atmosphere for the long trip ahead of us. Beyond that is a spacious kitchenette with a booth table and sleek appliances. One bathroom and a few bunks come after that, one of which is larger than the rest, which is apparently where Matt is set up. And at the very back, Jack lets us into our bedroom. There, I see the bed that Jack showed me on video chat, in real life. The bed is neatly made with the pillows all piled at the head. There are dark wood cabinets, cubbies, and drawers lining the side walls, and a flat screen TV up in the corner over my shoulder. In the back corner is the adjoining bathroom with shower, giving us everything we need between cities.

I look around, taking it all in, picturing us living our day-to-day in here, and giving myself a moment to get it right in my head as Jack steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. I bring my hands up to rub the hair on his forearms and close my eyes, loving the feeling of being wrapped up in him.

“Did you do that?” I ask, nodding with a grin at the bed and the fact that it’s made. If Jack has one flaw, it’s that he doesn’t make the bed. That’s always my job. I can’t stand trying to climb into a messy bed at night, trying to straighten out the sheets and get comfortable.

“Yeah, just for you.” Jack lowers his chin to my shoulder. “I had to welcome you to our temporary home properly.” He plants a tender kiss on my cheek.

“It issohot when you make the bed,” I say, turning my head to look back at him and widening my eyes.

“Is my girl turned on?” He asks, searching my face for signs of arousal. I smile and arch my eyebrow at him. He gently turns me and brings his hands up to my face, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs, the look in his eyes going slightly solemn. “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how much I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you.” I bring my hands up to hold on to his wrists. He nods, and kisses me, deep. His lips are soft but solid against mine as he turns his head to take me in deeper. When he gently pulls away, we’re both breathless.

“I’ve got a little over an hour before sound check…” he hints. “Do you…?” He leaves the question open, knowing I’ll know what he’s asking.

I nod and place my hands on his shoulders, standing up on my toes to kiss his neck. I am absolutely not hating this idea. When Jack and I got married, I broke up with my vibrator so it’s been a long two weeks. Not that Jack and I don’t know how to be creative over the phone, but you know. He tips his head back with a groan, before a look of realization comes over him. “Hang on,” he whispers, stepping just a foot away from me.

He reaches behind him to pull his grey t-shirt off over his head and reaches for a remote that’s lying on a nearby side table. He presses a button that makes a small beep and the solid blinds hanging in the windows of either side of the room start to lower with a soft whirring sound. Little by little, the room is shrouded in darkness, but the blinds leave a thin crack where the light shines through on either side of the room so that we can still faintly see each other. The darkness makes the tattoos on his arms and chest stand out in stark contrast against the alabaster of his skin as he unfastens his jeans. I keep my eyes on him as I hook my thumbs in the straps of my dress and slowly peel it down. I push it down until it drops to my feet, leaving me in nothing but my matching black lace bra and panties, at the same time I see him step out of his pants. He steps forward and grabs me by my hips, pulling me into a kiss and holding me close against his body. When I feel the smooth skin of his warm cock brush against the skin of my belly, I get a sense of excitement that originates in my abdomen and mushroom-clouds up through my chest. Our hands glide over each other’s skin while our kiss deepens into a sensual dance between our lips and our tongues, stroking and caressing, our heads turning with the movements. Without breaking it, Jack reaches behind me to unhook my bra, delicately pulling the straps down my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.

Our breathing picks up and our temperatures get warmer, releasing our pheromones into the space around us which come together to create the most exquisite scent of vanilla and peonies wrapped in worn leather.

Jack slow dances us over to the bed, keeping his lips on mine before he gently lowers me to the mattress and comes down to kneel over me. Holding himself up on his hands, he leans down and lets his mouth travel from mine, down my neck to the hollow of my throat, to my chest. He slides over to my side, his mouth coming down over my breast, circling my areola with his tongue. I feel an immediate swelling and pulsing down in my sex, and a guttural groan forms in the back of my throat, coming out of my mouth on a tortured breath.

His mouth continues its journey down my abdomen, and across to my left hip where he takes the lace of my panties in his teeth and starts working them down. He kisses his way across my stomach, breathing heavily against my skin, until he gets to my other side. He repeats the same motion, drawing the material down my hip. When my panties have reached my mid-thigh, he nips at the middle to pull them slowly down to my knees. My eyes have begun to adjust to the darkness in the room, and watching him perform the act is so sexy and primal, it makes my arousal climb. When the material reaches my calves, Jack grabs them, pulling them the rest of the way off. He returns his mouth to my body, reaching its final destination between my legs. He maneuvers his shoulders under my legs and brings his hands up to caress my thighs as he flattens his tongue against my folds, running it up my crevice from bottom to top. The front strands of his hair tickle against my skin, heightening every sensation. My hands go into my hair as his tongue continues to rub against my clit, drawing blood from the rest of my body and bringing it rushing to my core. I start to pant and roll my hips almost involuntarily.

“Oh my God,” the words come out of me in a strangled whisper.

“Oh baby, you are burning so hot for me,” Jack exhales heavily against my skin. More moans and cries escape my mouth as Jack pushes his tongue inside me and starts thrusting in a slow but steady rhythm.

My hands come down to either side of my hips on the mattress to hold on to the comforter for dear life. I’m being pushed swiftly up to my peak and I’m losing my grip on my control. Jack lets go of my thighs and threads both of his hands with mine like he’s trying to anchor me. He groans against me, causing the most insane vibration to send a wave rippling through me.

“Jack…” I whisper in warning.

I’m so close, and I need him inside me. I have nothing against oral orgasms, but I crave the kind I get when I’m full with Jack inside me, and he knows this, which is why a hint of irritation has crept into my moans and gasps when he keeps going.

“JACK!” I release his name on a desperate cry into the room. I’m past the point of caring if the walls are soundproof. He’s back on top of me in a heartbeat, his face hovering over mine.

“Okay, okay…” he whispers. “Shhh… I’ve got you baby,” he shifts his hips so that the head of his massive cock is resting heavy against my clit, applying the slightest amount of pressure. “That what you want, sweetheart?”

I give him a frantic nod, kissing him.

“Me too… I want you so bad,” he whispers before pushing inside me. My walls are snug around him but he glides easily through my wetness. I let out a shuddery moan as he lets out a ragged exhale. He continues to push inside in one long stroke, his body traveling up mine. When he’s bottomed out, he holds us there, giving us both a chance to regain control. “God, you feel so good. I missed you so much,” his words come out in a stream of hurried whispers against my lips as he draws himself out to halfway before stroking back inside. He holds his position once again before starting to stroke steadily in and out. My hands grip his back, and I bring my knees up to his hips to take him deeper.

We thrust and rock together, touching as much of each other as we can. We get lost in the heat, the friction, the emotion. The chain around his neck dangles over me, the cross dancing across my skin as we move.

Our rhythm gets harder, faster, a little more at a time. The pressure is stirring and building in my core. I feel it compressing and expanding, threatening to explode. Jack is moaning along with me as he nips at my neck, my jaw, my lips. The room is filled with the sounds of our movements, competing with the hum of the air conditioning that fails to keep the sweat off our bodies.

Already completely seated deep inside me, Jack snaps his hips, pushing the threshold, leading me to grunt and bite down on his shoulder. His response is a hiss intermingled with a heavy moan.

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