"Tighter." You said, giving the instruction through gritted teeth.
Jake tugged on the leather strap until it dug into your flesh, leaving raised abrasions on your wrist. The sensation was not unpleasant.
"Calm down." He hushed, tightening your other wrist in the same fashion, "I don't want you to fly too close to the sun."
You shot him a silent, desperate plea as you languished against the pillows, arms outstretched and completely immobilised. He met it cordially, with a look of deep anticipation rolling off his smirk.
"What do you say if it gets too rough?" He asked, pulling off your underwear in a single, swift movement.
You watched him bundle it into his fist, breathing in the scent like he always did before throwing them down.
"Paris..." You uttered, already breathless by the way he lingered at the foot of the bed.
"Good girl." He confirmed, leading his hand down the length of your thigh.
Madrid was a touch warmer in the evenings than Valencia had been. Without the cool air coming in off the sea, it felt stifling during the day. But the heat was nothing compared to the inevitable goodbye that would come with the morning rise.
Jake took out his camera from his perpetually packed suitcase and began to fiddle with the settings as you remained still, trying to keep your body from fighting against the restraints. It was an old thing which required a film to be loaded instead of digital. How endearing it was, as he stood there carefully placing his last roll inside, knowing he was using it to capture you.
The idea had come to him as you wandered the San Miguel market. Taking pictures of the grand structure on your cell phone, he'd watched you closely taking in the architecture as he took in the structure of your body against the soft yellow sun dress he had bought for you to replace the one he had unceremoniously ruined in Amsterdam.
"Spread your legs for me." He said, placing the camera at the side of your ankle, the lens peering up towards your core.
You did as you were instructed, listening to the low discernible click as he took pictures of you laid out on the apartment's four poster bed. Jake had spared no expense for your final destination. A weekend of such luxury that you were not accustomed to. His choices of wine and food had you flawed as he insisted on picking up the bill each time, something which did not sit well with you until he reminded you that it was his way of saying I love you...
And this was yours. Giving in to his every whim, his every desire. He had asked you for a memory he could look back on, always, and your body was his only interest. He had no care to recall the museums you had sauntered through, the beaches you had laid upon. There was only one thing he craved to remember.
"You're so fucking beautiful." He whispered, perhaps to himself, as he moved around the bed.
You arched your back for him, allowing your breasts to move as he watched you through the view finder. His cock growing incessantly hard beneath his crisp white boxer shorts.
You were conscious of time slipping away from you as he placed his camera on the side of the bed. "I'll take some more later..."
"When I'm all fucked out?" You asked, aware that he often left you so bedraggled you weren't sure you wanted it on film. "Typical."
He grabbed your feet and moved your legs apart so that your body was a star upon the bedsheets, leaning in at the end of the bed to stare longingly at your wet, glistening pussy. He pulled his hair back into a low bun, strands falling out around his ears as he tucked them behind.
He crawled up and laid his head against your thigh, his face mere inches away from your entrance. His hard cock pressed against your other leg, straining against his underwear. He looked up at you with that incessant smirk as you fought against the leather.
"Relax, baby. I don't want you to hurt yourself." He soothed, his mouth opening and his tongue lapping against your waiting clit.
Immediately you were at his mercy. Slow, manic moans sounded out as he pressed his fingers against your lips, sliding them apart so that he could lick at your clit more deeply. You could feel his moustache against your pussy lips, the familiar tickle almost a comfort to you as you closed your eyes and tried to imagine this feeling staying with you when he could not.
"Fingers, Jakey..." You whined, your voice a high pitched mockery of itself.
He kept his mouth firmly sucking on your clit as he raised his hand, sliding a finger inside your moist, waiting cunt. Your savage moan spurred him into entering a second finger, which he dipped in and out of you slow at first before thrusting inside you with a third. You felt completely filled as he hooked them up and hit your sweet spot, knowing his intention was to make you squirt as he had done before.
"That's my good girl..." He crooned, pulling away from your clit to watch his fingers bang you into complete submission. "So tight and wet for me."
You bit down on your bottom lip, teeth grinding into your flesh as his fingers fucked you hard and deep. "Tell me, sweet thing. Tell me how fucking good it feels."
Every muscle, every sinew responded to his touch. Your body clenched in a fist of nothing but sweet, prolonged heaven. You could barely keep yourself from letting out a frenzied scream, let alone the words to convey how his fingers buried deep inside you made you feel as if the earth had ceased spinning.
"Oh, fuck..."You managed to spit out, "So close to heaven."
You knew his hand was slick with your juice as he pulled out, grabbing his camera from the other side of the bed. He placed it to his eye, holding it deftly with his finger on the shutter. His other hand returned to you, inching slowly into your entrance as he took pictures of your wetness on his skin. His breath hitched in his chest, releasing slowly as he watched himself fuck you slow with his fingers through the view finder.
When his eyes looked up from the camera, he winked conspiratorially. He took a few shots of your hair fanned over your breasts, sticking to the sweat which had formed before discarding it back to the other side of the bed. You were certain he wasn't done with his photography, but his attention drifted back to you and the moment.
"I want you to cum hard for me baby, let me taste it and swallow it." You heard him say as he returned to you with his mouth.
There was no doubt in your mind that he would bring you to that place. With heavier conviction, he fucked into you with his fingers pumping wildly and his mouth clamped tight around your clit as he sucked it. His tongue running circles around it, sending you into a fit on uncontrollable ecstasy. Your arms were pulled tight against the leather belts, your fist curled around it as you fought to move against the mounting orgasm. Your legs flailing around his body, trying not to kick him as he edged you closer.
"Shit, Jake!" You cried, feeling your walls clench against him. "So fucking close baby, can you feel it?"
He nodded silently, keeping his mouth on you and sucking harder. You could hear the unmistakable slurp and swallow as he pressed his tongue against your swollen, begging clit.
You were about to let him have what he had wanted, to let go of yourself and give in to the climax you were on the verge of when he lifted up your waist, pushing up your legs so that they rested against your stomach. His tongue slid effortlessly between your ass cheeks, moving up and into your throbbing entrance and his teeth bore down on your clit so slightly you lost yourself completely.
"Oh, you filthy fucking bastard..."You said helplessly, feeling his mouth explore every inch of you down there.
"You want it in your ass?" He asked, raising a hopeful eyebrow. "Please say yes..."
He leaned back and pulled his cock out of his boxers, his tip leaking so badly they were ruined. He began tapping it violently against your clit, sending your wetness dripping against your inner thighs.
"Have I ever said no?" You breathed, watching his eyes light up at your consent.
"Oh fuck, really?!" He sounded incredulous, asking you again just to be certain of what you had agreed to.
"Yes Jake." You replied, the need to cum still flooding through your pussy, "Just like in Amsterdam."
He gripped your thighs, holding your legs up against your torso. He looked down at you spread wide, his mouth lilting open at the sight of how wet and pink you were. His cock was throbbing so hard, it slipped between your pussy lips without needing a hand. Your juice lubricating him as he moved back, his erection pressed between your ass cheeks. You watched, holding your breath, as he spat down onto his cock, edging his tip around the entrance to gauge your reaction.
"I couldn't fit it all in last time." He said, moving your ankles into one tightly gripped hand as he moved his other down to your clit. "Say the word and I'll pull out..."
His thumb plunged inside your pussy, index finger rubbing circles at your clit. His cock slowly edged further inside your ass, sending him into a flurry of words that would have made a sailor on shore leave blush. You were certainly blushing as the blood rushed to your head, wishing that your hands could reach out to him.
"Damn, that's tight..." He said, watching his cock slide in.
Your focus was being pulled in every direction. The overwhelming sensation of your clit being stimulated and your pussy being filled as you felt that other pleasurable pain.
And the sight of him. Rutting into you, his beautiful hair falling out from behind his ears. His low bun becoming loose, his chest dripping in sweat. You'd often wanted to detach yourself from it all, watch him fucking you from above completely beholden to him so that you could consume the vision of him.
You felt him fill you to the hilt. His entire length and girth inside you. Pure and unadulterated pleasure washed over his face, as if he had achieved something he never thought possible.
"That's my fucking beautiful girl." He praised, pulling back a little to watch his cock move against your ass. "Every inch of you...mine."
As he continued to rock back and forth, his thumb curled upwards and your clit began to ache. You wanted to reach for the camera, to capture the way he looked with your ankles in his hand, his eyes locked on what he was doing to you.
"If I say Paris will you release me?" You ventured.
He stopped immediately. "Fuck, did I hurt you?!"
"It hurts." You confessed. "But not enough to stop. I just..."
Your eyes gestured towards the camera and that shit eating smirk returned to his face. He released your ankles and freed you from one of the restraints, placing the camera in your free hand as he gripped you even tighter.
You pressed the tiny glass square to your cheek bone, watching Jake return his gaze to your pussy and his cock pulling in and out of your ass. His body rearing up against your legs, you clicked the shutter and waited for him to look up at you.
"Look at me, Jacob." You said sternly, his eyes motioning upwards so briefly you wondered if you had caught it. "You fucker..."
You tossed the camera aside and now with your new found freedom, reached down to graze your fingertips against his stomach. But you couldn't reach.
"Soon, baby...I promise." He told you, "Just cum for me, the way I like it..."
With his cock buried deep in your ass, he slowed his pace right down to focus on your clit. Lapping it gently with his finger, putting just the right amount of pressure on the sweet spot. Letting go of your ankles, your legs fell to either side of him. You felt his fingers, you weren't certain how many, begin to violently fuck you as he continued lapping at your clit.
"I'm there..."You moaned, feeling yourself explode against his hand.
As you looked down, you could see yourself spraying against him. His hands working against your cum. He pulled out of you completely and buried his face into your pussy, moaning as you worked your hips against his mouth.
When you felt yourself return to your body, you couldn't help but stifle a giggle as you noticed his hair was drenched in your juice.
"Oh, you think that's funny, huh?!" He said, slicking his hair back as he noticed your laughter.
Releasing your other hand, he set you free. You flew to him immediately, crushing yourself against him. Your sweat fuelled bodies sliding against each other. You pulled his hair out and let it tumble around his shoulders. You picked up your own scent in his facial hair as he kissed you and you wondered how you could ever return to nights where he did not lay beside you.
"That's what I love about you." You said, planting small kisses across his cheeks. "You're not afraid of anything, are you? You'll fuck me until you're covered in me. You'll walk out onto a stage in front of thousands of people and fuck that guitar in the same way."
He responded to your kisses with feather light touches of his own, pulling your hips down onto him as he knelt on the bed.
"I'm afraid of a great many things." He said wryly, bringing his lips to the curve of your neck. "I'm afraid of what the morning will bring."
You visibly winced at the thought of the sun coming up. Your arms wrapped around him tighter.
"Not yet, please..." You whispered, not ready to uncoil the spring inside you that had been keeping you together. "I'm not ready to say goodbye."
You pushed him back, feeling yourself on the verge of hysterical tears as you carefully straddled his waist. He looked up at you, sorrow building in his eyes as he reached for your breasts.
He bucked his hips up, the wetness of your previous orgasm still a moist sheen between your thighs. He slipped into you seamlessly, raising yourself on your knees to accommodate his length. As you brought yourself back down you watched his eyes roll back. A content sigh escape his lips as he entwined his fingers between yours. Rocking back and forth, hands together, you felt as if your life would never exceed the way you felt here in this moment no matter where you ended up.
You tried to will yourself into a separateness, but Jakes eyes did not leave you. Now, perhaps, you were condemned to whatever this would become. He possessed you, and you were well aware of it. You sank down onto his torso, his hands coming to rest on your buttocks as you moved up and down on him. Your breasts against his chest, the chains which hung around his neck cool between your hot skin.
"I love you." You breathed into his ear as you rode him.
You heard him swallow hard. " I love you..." He replied softly, knowing his fate with you was sealed.
When he came it was this glorious warmth that you felt hit you deep inside your stomach. His body tensed and convulsed as he gripped you, letting his sperm shoot effortlessly inside you. And when you rested your cheek against his, he reached for the camera and took the last picture on the roll.
The two of you locked in an embrace, you on top while his cock softened inside you and your faces covered with sweat and sadness.
~
The heat of the cascading water hit your body, rippling at the end of your nipple and shooting off down towards your stomach. You tilted your head back, letting the water pull down your hair. The shower was like nothing you had ever experienced before, hitting you from above and in front of you with the perfect amount of pressure to sooth your aching bones. Swathed in white tile and chrome, it was in stark contrast to the dark woods and antique furniture which completed the decór of the rest of the apartment.
In any other circumstances you would have loved it, you would have loved Madrid. But he had brought you here as a sweetener to his absence. His only direct flight options back to Nashville from the capital city. And so he had turned it into a final fling.
The steam swirled and cleared as the shower screen opened. Jake stepped inside, pulling you into the circle of his arms as you worked shampoo into your hair. You put the frothy suds from your hands into his hair and let him kiss you just once.
"Are you going to burst our bubble?" You asked, watching him lather up his chest with the palms of his hands.
Jake could feel his stomach begin to churn. "I said I'd protect it, and I will."
"We haven't even talked about it yet, and you're leaving in the morning." You pointed out, trying to busy yourself with rinsing out your hair as he swiped the soap over his soft cock.
"I didn't want to talk about it." He reasoned, "Why would I want to talk about having to leave you?"
"Because it was always going to be inevitable, Jake. That's why." You felt your voice rising in a way you didn't like.
He shook his head slightly, trying to shake off the frustration.
"We'll always have Paris, is that what you want me to say?!" He said, visibly irked.
Your arms dropped to your sides, deflated. "Are we fighting? Tonight of all nights?!"
There was something animalistic about him when he was all wet. His hair sleek and running long and dark down his back. His body so imperfect, and yet sparking such a visceral reaction in the pit of your stomach when you looked at him. You noted the scar running up the length of his forearm and recalled the story he had told you about how he had broken it as a child.
You knew how he tasted when he came in your mouth. The hot salty sensation of it on your tongue, and his sweet relief etched on his beautiful face. You knew this body. Why did he suddenly feel as if he was a million miles away from you?
"I'm not fighting with you." He said pointedly, his eyes watching the water fall down the length of you. "I feel like you want to fight with me, though?"
You weren't sure where the hostility had come from. "I'm sorry, I'm shit at goodbyes."
You turned around, the urge to run from this mounting heartbreak too much to bear. He was at your back in seconds. His arms coming around you, his chest hot and welcoming against your skin. You leaned your head back into his shoulder and let out the most painful sob you hadn't expected would come. His lips were at your cheek, his voice soft and low as he hushed you into silent tears. His own threatening to spill, but he would never let them fall.
"It's going to be alright, baby. You'll see." He said, "It's not a goodbye. It's just a farewell for now."
You scorned his positivity. "I'm scared that you'll get home and all this will feel like a dream that we had to wake up from. And we'll never get it back."
"No, you're right." He agreed. "We wont ever get this back. These past ten days, they have been a dream. And we do have to wake up from it."
"I don't want to." You said, almost petulantly, sniffing against your sobs as you tried to regulate yourself. "I don't ever want to wake up to find you're not there."
You could feel him smiling against his soft kisses on your cheek.
"Just because it wont be like this forever it doesn't mean it has to end. Did you think that I was just going to leave in the morning and that would be it? That me telling you that I love you would be for nothing? I don't say shit like that easily. Unless I fucking mean it." He said, with conviction, pressing you up against the shower tiles.
"Listen to me." His voice was no longer soft as he trailed his hands down your centre. "You are mine. Do you understand? I'm not giving you up. When we're back in the real world, you'll still be mine."
He reached around and grabbed your pussy with his middle and index fingers. You could feel him grow hard against your back.
"Nobody else is going to have this pussy, but me." He said, lifting your leg and sliding his erection between your thighs. "Nobody gets to fuck you, but me."
He grunted out, the level of his arousal in direct correlation to how you curved your back for him. His hand came around your mouth, the finger which had been inside you moments before now pushed between your teeth.
"And when we're apart, I want you to touch yourself and think only of me. I want you put your fingers inside yourself and imagine how it feels when I make you cum." He was breathing harder as he spoke, his voice echoing around the room as you closed your eyes against the sound of it. "Imagine my face on your pretty little pussy, grovelling on it until you beg me to fuck you."
He'd always been vocal. But it was like he was etching the words on your memory, as if his need for you to remember was all consuming.
"How could I forget?" You asked, spinning yourself around to face him. "You don't fuck me like anyone else ever has."
The look of triumph on his face was all you needed. You were his, he had claimed you on that very first night in Paris. But it had taken you a little longer to realise that he was yours.
His cock engorged in your hand, you liked the way it looked all veiny and throbbing in the falling water. Of course he was yours, you couldn't imagine how any other had given him everything he'd ever desired.
"It wont be easy. But it'll be worth it, I swear." His promise was laced with a heavy kiss.
Your hand curled around his hard length, tugging slightly as he dipped his tongue into your mouth. Rhythmically moving together a slow dance, one that you knew and had no desire to forget.
"Protect our bubble, Jake." You urged. "Wherever in the world it floats to."
Straining into the probe of his finger, you both worked each other into a frenzy underneath the hot water of the shower. Both of your grunts and moans an echo of a crescendo as Jake pushed you up against the tiles and lifted you into a clinch around his waist.
His penis found it's way inside you easily, pounding you against the hard wall as he held you up. His toned guitar battle hardened arms flexing as he thrust. His teeth biting down on your lower lip as he kissed you, savouring the taste of your mouth. You felt starved of his touch already, even as he enveloped you with his body.
When his strength wavered, you allowed him to put you down. Panting for breath, you stared at one another through the water and steam. He was still raging hard and you were still slithery wet, but neither of you could break the sight of each other. It would never be enough, you decided there and then, to just have him whenever timing and scheduling allowed it. You finally saw a errant tear fall down his flushed cheek. A solitary streak from red, blood shot eyes.
"Ask me then." You said, without guarding yourself against the potential rejection.
It was the bravest thing you had ever done. And he stood there, completely in awe, trying to fathom what you meant.
"Ask me to cancel the rest of my trip." You continued, ascertaining his reaction before commencing with the next sentence. "Ask me not to to go to Brussels. Or Stockholm. Or London."
His lip was quivering, another tear loosening itself from those sad brown eyes. "I can't ask that of you. That's not fair."
You were desperate to return to him. But the conversation had taken precedence. He instinctually began to grasp himself, not to continue the pleasure while you stood there pouring out your heart, but to steel himself against the frustration of an erection that refused to soften in the midst of such bold words being exchanged.
"Why isn't it fair?" You asked, genuinely curious as you tried to subdue the throb between your legs by crossing them.
He thought about it for a moment, wiping his cheek with the back of his free hand. "Because I am not able to reciprocate. I am not able to cancel when there are thousands of people who are joining in one place to watch us play. And I don't want you to think that all of those people mean more to me than you do. So I would never ask you to cancel your life to accommodate mine."
You could see the struggle in his eyes. The way he swung between wanting to ask you the thing which you wanted him to ask and not asking you in the face of being a kind, fair person.
"I'm not asking you to cancel the rest of your tour Jake, I'm asking you to ask me to cancel the rest of mine." You clarified, knowing that where you stood now would be the base point for the rest of your lives together.
"I already know what it feels like to have somebody put their dreams aside for mine." He inched forward. "You would come to resent me, even if you don't think you would now."
You shook your head, "I'm not Josh. And he doesn't resent you. I've not even met him yet and I know that couldn't possibly be true. Look at what you have achieved together!"
He was losing his resolve, you could sense it as he placed his hand on the side of your face, fingertips gently tracing the wet baby hairs on the back of your neck.
"Ask me..." You said in whisper, "Ask me and I will follow you to the end of the earth. I will love you and support you and figure out whatever it was that I was meant to figure out in the places where you are, instead of the places I intended to go. My trip was never about the location. Always the destination. And you will always be my destination, Jake."
His resolve broke as he crushed his lips to yours. The salt of his tears and yours merged in that kiss.
"I wont ask you." He said firmly, pulling away long enough to speak. "But I wont stop you from coming with me, if that's what you truly want."
You leaned in to resume the kiss but he wasn't finished.
"Because..." He stuttered. "I suppose... that's interesting actually...because...I guess I'd better tell you the truth."
He looked you dead in the eye. A maniacal grin turning in the corners of his mouth.
"You're married?" You guessed, rolling your eyes.
"No, it's worse." He replied, pressing his erection into your stomach as if all the fear and sadness had dissipated.
"Oh my god, you're not in a band and you paid those women to ask for a selfie in Valencia so that I would think you were fucking cool and fall in love with you?!" You joked, stroking the tip of his cock.
He playfully bit down on the tip of your nose. Looking at you with more pride than any sexually deviant thing you'd ever allowed him to have.
"I saw this girl sat alone drinking wine in Paris." He said, all the playfulness draining from him as he spoke. "And I told myself I wouldn't do it. I couldn't. What if she knows who I am? What if she has a boyfriend and is just enjoying a little time alone for the day? I couldn't do it, could I? But the more I watched her the more I saw how truly fucking beautiful she was and I knew if I didn't do it I would regret it for the rest of my life."
You leaned back, watching his lips move as he spoke. The white noise of the shower running the back drop of his tale. That girl sat drinking wine in Paris felt like a completely different girl to the one standing in the shower, holding his hard on in one hand and his heart in the other.
"I didn't know that I would do it until I did it. And once I'd done it I couldn't take it back." He finally confessed. "I spilled her wine down her silk blouse. On purpose. Just so that she would talk to me. And she did talk to me. And I fell in love with her. And I don't deserve her, but for some crazy unknown reason she loves me back."
"It's ok." You replied, "I always knew you did it on purpose."
He raised an eyebrow in genuine shock. "Wait...what? You did?!"
"Would anyone who spilled a strangers drink by accident go to such great lengths to rectify it?" You hedged, pulling him back into the kiss you'd been aching to continue.
"You're going to love Nashville..." He said, between your lips and tongue, trying to speak as you dragged him from the shower back to the bedroom.