All I Want Part 4, a short story by lovemeagain59. Date added: 2012-08-29. Times viewed: 4589.
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- Intro: Evie spends the weekend with Jude and his band. M/F het, spank, HJ, oral (formerly called The Festival Part 1)
Author's notes: This is a continuation of the storyline from All I Want, but it is not necessary to have read that to appreciate this story (though, of course I recommend it). I hope you enjoy, and don't hesitate to send feedback.
I didn't see Jude again for a good month or so because he was so busy with The Spies. I wouldn't have guessed it when we met, but they were actually in the middle of touring! He rang me several times, but we could never chat for long. He said they were playing at an outdoor festival in Belgium to end their European tour, and invited me to come. "I'll have a backstage pass waiting for you, so come if you can get away for the weekend." A weekend away with Jude at a music festival? Even though I knew he'd be still be busy, of course I wanted to go!
However, things didn't exactly go as planned. I couldn't get off work early, so I had to go to Belgium the day of the show. To make things worse, the trains were late! I knew that I would be cutting it close, so I took a cab from the train station to the venue to save time, but it cost me a pretty penny. I had a ticket to get in, but I hadn't gotten a hold of my backstage pass yet. I wasn't quite sure where to get it. I tried Will Call, but they didn't have it. Once inside the venue, I went to the edge of the guest area.
"Excuse me," I said to a security guard as politely as I could manage in my haste, "I don't know who I see about this, but I'm a guest of The Spies and I have a pass waiting for me somewhere."
The security guard smiled. "I'm sorry, but I really don't know anything about that. Did you try Will Call?"
I sighed, "Yes, I went there already... I know they're about to go on, and they've been expecting me all day. Could someone just escort me back there so that I can find the band and get this all sorted?"
He chuckled. "I'm sorry, love, but we just can't do that. Everyone would be trying that if we could! Not that I doubt your story, but I just can't."
I closed my eyes, teeth clenched in frustration. "Thank you, I understand," I muttered, trying not to sound rude. And I did understand, I just wasn't happy with the answer. I turned to go fight my way to the front of the crowd so at least I'd be able to see. And actually, I was lucky that they hadn't started yet--the whole show was apparently running late.
I started edging my way in through the side of the crowd as their equipment was set up on stage. I knew that Jude would be on stage left, so that's the side I pushed from. I was getting all kinds of nasty looks as I slunk through small gaps between concert-goers.
"Excuse me, my friend has my place," I lied. I had made it to about the fifth row when the band came on, and I stopped my quest forward to watch. My mouth went dry just from the sight of Jude, and my body stiffened as it recalled our last meeting.
They started with a dirgy, atmospheric number from their most recent album. Despite the slow tempo, Jude danced around the stage with vigor. I couldn't help but smile, all of my frustrations leaving me as I watched. As the song ended, I continued my slow march forward, and even though the next song started, I was so close that I didn't want to stop. I reached the barrier right in front of Jude by the end of the fourth song, though the last few rows were quite the battle.
The boys looked and sounded great--David had a silly white, lacy bandana of some sort tied around his dark fluffy hair, and Jude wore a small red tank top and a black scarf around his left arm. Moe was basically hidden behind his drum kit. Not missing much there, I smirked to myself, and immediately felt guilty for thinking it--in stark contrast to the good looks of Jude and David, Moe was a puggish bloke, with round cheeks and droopy eyes.
The show began to pick up tempo as they played some lighter numbers.
"Jude!" I shouted during a brief break between songs, not knowing if he would be able to hear me. But he turned in the direction of the noise, and his face lit up in a huge grin as he saw me. Is there anything better than a Jude McCullough smile? I wondered with a sigh. But I knew the answer to that--a naked, smiling Jude McCullough! He began the next song with redoubled enthusiasm (of course, it also didn't hurt that it was so upbeat!). I danced along with him, longing to actually dance with him. As I watched him move, warm blood trickled through my veins and seemed to pool at the pit of my stomach; yeah, I was definitely getting aroused! I couldn't wait to wrap my arms around his sweaty body, to kiss his salty lips.
However, things went amiss: both guitars suddenly lost sound! Moe kept drumming, and Jude and David looked at each other in a panic. The techs scrambled to figure out the problem. David tried to sing a little, but stopped to tend to his guitar. He came back in first, followed by Jude's driving bassline once he found his bearings in the song. They didn't fully recover for the rest of the song, but shook off their frustrations for the next one. I got the distinct impression that they really just wanted to play a good show, and were not pleased with the mishap. David especially appeared to take it hard.
The show continued, with Jude back to his usual bouncing and shaking.
I could see commotion at the side of the stage. It looked like someone was motioning for The Spies to finish, but they had barely been on! It wasn't their fault that the day was running late--why should they have to get shorted? David would have none of it; he was already frustrated by the guitar mishap, and he wasn't about to let anyone boss him around. Soon, however, they couldn't keep going.
David briefly chatted with Jude and then shuffled to the microphone: "This is the final song because we're not allowed to keep going--'cause everybody wants to see the next act, I think."
The Spies began a slow piece and gradually built up tempo. The song just kept going, looping and meandering about, with David and Jude talking and grinning throughout it as they planned their attack. It must've been the longest song they had played to date! They wailed on their guitars, smirking--an especially "rock 'n' roll" finale.
At the end, after David had said goodnight, Jude grabbed the mic and defiantly shouted, "Fuck rock 'n' roll!" What a little punk! But it turned me on, my mouth becoming drier again and my cheers catching in my throat. Very soon... I thought. Very soon, I will get to touch him, maybe even feel him inside of me...
As soon as they left the stage, I ran back to the guest area. Jude was there waiting for me. "Evie!" He rushed over and threw his arms around me. He was soaking wet with sweat. He planted three quick kisses on me before I could even say hello.
"I have to go pack up!" he said breathlessly, and shoved a pass into my hand. "Come find our van!" He gave me another quick kiss and then rushed off, and I was left feeling like I had been rolled in an ocean wave or thrown around in a whirlwind.
The same security guard from before witnessed this encounter, and he grinned at me. "Glad you found him," he said with a wink. I smiled bashfully, and flashed my pass to walk past the fence at last.
I found them behind the stage. Jude was yelling in someone's face. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Don't you ever fucking touch my fucking equipment again!" It looked like it would go to blows soon if they didn't calm down.
"Gentlemen, there's a lady present!" Moe said at last, and I was thankful, though I was curious as to what type of a fighter Jude would be.
Jude exhaled and stepped back, becoming instantly gentle, but his voice wavered with obvious frustration. "I'm sorry, Evie, I didn't know you were here already."
"What's all this about?" I asked.
"They threw our gear off the back of the stage!" Jude said indignantly. "My amp's damaged and everything. And they better fucking pay for it," he grumbled loudly.
"'Fuck rock 'n' roll!'" David quoted, turning to me with a broad grin. In sharp contrast to Jude, he certainly didn't seem to be worried about the equipment. "Wasn't he brilliant?"
I bit my lip in a smirk. "Brilliantly punk!"
"Maybe," Jude shrugged. "I couldn't help myself! But let's hurry and get this sorted so that we can head off to the hotel."
"We've got a nice one!" Moe said.
"...And Jude got his own room this time... for you!" David teased.
Jude blushed slightly. "Oh come on, you lot! Less talking, more moving!"
We arrived at the hotel at last, and Moe was right: it was really nice! I began to understand that despite the way the boys acted around town, The Spies were actually becoming a pretty big deal. It took awhile to unload the van as we checked in—they didn’t want to leave any important equipment out in the car. All I had was a small backpack, which I had been dragging around the entire day and was sick of carrying. It seemed to take forever, but we finally had our room keys and decided to all shower and rest a bit before meeting downstairs for a very late dinner.
Jude took my hand in his and led me down the hall to our room, pushing a luggage cart with the other. ”So glad you could come, Evie,” he smiled, and gave my hand a squeeze. But his smile was somewhat empty, and I could tell that his mind was still dwelling on the day’s events. He was distracted, like he wasn’t quite all there with me. My stomach dropped slightly.
He opened the door. Our room was quite spectacular! There was a large sitting area with an entertainment center, a plush couch, and a dinette. An extremely large bed took up at least half the room. Jude pushed the luggage cart against the wall, and the door had barely closed before threw himself face-first into the bed with a huff.
I sat down next to him and stroked his hair, which was still damp with sweat. ”You okay?”
“Yeah, just frustrated,” he mumbled into the mattress.
My hand moved down to his neck and gave it a squeeze. It was rather tense. My fingers began to seek out knots.
“Feels good,” was his muffled response.
“Why don’t you sit up?” I suggested. ”I’ll rub your shoulders. Playing your bass the way you do… you’re going to end up a hunchback!”
He sat up and shot me a playful glare before scooting so that his shoulders were squarely in front of me. I squeezed the sides of his neck with both hands, and he rolled and stretched his head.
His pale skin was sticky with dried sweat, and my hands skidded against it slightly. The contact sent shockwaves throughout my body. I could feel his sinewy muscles begin to relax under my touch.
”Mmm…” he intoned softly. What a glorious noise! A warm sensation began to bubble up through my stomach. I found myself leaning in closer and closer, drawn to him as if by gravity. Soon, I rested my cheek against his head as I continued to massage his shoulders. I could feel his breathing start to slow as his body became heavy and relaxed. My hands left his shoulders as I curled my arms around his torso and pulled him to me. My own breathing became low and steady, and I slithered my face down the back of his head to his neck. I kissed it, tasting his salty skin. I felt a tingle erupt at the base of my being.
I left a trail of kisses down to his shoulder and nipped it. He breathed in sharply and with a soft chuckle. That noise encouraged me to continue. I licked my way back up to the base of his neck. I swirled my tongue around in one spot, and then sucked his flesh into my mouth. I bit down eagerly, and Jude howled in a painful laugh. I released it briefly, kissed the reddening spot, and then sucked it back into my mouth again. I repeated this several times until the spot began to purple and swell.
His hands shot up, and he pulled me around to face him. He looked at me with burning brown eyes. A broad smile on his face, he kissed me hard. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth and nibbled on it delicately. I started to gasp for air as this triggered what felt like shots of warm liquid to pour from my stomach and circulate throughout my body. He rolled me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me, still kissing me fervently; his tongue pushed against mine with urgency. My hands almost shook, along with my breath, as I brought them to rest on his hips.
I broke the kiss to breathe. ”Oh god, Jude!” I panted. I didn’t know if I had ever gotten so turned on so quickly before! This man certainly had an effect on me. He took this pause as a good opportunity to rip my shirt over my head. His soon followed. Then he pressed his mouth against mine again. My breath came in sharp, quavering bursts through my nose as his tongue filled my mouth. I grabbed his ass firmly with my left hand and slapped it hard with my right. He yelped slightly, but didn’t break the kiss. Instead, he squeezed my jaw with one hand and started to take my skirt off with the other. It felt like he was sucking my very breath away as I panted for air. I started to squeal.
He finally broke the kiss and sat up, and my body arched as I gasped for air with a laugh. He looked down at me, his pouty lips curled in a mischievous smirk. I eyed him intently. He climbed off of me and immediately pulled down my skirt, nylons, and panties with one fell swoop. Then he rolled me onto my stomach and pulled my hips up so that I was bent over on my knees. He forced me down onto my head and shoulders, holding my hands behind my back with a vice-like grip. With the other hand, he began to slap my ass, lightly at first, then harder and harder until I cried out. He repeated this in several places. I shrieked and giggled as my flesh began to sting. Then he moved his hand between my legs and began to touch me. My body quivered, my breath shook. His finger traced up and down the opening of my vagina, the surface quickly becoming slick, and my body rocked against his touch.
"You're so wet already," he hissed. The words hung in my ears and caused my breath to catch in my throat.
Jude dipped the tip of one finger in, then another. Then he slid his now-wet fingers up to my clit. They lightly massaged in slow circles. I began to involuntarily shake against him, and I gasped audibly. He slid his fingers back down to penetrate me. He curled his fingers up to press against the top wall of my vagina, pulling them in and out at a steady pace. I started to moan, the pleasure building with each stroke.
My eyes closed, I heard his breath come in short gasps. I wanted to touch him, so I rolled against his grip. He grunted softly and, with a sharp intake of breath, held my arms firmly in place and continued to move his fingers in and out of me. My body bucked toward the pleasure, and I managed to wiggle my arms free at last.
My hand made contact with his thigh, then sought its way up to his groin. I grabbed the hardened mound in his trousers and jerked it towards me. Jude yelped and then snarled. He pulled his fingers out to spank me hard, leaving a wet imprint on my butt. Then he went back to fingering me, plunging in his long middle finger up to his palm. It rubbed against my deep spot. A loud moan burst out of me, and I was somewhat shocked to hear myself make such a noise.
I could tell Jude liked it. He jumped up to take off his trousers and fumbled with his zipper in his excitement, but finally managed to get them down. His body lightly shook as he became fully naked at last. He was already ready to go, sporting a full-on erection. He reached into the back pocket of his trousers and pulled out a condom. Still bent over on my chest, I watched over my shoulder as he opened the package and slipped it onto his swollen, throbbing cock.
“Jude, I want you so bad,” I whispered, my voice quavering.
He slid into me, pulling my hips up with one hand and pushing my shoulders down with the other. It almost felt like he was grinding me into the mattress. His thick cock stretched me to the limit. I bucked against him with a squeal, and he grunted.
He let me up at last, taking ahold of my hips with both hands as he pulled me toward him to deepen his penetration. He thrust in and out at a moderate pace, and I matched it with thrusts of my own, arching my back with my hips to the ceiling. I started to drool all over the comforter as I loudly panted for air.
”Oh fuck!” I gasped, and Jude grunted again, his mouth pursed tightly as he held his breath.
It felt so amazingly good. It certainly wasn't that I hadn't enjoyed sex before, but sex with Jude was on a whole different level. He was the perfect storm: shockingly handsome, funny, and sweet; but also primal, aggressive, and dripping - yes, dripping - with an edgy sexiness. I suddenly understood how people could get addicted to such carnal activities.
I propped myself onto my elbows. He unhooked my bra, and I helped him take it off, my body rocking - along with the entire bed - as he continued to drive into me. His pace quickened, and his balls slapped against my ass with every powerful thrust. One hand reached around to grab my breasts, and I heard him moan. Jude pinched my left nipple and twisted it lightly between two fingers, elongating it. Then he grabbed my entire breast and squeezed it firmly. His rough massage was a mix of pain and pleasure, and it made me cry out.
“D’you like that?” he asked in a low voice, then pinched and tugged at my nipples again. Each touch sent electric shocks throughout my body. All I could do was moan in response.
He laid us onto our sides and continued to thrust into me from behind. I lifted my top leg and wrapped it back around his to open my hips up. His hand meandered down my torso and came to rest on my clit. I breathed out sharply and squirmed against him as a strange but wonderful, fizzy sensation burst forth. Then Jude rolled on top of me so that I was flat on my stomach, his hand trapped against the bed and still pleasuring me. I thrust against his curved fingers as I panted into the comforter.
Jude drug his torso against mine as he drove into me slowly and deeply. He began to pick up the pace again, pulling his hips up, then quickly hammering them back down with a grunt. My body trembled beneath him as his force made us bounce against the springy mattress.
After awhile, he pulled out of me suddenly and quickly flipped me onto my back. My body flopped like a rag doll, surrendering to his powerful grasp. His beautiful face contorted with pleasure as he slid back into me. He breathed through gritted teeth, the corners of his lips turned up in the faintest smirk.
This sight was almost enough to set me off. I threw my head back with a gasp. ”Fuck!” I moaned.
His grunts became more regular. I spanked him playfully, then dug my fingernails into the soft flesh of his behind. He emitted a low growl and then nipped at my neck. My body arched against his, and I sighed in ecstasy. One hand shot down between my legs to touch myself, while the other still firmly gripped his butt. He buried his face in my breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth and chewing it softly. I writhed and screamed: "YES!"
Jude worked his way up to my face. He crashed into my lips with a breathy kiss as we both gasped for air. I spanked him lightly and then firmly grabbed each cheek again. His body trembled in response as he tried to stifle a moan, and his hot breath filled my ear. Then, he wrapped my hair around his fingers and tugged my head to the slide as he continued to thrust into my vigorously. His teeth grazed my neck as he drug his lips along it. My entire body quivered uncontrollably as the pleasure intensified. I inhaled deeply, drinking in his musky scent.
"Oh, Jude, I'm so close," I panted.
He grunted in agreement and propped himself onto his arms, no longer holding anything back. The bed thudded against the wall as he rammed into me again and again, his long cock driving against my deep spot. I stared into his dark brown eyes with wonder as I started to hyperventilate with a high-pitched whine. My toes curled and my body contorted. I could hear Jude gasp for breath as his body began to tremble again.
It felt like a bomb of pleasure exploded in my cunt as I orgasmed, and it radiated throughout my body; I shook uncontrollably. I screamed so loudly that Jude put his hand into my mouth to silence me, and I foamed against it as I sucked for breath. Jude gave one last long, slow thrust, then cried out as his body tensed and shook. His hand still in my mouth, he relaxed against me as he slowly withdrew.
"Fucking hell!" he panted loudly.
My body continued to shake beneath him. I felt droplets of sweat run between our torsos. My breath quavered. I couldn't talk, let alone move. I was locked in a state of ecstasy.
"You all right?" he asked after a long moment. Barely perceptively, I slowly nodded. He looked down into my face and stroked my damp hair. Finally, he rolled to my side. My body started to respond at last, and I pulled to him with a soft giggle. Jude reached up and felt his neck where I had left a mark.
"That really hurt!" he chuckled, and I snuggled against him.
"Good thing you have so many scarves," I smirked.
He shot me a look and rolled his eyes. "Oh, haha!" Then he stood and stretched lightly. I still felt utterly spent; how could his body recover so quickly? What, is he a machine?
"We need to get cleaned up, or we'll keep Dave and Moe waiting all night," he said with a soft sigh.
My stomach tensed as I became slightly embarrassed. Of course they would know why...
"Do you want to shower first, or should I?"
I answered his question: "You go, I just need to lie here for a bit."
He grinned devilishly. "Yeah you do!" Then he strutted to the bathroom and disappeared for a while.
I lay motionless, thoughtless, as the tingling in my body began to dissipate. He couldn't have been gone long, but time stretched on as my head spun. I started to shiver as my sweat cooled, and I climbed under the fluffy duvet.
Jude returned with a towel loosely wrapped around his thin hips. He ruffled his dark, wet hair, and droplets of water flew from the tips. I relished the sight. "All yours!" he smiled. The shower, or your body? I couldn't help but think.
My mouth fell open and I almost gasped as I saw myself in the bathroom mirror: my brown hair was ratted and stuck to my face, dark streaks of mascara ran from my green eyes, and mauve lipstick was smeared across my face. Yikes! I looked positively ravaged. But the hot shower reinvigorated me. I caught myself standing under the cascading water, watching it swirl around the drain at my feet, and reminded myself to hurry.
When I exited the bathroom, Jude was already dressed and was zipping up his leather jacket. The collar hugged against the red and white scarf at his throat, which was carefully placed to conceal his lovebite. "I still can't believe you did this to me!" he smirked, pointing to his neck. I bit my lower lip and shrugged.
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