On The Floor (Second Story) (29 page)

"Uh... yeah. I guess I kind of forgot how bad it gets when the crowd is this big."

"If I would have known, I wouldn't have pushed it," he says, lifting my hand to his mouth and kissing it, soothing my nerves a little.

"If I would have remembered how bad it gets, I would have told you."

"You don't have to perform if you don't want to."

"I want to. I like doing it once I start, it's just the before the performance part that gets me," I say, letting him pull me into a hug. And this is the first time since the anxiety has set in that I feel completely calm.

"Why don't you just focus on me? Just look at me, let everyone else disappear. Pretend like you're singing just for me. Imagine they are all leaving after the last person performs and that you and I are alone. Imagine that we wait until everyone clears out of here and then you sing for me. Only for me," he says kissing me on the head.

"I think I can do that..." I say, with a smile in my voice.

"And then after you sing, we fuck on the piano..."

I pull away and push on his chest. "Jake!" I say laughing.

"What? I really want to fuck you on a piano," he says, his eyes dazed appearing as though he is seeing something that isn't here.

He's probably imagining fucking me on the piano.

Okay. Now I'm imagining it too.

Chapter 21

The second half of the show is very different from the first. I am confident and funny as the host and my nerves have nearly melted away. And it has everything to do with what Jake said to me. Not the fucking me on the piano part, although that certainly got my mind off of my impending public performance.

It was the part about how I should imagine that I am performing just for him. That's what gave me the idea for the song I should sing. As a young female pianist, I played a lot of Sarah McLachlan. And I mean,
a lot
. Her music was popular and played very well on the piano. And one of my favorite songs was
Push
. I always listened to that song, sang that song, played that song, as I imagined my future relationships. The man that would be the other half of that song. The one I would sing it to.

And I think Jake is that man. I know it.

And after the last person performs tonight, I will
finally
sing that song to the man who fulfills all those things. The man who is everything I desire, who saves me, and completes me.

The last guy performs and Jake gets up on stage to introduce me.

My nerves start to flutter again, but Jake finds my eyes and he looks right at me as he begins to speak. "Our last performer of the evening really doesn't need an introduction, considering she has been introducing everyone else throughout the night. If everyone would please join me in a round of applause for our last performer tonight! The talented and beautiful, Rachel Harris!" he says, smiling at me as I walk up to him on the stage. I can't even hear the applause that he asked for. I can't see anything but his eyes looking at me, full of love and support. As I reach to take the mic from him, he leans down in my ear. "Sing for me, babe..." he says before kissing me right below my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I smile at him and take the microphone before I walk over to the piano. I sit down at the bench that luckily faces the table Jake is sitting at with my friends. I put the mic in the stand and keep my eyes on him. I don't announce the song I'm going to play. I don't even think about it. I just lean into the mic and say, "I hope you like it..." And then I start to play the opening notes to the stripped version of the song. Just the piano and my voice.

I mean every single word I am singing. And by the look on his face I can tell he knows. And my eyes don't stray from Jake. I look into his eyes, I watch his chest as he takes each breath, I watch his lips as they tilt up in a small and loving smile.

Some people may think it is cheesy to sing this kind of stuff to each other, especially in front of an audience. But to be honest, I don't really care. It's just like what Jake has tattooed on his ribs. Sometimes it's hard to say things you mean, especially in your own words. I feel like if I can find a song that tells him how I feel, if he can understand what I am telling him, then who cares how I tell him. Right now, I am being more honest than I have ever been in my whole life.

I want him to know how I feel about him. And by the look in his eyes, I can see that he does. I can see the relief that he knows I am there with him.

That we are something to believe in.

***

We made plans to go out after the open mic night with Jenna, Jimmy, Dan, and the guys from Second Story.

And right now I am really and truly regretting that decision. I can tell Jake is regretting our plans too. All I want to do right now is get down and dirty with my boyfriend. And now that the nerves aren't there for my performance, I can finally take in how amazing he looks tonight in his dark jeans and navy button down.

But instead of ripping each other’s clothes off, we're sitting at a table near the bar at Sound. Half of the group is dancing on the floor and the rest of us are nursing our beers as we sit around the table. I can barely look at Jake without seeing in his eyes all the dirty things he wants to do to me. And since every time I look in his eyes I see X-rated reflections, I stopped looking him in the eye twenty minutes ago. But now I'm looking at his lips. Same problem.

Nate and Jenna leave the table to go dance and it's just Toby, Jake, and me.

"I think you guys have put in the obligatory time at this get together," Toby says, smirking in our direction.

"Huh?" I say, startled from my thoughts involving Jake's lips on various parts of my body.

"I can see the looks on your faces. You're already fucking each other in your minds. I promise I won't tell anyone that you bailed so you could fuck each other in real life," he says, holding back a chuckle and making a rude gesture with his hands.

"Oh my god! What are you? Fifteen!" I say to Toby.

He laughs. "I hate to break it to you, Rachel, but when it comes to sex,
all
men are stuck at the age of fifteen. Sometimes I still can't believe it when a girl lets me touch her boobs!" he says, laughing and imitating squeezing those very female parts he just referenced.

Jake laughs at his friend as he puts his arm around my shoulders. "He's right. Every time you let me touch your boobs," he says, looking down at me, attempting to hold in a bigger laugh. But even though he's joking, I can see the look in his eyes. And that look doesn't say he's joking. It says he's thinking about touching me.

I like that look. Actually, I fucking love that look.

"You want to get out of here?" I ask Jake with my best
I want you to fuck me
face on.

He stops laughing and his smile grows. "Fuck yeah," he says. And then without even looking in Toby's direction he says, "See you around, Toby," while he leads me away from the table, towards the door, and back to his room.

***

"Your hands are very distracting," Jake says as he is trying to unlock his door.

"Are you complaining?" I whisper in his ear, going up on my toes to kiss his neck. My hands have trailed from his hard chest, down his taut abdomen, all the way to the button of his jeans as he searches for the right key and tries to unlock his door.

"Not complaining, just stating a fact," he says as he finally gets the key in the door and opens it wide before spinning around in my arms and pulling me into his room.

He walks backwards few steps until he hits the bed. Our eyes lock in an intense gaze, full of sexual energy.

Energy I am more than ready to burn.

He sits down and I follow him, straddling his lap. We haven't kissed yet, but I feel more turned on just seeing the look in his eyes. We just sit there for a minute, my hands running through his hair, his hands slowing running from my hips, up my sides, over my ribs, then over my back and into my hair. He is communicating without words. Just his touch tells me how much he adores me. Cherishes me. Loves me.

Our eyes break contact as he looks down at my mouth before moving in close, his breath tickling my lips. I close my eyes, as warmth spreads throughout my body. But he doesn't come in the rest of the way to touch his lips to mine. He stays there, hovering near me, tempting me with the kiss that I have been longing for since I finished singing that song on stage.

And the temptation is too much. I lean the rest of the way into the kiss and our mouths meet in a hungry and consuming kiss. Our lips move together, our tongues touching and tasting each other. My hands pull harder on his hair and he pulls me further into the kiss. I moan as I pull back a bit and bite his bottom lip.

Jake pulls back from the kiss, smiling at me. "God dammit, Rachel. I'm trying to make this last, but when you do shit like that I just want to flip you over, rip your pants off, and fuck you like an animal," he says before grabbing my face and pulling it back to his mouth.

After a moment, I pull back and look him in the eye. "Then do it," I say tempting him. Daring him. He gives me a lustful look before growling and moving his hands from my head down my back and to my ass. He lifts me as I wrap my legs around him, my center lined up with his rigid erection. Flipping us so I am lying on the bed underneath his weight, he presses into me. I seriously wish we were already naked.

He devours my mouth, his hands moving to my breasts, kneading and teasing my nipples through the fabric of my shirt and bra. I feel possessed. He is possessing me.

He stands up, quickly removing his shirt, pants, and boxer briefs. I expect him to start undressing me, but he just stands there looking at me while I am still fully clothed as his skin gleams in the dark, his cock hard and ready.

"God, Rachel. You are so fucking hot. So fucking beautiful," he says, as he wraps his hand around his erection and slowly strokes himself as his eyes roam over all of me.

And I can't stand it for one more second. I sit up pulling my shirt and bra off and nearly jump off the bed to kneel in front of him. I wrap both of my hands around the one he is using to pleasure himself and I take the plush head of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around, sucking on him and eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Jake. I move my hands with his along his length as he grows harder and bigger. One of my hands moves down to his balls and I run my nails along the skin, squeezing lightly.

Jake hisses through his teeth and I smile around his cock. I open my eyes and look up at him from my position in front of him, never taking my mouth or hands off of him. He is watching me, his eyes dark and hungry.

For me. All of this is for me.

I take his length deeper into my mouth and suck as I move him in and out along my tongue. He groans, his head tilting back, eyes closing. His free hand moves to the back of my head as I bob, fucking him with my mouth. His other hand comes out from underneath mine, as he lets me fully take over his pleasure. I increase the pressure my hand uses to squeeze his dick as I start to move faster.

Both his hands are on my head now, guiding the speed he wants me to move at, as he starts small controlled thrusts to meet my mouth. My hand leaves his cock and moves to grab his muscled backside, as the other hand continues to work his balls. His pace becomes quicker and less controlled as he thrusts into my warm mouth. I moan around him, his whole length working in and out of my throat.

I know he is getting close and I want to swallow him, but he pulls my head back, his cock falling out of my mouth with a pop. I look at him confused for a moment, before he speaks. "God, Rachel," he says, wrapping his hand around his erection and stoking it. "I want to come on your tits," he says, looking down at my breasts. He looks out of control with lust. I feel my center throb and I nod, moving my hands to my breasts. I hold them up for him, as I rub my thumbs over my nipples. I moan loudly completely turned on by what he is about to do.

I've never done anything like this before, but as I watch him increase the speed of his hand sliding along his dick, I can feel myself getting wet, ready for him to release on me. Claim me as his. And he does with a groan, pumping his hand over his length.

After a minute of us both breathing heavy, he kneels down in front of me and kisses me deeply, before pulling back and smiling. He reaches behind him, grabbing a wash cloth from the drawer of his dresser. He wipes my chest off, before kissing me again. Sweetly, this time. "Stand up," he says.

I do. He slips off my shoes and unbuttons my pants, sliding them down my legs along with my panties. I step out of them and look down at him. His smile is gone, but based on the look on his face I can tell he is very excited for what is coming next.

"Sit on the bed and let me return the favor," he says before taking my hips and guiding me to sit on the bed.

The moment I do, he spreads my legs wide and moves his face between them. He runs his tongue through my folds once before circling around my clit. I whimper and grab his hair in my hands, looking down at his mouth on me as he pleasures me. I am so turned on after giving
him
head, he slides two fingers inside me easily working them in and out as he continues giving me head. And it doesn't take very long for his tongue and fingers to bring on an orgasm. Moaning, and moving my hips to meet his thrusting fingers, I pull his head closer as I ride the wave of ecstasy he created in me.

I fall back on the bed, my body still pulsing as he pulls his fingers from me and kisses up my stomach as he stands. He moves to the nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out a condom. He rips it open before rolling it down his shaft, which is hard and ready again. Walking back over to me, he lifts one of my legs, placing my foot on his shoulder as he stands before me at the foot of the bed. He runs his hand down my leg from my ankle to my thigh, brushing over my sex as he moves to the other leg, grabbing my calf and placing that foot on his other shoulder. His hands move down my legs again and under my ass before he pulls me so my backside is hanging off the bed, supported by only him.