Keep Me (19 page)

He tucked one hand in the back pocket of his jeans and took another long pull of his beer. “I know it seems that way, and I don’t mean to sound like a dick, but I’m not used to doing much
talking
when it comes to the ladies, Tess. First date… you own it.”

I didn’t know whether to be disgusted by his insinuation or flattered by his admission. The band closed their set and the venue became a little quieter. It was almost like a signal that I owed him some response. “Airborne’s coming on soon!” I cheered with my fist in the air.

“Stop avoiding the obvious, Tessa. You said you’re having a good time, I
know
I do to you what you do to me. I’d bet anything that your stomach’s full of those butterflies girls always get and your panties are all wet.”

“Marcus!” My eyes went wide. Not that it wasn’t true, but just that he was so blunt.

“Come on, babe. Why fight it?” He wasn’t being cocky. He was totally sincere, looking for an honest answer.

“Because it’s scary and… we’re not right for each other.”

“Yeah? What scares you more… the connection, the attraction, or the amazing fucking sex we have together?”

I sucked in a long breath through my nose. The air was musty from all the spotlights and smoke, but Marcus’s clean, masculine scent was predominant. It flooded my senses, but I stood my ground. “I’m scared you’ll hurt me. Not like Zack, I know you would never…” He wanted to say something, but I help up my hand, needing to finish. “I’m happy with the way things are. I enjoy our time together… all of it… but I don’t think I’m ready for more. I value our friendship and I don’t want to make it more complicated because I can’t offer anything more than that right now.”

He swallowed another swig and then came closer, his hand inching its way into my back pocket now. “Okay… just so we’re clear. We’re friends… on a date… and we can still participate in all that hot sex we can’t seem to resist, right?”

“Re-fucking-lentless.”

“That’s not an answer.”

Was I a total slut for wanting to say yes? I couldn’t imagine living without his touch, but I wasn’t ready to let him into other, more intimate, parts of me. “We’ll see how you behave.” I teased.

His eyes narrowed and he grinned. “Behave? Isn’t the whole point
not
to behave? Damn girl, you need to live a little.”

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to do—live again.”

Before he could say another word, the room went dark and the crowd was screaming in what sounded like one massive, deafening howl. When the music began to play, my body was covered in a blanket of goosebumps and tingles. The first bars of
Sometime After Midnight
reverberated and the crowd went insane again. I leaned into Marcus, pointing a finger into his rock-hard chest. “Ha! I told you! I win!”

He licked his lips and pulled me close to him. “I guess you did. But I win, too.” His lips crushed mine without warning. His arms pulled me tighter to him, his hands cupping my ass and surging our bodies together. I felt his hard arousal at my waist and smiled against his lips as he kissed me. “What?” he asked, never letting go.

“I like when you misbehave and…” I nibbled his lip and raked my fingers in his hair.

“This song makes kissing you even better.” The lyrics fueled my emotions and I allowed myself to get lost in the haze of it all. The swarm of people around us, chanting and cheering, enveloped us in a secure warmth. I didn’t worry about people watching, because I didn’t give a damn. This was living and it felt really fucking good.

“Tess,” he broke way, panting. He smoothed my hair off my face, but left his other arm curled around my back to keep us connected. “We need to move. Come with me.” He swiveled around and grabbed my hand. When he tugged, I followed. Curious as to where he was taking me. We were one song into the concert and I didn’t want to miss it, but I also didn’t want to stop whatever it was Marcus was about to do to me. A shiver rolled over my body as I thought about him taking me right here, with my favorite band playing the soundtrack to the carnal act.

“Where are we going?” I whispered in his ear, competing with the band and the loud beat of
Bride and Groom
.

“Balcony.”

“But…”

“Pretty girl, please just trust me.”

Trust.
There was a notion. I wanted to trust him, and I was starting to, but…
Never mind, Tessa. Live life tonight.

When we nearly collided with a brawny security guard at the entrance to the dark stairwell, my hopes of a wild night fizzled, but Marcus reached into his back pocket and flashed something I couldn’t see. The security guard shined a tiny light on the item and nodded his head, allowing us entry.

Once headed up the stairs, I asked, “How’d you do that?”

“Gary Schulster’s a good guy to know. He hooked us up with all kinds of extra shit for tonight, pretty girl.”

Gary was becoming the Tessa/Marcus advocate of the year. Right now, I felt like he was my freaking fairy godfather.

“Come on, I don’t want to miss the next song.” He pulled my arm again, and we stumbled up the stairs two at a time.

At the landing, he pushed open a heavy door and the music became louder, saturating the air again. He ushered me to a private balcony, overlooking the side of the stage. I gaped over the edge. “These seats are sick! Why is nobody using them?”

“Because they’re ours,” he said kissing my neck.

I was confused. “Why didn’t you bring me here in the first place?”

This time his lips formed a hot trail along my collarbone. “Because I wanted to feel you out first. We’re on the same page now, aren’t we?”

I wasn’t sure if he was referring to what we talked about before—making this more than just a friendship—or was he talking about the sexual connection?

The lights turned pink, sultry. The drums beat steady and soft. “Tessa, I brought you up here…
fuck!
I need to be inside you for this song.”

If he wasn’t right about my panties before he was now. I couldn’t argue. The song was doing crazy things to my head and Marcus was doing crazy things to my body. “I’m not stopping you.”

His hands grabbed chunks of my hair. “Do you know what you fucking do to me?” he growled.

I didn’t answer with words—I arched my body into his and allowed the friction to talk for me. He pulled my face back to his with his hand at my neck. Our lips collided again, our tongues ravishing each other. He broke away to whisper the lyrics into my ear. The sweet words completely unraveled me.

I pushed him down on one of the chairs and straddled him, unbuttoning his pants. His fingers fumbled with my zipper and I became impatient with his delicate motions. I turned the frustration into humor: “I really wish I would have worn that dress now.”

He let out a hearty laugh, and popped my jeans open. Unable to wait any longer, I shimmied them down and returned to his lap. I reached into his pants and squeezed his cock, smoothing my hand over its length. “Shit! Tessa, this is so fucking hot.”

“Oh, come on.” I said as I watched his eyes watching my hand. “You mean to tell me you’ve never done this before.”

His breath hitched as I tunneled deeper and cupped his balls with one hand, tightening my grip around him with the other. “Never. First concert fuck.”

I squeezed harder and he winced. “First date sounds better than first concert fuck. Let’s stick with that.”

“I knew you’d cave, pretty girl. Now, let me make this date worth your while, huh?”

The song was almost over and he’d yet to fulfill his fantasy of being inside me during it. I was eager to make it happen. “Marcus, just shut up and fuck me already.”

Holy shit, I might blow a load just from hearing her say that.

I sat up, adjusting myself to guide her over me, but she grabbed my hands to stop me. “What—what are you doing?”

“On second thought, I have a better idea.”

What could be better than spreading her legs and sliding in and out of her wet…?

Oh, that.

Tessa drifted down between my legs, stroking me, compelling me to grip the arms of the chair. “Tessa, are you sure?” When have I ever asked a girl on her knees if she was sure?

“Shhh… I want you. Like this.” She tilted her head and held me in her hand and then peeked her tongue out to lick my shaft from base to head. Her eyes never left mine—watching me take in the pleasure she was giving. So fucking hot. My hips jerked forward involuntarily and she took that as a prompt to take me inside her mouth. I hissed as she encased all of me, feeling the back of her throat, losing my mind with every inch she sucked me deeper.

“Holy shit, Tessa. Oh my God.”

Her head bobbed between my legs and between her sucking me off, the flashing motion of the lights, and the throbbing beat of the bass I was completely lightheaded and almost ready to erupt. Too soon.

“Baby, please,” I begged.

“More?” she said, kissing the tip of my cock.

“Yes… No. Not like this. Please. Up here.” My finger curled, beckoning her.

She lifted her head, turned away, and used her fingers to smooth her hair back in place. I sensed that maybe she was embarrassed I made her stop. I started to explain that I didn’t want to finish in her mouth. “That was…”

“Delicious. Now let me finish.” Anything but embarrassed, she climbed back on top of me, her legs spread over my thighs. She moved her panties to the side and wasted no time sliding down on top of me. The moan that escaped her lips was almost musical.

I replied with a throaty groan and dug my fingers into her ass, pushing her against me, driving deeper into her. She bent down to whisper in my ear, fisting short tufts of my hair. “Make me come to this song.”

What the hell got into her tonight? Was it the beer? Was she finally loosening up? Was it
me?
This side of Tessa was almost too much to take—but I could.

“Pretty girl, you like control, huh?”

“I like
you
, Marcus. I like how good you make me feel. How good
this
makes me feel.” She threw her head back and rode me with force, her body thrusting against mine, my cock buried deep in her dampness.

“You are so damn wet and tight. It’s like a fucking dream.”

Her walls clenched around me tighter as if on command and she brought her face to mine so we were nose to nose. “You do this to me. Only you. I’ve never… I…” Her breathing became erratic, her moans only muffled by the band. “I’m gonna come. Oh my god. Yes. Yes.
Yes
…
Marcus!”

The writhing, the moaning, the music, the passion… “
Fuck!
” Together our bodies convulsed, our heartbeats quickened, and I spilled out into her with a gushing force.

She rested her head against my shoulder, our bodies still connected, melting into the serenity of the ballad playing below. I tangled my hands in her now-messy hair, and whispered in her ear, “You. Are. Addicting.”

She sat up, smiling, then looked over her shoulder to the stage. “You know, I really wanted to see this concert.”

Kissing her top lip, then her bottom, I held her face in my hands and backed away to look into her beautiful, sapphire eyes. “Wasn’t it better to feel it instead?”

Yup. Feeling it was much better. In fact, Tessa and I felt that whole entire concert. I didn’t think either of us would be able to walk out of there without looking funny.

“I’m so drunk, Marcus,” she said as she stood, a little wobbly.

I jumped up to steady her in case she fell. “Really? You stopped drinking when we started…”

She laughed, looking around and taking the atmosphere in. “No, silly. I don’t mean from the beers. I’m drunk off this night. It was all so… intoxicating.”

I knew the feeling. It was hard to put into words, but she just summed it up almost perfectly. “I don’t want it to end,” I admitted.

She looked at the watch on her wrist again and then back at me. I hated her putting a time limit on things. “So don’t let it. Please. Where can we go next?”

“You’re not exhausted?” Not that I was, but we just fucked the length of almost two albums. Okay, I was a little spent.

Her eyes lit up with an idea. She was so adorable when she was this carefree. “Can you take the boat out in the dark?”