She moves one of her hands to the back of my head and pushes my face to hers so she can kiss me. The minute her lips find mine, I’m done. Her kiss is demanding and I fucking love it when she’s rough like this. When I can feel her need for me. It’s one of my biggest turn-ons.
I wanted to give her foreplay but I can feel how wet she is already, and I know I’m not going to last, so I thrust inside her. The moan that falls from her lips and the way her pussy squeezes around my dick give me all the feedback I need. I pull out and thrust back in, hard and fast. My promise to fuck her into exhaustion is the only thing on my mind at the moment. Everything else is a blur as I work towards that.
Our bodies move together in relentless pursuit of pleasure.
The push and pull of the chase.
The giving and the taking.
The need for more.
The insatiable hunger for everything we can give each other … for everything we want to take from each other.
I thrust.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Fuck.
I cling to her as my orgasm rips through me. My body tenses and I still as it takes over.
I let it consume me.
I am fucking consumed.
Presley consumes me.
She fucking owns me.
“Jett!” she cries out as she comes. Her body jerks and her pussy tightens around me as it hits.
I let her ride it out until I can’t hold my body up any longer. Pulling out, I lie next to her on the bed. I’m fucking spent.
She moans and it’s the sexy little noise she makes that always makes me want to pump my dick in her again, but no matter what she says or does to try to convince me, I can’t go again. Groaning, I say, “I want to fuck you again, sweetheart, but there’s just no way my body or my dick’s gonna play nice. Jesus, I don’t even have the energy to give you my tongue.” The tiredness seeps deep into my bones and sleep threatens to take hold.
Rolling over, she places her arm across my body and rests her head on my chest while I put my arm around her. Her leg tangles with mine, and her breathing is the only sound she makes. We lie there for a long time, silent. Almost asleep. And then she murmurs, “Are you guys going to be okay?”
I blink my eyes open and frown. “What do you mean?”
“With Van… do you think the band is going to be okay? He seems so angry and disconnected from you all. It worries me.” Her voice is soft and I can hear the care in it. I love how she cares about this. I don’t feel alone in it now I’ve got her by my side.
I let out a long breath. “I honestly don’t know. He’s always been moody but this is a whole new level of moodiness. I feel like he’s pulling away.”
She’s quiet for a beat and then whispers, “Or trying to tell you something.”
Frowning again, I say, “If he’s trying to tell me something, he should just fucking say it. I’m growing tired of his anger and his moods.”
She shifts to rest on her elbow and stomach. “Maybe he doesn’t know what it is he’s trying to say, Jett. Haven’t you ever felt something that you can’t quite put your finger on, almost like a pent up frustration and anger at someone or at a situation that you just can’t express, not even to yourself?”
“No, I haven’t.” I have no clue where she’s coming from here.
“Well, I have, and it sucks. It’s like there’s this nervous energy flowing through you all the time. You know something’s wrong, but as much as you try to analyse it, you come up short. Eventually it all becomes clear… maybe you just need to give him some space and some time to figure it out.”
“I’m all for giving people time to figure their shit out, but Van is pushing against me so damn hard that I’m not sure we’re gonna last long enough for him to do that. I think he’s about to explode, and I don’t think it’ll be pretty.”
She processes that and nods. “Yeah, you might be right. But I hope you guys can look past his behaviour and remember the friendship you all share, because I truly think he needs you guys more than he knows. When someone’s hurting so much that they lash out at those they love, it’s a sign they need you badly.”
I stare at her in awe and then wrap my hand around her neck so I can pull her close. Brushing a kiss across her lips, I murmur, “Van’s a lucky fucker.”
Her brows knit together in confusion. “Why?”
“Because he’s got you on his side.”
Smiling, she kisses me again and then pulls away. Moving off the bed, she says, “Just remember what I said, okay?”
I nod and then ask, “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to clean up and then when I come back, you and me are going to sleep all day.”
I rest my hands behind my head on the pillow and watch her go while thinking about what she said. And then my thoughts shift to the gig we’ve got lined up for tonight. The record label organised a slot for us at a benefit concert that’s on at the Brisbane Entertainment Centre. Van said he’d be there and I hope like hell he keeps that agreement.
20
Jett
Guzzling down the water Presley just gave me, I stare at Van and wonder what’s running through his mind. We’re about to go on stage for our set, and he’s avoided me since sound check. Probably a good thing because he seems to be in the same mood he was in at the airport in LA.
I empty the bottle of water and throw it in the bin. Turning to Hunter, I ask, “You’re good with the changes we made?” We made some slight changes to the drums for tonight that Van suggested and Hunter seemed good to go.