His eyes narrowed and after a second, he nodded. “Right. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Simone Storm. Damn, that name is sexy as hell. Gottdamn, Jaxson. You gonna’ know what to do with all of that?”
That was a question I didn’t need to answer. I knew exactly what I was gonna’ do with it, and so did he.
A second more of small talk was all I was willing to put up with. The band was playing, and the atmosphere was sensual and sexy. This would be the perfect opportunity for me to tell Simone everything. I’d been trying to tell her since yesterday, but obviously the time hadn’t been right; but now, tonight, I’d tell her that I was the guy she’d been writing about for two years.
I pulled Simmy away and soon we were in the exclusive VIP section, which offered a primo view of the six-piece band and well-known jazz singer. The songstress was a tall woman, with mocha skin and hair that trailed her back. She was so talented that whenever she was on the stage, the house was packed. She sang classic after classic, and her rendition of The Girl from Ipanema was a perfect mix of traditional and modern.
A server approached us and took our drink orders and I pulled Simmy out of her seat and into my arms, where I rocked her back and forth to the swelling beat.
“About Evan,” I began. I circled my arms around her waist, drowning in her elegant fragrance, but her body turned stiff and what she said next dragged me to the surface of reality.
“Who was Bruce talking about?”
My two-step slowed a little and I pulled back to look at her. “What are you talking about?”
“Your friend, the manager,” she clarified. “He asked if I was the girl you’d been talking about, but obviously I’m not, since we just met yesterday,” she deduced.
Incorrectly.
She continued down a rabbit hole being tunneled before my very eyes. “He’s your homeboy, so I imagine the two of you talk a lot.”
My mind raced with possible answers to her question. Yeah, he’d said that, but he’d been talking about her. Anytime I came to Blue Note, I thought about Simone and how much she loved jazz. I fantasized about moments just like this one, where I’d be bringing her with me. Bruce knew the entire story because she was practically all I talked about while we were sharing beers and shooting the breeze; but how could I explain that? Any response I could think of wouldn’t make sense. It might even agitate her more than she already was and push her away. Her posture had been pliable on the drive down, but now she was like a rake. Even with my arm around her, she was pushing back, trying to create distance.
Her tight tone broke into my thoughts. “Are you seeing someone else, Jaxson?”
“No,” I replied quickly.
“I mean, we’ve never talked about it. I just assumed – ”
“Simmy, there’s no other woman,” I said touching her chin. I scaled my hands down the length of her arms. “I only want you and I mean that.”
Her mouth pinched. Doubt had been cast in her mind. Whatever strides we’d made over the last few hours were unravelling; but then she rested her head back on my shoulder and I exhaled.
“There’s nobody else,” I said again, but my thoughts trailed to Emma.
The show lasted two hours and by halftime, Simone was back where I needed her. We made out like teenagers in heat. The entire time, I tried to reassure her with my words, telling her that I wasn’t that kind of guy – I’d never play her. With my touch, I lulled her back into desire. Her hands dropped to my cock and she massaged it through my pants. Unable to take her teasing, I gripped her wrist and bore my eyes into hers.
“I’m ready to leave,” she said. The way her words wrapped around my intellect had my cock so hard, if I didn’t get relief, my balls would match the color scheme of the club.
“Let’s go.”
We tripped into the hotel room, stumbling over hundreds of slain rose petals, subconsciously drawing in their fragrant aroma; ripping out of our clothes and groping each other’s bodies until the only thing left for us to do was fuck. By then, my lips were painted with her cherry-red lipstick, but I didn’t give a shit. Simone could have painted my mouth green and I wouldn’t have complained.
She eased away from me and her attention was pinned to my body. “You’re so fucking sexy,” she whispered.
“The feelings are mutual,” I agreed.
Simone crouched down until her tantalizing lips were aimed for my jutting cock, and when she began drawing a haphazard trail over my stomach with her tongue, my muscles jerked and twisted. “Hmm. Ticklish?” she smirked, looking up at me through her lashes.
“Maybe,” I growled.
She chortled. “Where were we?”
“We were role playing,” I reminded her. “I was Evan. I was gonna’ fuck you like I did in Book One. I was going to make you scream until you were hoarse and tell you that I love you.” I paused. “That’s where we were.”
“Right…”
Our eyes locked, and then she returned to her task. When her mouth descended to the waist of my jeans, I stopped breathing. Her slender fingers toyed with the belt before she quickly unthreaded it and ripped it from the loops. Then, she unzipped the jeans and dragged them down my shaking legs.
“So fucking amazing…” she muttered, staring at my tented boxer briefs. She released my cock and it sprang forth.
I gaped as she ran her forefinger over the swollen head. “Chapter Two,” she confirmed in a breath. Before I could say anything, her lips drew in my dick and a sensual, moist warmth cloaked it.
I took her hair in my fist and my neck strained back. “Simmy,” I rasped her name. “Sweetheart, don’t fucking stop.” Earlier, I’d asked her not to make me beg, but I was doing it, and I didn’t care.
Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock and glided over the slit. The vein on the underside of my manhood pulsed. Simmy licked it from top to bottom, and when she got to my balls, she sucked one into her mouth while cupping the other in her hand.
My grip tightened around her hair and we fell into a rhythmic bob. Her mouth was fashioned into an ‘O’ and she took all of me. My dick swelled and struck the back of her throat. The sight of those red lips wrapped around my cock had me ready to break into the cavern of her mouth.
‘You don’t think you’re moving too quickly, Jaxson? Or maybe I should be calling you Evan…’
You’re right. I should slow down before I…
I fisted her hair. “Simmy. Sweetheart, wait,” I begged, tightening my hold on her locks. “I’m gonna’ cum…”
“Then cum,” she instructed looking up at me through a curtain of lashes. “Every story has a climax…”
The sight of her brown eyes peering into mine; the visual of her ass propped up as she sucked me off – that fucking did it. My body clenched as my dick gave way to a series of spasms as I emptied into her hungry throat. Simone licked and sucked up my manliness. The sexy sound almost erased the sound of my buzzing phone.
But not completely…
Ignoring it, I pushed her against the bed and stroked my manhood back to life, while simultaneously flipping her bra up so her C-cups could be on display.
“Jaxson, your phone…” she panted.