Meet Me Backstage

42. Between the Raindrops

SKYE

The rain drenches us as we stand under the streetlamp, Jacks's face in my hands.

"You love me?" he asks, squinting as water droplets fall on his face.

"Yes. I love you."

His eyes lock with mine, and in an instant his hands are at my lower back, pulling me in for a kiss. The kiss is needy and almost desperate. His hands both find my rear and he scoops me up.

I squeal, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he carries me over to the wall of the building. The awning gives us some cover from the storm and he presses me up against the wall. Our lips part for a moment and he leans his forehead against mine.

"You're picking me?" he asks. "You love me?"

"Yes. I love you."

He presses his lips hard against mine and his fingers dig deeper into my skin. His touch is cold and he tastes of salt and rain. I feel his heartbeat pound against mine as our chests are pressed together.

He lifts me off the wall and sets me down, holding out his hand to me.

"Come on," he says through heavy breaths. "Let's go inside."

I take his hand and he makes a beeline for the lobby, tugging me through until we reach the empty elevator. When the doors close, we both reach for each other, unable to resist the pull between us. His hands roam my body and mine lace into his hair, tugging him into a long kiss. I don't know how much time passes, but the ding of the elevator tells us we've reached our floor.

Jacks takes my hand and leads me down the hall until he reaches his suite. He pulls me so that my back is against the door, grabbing my hips and pinning them in place as he kisses my neck. He manages to open it at almost the same time, and pushes the door open. I hook my arms around his neck and pull him inside. He fumbles for the light switch, cursing when he can't find it.

"Fuck it," he says, picking me up. He carries me to the bedroom as I lay a trail of kisses along his neck and collarbone.

He turns on a small bedside lamp that fills the room with a soft, warm light, then lays me down on the bed. I slip my jacket off my shoulders, watching him standing there, drinking me in. His black t-shirt sticks to his skin, outlining his every muscle. He peels it off, throwing it to the side and positioning himself on top of me. My fingers stroke the lines on his abdomen and he shudders.

"I love you, Skye," he says, bringing his lips to mine. His tongue brushes against my bottom lip and I buck my hips, eliciting a small groan from him. The contact with his skin is addictive, and I realize I need more of it. I pull away just enough to take off my own shirt, leaving me in my black bra and leggings.

I mentally high-five myself for wearing a nice, lacy bra today.

My hands find their way to his belt buckle, and I fumble with it, trying to get it undone.

"Skye," he says, pulling back and putting a hand on mine, "Are you sure? You want this?"

"I'm sure," I say breathily. "Do you want this?"

"God, Skye, yes. So fucking much, yes."

I resume my task, finding his zipper and pulling it down. I tug his pants partly down and he does the rest, slipping them off at the foot of the bed. There's a notable bulge in his navy boxer briefs.

My brain immediately goes to the fanfiction we read.

It's not that crazy big, is it? I really don't want to be split in half by a giant dick.

Then again, that would make for one hell of an obituary.

He pulls me to the edge of the bed and delicately pulls my wet leggings down my legs, kissing and nipping at the skin as he reveals it. When they're all the way off, he tosses them aside and places delicate kisses on my inner thighs, slowly moving up until he reaches their apex.

He looks up at me, seemingly for confirmation, but I'm too stunned to speak so instead I nod fervently. He smirks and, in a quick motion, he brings his mouth to my core. His tongue and lips move in heavenly rhythm, building an unbearable heat in my center. I ball the sheets in my fists, twisting and shaking as the sensation fills me, then overflows in waves of bliss.

My vision sparkles at the edges and I can't help but think that all the fuss over Jacks was actually quite warranted. This man is gifted.

He pulls himself up to my eye level and I kiss him, pulling his bottom lip between my teeth and running my tongue along its width.

"Fu-uuck..." he groans. He pulls back and stands up. I push myself closer to the headboard as I watch him intently. His fingers hook beneath his boxers and he pulls them down.

I feel a bit of relief when I see that he's big—but not the mythical creature he's purported to be. He disappears into the other room for a moment and returns with a condom in hand.

"You still want t-"

"Yes!" I say eagerly. "I want you—now."

His eyes widen and he rips the foil packet, pulling out the condom and rolling it down his shaft. He climbs back onto the bed and positions himself at my entrance, sliding in with relative ease. The full sensation is all-consuming, and something about it being Jacks makes everything feel more intense.

It's as if our souls both vibrate at the same exact frequency and that's why everything between us just feels natural.

He pulls back, then thrusts forward again. I moan and roll my hips. His head falls into the crook of my neck and he bites at my skin. He starts to move faster and my fingernail rake across his back.

"God Skye, you're ruining me," he says, his eyes rolling back slightly. "Now that I know what you feel like, I don't know if I can ever go without again."

A smile tugs at my lips.

"Good."

He chuckles and stands up, pulling me to the edge of the bed.

"Roll over," he says.

I turn so that I'm now bent over the edge of the bed with him standing behind me. In a swift motion, he plunges into me from behind, the new angle making me see stars. I let loose a string of syllables that vaguely resemble a yes.

My core pulses as a rush of pleasure builds deep within me, threatening to burst at any moment.

"Faster?" I beg.

"Fuck. I'm gonna come if I do that," he says, his voice rough and love.

"Please."

His thrusts pick up in rhythm, and I swear it's a near out-of-body experience. Tingling spreads from my center to every edge of my body. Jacks's movements become messier and frenzied until he lets out an erotic moan that leaves my knees shaking.

He collapses, his chest pressing against my back as my limbs go weak. After a moment, he rises to his feet and helps pull me fully onto the bed. I lay against him, listening to his heartbeat return to a normal pace. He laces his fingers in mine.

"I've never met someone who fits me like you do, Skye. You're the piece I never knew was missing."

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