Don’t Fall For A Dreamer (Wayward Lane Backstage #3)

Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

JESSE

I barely had time to shut the apartment door, when Evert dropped the grocery bag on the floor, took the guitar case from my hand, and proceeded to kiss any remaining tension out of me. His hungry lips devoured mine and I was starving for him. For everything.

“Fuck dinner,” I growled. “Let’s go straight to bed.”

“Fair warning,” he whispered in between kisses. “I’m a bossy top.”

I sagged against the door and stared at him.

“Not surprised,” I replied and took a steadying breath. “I haven’t…I mean, usually I top if I’m with a stranger, but I?—”

“You need to let go.”

I licked my lips, tasting Evert. Fuck, he was addictive.

“Jess?”

I wanted to let go. Fuck, he was right. I needed to.

“Yes.”

Evert groaned and reached for me again, taking my lips in a mauling kiss that left no room for doubt. The way his mouth claimed mine—no hesitation, all possession—was hot as fuck.

“Before I totally lose my head, I got tested recently,” he whispered. “I’m good.”

“Me too.”

Evert captured my mouth, his tongue snaking around mine, and I couldn’t help the desperate, needy moan that rumbled out of me. My hands latched onto the bottom of his t-shirt, yanking it up, needing it gone. My fingers reached smooth skin, and his taut stomach muscles quivered under my touch.

“I need to see all of you.”

“Bedroom,” he demanded. “Now.”

I took Evert’s hand and guided him down the hallway. Like the rest of my place, it was simple; a king bed, a couple of nightstands, and a dresser. Hardly any decoration. Only a few personal pictures of me, my friends, and the bands I represented. I never realized how empty the space felt until this moment.

I stopped short when I reached the foot of the bed. Evert slid up behind me, arms tight around my waist, and when he notched his face into my neck, teasing me with decadent kisses and not-so-gentle nips, I shivered. I took one of his hands, guiding him down the front of my jeans, until he was cupping my aching dick. He rocked his hips, and when his hard cock rubbed against my ass, it was on.

Turning around, we didn’t kiss so much as collide, frantically eating at each other’s mouth. He reached for the button on my jeans, and I pulled on his t-shirt with shaky hands. Clothes went flying until we were both naked, skin to skin. Evert urged me backwards and I stretched out on my bed, legs spread wide, waiting, wanting.

And hell, did I want.

Evert was fucking beautiful, head to toe. Powerful thighs that framed his heavy cock and balls, taut abs and pecs, and my personal kryptonite, strong, veiny forearms covered in tatts. Not to mention the golden happy trail that I was all too eager to explore. But it was the piercing in his cock that caught my undivided attention and had my mouth watering.

“Holy fucking shit, you’re sexy.”

“Jesse.” He moaned my name and edged closer to the bed, sliding his hands over my thighs, and wrapping my legs around his waist. “Look at me.”

His eyes undid me, so intense, so full of passion. And all that passion was aimed at me. My heart raced out of control and my dick grew painfully hard, sitting heavy against my belly. I licked my lips, dying for another taste of him. He reached for one of my hands, pulling it up over his pec. His heart was pounding as fiercely as mine.

“Feel that?”

I nodded, swallowing hard.

“We’ve barely started and that’s what you do to me, cari?o. That’s how much I want you.”

Evert slid down over me, and when his hard cock brushed against mine, I let out a loud groan. We kissed for ages, and I could get off like this, just from making out. I pumped my hips, my cock desperate for friction. He sucked on the tender skin below my jawline, and made his way down my chest, licking each nipple, tormenting them with his teeth and tongue.

“Fuck me already—” I whispered.

“No,” he insisted. “Don’t rush.”

“Ev.”

My growl of frustration had him smiling in return. “I’m going to take all the time I want. Now, lie back and let go. You know you want to.”

Evert was an artist, not a hypnotist, but in that moment, I was mesmerized. And when he lowered his head and teased me again, his tongue licking a sensuous path down my abs, I finally surrendered. One of his callused hands cupped my balls, rolling them, tugging gently. His touch was heady, but not nearly enough.

“More,” I moaned. “Please.”

He swallowed my cock in his hot, wet mouth, and I couldn’t stop the moan of appreciation from rumbling out of my chest. I gripped his long hair while he licked and sucked the head of my dick, then took me all the way down, humming his pleasure, sparking mine. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so thoroughly devoured. Normally, I wasn’t interested in lingering touches or languid kisses. Hot and fast was all I needed. A quick handjob or a blowjob, and I was good to go. This was so far from that.

Evert kept sucking and licking my cock, teasing me like he had all the time in the world. I tightened my grip in his hair, begging for more. When he took me down his throat again, the pleasure was so intense my hips came off the bed.

“More,” I cried out. “Baby, I need more.”

I bit my lip hard, but it was too late. The words were already spoken. Not that Evert seemed distracted by the fact I’d called him ‘baby’. The total opposite. He bobbed his head faster, sucking harder. He gripped the base of my dick in one hand, and teased my hole with the other.

“Yes, fuck yes.”

I needed him inside me, and I needed him now. He slowly pulled off my cock and I murmured my protest.

“Get the lube,” he demanded, his voice hoarse.

I rolled over and yanked on the drawer of my nightstand, pulling so hard that the entire thing shook and the lamp that sat on it nearly toppled over. After two attempts, I managed to get the drawer open and grabbed the lube, throwing it on the bed. Evert snatched it and wasted no time lubing up his hand.

“Spread those sexy legs,” he commanded.

I was going to protest—his words, not the order—but then I saw the feral look in his eyes. Glancing down, his cock was as red as mine, swollen and leaking. There was no doubt he wanted me. Instead of letting my insecurities take hold, I did as I was told and pulled my knees up to my chest. I didn’t shave or wax like a lot of guys, but suddenly I wondered if that would turn him off.

Evert licked his lips provocatively, then leaned down and buried his face in my ass.

“Oh fuck.”

When his hot tongue slid over my hole, I didn’t have any worry left in me. The talented man didn’t do anything by half measure and that included rimming. He ate at my hole, licking, sucking, teasing me so good. When he wiggled the tip of his tongue inside me, fucking me with it, I lost all sense of control and inhibition.

“Don’t stop. Please, please, don’t stop.”

I hardly recognized my voice. I was keening loudly, humping his face, frantic for more. Needy like I never was.

Evert rubbed his scruff against my ass cheeks as his tongue continued to torture my hole. It was so fucking incredible, but I needed more. I needed his cock. I needed him to fuck me to oblivion, to fill me up.

“Fuck me, Ev. Please.”

“Say it again.”

“Fuck me,” I growled, frustrated, and so turned on I could come any moment.

He pulled back, his lips swollen, and reached for the lube again.

“Condom?” he asked.

“We just talked about this. And I’m on PreP, I’m good,” I panted. “Unless you?—”

“I don’t want anything between us.”

Thinking about Evert coming in my ass had me trembling hard with anticipation. He nodded, a flash of understanding passing between us. He slicked up his cock, and then I remembered the piercing. When Evert notched his dick to my hole, everything in my body tensed up. I hadn’t bottomed in so long that the initial burn knocked the air right out of me. Or maybe that was Evert. The way he was looking at me was so intense and so fucking hot that my cock throbbed even harder. Slowly, second by second, I relaxed, letting him inside.

“Good?” he panted, staring down at me.

“Yes.”

Canting his hips, he pushed forward, and the bite of pain turned to exquisite pleasure. I was so full and when he pumped his hips, that piercing hit my prostate just right.

“Holy shit, Ev,” I moaned and let go of my legs, reaching for him. “So fucking good.”

I slid my hands around his neck, reaching for him.

“Jesse, I—” he paused, shuddering. “Don’t. I’m going to come if you so much as kiss me right now.”

Knowing that I was about to push Evert over the brink already made me smug as hell.

“Then hurry up and fuck me,” I quipped.

He bit back a smile, but I caught it. And when he punched his hips forward, his cock filling me up, I couldn’t contain my whimper.

“Like that,” I urged. “Harder. Faster.”

But there was no rushing the artist that was Evert Jackson. He fucked into me slowly, his hand stroking my dick in tandem. Every touch had me keening for more, my body undulating, completely under his spell. But I was done with his teasing. Leaning up, I kissed Evert’s neck, then bit down and sucked hard on his sensitive skin. The strangled groan he let out was followed by the hard thrust of his hips.

“Yes,” I grunted. “Right fucking there, baby.”

I got my wish when he rutted into me frantically, the bed creaking, our bodies quaking. My heels dug into his ass cheeks as I urged him on, my climax within reach. He nailed my prostate over and over, and I couldn’t get enough, the pleasure growing higher, hotter.

“Jesse, cari?o?—”

“I’m right here, baby. So close.”

“Come for me,” Evert demanded.

It only took a few strokes and I was there, the orgasm slamming into me, the pleasure so intense all I could do was call out his name. Evert shuddered in response and came inside me, marking me with his cum.

Being claimed like that was a whole new experience for me, and one that I fucking loved.

When we finally managed to catch our breath, Evert slowly pulled out and lay down beside me, staring into my eyes. His hand drifted over my shoulder, down my arm, tracing my tattoos. I relished every stroke. And when his hand slid to my hip, then over my ass, teasing me, I shuddered. We were both sticky and sweaty and too blissed out to move. There were decadent kisses, and I didn’t want to stop.

“Do you ever sleep over?” I asked, curious.

And curiously optimistic.

“I usually fuck and run.”

“Same. It’s easy,” I whispered.

This felt anything but.

He nodded. “No complications, no worries. Fun and done.”

“This was…fun.”

Nice, Jesse. Smooth.

“Cari?o, you and I both know that it’s so much more than that.”

Evert’s cocky grin had me smiling right back at him.

“Does that mean you’re not gonna run?”

“I’m still here, aren’t I?” he replied.

I leaned over and kissed the smirk off his face.

“So, you’ll stay tonight?” I asked.

“With one condition.”

“Let the negotiations begin,” I quipped, crossing my arms.

“You call me ‘baby’ again.”

“Done.”

I sealed the deal with a languid kiss. Eventually, we managed to tear ourselves away from each other—and my bed. After a long shower that led to another make out session, we finally made our way to the kitchen. I spotted the grocery bag on the floor, but thankfully when I reached inside, everything was still cold.

Like me, Evert preferred to walk around barefoot. Barefoot and shirtless. He’d thrown on his low-slung jeans and nothing else. And nothing was sexier. And watching the stunning man make himself at home, in my home, made my chest ache. Every time I looked at him. Was I having a heart issue? It was definitely not the medical kind…

His beaded bracelets rattled as he rummaged through the grocery bag. I’d offered to help, but my bossy lover told me to search for a bottle of wine and start pouring. Who was I to argue with that?

While I was busy uncorking the wine, Evert tied his blond locks in a bun, and then perused my cabinets. He pulled out a pan with the label and price tag still attached.

“Seriously?” he chuckled.

“I told you, I don’t cook.”

“But thank God you have cookware,” he teased. “Did you buy this?”

“No. It was a housewarming gift from my assistant, Seema.”

“But your assistant knows you, and presumably, that you wouldn’t use this.”

I chuckled. “It was a gag gift. And it came with a bottle of champagne. Which I did make use of.”

I poured two glasses of wine and passed one over to him.

“Well, it’s a good thing I came along then,” he smiled. “Can’t have expensive cookware going to waste.”

“Let’s see what you can do with it, masterchef.”

Evert pointed at me and crooked his finger, motioning for me to step closer. I put the glass aside, and slid my hands around his waist.

“What?” I teased.

“You’re going to help.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. You’re almost forty. You can’t live off takeout and sliced cheese forever.”

“But—”

“We’re going to start off slow and easy,” he replied, kissing away my concerns. “The first rule is that prepping is very important.”

“Baby, are we still talking about cooking?”

Evert’s filthy chuckle answered my question.