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

Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

JESSE

E vert grabbed the lube, while I placed one knee on the bed, then the other. Slowly, I slid my body over his, until we were face to face, cock to cock. Both of us let out dirty moans and when I captured his lips, everything but the two of us faded away. He teased my ass, tormenting me with one slick finger down my crease. When he finally touched my hole, I swallowed down my groan of pleasure and took his lips in a fierce kiss.

“Jesse,” Evert moaned my name and I shivered in response.

And when he pushed his finger into my tender hole, shivers turned to shaking. He kissed his way down my jaw to my neck, sucking on the skin, marking me. I was so turned on, my dick hard and aching, leaking pre-cum like crazy.

“Need you,” I groaned. “Want you so bad.”

“You have no fucking idea what you do to me, Jess.”

Slowly, he pushed his finger all the way inside me. His other hand cupped my dick, stroking me off, tormenting me with every touch. I rocked my hips back and forth, chasing his hands, wanting all the pleasure.

Evert pushed a second finger inside me, then a third, until I was delirious, desperate for more.

“You ready?” He asked, his voice hoarse.

Instead of replying, I nodded. But when he withdrew his fingers from my ass, I nearly shouted from the loss. Wasting no time, I reached for his cock, straddling his waist, and lowering myself over him, one torturous inch at a time. My thighs burned, my ass too, as his big dick filled me up. But it was the best kind of ache, the one that led to intense pleasure.

When I was fully seated, I looked down at him. The visual of Evert in my bed—his hair spread out over my pillow, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes never leaving mine—had my pulse racing out of control. He was so sexy that I could barely breathe. I rocked my hips, and when his cock—and that wicked piercing—hit my prostate just right, I cried out his name.

Evert pumped his hips, meeting me halfway. When his hands reached for mine, I interlocked them tightly. He pulled our joined hands to his chest, holding them there. I could feel his heart beating as frantically as mine.

I rode him, hard, letting go of my inhibitions, my self-doubt.

“That’s it, Jesse, take what you want,” Evert moaned.

“All I want is you.”

Evert let go of my hands and sat up, cupping my face and pulling me in for a deep, drugging kiss. I was so turned on I was going to come, hands free, my climax building higher and higher.

Evert rolled us over until my back hit the mattress. When he pulled out slowly, I nearly screamed in frustration.

“What the?—”

“Get on your hands and knees, cari?o,” he growled.

I didn’t waste a second doing as he demanded. More pre-cum leaked out my dick, my balls drawing up tight. When I got to my hands and knees, my body was trembling again, and he ran a callused hand over my back, my ass, and finally, cupping my balls.

“Beautiful,” he whispered and leaned down, kissing my neck, my shoulders. “And all mine.”

“Stop teasing and fuck me already,” I hissed.

All I heard was Evert’s sinful chuckle. I glanced over my shoulder and watched him slide off the mattress to stand at the foot of the bed.

“What are you?—”

Evert grabbed my ankles, dragging me to the edge. The move was fast, powerful, and turned me on like nothing else.

“Fuck.”

There was no more teasing as he pushed his fat cock back inside me. I gripped the sheets tightly in my hands, my body thrumming with anticipation. I craved a hard fucking, I needed it. And he knew it.

“Yes,” I bit out. “Baby, please.”

“I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”

Evert snapped his hips, his hard cock filling me up. The pleasure was so good, I couldn’t help the needy moan that rumbled out of my chest. His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me in tight as he pounded my ass, fucking into me like a man possessed.

“Oh fuck, right there. Don’t stop,” I keened.

“So good, fuck, it’s so good,” he panted.

Evert didn’t let up, sliding one hand underneath my hips to take my cock in hand. Between the friction on my dick, and the way he nailed my prostate with every thrust, I was done for. Pleasure consumed me and I was ready to be devoured.

“Ev!”

Evert fucked me through my intense orgasm, shouting my name in turn, rutting into me as he came long and hard. His grip was fierce and knowing that he wanted me as much as I wanted him? It was surreal. And more than I’d ever imagined. And when I felt the heat of his cum in my ass, my arms finally gave out. I had no strength left to do anything but collapse on the bed.

Evert slowly pulled out, and I heard his footsteps getting farther away. I was too blissed out to speak, never mind lift my head.

A minute later he returned, wiped me off, then slid down on the bed beside me and pulled me into his arms. I wasn’t one for hugs, or cuddling, but maybe, just maybe, I’d been missing out.

“You alright?” he whispered, kissing the top of my head.

For once, my mind wasn’t running at a hundred miles an hour. I was utterly satisfied, boneless, without a care in the world.

“Better than good. You?”

“I feel like a goddamn rockstar,” Evert chuckled and squeezed me tighter.

I leaned up and kissed him slowly.

“I’m partial to photographers myself,” I teased him. “Or, one in particular.”

“Keep it that way.”

Evert and I talked for a while, made out again, and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

When I woke up, sunlight was streaming into my bedroom and thankfully, Ev was still wrapped tight around my body. I didn’t want to move from this spot. Ever.

Until a knock on my door startled me. Then I remembered last night. Otis. Goddamn it.

I didn’t want to wake Ev, so I slid quietly, and reluctantly, out of bed. Throwing on my jeans, I grabbed my phone, and headed for the door.

“What?” I whisper-shouted when I opened it.

Otis didn’t look hungover at all. Tired, yes, but not sick. Only a twenty-something could drink that much whiskey and bounce back the next morning like nothing happened.

The guitarist looked over my shoulder. “You and Evert finally taking a break from all the fucking? Your moaning and groaning kept me awake most of the night.”

My face flushed hot. “I’m surprised you could hear anything over that chainsaw snore of yours.”

“I don’t snore!” Otis yelled.

I closed the door behind me. “Keep your voice down. You’re gonna wake Ev.”

“Ooh, protective much?”

I crossed my arms and gave him my best glare.

“That look don’t bother me none,” he laughed. “So. You and Ev? Is it just hot sex or, you know—uh?—”

“More?”

“Ew, don’t even.” Otis held his stomach. “I’m gonna be sick.”

“The spare bathroom’s that way.” I pointed down the hallway.

“Oh, I know. I’ve already hit the head.”

“So, what are you waking us up for?”

Otis’s dirty grin had me shaking my head.

“Get your ass back to the living room and go back to sleep. Or, better yet, get the hell out of my home.”

“Come on, Jess. Let’s have some threesome fun.”

I sighed. “You can’t help yourself, can you? And, by the way, you never answered my question last night. Why did you show up here?”

Otis was about to reply when the bedroom door opened, and Ev walked out. Wearing a pair of my jeans, and a band t-shirt, he looked damn good in my clothes.

“What are you still doing here?” Evert asked Otis point blank.

“I was hoping you guys had room for one more. Y’all can share that king bed, right?”

I turned to Ev and rolled my eyes. He leaned over and kissed me and just like that, my grump was gone. And when he slid his arm around my waist, I nearly forgot about Otis and unfortunate interruptions.

“Sorry, Otis, but the answer’s still no,” I replied.

Otis nodded, raising his hands, his cocky grin appearing as he started to back away. “Your loss.”

“Why did you show up here?” I repeated.

Otis stopped and leaned one shoulder against the wall.

“I needed a place to crash.”

“What? Why? Isn’t the condo you rented working out?” I asked, concerned.

He shook his head, his curls bouncing. “I’m used to country houses, man. Space, no neighbors nearby, so I can make as much noise as I want. That condo’s like being in a fucking mousetrap. I can’t sleep right or nothin’. And lately, one of my neighbors plays this loud, shit music all the time when I’m trying to sleep. Can you imagine?”

I bit back a laugh at the irony.

“Otis, you’ve been there for almost a year. You could’ve said anytime. I can get you in touch with an agent to find you a new place.”

Otis shrugged. “I ain’t no whiner. And with the tour, it don’t matter now. Plus, I don’t have patience to go see houses and shit.”

“Let’s make breakfast and you guys can talk this out,” Evert offered.

“Good idea,” I replied. “As long as you’re cooking.”

“I can help,” Otis offered, surprising me. “What? I was born and raised in NOLA. You know I can cook.”

“No ghost pepper in my eggs this time, please.”

“Why you gotta do me like that, Jess?” Otis shook his head. “It was one fucking time.”

“Yeah, and my mouth was burning for a week.”

“Better your mouth than your ass,” Otis cackled. “Or, was that later?”

I turned to Evert. “You want to switch jobs?”

“No freaking way.”