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When Never Again left the stage, everyone else wanted to stay and watch the next band, but nothing was going to stop me from getting to Jude. I flashed my VIP badge to several security guards, weaving through the busy backstage, worried I wouldn’t find him.
I shouldn’t have worried. Jude stood at the door of his dressing room, looking left and right. When he finally searched me out, I was still ten feet away, but he closed the distance in a few long strides, scooping me up in his arms and pressing his hot mouth to mine. My legs locked around his waist, and his hands tangled in my hair. He kissed me breathless, licking my lips and tongue, intoxicating me with his pure desire and affection.
“I love you,” he murmured into my mouth.
“I love you too, Jude.” My eyes opened to find his already darting over my face. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”
Then we were moving, past his dressing room, down the hall. Jude yanked open a door, carried me inside a small bathroom, and locked the door behind us. Pressing my back against it, he rocked his erection into my core, groaning when we met. I yanked at his shirt, and he tossed it off in one fluid motion, then my skirt was around my waist and his mouth was all over my neck and breasts, sucking at them through my dress.
We didn’t speak; it wasn’t necessary. We were two beings made of want and lust, colliding, finding relief in each other.
“You don’t need a condom,” I said, want tremoring my voice. He groaned so deep, it vibrated my chest.
I’d gone on the pill a month ago, but up until now, we’d continued using condoms just to be safe. But the thing was, I’d never felt safer than with Jude.
In seconds, he had his jeans open and my flimsy thong pushed aside, cock rubbing my entrance. My legs tightened, pulling him closer, begging to be filled by him.
Strong fingers cupped my jaw, keeping my face tipped to his. His cock surged forward, stretching me around him, nearly hitting the end of me.
“Stripes,” he gritted, somehow pushing in even further. “You feel amazing. We should never have anything between us.”
I clawed at his shoulders and arms while he wrecked me. We wrecked each other. Messy, intense kisses, restless hands everywhere, fucking like we were crazed. Wewerecrazed. For each other, for the music, for tonight.
Jude let go of my jaw to slide his hand into my dress, freeing my breast from the thin fabric. He lifted it to his mouth and sucked my taut, aching nipple.
Sweat trickled down my back and beaded on Jude’s forehead. We never stopped moving, stopped fucking. Control had been left at the door. Jude was savage in the way he pounded into me, and I clawed at him like I wanted to see his insides.
His skin was scored with my passion. My pussy would surely be tender from his rapture. But right now, the only pain I felt was the bittersweet need to let go and come, facing off with the desire to keep doing this until one or both of us died.
The other side of my dress was roughly pushed aside, baring both breasts to Jude’s waiting tongue. He sucked at me expertly, pooling pleasure in my center. My belly tightened. Stars danced at the edges of my vision.
“I could fuck you forever.” His voice sounded like sandpaper, gritty and rough. “You feel like mine.”
“I am.” My entire body shook, inner muscles clenching Jude’s cock, pulling him in, intent on keeping him.
All it took was Jude’s fingers circling my clit once to give in. I came around him, writhing wantonly, moaning much too loud for the setting, but not caring nearly enough to even attempt to control myself.
Jude rutted against me, taking deep, jerky strokes, hot breath on my neck. He cupped my breast, kneading it, groans echoing the small space we shared. He spilled deep inside me, coating my inner walls.
Breathless and sweaty, we kissed lazily while he stayed inside me as long as he could.
“Did you like it?” he asked.
“Are you kidding? I can’t feel my legs.”
He shook his head. “No, the show. The music. Did you like it?”
I pushed the sweaty hair off his forehead. “I loved it, Jude. Every second. I’m on the verge of wearing out your CD. And not just because it’s you, but because your sound is sick, and your voice is drugging. Seeing you up there, on a real stage with a real sound system and lighting, just cemented what I knew. You’re legit. That’s where you belong.”
His cock swelled and hardened with my every word, and though I could hear people walking by just on the other side of the thin door, I didn’t care. This man was my world right now. I was high on him and us.
“Do you have any idea how much I wanted your approval tonight? Fuck whoever else was in the audience. That was for you, Stripes.”
I believed him. I’d felt it out there, the intensity that was only for me, spilling out over the entire audience.
“I love you,” I said.
“Love you too.”
He started driving into me again in earnest, rattling the door behind me. There was so much we needed to talk about, but right now, there was only this, only us.
The rest? It all seemed unimportant and far away when I was in his arms and he was bare inside me.
