A Little Bit of J...

"Did you see the way he was looking at you?" he growled as he shouldered the door shut, toeing out of his shoes.

The 'he' in question was one of the producers of the show, who had been flirting with me all evening. We had been engaged for over two weeks and had arrived in Belfast just the other day to kick off the tour.

My significant other had never expressed his displeasure when other men flirted with me but that evening, he was visibly annoyed. And to say the truth, I found it amusing.

I sighed and reached the top of my head to undo my bun, shaking my hair out, before turning to him.

"I don't care."

He shook his head as he crossed the room to his luggage. "It's like I don't even exist!"

I couldn't help a chuckle. It wasn't every day that he got jealous but when he did, he looked cute.

"Listen, he―" I began but he cut me short.

"The fact that you're my fiancée now makes them flirt with you all the more!" he choked out, pulling out a fresh t-shirt from the luggage and tossing it on the bed. "It's ridiculous!"

"Er... they don't know..." I reminded him. We hadn't made the news public except informing the lads, our other friends and his family. "And anyway, it's just harmless flirting, okay? And if it makes you feel better, I don't like him either." I shrugged as I unzipped my luggage to get a fresh change of clothes. The weather was warm and three back to back production meetings had left us tired.

"Harmless?!" he exclaimed dryly, "Today he flirts with you, tomorrow he tries to sleep with you."

He closed his eyes and dropped his head back.

"I'm sorry," he sighed, regretting the accidental slip, "But that guy isn't to be trusted. We've known him for ten years."

"And I've known him for equally long," I explained patiently.

"I can't believe we're still meeting him for dinner," he pulled off his t-shirt and headed towards the bathroom door, making me chuckle again. It was touching when he got all possessive about me but I did not want him to remain annoyed at dinner. And I just didn't know how to make him understand.

"You're getting worked up for no reason," I said, opening the door to the stall. The water had barely touched his body and he turned to look at me.

"Oh really?" he cocked an eyebrow at me, before turning back, "Some other guy flirts with my fiancée and I remain cool, is that so?"

He wasn't letting this go, was he?

"Look..." I told him, starting to feel a little annoyed, "That was the perfect time for you to swoop in and say 'Hey, this is my girl. Back off, pal!' But you didn't!"

This time when he looked at me, I warned him with my eyes. We were now getting into mined territory if he didn't let this go.

"You didn't seem to mind, either!" he grunted, washing his hair, as the water from the shower poured on his taut body.

"Okay, is that what this is all about?" I let my voice rise unknowingly, "And how do you think I feel when Marissa flirts with you, on camera, and you seem to enjoy it?"

His hands immediately stopped coursing through his dripping wet hair and his head slowly turned towards me again. Marissa was a reporter from the country's leading entertainment channel, who never missed any opportunity to touch him and hug him and kiss him whenever she was interviewing the lads. Quite annoyingly, she never did it with the other guys. It was my man her hands itched to touch. I had never said anything about it to him but at that moment, I couldn't help bring it up.

"I think we're finally getting somewhere with this," he hissed. "So was this some sort of a payback?" He stepped a little out of the shower. "You don't expect me to censure a reporter's behaviour, do you? That's her job, for god's sake!"

"And what do you expect?" I barked, coming away from the frame of the stall, "That I censure the behaviour of our producer? He didn't touch me, while Marissa can't ever seem to keep her hands off you!"

"Hey!" he growled and roughly pulled me to him. I gasped as the cold water drenched my cotton dress. "You know I don't care who flirts with me, right? I don't even remember how many interviews I give every day!"

"And I'm supposed to remember and take notice of everything because I'm a woman? And you think I was enticing him?"

"Hell, no!" he let go off me, looking a little frustrated. "No... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have begun it in the first place."

"Yes, you shouldn't." I stood on tip-toe and kissed him on the lips. He leaned back against the tiled wall and remained silent for a while.

"It's okay," I said softly, rubbing my hands across his chest, "Just calm down please. I hate to see you upset."

"I'm not upset," he shook his head, "I just... I don't know what got into me when I saw him flirting with you."

Without replying, I kissed him again, trying to soothe him. I felt his body relax slowly and his arms came around my body in a tight embrace.

"I think I know where this is going," he grinned as he pinned me against the tiled wall.

"Oh really?" I murmured, my eyes fluttering shut as his hands roamed down my spine to cup my buttocks.

"Yeah." he growled before pressing his lips onto mine, as he backed me into the corner of the stall, his hips already insistently grinding against mine.

"Oh," I moaned as I felt him harden almost instantly against the sodden fabric of my panties and I shuddered as he pressed me harder against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall.

"My sweet baby," he murmured into my ear as he needled my earlobe before kissing the soft flesh of my neck. "I'm going to give you a hickey." He suckled against my skin and I moaned, my hips bucking as I felt the temperature of my core rise. "I'm going to show that damn guy that you're mine."

"God, I love it when you're jealous. You get so hot." I moaned as I ran my hands down his muscular back before slipping to the front to cup his erection. He moaned appreciatively when I gently cupped his balls as he pushed down my dress in one swift move. It puddled onto the ground, and he immediately moved it to suckle on my breasts, his fingers toying with the waistband of my panties before pushing it down my legs.

"I want to suck you," I gasped when he flicked his tongue over my already hard nipples and I chuckled when he immediately detached, his eyes dark with desire. I kissed him soft at first, then harder as I pressed myself against him, my body trembling as I felt his erection press between us, rock-hard and pulsing.

"What— are you sure?" he asked, a little perplexed. He knew I didn't give blowjobs but of course, I loved caressing him with my mouth.

I nodded. "Just... don't come in my mouth."

"Oh no, I'll save it all for you," he growled as he roughly groped my breasts, teasing my nipples with his fingers.

"Promise you'll make love to me?" I pouted, slowly slipping to my knees as he licked his lips in anticipation, "Rough and hard until I'm begging you to stop?"

I flicked my tongue over the tip of his shaft and he shuddered, his hands creeping to support the back of my head.

"I won't stop." He promised, his eyes already shut, his breathing heavy as I took the head into my mouth, my tongue swirling expertly.

"Fuck." He swore when I pressed my tongue into the tiny slit at the head of the shaft while my hands palmed his balls. I had no idea cursing could be so sexy until I'd heard him.

"Touch yourself, baby," he panted as he forced his eyes open to watch me snake my hand under myself.

I pulled back with an audible pop and he growled when I ducked my head in to gently suck on his balls, careful not to use any teeth.

"Oh god," he groaned, gently pushing me back, and I grinned at him, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Come here, you sexy little devil."

I stood up and he immediately kissed me, sliding his hand between us and when he touched the hood of my clit, I moaned mid-kiss, kissing him harder.

He plunged two fingers into me and I threw my head back, my breasts jerking as he roughly fingered me. His thumb brushed against my clit and I shuddered, catching his hand, my eyes bright.

"Please," I pleaded and my mouth dropped open when he flicked the sensitive nub. "I need you inside me."

"Wrap your leg around me," he instructed as he backed me against the wall, his right hand stabling my left thigh. I moaned when I felt his head push against my entrance and my hand wrapped round it to guide it in place.

"I love you," I whispered, kissing him sweetly as he entered me slowly. The unfamiliar angle made his shaft feel bigger and I moaned when he began thrusting slowly, his tongue lashing against mine furiously.

"You're so big," I moaned, reaching out to turn off the shower.

"And you're so wet," he murmured, nipping at my neck again, his left hand fondling my breasts as he buried the whole length inside me.

"Too deep," I gasped, and he pressed his hips even more tightly onto mine, his hands squeezing my buttocks. He kissed my forehead as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me to him as he quickened his thrusts.

"Harder," I breathed and he growled, picking me up in one deft move, his thick length pulsing deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and when I caught his eye, I did a wicked twist with my hips and he groaned, his eyes narrowing.

"You minx!" he warned as he steadied me, and I buried my face into his neck. He leaned back slightly as he fucked me standing, his chest heaving from the exertion, and I moaned each time the base of his shaft brushed against my clit with every thrust.

"Ohh yes," I mumbled incoherently as he picked up speed, pistoning in me mercilessly. I grunted, my legs slipping against his waist, my insides sore, my clit pulsing.

"Tell me you're close," he gasped and I nodded.

"Let me ride you," I breathed and he immediately pulled out and sat on the floor, flinching as his buttocks touched the cool tiles, his erection standing proudly, waiting for me. I wrapped my hand around him and he hissed as I squeezed it just slightly. A wicked grin formed on my face as I squatted over him, positioning him at my entrance as I slowly lowered myself onto him and he groaned as gravity took him deeper. I leaned forward and gave him a peck and he bucked his hips impatiently, his hands on my hips urging me to move.

"Kitten," he moaned and I placed my hands on his chest as I rode him hard and fast in a figure eight motion, my breasts bouncing with every exertion. He slipped his hand to cup my mound and I sucked in a breath as he fondled my clit. I moved faster over him, my butts slapping against his balls, my face flushed as I felt myself start to tighten.

"Fuck me," I whimpered and he could hear the hint of desperation in my voice. He cupped my hips as I bent over him motionless and then he was fucking me, his hips pistoning, and I was gasping with pleasure, my hands tweaking my nipples.

"Oh, oh," I gasped as I felt my climax approach and he showed no sign of stopping, gritting his teeth as he continued to rut against me, holding me in place as he rode out my orgasm, still fucking me even when I was clawing against his chest. I tried to close my legs but I was powerless and his grip was steel.

"Please," I cried out, hanging my head, my centre throbbing, his every stroke threatening to take me even higher but it hurt. I was so sensitive from my orgasm but he wouldn't stop.

"Please, no, no, no!" I screamed as his hand slipped between my legs again and he brutally rubbed my clit and I was spasming around him again. He gritted his teeth and buried himself to the hilt within me before shooting his load.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, feeling the hot gush inside me, my body spasming again and again, milking every drop from him. He sat up and I was still trembling as he took me in his arms, holding me close. He kissed my closed eyelids and pulled back in alarm when he tasted salt.

"Hun?" he asked, worried, and was relieved when in reply I ground harder against his softening length, and he felt me pulse around him.

I opened my eyes and smiled, leaning in to kiss him. "I think I came three times."

"I still haven't returned your favour." He pointed out and I smirked.

"Think you'll still be up for it tonight, big boy?"

"Only if you are too." He retorted as he ran his hands lazily down my back. "I love you, baby."

"And I love you too," I smiled, nuzzling against his neck. "Remind me again why I agreed to dinner."

"Because we've got to talk about the documentary?" he pulled back, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Or I could call his room and tell him that you can't meet him because we're going to have hot, steamy, mind-blowing sex," he suggested and I scowled at him.

"Oh, I'd love to see that look on his face," he mused, "To know that I'm the lucky one who gets to fuck this gorgeous and incredibly sexy woman until she is screaming my name."

I shook my head and swatted his shoulder. "I cannot believe you," I laughed, "You're such a child."

"Am not." He murmured as he leaned in to kiss me again, his fingers playing with the wet tangled strands of my hair.

I sighed, wincing as I gingerly extracted myself from his embrace, his limp shaft slipping out of me. "Come on, we need to get going soon."

He caught me by the waist and spun me around until I was back in his arms again. "So no chance of me boasting my exploits?"

"It depends on your performance tonight, soldier." I laughed, tapping his nose with my finger.

"Is that a promise?" he asked, his eyes hooded, and I shivered when he pressed his hardening length against the joint of my thighs.

I winked as I slipped out of his arms, my hips swaying.

"We've got all night."