I sat watching him from the first row. He always makes sure I have tickets and spends the night with me whenever they’re in town. Most of the time, he sings to everyone in the audience and can make every woman there feel like he’s singing just to her, but then there’s the few times his piercing blue gaze meets mine during a song, and I know he’s singing it for me. There’s no feel to it. I just know.
With his head thrown back, his eyes closed, and that expression on his face, reminds me of last night in my living room. He’d called me to tell me that he was on his way over, and I had lit candles all around the room and a few in my bedroom. I knew that eventually we’d make it there, but we can never keep our hands off each other long enough that the first round doesn’t happen as soon as we lay eyes on each other.
True to form, he walked in the door, and as soon as it closed behind him, I was in his arms and he was leaning back against the door. Quickly, I found myself once again in a race against him to see which one of us could get the other one naked first. In his haste, he was no longer leaning casually against the door. Nope. He stood with his feet apart like he was ready and braced for action, or whatever I might throw his way. When all he had on was his jeans, my fingers had the button undone and smoothly sliding his zipper down before he even had my bra completely off.
"I win," I told him, as I bent to peel the tight denim down his muscular thighs. God, I loved that he went commando; it made moments like these so much easier.
"I think we both win," he replied, his voice deep and husky with desire.
With one hand I stroked his balls, rolling them gently in my hand as I kissed the tip of his shaft. He moaned my name when I took him fully in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around him as I pulled my head back up, and sucked hard as I moved back down.
He fell back against the door with his head thrown back in ecstasy, his eyes closed. He looked just like he does now on stage. He moaned softly, "Damn, baby, you’ve got skillz."
With his hands in my hair, he tried in vain to pull me away from him, but I was having none of that. I wanted all he could give me, and I was going to take it. If I had to. I moved the hand I had been holding him with around to grab one cheek of that awesome ass. There was no way he was getting away from me now.
"Oh fuck," he panted, "Baby, I’m coming."
I just hummed softly, as he gripped my head tighter. I knew the vibrations of the humming would push him over the edge, and I just drank up every last drop.
When I finally released him, he just slid down the door and pulled me into his lap. We eventually made it to the bedroom, and he made me a very happy woman!
Now, on stage, he raises his head and looks directly into my eyes. Blue fire tells me he’s remembering last night too.
5 comments:
Ohhhh! So THAT'S why it's sometimes called a 'hum job.' LMAO!
This was great! And great picture as well T, it so totally fit your quick fic.
Thanks for sharing and for doing an awesome hum job..err.. job as usual! ;)
Starr,
I'm glad you enjoyed it. To be honest, I got the idea from something Lucy said on my forum about a different pic. But, she posted this one too; I snagged it and wrote the story...lmao.
~T
Really enjoyed your story T! Yum...I could just picture it all in my house! Thanks for the fantasy!
~ JonsBambi
Glorious! I love the pics of Jon w/his head thrown back like that. Sigh. I really enjoyed this story. It could happen to any of us, right? LOL
Thanks, T!
I loved the hmmm story! Wow!
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