Page 18 of Don't Leave Me

“You and me both, mister,” I nudged him with my shoulder.

That was pretty much all it took for Jack and I to start to bond; I started to feel more at ease and I could tell he did as well as we chatted and bantered, our sarcasm and humor a common tool we both used. He was sweet and funny and I concluded by the time the band went on stage that I wanted to seduce him that very night. Of course, I was three drinks in and feeling pretty confident.

Billie and I and a few others watched the Whip’s from the balcony, their music catchy, sounding like a mixture between the Black Keys and classic rock.. It was hard not to stare at Jack on the drums, his arms obviously muscular and the sweat on his forehead and neck somehow turning me on. The crowd cheered for them loudly after they played their last song, then Billie quickly led me down the stairs and we made our way into the backstage bathroom.

“They’re really good!” I exclaimed to Billie as we freshened ourselves up in the empty bathroom.

“I know! So good!” Billie exclaimed back, looking at me through the mirrors.

“I really like Jack,” I said with wide, serious eyes.

She flashed a big smile at me. “I know. He adores you,” she tilted her head at me.

I turned to look at her. “You think so?” I asked for reassurance, even though I already knew the answer.

Billie raised her eyebrows at me. “Yes! I know so. He’s a sweetheart.He’sthe one you should be dating,” she exclaimed.

My mind immediately wandered to Michael.Ugh, gorgeous and perfect Michael.

“You haven’t seen Michael though, Billie. He’s literally perfect,” I moaned, letting all of my drunken thoughts air out.

Billie rolled her eyes. “Enough talk about Michael. Let’s go back out there,” she insisted, opening the bathroom door and taking my hand.

We were greeted by the band and their posse in the backstage dressing room, everyone excited and drinking and talking loudly. I found Jack chugging a bottle of water near the fridge and bit my lip as I walked to him.

“Great show,” I smiled, opening up a bottle of water for myself.

“Thank you,” he smiled back. “I’m glad you came tonight,” he added, pulling off a towel that was around his neck.

“Yeah, me too,” I shrugged, feeling flirtatious again.

The sexual tension between us started to linger again. Jack licked his lips and smiled, then casually slid his arm around my waist, pulling me a little closer to him. I was so startled that I gasped a little bit, my heart racing quickly.

“Do you want to go somewhere a bit more quiet?” His voice was deep and immediately turning me on.

“Yes,” I breathed, not once breaking our eye contact.

We didn’t even bother to say anything to anyone; Jack just grabbed my hand and guided me out the door, out the back exit, and we quickly walked south on Bowery street.

“Where are we going?” I wondered curiously, feeling like I was unable to wait any longer.

“My place is a few blocks from here. Is that alright?” he asked with wide eyes as we continued to quickly walk.

“Yes,” I nodded, practically running to keep up with him.

We finally made it to his building, Jack fumbling with his keys as we walked three stories up and stopped in front of his door. I was so excited that I started to press my body against his as I stood behind him, ready and eager. Jack finally opened the door and quickly grabbed me, shutting the door behind us and pushing me up against the wall, his lips fervently pressing against mine, his hands running wildly all over my body. We started to strip each other as we simultaneously moved from the wall to his bed, and soon we were both down to our underwear, both of us eyeing each other’s body before Jack sat on the edge of his bed, taking my hand and tugging me towards him. I bit my lip and slowly sat on his lap, face towards him so I was straddling him and balancing myself with my arms around his shoulders.

“I want you so very badly, Hana,” he breathed, putting his hands to my waist and quickly lowering them to my ass.

I smiled and began to move my hips, teasing him a little bit before I planted my lips onto his neck, moaning softly.

“So then take me,” I whispered into his ear.

Jack suddenly had me on my back, his eyes lustful as he gazed into mine and hovered over me, his hands rubbing my inner thighs. He removed his boxers in one swift motion.Holy shit.His thick erection made my bite my lip hard and I felt the wetness between my thighs practically drip down my legs.

He eagerly planted his lips on mine as he lowered down my underwear, then slipped a finger inside me.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed into my lips, breaking our kiss. “You’re so fucking wet. So fucking tight.”

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