The Only Song (Only You)

34. Sadie

Chapter 34

Sadie

I hold my phone with trembling hands and stare at the ten digits. Who could be calling me right now? But Jaxon squeezes my hips encouragingly. His voice is soft when he says, “It’s okay, Sadie. Answer it.” Like his fingers weren’t about to slide into my pussy mere seconds ago. Does he know who’s calling me? Fuck, my head is too dizzied with trying to play piano while Jaxon was playing with me . I shake my head and tap the green call button, inhaling sharply as I bring the phone to my ear.

“Hello?” I ask. Fuck, I still sound so breathless. I also feel a thousand degrees too hot. I need to get away from Jaxon in case this call is actually important.

I stand up from the piano, only to stifle a yelp as my dress falls off. I’d forgotten Jaxon had practically slipped the entire thing off and I’m now naked except for my panties in front of his window where anyone could look up from the street and see. But before I can reach for my dress to pull it back up, the voice on the other end of the line rasps through.

“Hi, is this Sadie?” My eyes narrow. Why do I recognize that voice?

“Y-Yes?” I grab for my dress, but Jaxon grabs my hips and I’m back on the piano stool, between his thighs, his breath hot on my neck.

“You can tell me to stop at any time,” Jaxon murmurs into my ear. “Otherwise I’m going to keep going.”

I shiver in response, unable to ask what he means as the voice on the line continues.

“Hi Sadie. It’s Bert from Troubadour Orchestra. Do you have a quick minute?”

I jolt, freeing myself from Jaxon’s grip. When I spin to him, I pull my phone away from my ear and mouth, it’s Bert! But he simply eyes me like I’m his next meal and I roll my eyes.

“Yes, I have a minute! How can I help you?” My last word chokes off as Jaxon grabs my ass and pulls me to him again. This time I’m straddling him on the piano stool and he looks up at me with a devilish grin. His cock is hard between us, but his eyes are focused on my bare breasts before him, his tongue licking his lips like he’s ready to devour me.

“Good, good. Well, I have some news for you?—”

The rest of Bert’s sentence muffles as Jaxon swirls his pointed tongue over my nipple, then sucks on it hard. A shiver rushes through my body and I gasp, “Oh, God.”

“Excuse me?” Bert asks, confused.

Shit . I push at Jaxon’s head, but he stays clamped over my nipple, shooting more bursts of pleasure through me. To make things better or worse, his hands on my ass clamp me to his hip so when I try to wriggle away, I grind against his cock instead.

“Sorry!” I say, but I think it comes out more of a wheeze. “I dropped something. Can you repeat what you said?”

“Yes. I was saying Jaxon had spoken to me earlier regarding his solos in New York and that he’d like to pass these off to you.”

My eyes widen and I pull back to look at Jaxon beneath me. I don’t know whether to be annoyed or not that he’s choosing to play with me rather than give the news himself but the look in his eye tells me something different like he almost wanted it to be a surprise—but he also wants to get me off while I hear it.

“I—yes,” I respond to Bert. A blush creeping down my neck to my chest that I sound this breathy on a call with our conductor . “Jaxon and I spoke?—”

My breath catches and it wasn’t meant to be the end of my sentence, but Jaxon chooses this precise moment to slide one of his hands over my pussy and pull the lace aside. I bite back a moan as he swipes a finger up my entrance to my clit, rolling my teeth over my lips as he grins.

“Good, I’m glad. So I guess this other news won’t come as a surprise to you.”

Other news? I mean to ask, but it stays in my head because Jaxon slips a finger in my pussy, then another, and I momentarily pull the phone away as my body rolls.

“God, you’re so soaked, Sadie. Is this all for me?” Jaxon whispers. The phone is pressed to my ear again and I want to glare at him for doing this while I’m on a call, but all I respond with is a breathy, “ Yes ,” as he begins to pump his fingers into me.

No longer fighting his grip, I roll my hips with his rhythm and when he hooks his fingers inward, my other hand shoots to my mouth to keep from gasping loudly.

“Great!” Bert continues. “I’m glad we had this chat. Do you have any questions?”

Yes. What the fuck did he say? But I can’t ask him to repeat himself, and with the way Jaxon pumps harder into me, I don’t know if I can muster anything other than a whimper.

Still, I don’t want to be rude, so I stammer, “I… uh?—”

I reach behind me to grip the piano to ride Jaxon’s fingers harder, but I reach too far and they land on the keys in a loud, dissonant chord.

“Sadie? Are you playing the piano?”

“No!” I cry out, crunching forward into Jaxon instead who’s shaking with laughter beneath me. I’m going to make him pay for this. “That’s uh… That’s my… cat… on the piano?”

Jaxon pushes against my chest with his forehead, gesturing for me to lean back into his other hand that’s climbed from my ass to settle between my shoulder blades. I oblige, but as soon as there’s enough space, Jaxon presses a thumb to my clit and I near explode on the spot.

Desperate to have this call over with, I pant, “No questions. Bert. Thank you.”

“Wonderful. Enjoy your weekend now. I’ll see you at next rehearsal.” The call clicks and the phone slips from my hand and clatters to the floor. I let my head roll back, my hips grinding feverishly as I barrel towards release.

“Jaxon. Don’t stop,” I moan freely now, along with the wet sounds of Jaxon’s fingers fucking my pussy.

“Have I ever told you how amazing you sound, Sadie? I love it when you sing for me.”

He pumps into me faster, and I can feel my pussy clench. I’m so close.

“Jaxon, I...” My breaths are too ragged to finish the sentence, but he already knows what I meant to say. He thrusts his fingers until I’m crying out and gushing over his fingers.

“That’s it, Sadie. Good girl. Soak my hand,” he croons and I whimper.

“ Jaxon !” I burst, falling forward into him, my red hair a curtain over us as I capture his lips with mine. He smiles triumphantly, and before I can even fully come down from the high, he rasps into my ear.

“Turn around.”

“What?” I pant, still light-headed from my orgasm.

“We’re not finished, Sadie.” He lifts me off his hips to stand before him, pure heat in his eye. “We’re not done until I make you come on my cock so hard the neighbors hear how well you sing for me.”

My breath leaves my lungs, but I bite my lip with an equally devilish smile and turn around.

My fingers leave prints on the black mirror finish of his piano, but Jaxon doesn’t seem to care. Behind me, I hear the rustle of his belt unbuckling and pants sliding down before I feel his hard cock on my ass.

“Panties off, Sadie,” he commands and my nerve endings fire off at his tone.

I hinge at the hips and slowly slide my soaked panties down my thighs. I make a show of it, pushing my ass into the air and grinning when I hear Jaxon groan. But then I’m moaning as his fingers rub my entrance, spreading the wetness there before he swipes his cock up and down in a tease that makes my hips jerk. I slip off my panties, desperate now to feel him inside me, but as I straighten, my eyes catch on his bay window. Jaxon follows my gaze, takes my panties from my hand before gently pushing me back forward. My hands press against the piano and I can feel myself grow wet again as he taps the head of his cock against my heat from behind.

As always, he checks in. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. Please,” I whimper. I lean forward more eagerly now, pushing my ass back into him.

“Are you begging already, Sass?” Jaxon asks as his hands wrap eagerly around the globes of my ass and squeeze. “Are you begging to be seen by someone out the window?”

“Fuck.” I tilt my head towards the glass that sees out onto the street, wondering if someone could see us as clearly as we can see them. Jaxon doesn’t stop there as he drags his hand up my back to clasp on my shoulder. Gently, he pulls me up and whispers into my ear while his other hand snakes between my legs to cup my pussy. “Are you begging to be heard?”

A moan escapes my lips. Jaxon in the morning is all sweet with muffins and coffee and flowers. Jaxon in the orchestra is serious, a leader filled with responsibility and pressure. Jaxon in the bedroom? Is feral. Boundless. Out of control in the best way. But still he manages to surprise me as he turns my face to him and pops my jaw open to stuff my panties inside my mouth.

“I bet even with your soaked panties in your mouth, they’ll still hear you sing for me. Now, bend over. Hands on the piano.”

With wide eyes I oblige, a little shocked, but a lot turned on and my insides warm when Jaxon’s hands smooth over my back soothingly. The man can be dirty as hell but still take complete care of me .

“Just relax. Tap my arm twice if it gets too much. Nod if you agree.”

I tilt my head to look at him and nod.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, notching himself at my entrance. “Is this what you want as your reward?”

I pant over the fabric, pushing my hips back in a silent invitation.

“Are you going to scream over those wet panties in your mouth while I fuck your tight cunt to congratulate you?”

The fabric in my mouth stifles my moan, but his wide grin tells me he still hears it.

“You deserve it, Sadie. And I’m so fucking proud of you.”

With that, he thrusts his cock deep into me and my fingers press on random piano keys. The noise is diffused by the sensation of him stretching me as I cry into the fabric in my mouth.

“You deserve so much, Sadie. And I’m going to give it to you.” He smooths a line down my spine to rest at my lower back. Goosebumps rise beneath it, but a part of me is thinking it’s more from his words than what he’s doing to me. He wraps his other hand around my hip to hold me in place as he thrusts deep.

“You want to be a Concertmaster?” He pulls out, then pounds back into me as I nod. Even if my mouth weren’t full, I wouldn’t even know how to respond beside a moan.

“You want the spotlight?” He thrusts hard again. My breaths heave as my walls flutter over his thick length, the pleasure making my thighs shake.

“You want the fame?” The slap of our thighs resounds in the air and my back arches. All I see and feel is Jaxon and the words he’s saying only barrels me to my undoing.

“You want me ?” He growls and this time he keeps thrusting, deep and hard, dissonant notes from the piano ringing out wherever my hands press into the keys.

But I turn my face to him to look him in the eye, silently nodding since it’s all I can do. Telling him with pleading, wide eyes.

Yes, I want you.

His hand on my hip winds to between my thighs, instantly finding my clit. My hips buck at the sensation as I swallow a dry lump in my throat, teeth clamping over fabric. I look up to myself in the piano’s shine. Red hair all mussed. Eyes glassy. Panties in my mouth.

I look ruined . And he’s not even done with me yet.

Jaxon lifts me up so my back is flush to his chest and when my head rolls over his shoulder, he kisses my neck reverently. “Take over for me, Sadie. Rub your clit while I fuck you.” I whimper, dragging my hand over his and replacing it over my sensitive bud. “Now, let me tell you what I want.

“I want to wake up to you each morning and fall asleep to you each night. I want to learn recipes with you in the kitchen and bring flowers to you after each concert. I want to hear you play music and make you scream my name however and wherever you want.

“I want you to know that every day I’m with you, I feel like the luckiest man alive, and I don’t want this to end when the tour does. I want this. Us. I want it because for the first time in my life, I’ve found something I love aside from music. And it’s you .”

I crumble at his admission, falling forward onto the piano, palms slamming onto keys that clash in dissonance as he thrusts even harder.

“I want you, Sadie. For as long as you want me. You’re mine .”

All the love he could give he poured into this moment and I feel it. From the tips of my toes and fingertips, from where he thrusts in behind me, from where he holds my hip firmly and his lips press into my skin.

“ Yes ,” I cry out through the fabric before coming apart over him.

He pounds twice more until he shudders and explodes deep inside me. Immediately after, his hands reach to pull the panties from my mouth and I gasp, sucking in air, unable to find words other than his name.

“ Jaxon .”

My body practically melts off the piano, but he catches me, pulling me to his chest as we fall onto the floor wrapped up in each other. His arms close around me, legs tangling with mine as we catch our breaths in the morning sunlight.

When my brain finally functions enough to speak, my words are barely a whisper.

“I want you too, Jax. This. Us. I don’t want it to end.”

He nuzzles against me. “I’m never letting you go.”

We lay there, below the bay window, out of sight from the streetgoers or neighbors who likely heard me even through my makeshift gag.

“I never actually heard everything Bert said,” I admit, chuckling into his chest.

Jaxon smiles sheepishly, pulling away to tilt my chin up. When his eyes lock on mine, it’s with reverence and pride as he says, “You’re going to be Concertmaster in New York.”