"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit."
The whole night suddenly made more and less sense that the same time. He's assumed I knew who he was and why he was in the neighborhood. And his manager had called, probably for an interview or photo-shoot or whatever the hell rock bands did while they weren't on stage.
I'd been making out with a guy on the cusp of mega-stardom. In my teeny apartment. Oh god.
A day and a half later I was still reeling from the shock. Not only had I been making out with a really hot virtual stranger, but he turned out to be the front man for a famous rock band. Too weird. Too crazy for my life.
After many hours of rehashing on the phone my friend Kelly got sick of me going on and on. She asked me to join her and some friends from her college at a bar. I was planning on spending my night off in pajamas reading but I owed her one after making her listen to my ranting all afternoon. And so I found myself standing against a wall sipping a beer while Kelly and her friends did shots and acted wild.
I wasn't sure when it started but my whole life it seemed I ended up the adult around my friends. From skinned knees in grade school to missed curfews in high school and even now I was sober and making sure they didn't get out of control. Hell, I didn't even really like crowded places. And certainly didn't want to embarrass myself in front of a hundred people.
It wasn't that I wanted to be the one dancing on the bar. I wasn't remotely coordinated enough and no one wanted to see me shaking my big butt up there. But still, it would be nice to feel like part of the party once and a while.
After checking the time I groaned. It wasn't even midnight. I'd be stuck there for another couple of hours and then probably have to help Kelly get home. By the time I managed to make my way back across town it would be almost morning. Just like I'd been at work and about as fun.
Though, of course, one recent night of work had ended up being pretty entertaining. Joe's sexy, crooked smile flashed through my head and I smiled, taking a long drink. My brush with a rock star. I could see the gossip blog headlines already. Not that I'd ever do something like that to Joe. Or that anyone would believe me. A picture of my frizzy hair and less than fashionable curves would scream obsessive loser and liar.
But Joe didn't feel that way. He liked my body. He'd said so, yeah. But I knew it was true by the way he looked at me. How he touched me. Excitement flooded through me again and I sighed, wishing we'd gotten to finish what we started.
There was some kind of commotion in the bar and as I looked for the source, as if I'd conjured him up with wanting, there was Joe. Shoving through the crowd with three other guys I now recognized as his band mates, he was even sexier than I remembered. He was in total rock mode. Super tight dark pants and a t-shirt that looked painted on. His arms were bare, tattoos almost glowing under the lights. He clearly hadn't shaved since I'd seen him and the stubble was dark and close to being an actual beard now. The framing of dark hair on his head and face made his bright blue eyes stand out even stronger.
Even from twenty feet he took my breath away and made long-neglected parts of my body tingle. I smoothed my hair and clothes while telling myself that I wouldn't go over and talk to him.
Kelly ran over and grabbed my arm. "Is that him?"
I nodded, keeping my eyes on Joe. He'd managed to snag a table and seemed to be coordinating drink orders. Meanwhile, all around them the crowd pressed closer. Girls casually strolled into their line of vision, each one angling to get some bare square of flesh in sight.
"You gonna stand there staring at him all night or go say something?"
"Neither. I'm going to go hide behind that pole on the other end of the bar."
A song ended just as she screeched, "What?" and half of the heads in the place turned to look at us. Joe included.
I groaned and prayed to be invisible, to no avail. But he barely glanced at me before turning back to his friends. That stung. Whether he didn't recognize me or didn't care, I downed the rest of my beer and headed up to the bar for another.
I spent the next thirty minutes tucked into the far corner of the bar, close enough to flag down the bartender but hidden from sight from most of the rest of the crowd. I'd spotted Kelly wandering around trying to find me a few times but managed to evade her. What I really wanted to do was go home and hide but I wouldn't leave her without warning and wasn't ready for that conversation just yet.
After another two beers I'd practically forgotten about Joe. Which is exactly when he sidled up to the bar next to me, of course.
"Liss, where'd you go? I've been looking for you."
"Really?"
"Yes." His words were a bit slurred and he didn't look very steady on his feet.
"I've been right here."
"Oh. Look," he said, running his fingers nervously through his hair. "I know you don't want to talk to me but I just had to say hello."
Now I gave him my full attention. "Why do you think I don't want to talk to you?"
"You never called. You didn't come over and say anything when I saw you earlier. I got the message."
"Joe…" I started, but didn't know what to say next. I'd been so busy thinking he snubbed me when I'd done the same to him. "…I'm sorry. I didn't want to interrupt your group and I'm not really comfortable in crowds."
He nodded. "This place is a little nuts tonight. We're only here because of me. I used to sneak in here in high school and thought it would be cool to visit again legally before we head out on the road again." With that admission he grinned and I melted.
Looking around at the trying too hard décor and drunken flailing customers I laughed. "Was it as wonderful as you remember?"
He chuckled. "No. But you are."
Every part of me warmed and it wasn't just the beer.
Joe moved in close, draping an arm over my shoulder and putting his lips almost against my ear. "I am really sorry about the other night. Or morning. Whatever. I get it if you're mad at me for bailing like that."
I could smell whiskey on his breath, sweet and smoky. "It's fine. I was bummed but you had something to do. It wasn't like we planned to spend the day together."
"Yeah, but I would have. Day, night. Anything." He was practically purring in my ear by this point and it made my stomach do flip-flops.
"Next time," I gasped.
"What about right now?"
"Aren't you supposed to be hanging out with your friends?"
He slid his hand down my back and kissed me on the cheek. "I spent twenty-four hours a day with those guys. I want to be with you. In every sense of the word."
I closed my eyes and willed my heart to start beating again. I don't know if it was the beers or the way he touched me but I nodded. "I have to say goodnight to my friend."
"Okay. Let's go." Joe took my hand and we eventually found Kelly. She saw our entwined fingers and just waved goodbye. I felt a flash of guilt for ditching her but then Joe yanked me to his side and I forgot everything except how much I wanted to kiss him.
We struggled through the throngs of people and out the door into the cool night air. The quiet and space were wonderful but I didn't have much time to enjoy either. Joe pushed me roughly against the wall and slanted his mouth over mine. In a moment I was breathless and wrapped in his tight embrace. His kiss was as sexy as I remembered and I let myself get lost in it.
"I've been thinking about this since I left your place," he murmured. "I could take you right here."
I laughed. "You're drunk."
He pulled back and nodded. "True. But I would feel the same way sober. You drive me wild, Liss."
"Right back at you," I said before kissing him again. This was so not me. Making out in front of a bar where anyone could see? Not me at all. But I couldn't stop myself. And as Joe pressed tighter against me I knew he felt the same way. Drunk he was more forceful than the other day. And strangely, I liked it. Liked his strength and passion. He made me feel sexy and cherished instead of awkward and lumbering.
We kept kissing, ignoring a group who catcalled and whistled as they left the bar, or the car honking. My hands were laced behind Joe's neck as he ground his lower body against mine, hard and hungry.
Finally I gathered my wits enough to push him away. I took a minute to catch my breath and smiled. "We can't keep going like this. We'll get arrested."
"Good point. Let's get out of here."
"Where to?"
His blue eyes glittered in the streetlight. "Hotel's just a couple blocks away."
"Let's go."
We practically ran, both sobering up as we went, moving faster and surer. By the time we got to the front door I was ready for anything.
Joe didn't touch me at all while we rode up the elevator, but I could feel his eyes on every part of my body like a caress. I was suddenly glad I'd taken the time to get dressed up cute for the night.
He led me down the hall and into his hotel room. Once inside I caught a quick glimpse of the messy floor and generic furniture before he was on me, dragging me down to one of the beds, shoving a pile of clothes out of the way. I wondered briefly if he had a roommate who might interrupt us but then his lips met mine and I left rational thought far behind.
Joe lifted my shirt over my head but got too distracted to finish the job so I my arms were caught in it on the pillow above me. He kissed my lips and then my shoulder, sliding my bra strap out of the way. He cupped my breasts, sliding his thumbs over the satin, teasing my nipples awake.
I managed to free my hands and grabbed his face, pulling him in for a kiss. Our mouths crashed together with bruising strength but I didn't care. His kiss sent fire flowing through my veins, igniting every inch of my body.
He nuzzled at my neck and inhaled deeply. "God, Liss. You smell like heaven." He nipped at my skin there as if to taste me. After having hid fill Joe broke away and lowered his head. He tongued each of my nipples through the fabric of my bra and then kept sliding lower on my body. His lips left feather light kisses down my belly to the waist of my skirt. His hands approached from below, sliding up over my knees and then my thighs, and then between my legs. I tensed up and he kissed my belly button, making me smile and relax a bit.
"Wait," I said, stopping him as he began to move my skirt out of the way.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just…"
"Don't worry. We don't have to rush. We have all night. Well, what's left of the night and all day."
I laughed and ran my fingers through his hair, mussing it completely.
"Come back up here. I'm not done kissing you yet."
He grinned up at me and I felt dizzy.
"Yes ma'am."
We kissed again, tongues entwined and exploring. He kept one hand on my breast, gently kneading the tender flesh and then brushing over the distended tip. His other hand caressed the side of my face as he kissed me, soothing and arousing at the same time.
I wrapped my arms around Joe's neck and held him close to me. I could feel him along the entire length of my body, all lean hard muscle against my softness.
Joe sat up, pulling me with him. He stopped kissing me just long enough to yank his t-shirt off. As his chest came into view again it took my breath away. I traced every dip and line of muscle, enjoying the way his breath caught and his heart beat faster.
"No fair, Liss," he said huskily. "I'm topless and you're not."
I unhooked my bra and slid it off, reflexively covering my breasts.
"Allow me," Joe joked and did just that, holding them gently as he leaned down to kiss the peaks.
With a moan I arched my back into his touch. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and laved it with his hot, wet tongue. I shuddered with pleasure as he switched back and forth, showing loving attention to both of my breasts until I couldn't take it.
"More, Joe. More," I pleaded. Any shyness or nerves were smothered under a rush of desire that felt like flames licking me from head to foot.
Joe grinned that perfect crooked smile and slid down my body. He spread my thighs and came to rest between them. He pushed my skirt up and traced his finger along the line of my panties. With a growl he pushed them aside and slid a finger along my crease.
I bit my tongue and closed my eyes, lost in sensation.
He rubbed me for the longest time, coaxing everything inside me alive until I was writhing. Satisfied, he moved long enough to pull of the rest of my clothes and return to his delicate ministrations of my now naked body. With a sound of pleasure he pushed a finger inside me, easy with the evidence of my arousal so plentiful. My muscles tightened and my stomach clenched as his lips passed over the tiny bundle of nerves that could drive me out of my head.
"Oh…yes…" I breathed.
Joe added another finger inside me and stroked slowly, his tongue washing back and forth across my clit. My hips rose to meet him and he sucked the little nub into his mouth. Just when I thought I couldn't love any more he started humming deep in his throat, playing my body like an instrument. The vibrations emanated from my center to the tips of my fingers and toes and the whole world disappeared as I reached climax and kept climbing, his mouth and fingers pulling me over the edge again and again.
Eventually my head cleared and I could see and hear again. Joe's head rested on my thigh and he was gently stroking me.
"Joe," I said raggedly, and looked down at him.
"You're amazing, Liss. Just amazing."
I laughed hoarsely. "Me? You did all the work."
"That isn't work. It's a privilege."
"I'd like to return the favor."
"Later, maybe." He bent my leg so his face was next to my ankle. "I'm busy right now."
With that he kissed the top of my foot and then the outside of my ankle. He moved up over my calf, using lips and hands to touch every bit of me. When he reached my upper thigh he stopped and switched legs. Again at the apex of my legs he pulled my arm over and kissed my palm. He sucked each of my fingers into his mouth and then moved up. Both arms got the full treatment before he crouched over me. "Turn over, babe."