Freddie

FREDDIE

I've never left a bar so fast in my life. I'm sure we looked like two criminals on the run. We made it back to my truck in the Foggy Goggles parking lot in record time. I drove us back to my apartment and we crashed through the door while I prayed the whole time that she wouldn't change her mind.

My hands thread through her long blond hair as I hold her steady and look into her eyes.

"I want you more than anything right now, but if you don't want to go further, we can stop."

"Don't stop." The words leave her lips on a short breath.

"I'm serious Journey. I want you to be with me because you feel the pull, too."

"Why are you trying to talk yourself out of this?" She scrunches her brows at me.

I laugh. "I'm not. But I need to know you want me, just me , as I am right now."

"And who are you?"

"I'm just a man who's crazy in lust for this gorgeous woman in front of me."

She raises a brow. "Lust, huh? Is that all this is?"

I quickly pull my shirt over my head and drop it to the floor. "Oh, it's way more than lust but I'm trying not to scare you with any other L word right now." She pauses, tilting her head at me. "Don't give me that look. I'm a musician who feels emotion more than the average person. And you know exactly what I'm talking about."

She reaches out, tracing the tattoo around my bicep. Her light touch ignites my body. "You're trying to convince me you're just a man but now want to tell me you're a musician?"

I pull her close, sliding my hands into the back pockets of her jeans, squeezing and kneading her firm ass and tuck my head into her neck. "I'll be anything you need me to be right now as long as you say you're mine."

I feel her melt into me. "I'm yours." Those two words are all it takes. I scoop her into my arms and carry her to my room. Dropping her unceremoniously onto my bed, I follow behind her as she pushes her way back towards the pillows. She works her jeans down her hips and I grab the bottoms, yanking them from her body. Next to go is her shirt and she's left in a matching navy blue lace set that sets my heart racing.

"I need you to know, it's been a long time since I've had a beautiful woman like you in my bed."

"Stop talking, ."

I laugh. "No, I need you to know–"

"Damn! Are our roles reversed right now? I'm here, , waiting for you to do what you'd like to me and you want to talk me to death!" She gets up on her knees crawling close to me, kissing me, letting her lips linger down my neck, to my shoulder before biting my bicep with the tribal music tattoo. All the while her hands work the button on my jeans. "I don't care about anyone before me. I'm choosing you, and you're choosing me and I really wish you'd just shut up and show me how much you want me."

"I want more than just tonight, Journey." I let my honesty surround us in this small bedroom.

"Then you better put your mouth to better use and hope for more nights."

Her snark has me so turned on. I knew she'd fight me. I knew she'd be feisty and throw everything back at me. And I fucking love it. We're an equal match and I can't believe she's real.

I palm her under her ass, flipping her on her back, and she squeals as I drape my body over hers. Her legs wrap around me and I rock into her core, meeting each thrust with every sweep of her tongue on mine. Pulling her straps down her arm, her full breasts spill out and when she leans on her elbows to unsnap it completely, I'm met with a sight that stops my heart. I feather my fingers over her breasts, circling her nipple as her gasps and moans spur me on.

"Your fingers are magic, ."

I smirk. "I love this part, Journey. Let me learn what you like." I lay above her, my hips grinding into the mattress, trying to hold off what I need. I don't want to miss any part of her. I want to touch and taste every inch of skin. She lays still under me as I take her hand and suck on her finger. When it's wet, I circle her nipple with it, while gently biting and flicking at her other one.

"I could watch you all night. Your goosebumps tell me I'm doing something right."

She pulls me down for another kiss, while pushing my jeans from my body. Leaning back, I kick them completely off while her eyes drift over me. She makes me feel like I'm number one on the charts.

"I don't want you watching me. I want you fucking me."

I feel like I've just been touched with a live wire. "Journey!" I huff out her name in bewilderment.

". I need you to get me there. And if you don't take control, I'm going to do it myself." Her eyes dance with a dare.

"Really." I draw out the word.

"Really." She glances at my hard cock that is straining to get inside her. "By the looks of it, you want to take control, so what are you waiting for?"

"I've waited a long time for a lot of things, Journey. And right now, the sight of you getting yourself off in my bed, is something I never knew I needed." I stand from the bed, sliding my boxers down to the floor and stand unashamed in front of her. Her eyes flare and her tongue sneaks out to wet her lips. "Show me, Journey. Show me how you thought about me, get yourself off and then let me handle the rest of the night."

She sits up against the pillows and pulls her panties down her legs. She lies completely naked in front of me and I take my cock in my hand. Squeezing the tip, warding off my orgasm, I watch as she spreads her legs and circles her clit. She dips her finger inside, wetting it then continues to play with herself. Closing her eyes, she arches her back, her full tits begging for my tongue.

"You're so fucking beautiful right now." I swallow hard. "Keep going."

Her eyes open and she watches me stroke myself as her own speed picks up. Soft mewls leave her lips. "Get there sweetheart, let me see how you look when you're thinking about me. When you're watching me. I can't wait to be inside ya. Show me how you're going to look screaming my name."

"!" Her soft smile and a few giggles leave her lips. "I've never done this before. What are you doing to me?"

I'm fucking breaking. I cannot stand here anymore just watching her. It takes me two steps to the bed before I'm grabbing her ankles, pulling her flat to the bed while I dive into her pussy. She squeals, then moans as I flick her clit with my tongue. I'm dying for a taste and she's everything I imagined.

"Come on my tongue, Journey. Now. I need it now!" I spear her before biting her clit and she explodes. Her hips ride my face and I'm dripping from her orgasm. It's the best damn thing that's ever happened to me. Without allowing her a second to recover, I get to my knees and enter her in one thrust. "I don't have the words to tell you how I feel right now." With each thrust, her tits bounce and her eyes roll and I've never felt more like a man than I do right now. Pleasing my woman, making her come, making her feel beautiful and having her give that back to me? Priceless.

"," she sighs my name as she throws her hands above her head. "I can't… I need more … but it's too much…"

"It's never too much." I slam into her over and over, her pussy grabs my cock, suffocating me. "You fit me perfectly, Journey." I fall over her, my hands at either side of her head as my thrusts get quicker and deeper. "Oh, Journey, take it. Take it from me."

We reach the height together, moaning out our pleasure and I want to yell out I love you. I want to yell out that she's the one I've been looking for. Not only in body, but goddamn it, she's got my heart, and soul too.

Those words from years ago drift through my mind once again. " Love and music don't always work that way ." This girl is making me feel that if the two go together I don't care anymore. Because the only thing that makes my heart sing right now, is her.

We're lying together, legs intertwined and hearts tied tight. I can't stop touching her, like if i cant feel her, this isn't real. And I need it to be real.

"?"

"Yes, Journey?"

"Can I tell you the rest?"

My heart pulls tight. "Tell me anything you want."

She takes a breath and I wait patiently. "I trusted him. And maybe that was my downfall, I trusted a lot of people because I had never been burned before. My life was full of people who wanted the best for me and loved me, for me. So when my ex boyfriend took me to one of my bigger shows and he put me on stage, I wanted to do so well for him. I wanted to be his star, shining bright, and I wanted him to be proud of me. I thought we were going to be together and that the music was going to be the ticket that got us there."

I lace my fingers with hers as she continues. "But one night, at a show that he said would push me to the next level, something felt off. He was being weird all day. He suddenly was critiquing me and my sound. He seemed annoyed with me and didn't want to be close. I'd reach for his hand and he'd shake me off. He kept scanning the crowd. I actually remember asking if there was a producer or someone that I should know about. If there was someone here for the both of us, I wanted to make sure I gave it my all.

"He pushed me behind the curtain and said to wait here. He said to just listen for my name and be ready. He had never done that before. We always did everything together. So I was left feeling alone and confused and I was afraid. It was the largest crowd I had ever sung in front of.

"They called my name and I stepped out from behind the curtain. The crowd clapped but they weren't overly enthusiastic. The spotlight on me was blinding. I searched the front row for him, and when I didn't see him, I got nervous. That small voice inside me told me something was very wrong. All of a sudden I realized I was standing on stage, alone . Being judged. Watched.

"I scanned the audience until I found him on the right side of the room, snuggled up and kissing some random girl. She was about my age and I had recognized her from other shows. She was a singer/songwriter, like me, and I knew right then our relationship was a game to him, a means to an end to earn him money. Or earn him the attraction he wanted from a younger girl. He was using my talent and my heart to further himself. And the worst part? He was doing it to others and probably promising them the world as well.

"When I gasped into the mic and it made a screech throughout the crowd, they oohed and he looked up. He looked right at me, winked and then kissed her again. My heart broke into a thousand pieces that night. I ran from the stage, embarrassed and heartsick."

Her words cut me. I hate that a love for something she has was turned into a toxic memory.

"I shut down after that night. I never wanted to be front and center again. I would sing for me, I would teach for me but I'd never be pressured into any type of music again. I went home the next morning, never returning to the university, and never hearing from him again. I packed my stuff, told my sister I loved her, but I needed to go. I didn't think he'd come after me, but I was afraid to see him. So I drove until I found the parking lot of Foggy Goggles."

"Thank you for telling me. I'm sure at some point your relationship with him was real. Don't doubt yourself for falling in love and being a good person." I debate whether to push. "Maybe one day you'll find someone you want to sing for again."

She snuggles in close to me and I wrap my arms around her. What I wouldn't do to find that guy and break his nose. I won't let myself go there. Instead, I'll be here, present and caring, for her.