Still You Want Me Ch. 04

We drive up the hill to the zoo. We're early so we can get a decent parking spot and lawn spot.

Jesse's holding a blanket in his left hand, leaving his right hand conspicuously available.

"Would you be offended if I held your hand?"

I smile and take his hand in mine.

"I have a lot of feelings about that, but offended isn't one of them."

We walk, talk, and hold hands on the way to the outdoor amphitheater park.

"Who's the band, Jesse?"

"Oh, uh, let me check."

I let go of his hand and he looks at the ticket. He cluelessly shrugs and quickly retrieves my hand.

"Kaleo?"

I'm trying not to get excited, but this is a big deal.

"Kaleo, from Iceland? The rock band, Kaleo? Mostly tours internationally or East Coast, that Kaleo?"

A deep chuckle develops within his chest.

He shrugs, "Maybe. I have no idea."

"Well, if it is, we need to go now and get good seats."

I pull his hand, making him trot behind me. There's tons of people already here, but we still manage to snatch a good spot. I can't believe my luck, it is Kaleo. I burst out, unable to hold back my excitement.

"I'm so excited!"

I can't hold still and I'm smiling so hard my face hurts. I make a sweeping gesture over my body, indicating my overwhelming happiness.

"You did this! You're doing this!"

He's spreading our blanket on the grass. He looks amazing in a pair of simple jeans and a down jacket zipped up all of the way. I love the outdoor Pacific Northwest look. He looks up, smiles at my giddiness, and raises his brow.

"What if I told you I could make this better?"

"I wouldn't believe you, but feel free to try."

He sits down on the blanket and nods for me to come over as he taps the ground between his legs. I sit down with my back to his chest.

I feel him moving behind me, then he leans forward so my back is flush to his chest. His mouth is at my left ear and I can feel his breath as he speaks.

"I didn't think these were going to get used, but now I know, for certain, I was wrong."

He moves his right hand in front of me, he's holding two lanyards with meet and greet passes attached to them for after the show.

"Courtesy of Nike so please don't thank me."

He pauses for a second.

"Actually, I take that back. Feel free to thank me."

I turn my head and find him smiling, his blue eyes full of anticipation. I turn all of the way around until I'm standing tall on my knees in front of him and ask.

"Would you be offended if I kiss you?"

He smiles, playfully, leaving me in suspense. Finally, he gently shakes his head. As expected, he won't be offended. I lean forward, stopping before our lips touch.

"Thank you."

Our lips meet and stall for a moment before opening. I feel his tongue slide against mine and my stomach starts fluttering as I lean against him, letting his lips and tongue dual with mine.

I slide my palms up his chest until I'm bracing his neck as he reclines back with his hands extended behind him to brace us. We reluctantly break the kiss, needing to take a breath as part of basic survival.

"I can say, with confidence, that didn't offend me."

He leans towards me for another kiss.

"And you're very welcome."

I can't believe we're making-out in front of everyone. I turn around, returning to my original position against his chest, and smile when I feel his arms wrap around my waist, holding me tightly against him.

The concert is amazing, unreal, and completely out of this world. Mostly, we sit on the blanket listening to the band, sometimes holding hands and sometimes leaning closely against one another. We also manage a few selfies of us together, which I glance at, I quite enjoy seeing him snuggled against my neck and smiling.

During the slow song, I reach for his hand and we dance in the middle of the concert. Our exhibitionist behavior sparks other people to follow our lead and it doesn't take long before a third of the crowd is dancing to the beautiful ballad. Overall, it's quite a phenomenal evening.

The concert eventually concludes and we walk to the meet and greet. The band members are all incredibly friendly and funny, plus their accents are so sexy. We finally leave the Zoo after I get the whole band to autograph my meet and greet pass.

"I'm so sorry. I just realized we're almost to my apartment and I've been going on and on about the band. I'm going to say, one last time, they were awesome and I appreciate you inviting me. Okay, now I'm done and we can talk about something else."

I zip my lips and throw away the key. Jesse has his hand on my thigh and my hand is resting on his. He looks at me and laughs.

"It's okay, it makes me happy knowing you had a good time. Earlier today, I was worried the band was going to suck and the date would be a bust. So yeah, I'm pretty happy too."

He squeezes my leg and smiles, sending a wave of lust through my body. I smile as we approach my apartment.

"You can drop me off on the street, like a hooker, if you want."

"I'm sure I could, but do I have to?"

"No."

He parks and we hold hands as we cross the street to my apartment. We stand on the street outside of my door.

"I'm glad you came with me tonight."

I tease him, "I think you're confused about who benefited most from this date."

He leans forward and kisses me.

"No. I'm not."

The heat of the kiss quickly grows with intensity. I'm not sure how long we've been standing on the street, kissing, but our hands are roaming everywhere north of the Mason Dixon Line. I'm getting a small taste and I want more, but I don't want more, but I definitely want more. But I don't, but I do. But I can't, not yet.

I whisper breathlessly. "I want to invite you up."

"I know, I want you to invite me up, also, but—"

"Yeah, but—"

We're both disappointed.

"Can I be honest with you?" I ask.

"Please."

"I want you to come up."

I bite my lip and Jesse perks up.

"I want to take your shirt off, I want to make-out with you, and I probably want to grind against you. Or you against me. Or us against each other. Any combination of those would satisfy me."

We both smile.

"I'm not into anything more than that, strictly first base."

I tug on his jacket zipper. "Well, maybe overrun first base, a little."

Jesse smiles, "I earned money umping baseball games in high school and college. I'm nothing if not a stickler for rules and regulations. I know, for a fact, overrunning first base is allowed."

He claims my lips and pulls my hips against his. I can feel his hardness pressing against mine, causing heat to surge through my body. I pull away and tease him.

"Is that a yes? Because, if it is, you'll need to let go of me so I can unlock the door."

He teasingly pouts his lip.

"Back to the dugout I go."

I'm so gone for this guy.

I enter the code and unlock the door. Jesse follows me upstairs, closely trailing behind me, never letting go of my waist. I pull my phone out and discreetly set the timer.

"This is the laundry room, it's really exciting stuff."

I'm walking backward, pulling him by his zipper, never breaking eye contact. I nod my head in the direction of the hall.

"There's a bathroom and two bedrooms down that way."

I nod to my other side and set my phone on the island counter.

"Over here is the kitchen and behind me is the living room."

Jesse smiles and nods in response. My skin pulses under his intense stare, those blue eyes are burning me.

We start kissing, but this time, there's a new urgency and vigor in our actions as our hands continue to explore each other. I've been wanting to run my hands across his incredibly formed stomach, so I unzip his jacket and slide it off. Moving my fingers under the hem of his shirt, I slowly feel my way toward his belly button, and make sure I hit each muscle along the way. I can feel goosebumps ripple across his skin from my touch and he takes this as a hint to remove his shirt and begins to lift it off until I stop his hands.

"If you take your shirt off I'm going to break your fingers."

His eyes widen. Not wanting to stop anything, he immediately stills, letting me continue my exploration.

I'm torn between our frantic kissing or seeing what I'm slowly unwrapping. I decide to see with my fingers. My hands feel every curve and dip of his perfect abs, I can feel soft hairs under my fingers and I move along his hard lines. Finally, I reach the top of his chest and decide it's time to lose the shirt.

Jesse smirks at me, "So, now it's okay?"

I nod and lift his shirt over his head. I take the moment between kissing to appraise the specimen in front of me, he's incredibly hard everywhere, but not gross. He's the perfect balance between chiseled and healthy, my ideal vision.

I push him back so he's reclining on the couch and slowly move until I'm straddling his lap. We resume kissing as he strips me of my own shirt and starts making discoveries of his own. I notice how he responds when I touch or kiss his collarbone and he notices mine when he touches my waist and lower stomach.

Jesse flips me over so I'm flat on my back under him and devours my body. I haven't been this aroused in a long time and, suddenly, I'm wondering why I want to wait. I definitely want him to take me.

Jesse starts moving his hips against mine, creating the perfect friction. I can feel my arousal building and my body wants to get closer to him. Jesse is grinding hard against my thigh, I can feel the end coming and there's not much I can do to stop it. My hands grip his back and I dig my face into the crook of his neck as I huff.

"If you keep doing this, I'm going to cum, soon!"

He chuckles low in his throat.

"I'm sure you'll be right behind me."

Something about knowing we're both on the edge sends each other over the edge and everything between us becomes frenzied.

"Ah! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!"

I feel his grip on my hips intensify as he rides out his orgasm against my leg. His sounds and desperate groping trip me over the edge, too, as I arch my back while his giant body lights up every nerve in mine. I can manage only one word as I feel my cum release into my boxers.

"Shit!"

I relax under him and feeling his large hot body and heavy breathing against me is absolute bliss. My face starts tingling when I feel his lips pepper my cheeks and forehead with kisses.

"Well I haven't done that in—" he sheepishly starts before being interrupted by a loud and obnoxious car horn.

He looks perplexed and a little insulted.

"Did you set your phone alarm?"

I smile.

"I can neither confirm nor deny. I may have definitely set a timer. It was a fail-safe, how was I supposed to know things would escalate so quickly?"

I give him a chaste kiss and push him off of me so I can turn my phone off. I feel his arms wrap around me.

"Well, I think that's my cue that curfew is upon us." He kisses my cheek then moves to my lips.

I bite my lip in wonder as I look at him. He's amazing, truly unreal, and mine? I walk him downstairs to the street where he asks.

"When do I get to see you again?"

"I'm busy tomorrow, but this weekend?"

"Yeah."

"Cool."

He smiles. "Cool."

He gives me another kiss before crossing the street to the parking garage.