(Jordyn's POV)
I slip out of my pajamas and am left vulnerable with only my black bra and panties on. I pull at the clasp holding my lacy bra together and can't seem to get it to come undone.
Oh. My. God.
This cannot be happening right now. What the fuck do I do? I can't awkwardly pull it over my head. I can't risk getting stuck! What am I gonna do?
Wait... there's a way to fix my little problem.
Just be cool. Be chill. Be sexy. You can do this. I In courage myself.
I glance at Hart who is faithfully turn with his back towards me.
"Um, Hart?" I speak thought this ellipses.
"Yes?" He turns around to face me with one hand covering his eyes like a child watching a scary movie.
Just when I thought he couldn't get anymore adorable.
"Um... I need help." I manage nervously. I'm practically shaking in my skin. My little speech I made to myself seconds ago in my head has gotten me nowhere.
"With?" Hart's curiosity is creeping through his gentle voice.
"Ah... it's-it's stuck. My bra is stuck. Seriously." I laugh at my luck. "I can't get it to work with me." I add facing the darkness before me. "It's fine, you can open your eyes. It's just my back."
"Ugh. Just your back." He quotes in sarcastic disgust. "Well, I happen to think someones back can be one of the most attractive things." He huffs.
"Really? I think that too!" I get too excited about this fact.
"Hm." He smirks. "Have you looked at my back, yet?"
"Please," I huff my laugh. "Do you think that's the first thing I looked at when I saw you were shirtless?" I question, trying to push him in the hot seat so he can take my place.
"You haven't got a good look my back, yet have you?" He realizes.
I wish I would've.
"Th-that's not the point." I feel my face welcome the familiar heat that comes when I'm embarrassed. My face will never remain at a regular temperature from now on. That's a fact I'll have to accept whether I like it or not.
"So... if I was at a better angle for you to check it out, you would've looked." He doesn't even bother questioning me on this because he knows he's right.
"That's not important-are you gonna help me or not?" I notice the thickness of my accent as my whininess grows.
"As soon as you'll admit that you wanted to look at my back." He insists.
"Fine, Hart!" I give up. "I wanted to see your back because you're so sexy and I couldn't resist myself!" I add with sarcasm.
Sarcastic or not, I still admitted everything he wanted me to. I really just told him all of that. Oh fuck me.
I wish he would-
What?! Stop! You know that's not gonna happen. Not this soon. I try to remind myself.
I wait for a few of his cheeky comments, but they never came.
"Okay, now let's see what I can do to get you out of that little thing."
I blush at his words. It's a good thing he can't see me well right now. My face probably corresponds to a tomato right now.
"Wait-
I remember he's naked. "Um... just make sure the sheets are covering... you up. Okay?" I remind, cringing at the awkwardness of my request.
But what was I supposed to do? I can barley think straight with him in just his boxers-no, I can't barely think straight when he's fully clothed-How the hell am I supposed to make rational decisions with his dick out in the open and so close to my body?
"Don't worry, I'm covered in the appropriate places." He smoothly runs his hands up my back until he finds the clasp. His touch sending goosebumps across my skin. Hart has it undone in under three seconds.
"Got it. A tricky clasp, that one."
Tricky? How fast does he get it undone when it's a simpler one? I try to ignore the thoughts of Hart with other women in my mind but, he's had to be with a few people to be as experienced as he is. Not that experience is a shameful thing.
I shake it out of my mind and nervously laugh, still under his intentional or unintentional spell.
It's a mystery to me.
He dares to kiss my bare shoulder. The feeling of his warm lips on my now burning skin teases me with desire.
"Thank you." I get out through my daze.
"You are very welcome, love."
We lay back down with our backs turned towards each other in an intense silence. Even though we are trying our best to keep our sexual feelings at bay, you still couldn't cut the desire that lingers between us with a machete.
Hart situates himself where his arm closest to mine is in my reach under the covers. He turns to lay on his back and it's as if I can feel the heat pour out of his skin that's so close to mine, but not anywhere close enough. I nervously reach behind me, my fingertips searching for contact. I find his hand and pull it in between my fingertips. With a deep and shaky breath, I move our hands on my leg, every so slowly pulling it upwards to my stomach.
The feel of his touch forces some of my nerves to melt away and some to wake up.
His hand goes rogue and slides out of my grasp, running across my stomach until it's wrap around my waist. I turn towards him and wrap my arms around his neck. I can tell he's trying to keep some distance between us by the way he's being careful not to rub against me completely. But I want him closer. So, I pull him as close to me as I'm able to and finally feel the sweet burn of my skin colliding with his. The hardness of his length presses onto my panties, hitting my sweet spot. I moan abruptly at his actions.
My hands run through his hair and grab a handful, pulling his face to mine until our lips meet in passionate want.
In that moment, every cell in my body desired him. All of him. Every single piece.
I swallow my pride and let my instincts take over.
The next thing I know, I'm on top of Hart, kissing him all over his muscular chest. When I get to his belly button, I'm thrown on my back and before I can complain, Hart's hot lips are on my skin. My neck, chest, stomach. My eyes close as I relax. For once, I would like to feel him instead of see him.
This feels incredible. I didn't know the simple action of kissing someone's skin could feel so fucking good.
Then I feel him reach my pantie line and he pauses.
Don't stop there! I demand in my eager mind.
With a pull, his lips are off of my skin and my eyes fly open to see an explanation as to why he's stopped now of all moments. I know teasing can be fun, but this is just mean.
Borderline cruel.
But then I'm met with his gaze and I realized his green eyes hold a question he doesn't have to speak for me to know.
"It's okay." I nod, granting him permission.
"Are you sure?" He asks softly.
"I'm sure." I smile softly.
Hart's fingers curl under the hem of my panties and pull them sluggishly off. I automatically cover up, feeling more vulnerable then I'd like to.
"You're beautiful, Jordyn." He speaks with such genuineness, I almost believe him. "You..." he shakes his head at me with a soft sadness painted across the canvas of his face. "You don't have do that. Not with me. I don't care if you're harry, I don't care if your bald, I don't care if you have stretch marks or cellulite or both. You are beautiful. You hear me?"
I don't know whether to tear up at his sweet words or laugh. So I do neither and kiss him instead.
Then I'm met with his mouth.
I've never felt anything like this in my life. I've never gone this far with anyone. Ever. Well, no ones ever gone this far with me, I should say.
How can it feel this good? How can he make me feel this way? How does he-
"Ah," I gasp, then try to catch my breath but it's useless. I breathe in and out loudly. My eyes close tightly, giving into the pleasure.
Oh my god. I'm about to...
"Hart, I'm think I'm going to-
"It's alright, darling. Come." He whispers on my skin. He sounds so gentle yet, so seductive all at once.
I moan one final time. My back arches and my toes curl in the most pleasurable pain. Then the next second, Hart's hovered over me, making his way to the space beside me with a satisfied smirk on his lips.
"You taste even better then I could of dreamed." He says deeply in my ear. My sensitive skin throbs at his evil words.
Jesus Hart! Give a girl a chance to recover!
I'm determined to make him feel as good-if not better as he just make me feel. And with that in mind, I kiss him. Once again, taking my turn on top of him. "I bet you do, too." I whisper in his ear, desperately trying to have the same effect on him and he did on me only a moment ago.
But that seems close to impossible.
When I'm divided with Hart's body in between my legs, I realize how heavy my body feels. I'm still weak in the knees and my head refuses to stand still as the room continues to spin around me. I probably could've used a minute to gain my strength back, but I couldn't wait any longer. I need to make him feel good. It's such a turn on for me to turn on someone else. Call me crazy, but I crave to hear him moan my name and beg me not to stop.
After I've gathered up enough courage, I slip my hand down Hart's tattooed chest until my fingers meet his hardened muscle. Ironically enough, I'm not completely unexperienced when it comes to making someone else happy. It's just in my experience-which is scarce-after I've made someone else happy, they've never bothered to return the favor.
I know what you're thinking. I sure know how to pick them. Even though that's true, it's all kinda working out now... so, I can't complain.
"Do you mind if-
What do I say?
Dont worry Hart, I actually know what I'm doing when it come to this stuff.
"Um... I'm not totally inexperienced. I've, um... I can-I mean, I've done... stuff... it's just tonight was just the first time someone else actually gave me a turn-
I pause to roll my eyes at myself. "Oh my god. I'm sorry, I don't really know how to word it." I explain the obvious.
"I think I understand what you're getting at." Hart assures with a kind grin.
"Are you sure?" I doubt.
"Yeah. You're saying you've help someone ride a roller coaster, but no ones helped you get on that same ride until tonight. Am I close?"
"I... think." I wonder.
"And you know, by roller coaster ride I mean-
"I know what you mean." I cut him off. I don't think I can handle him saying a phrase like blowjob or eating someone out...
I shake my head to rid myself of those dirty thoughts, trying my hardest not to blush.
I fail, of course.
"No... I think you need to say it so I'm sure we're on the same page." Hart explains with a devilish grin on his lips.
I give him the death stare. "I'm pretty positive we're on the same page." I tell him flatly.
"Oh, really? You sure?"
Fuck. You. Hart.
"Just say it, love. There's nothing to be ashamed of." He grins that evil grin again.
"I- I-
"You we're saying that you're in fact experienced when it comes to blowjobs, but no ones ever..." He smirked so big, I feared his face would freeze like that forever. "Had the pleasure of tasting you in a very tender place." His hand slides up my thigh and touches that very tender place so gently it's painful. My body jumps forward, begging his fingers to go deeper than the surface they linger on now.
"S-Sorry, I don't know what happened." I feel the heat from my cheeks spread, flowing through the rest of my body.
"Don't be sorry. You're bodies just reacting. It's quite normal." He assures me with a kiss on my neck.
"Oh..." I nod with a swallow. "I want to see how you react." I whisper, causing his curiosity self to meet my eyes. I run my hands over his chest until my wondering fingers find their destination. "So... it's okay if I-
He exhales unsteadily, already effected by my touch before he grants me permission to explore his body.
With his hands in my hair, he holds me closer as I take in this new flavor of him. After a long moment, his deep groans increase and he at last relaxes as much as I think is possible.
After this accrues, I curl up beside him. Hart throws an arm around me and kisses my lips. "So... I know I'm not super experienced with everything but, and be honest, was that... okay?" I'm so nervous to hear his honest answer I can barley breathe.
Why is he taking so long to answer?!
"Sorry, love-
Oh shit. That's not a good start.
"I'm just-
He swallows. "I'm still catching my breath." I look up at him to see his very satisfied grin in the dim light. "You think that was just, okay? Love, that was... incredible." He sighs with a delirious smile overtaking his lips.
"It was?" I'm sure he's just trying to be nice.
"You were." He corrects.
Maybe not?
"Well... you were too." I blush while we share a shy smirk. "Okay, we really need to go to bed. We shouldn't have a problem getting to sleep now that we've got some of our... tension out of our systems."
"Tension, huh? What? Are you afraid to say c-
"Hart! Shut up and go to sleep!" I giggle.
"Alright." He pulls me in both of his arms. "Goodnight, darling. If you need anything in the middle of the night or something, just wake me. I won't mind."
He really is the kindness person I've ever met.
"Okay. Goodnight." Even though I'm suddenly very aware that I'm naked, I try not to overthink it and sink into him. Closing my eyes and inhaling the addicting sent of him.
The last thing I remember is falling asleep to the sound of his breathing as I laid in his strong arms. It's been a long time since I've fell asleep with a smile on my face. I won't mind getting used to this. Not at all.
The nest morning, the alarm on Hart's phone wakes me at six Am. The alarm wakes me up, but not Hart. "Hart?" I call out tiredly.
No answer.
Some how I ended up on the far right side of the bed, while Hart is selfishly spread out on his side and mine.
"Hart, wake up." I whine.
Still nothing.
"Hart?" I try again.
Nothing.
"Hart, wake up and turn your alarm off." I plead with a small nudge.
"Hm?" He groans.
"You're alarms going off."
"What?" He asks, remaining half asleep.
"Hart Sloan, wake your ass up and turn off that damn alarm!" I demand with tired irritation in the raspy voice of mine I'm stuck with in the mornings.
"Sorry, love. I'm usually not that deep of a sleeper." He assures through a yawn. "Man, you really aren't a morning person."
Guilt hits me like a baseball bat as his words sink in. "Sorry. I'm just really tired from last night. I'm sure you are too."
"Yes, I am."
Damn he sounds so sexy right now.
His voice is all deep and raspy. Plus, he's still half asleep so he sounds adorable too, of course.
"It's my fault. I kept you up." My subconscious reminds me.
"Darling, believe me, I didn't mind. And I started it so really, it's my fault." He takes the blame, being his humble self.
"Yeah, I guess you have a point." I agree with a giggle. "Could we snooze at least once?" I hope.
"Yes, we can." He pulls me into him and we fall asleep once again.
But when I wake up this time, I wake up alone. Hart is nowhere to be found, but that's not the worst part. There was no tour bus either. No, the only thing my eyes found when I woke up was the familiar walls of my room. My room.
It was all a dream.
It was all a damn dream. A perfect dream. The best dream I've ever dreamt.
Everything inside me ached as I was forced to except this cruel reality that held me hostage with no escape. I looked at my phone to check the date. It's June eleventh. Which I thought I already lived through, with Hart. But apparently not because the concert is tonight.
But how?
Everything felt so damn real. The way he kissed me, his touch, his smell, all of it. How could it have been all a dream? How can I be laying in my own bed right now? No! No. This can't be happening. I had a way out. I had an escape. I had a real chance to be happy.
I begin to cry. Cry over what I had lost, which was so much more than it seemed. I stare at the outfit that hangs on my closet door, untouched, waiting to be worn tonight. Pain stabs at me with a bitter sweet memory of taking that outfit off in Hart's bathroom, then coming out and seeing his charming face smile at me.
Apparently a memory can still hurt like hell even if it didn't really happen.
Good to know.
Then everything goes black. I feel something on my forehead. What?
Lips?
"Wake up sleeping beauty." Hart says gently.
My eyes pop open. Without saying a word I wrap my arms around his neck as tight as ever and bury my nose into his shoulder.
"Nice to see you too, love. Everything alright?" He chuckles softly.
"Just a bad dream." I sigh with relief as the heavy weight is lifted off my shoulders.
"I'm sorry." He apologizes for doing nothing wrong.
"It's okay, Hart. It wasn't real."