Page 46 of Musical Games
Jamie was a constant surprise. Grumpy and taciturn, then funny and engaging. A mummy’s boy, then cooking like a pro. Inexperienced in life, then taking care of a baby. How Jamie was with Liam was enough to ruin her underwear for life. And she’d fallen asleep next to him. How had that happened? One moment she was listening to him play, the next she was dreaming of him naked and hard above her.
What she didn’t expect was to wake with Fiona and Duncan’s faces looming at her over the back of the sofa. Ugh. Nowthatwas embarrassing. She rinsed her mouth and stepped out of her pyjamas. The gusset of the bottoms was already wet with desire.Fuck’s sake! Just have a shower and go to bed.
She turned on the water, letting it run over her fingertips. Little droplets bounced off and up her arm. Her breasts ached. Her whole body was throbbing for the release she kept denying herself. If she made herself come whilst thinking of Jamie, she could no longer pretend she was only interested in him for his music. If she touched herself, she made it real.
She stepped into the flow. Sharp drops flicked against her nipples, drumming over her hypersensitive skin, shooting pleasure down her body. The water ran in rivulets between her breasts, over the swell of her stomach, coalescing in her curls, then running down her legs. She reached for the shelf with the shower gel.
Don’t do it. Don’t do it.
Her heart thumped in her chest. She grabbed the black bottle, flipped the lid and squeezed the gel into her hand. She rubbed it slowly between her palms, her nostrils flaring and her mouth watering as the scent filled the air. She was going to do this. She stepped back so the water hit the apex of her thighs, then stroked over her breasts.
She circled them, teasing herself until she couldn’t bear it any longer and rolled the tips between her fingers and thumbs. Her eyes fell closed as she imagined Jamie behind her, cupping, stroking, kneading, pinching. Kissing and nipping her neck, biting the soft lobe of her ear and whispering her name.
* * *
Jamie lay in the darkness,staring up at the shadowy ceiling, his hands clenched by his sides and his cock as hard as a rock. He squeezed his eyes shut as he listened to the sound of the water on the wall of the shower, as if by doing so he could block out the image of Sam naked and wet only inches away. She was so fucking beautiful, so utterly intoxicating that she occupied his every thought. She was the brightest star in his sky, her light eclipsing everything and everyone else.
After the evening babysitting for Liam, he hoped she did like him a little more. But he was not stupid or arrogant enough to think she could ever feel any differently towards him. Her feelings for him would always be platonic.
He threw off the covers and knelt on the bed, facing the bathroom, resting his forehead against the cool wallpaper, the faint vibrations of the shower coming through the thin wall. They shivered down him, amplifying the fire burning through every cell. He hungered for her with an intensity that was blinding. His right hand drifted to his cock and he sucked in a ragged breath as he touched the hard, pulsing heat. He stroked the thick length, shocks of urgent pleasure shooting through him, then rubbed the pad of his thumb over the head, spreading the slick precum. In his mind he saw her in the shower, soapy bubbles clinging to her breasts, her nipples begging to be sucked. He swallowed, imagining his tongue around them, her soft voice moaning his name.
* * *
‘Jamie,’Sam exhaled with a sigh. She imagined his hard length rubbing up and down the crease of her bottom as she circled her clitoris and tugged on her nipple. The sensations rolled in rushes of boiling pleasure that pushed against the inside of her skin. She was frantic for more. She grabbed the shower head from its holder, angling the jet of water directly onto the centre of her pleasure, gasping as the sensations rocketed higher. She spread her legs wider, imagining him behind her, the fat head of his cock pushing at her entrance. She leaned forward, opening to him, her left hand braced on the back wall, her fingers splayed as if yearning to reach through and clasp her hand with his.
* * *
Jamie’s nailsdug into the wallpaper, every muscle in his body straining. His cock was weeping with need, the hard shaft slippery as he tugged in faster and faster strokes. He hissed each breath through his clenched jaw, seeing her in the shower, spreading her legs, beckoning him forward. His climax coiled in tighter and tighter circles at the base of his spine, drawing his balls up, pushing him higher. He saw himself sink to his knees, pulling her onto his tongue, losing himself in her salty sweetness.
* * *
Sam gaspedas she pressed her forehead against the wet tiles, trying to stay conscious as her breathing stuttered and her brain sparkled with stars. The water drummed against her clitoris, rushing her forward on the crest of an unstoppable wave. She imagined him thrusting deep inside her and the wave broke. She cried his name as her orgasm crashed through her with rolling, flooding pleasure. She was lost to it, lost to him.
* * *
As Jamie imaginedher climaxing on his tongue, he fell apart with shuddering jerks, his release shooting up the base of his spine, eviscerating everything in its wake. It was so all-consuming he lost all sense of self. Everything was blinding light. He fell back on the bed, his breathing ragged, his eyes wide but unseeing. The only thing left in existence was her.
15
Over the next few days, Sam and Jamie seemed to settle into an understanding. Conversation centred around music, personal subjects were avoided and Morag was used as a buffer. If Jamie had come out of his shell a little when they babysat Liam, he was now wedged so far back inside it even Hermit crabs seemed like extroverts in comparison.
Sam knew how badly she could be affected by anxiety before a live performance and was worried as Jamie got quieter and quieter. Two days before the concert he was even more on edge. They’d just finished dinner and Morag had left the room to take a call. Jamie’s knee bounced up and down. He kept swallowing as if he was trying to find the courage to speak and his hands were splayed on the table as if held there with superglue. She inched her fingers towards his.
‘Jamie, I—’
He leapt up as if stung, clearing the plates from the table. ‘I want to take you somewhere tomorrow morning,’ he said in a rush.
She sat back. ‘O-kay. Where, when, why?’
Jamie kept his back to her, loading the dishwasher. ‘It’s a surprise. I want to show you more of Scotland. We’d have to leave here at 5.00 a.m.’
‘5.00 a.m.?’
He nodded.
‘You’ll have to give me more information than that before I say yes.’
He turned and allowed their eyes to meet before he glanced away again. His face was bright red. ‘There’s champagne.’
