Grand Parade (Show Time Fever Book 1)

by Lilliana Rose

  “The green painted doors,” added Jackson.

  “There?” Megan’s jaw dropped a little. It was hardly what she would call cosy, or private.

  “Yeah.” He tugged gently on her hand. “Hey, have a look. If you don’t like what you see, then we can go elsewhere.”

  She wasn’t so sure. She still lived at home, and there was no way she’d take Jackson home for hot sex with the chance of her dad turning up once he finished work. There was the option of a hotel room. Jackson squeezed her hand and stepped closer, lowered his head and kissed her. A fiery bolt of passion spread over her lips, and then her tongue. Megan realised she didn’t really care. He sucked on her bottom lip as he pulled away, nipping gently.

  “Show me quick.” She opened her eyes to see him watching her curiously.

  Jackson groaned impatiently, and pulled her forward. They walked down a small alley where there was another row of green wooden doors behind the ones that faced outward to the cattle shed. He walked up to one of the doors where there was a padlock on the outside keeping it closed. He put the wipes under his armpit, took out his keys and unlocked the door.

  Megan looked inside the dark space. It was small. Smelt of cattle, a smell she was more familiar with than she ever thought possible, and there were a few sleeping bags, rolled up swags. No space to lie down. Suppose I don’t have to lie down. Her muscles contracted between her thighs at the thought of letting Jackson inside of her. But, still she wasn’t getting a clear image of how this could work comfortably. Plus how was she ever going to clean her jeans in such a tight space. Her mind switched into gear and thoughts tangled together like flies on a web.

  “You want me to go in there?” She looked at him, not appreciating his amused look.

  “You don’t have to.” He kissed her.

  Megan’s knees weakened. There was only one thing on her mind. The doubts flew away on his hot tasting kiss. “I want to.” She stepped into the small space. “You’re not the only one here?”

  “No. There’s two other blokes from up north, I was sleeping over …” He stopped and looked at her. Guilt shadowed his face.

  “Let me guess, with Julie.” Megan pursed her lips together.

  He nodded. “And Heath and Kelly. Nothing happened.” The tone he used made her believe him.

  “At least you’re not with her now.”

  His expression worsened.

  Megan rolled her eyes. “She kicked you out. Well, then good. Now, I can have you to myself.”

  She faced him, standing in the small rectangular space three-by-two meters. He pressed himself against her, slipping his hands under her jawline, brushing his lips with hers. Megan closed her eyes, letting his taste seep into her. She groaned softly, enjoying his heat pressing on her lips, and how gentle his hands were. Rough, but firm, and there was an underlying softness in his touch.

  “Now, I better get you cleaned up,” he said, breaking the kiss.

  “Don’t you want me dirty?”

  Jackson answered with a hard, passionate kiss.

  Megan groaned, as he pushed himself into her, his tongue tasting and his hips grinding on hers.

  “You taste good.” His hands slipped under her shirt, sliding over her skin, setting a trail of heat that sent her mind dizzy with pleasure.

  “So do you.” She circled her tongue over his, enjoying his heat in her mouth, and his taste, exploding in pleasant bursts. There was no doubt about it. She wanted more of him. All of him. Right here. Right now.

  Megan pushed herself into his body, wanting to feel him against her, all of his hot country-ness under her fingers, pressing on her skin. He groaned softly as she moved his hands over his chest, enjoying the strength of his muscles through his shirt. The heat that seeped through to her palms gave her a hint of what more she would soon be enjoying.

  She started unbuttoning his shirt, deliberately slipping her fingers over his skin as she worked downward, exposing the skin she was eager to explore. She pushed the shirt aside, soaking in his smooth chest, tanned skin, and toned muscles. Her breath caught. A six-pack that was well defined.

  She licked his skin, starting down low, above the top of his cream moleskin jeans. She glided her tongue upwards in long curved strokes. His saltiness tingled on her taste buds, encouraging her to repeat the motion, embedding his taste on her tongue.

  He moaned with each lick. When she reached his neck, she sucked at the base, pulling the skin tight, then again higher under his jaw. He held her tight, his subtle movements emboldening her to continue exploring, as she sucked playfully on his skin, before pressing her lips once more on his in an explosion of passion. Her leg raised slightly, moving up the outside of his leg, opening herself to him. His hardness pushed into her and she groaned. The heat intensified around them.

  Jackson’s hands moved up her back, then around her ribs, and under her bra line. He cupped her breasts, squeezing with an urgency that sent Megan’s abdominal muscles clenching with desire and need. She leaned back, granting him more access. He caressed her nipples, his thumbs pushing the lace of her bra against the sensitive part of her breasts, heightening the sensations of pleasure.

  She gripped him above his hips. He kissed along her neck, hot trails of passion, down the neckline of her shirt. He pushed the material lower and lower until it stopped him, then he simply kissed her breasts through the shirt. A deep moan escaped her lips. Every time he touched her, the desire of wanting him, needing him inside of her grew, raising her temperature to a feverish level of passion.

  She reached down between his legs, running her hand on the hardness through his moleskin trousers. He groaned, pushing his hips forward, and as she massaged her palm there, he hardened further. Kissing her neck, he held her tight.

  “Get a room!” someone yelled as they walked past.

  Megan buried her head in his chest, then realised she wasn’t as embarrassed as she thought she would be.

  “We do have a room.” Jackson pulled away from her.

  He tugged the doors closed, plunging them into dull light. She didn’t like not being able to touch him. She put out her hands, searching for him. She found him and wrapped herself around him from behind, resting her head on his back. His heady smell of testosterone, sweat, and spice sent her mind swirling with need, one that she wanted sated.

  “There, now we don’t have an audience.” He swung the latch to the inside of the door and clicked the padlock. “And we won’t be disturbed.”

  “It’s not real private though.”

  “I don’t care.” He turned and put his arms around her. “I want you.” He moved one of his hands up higher, over her ribs, brushing over her breasts as he slowly drew her close and kissed her.

  Megan opened her mouth to receive him. His tongue circled hers, slow and firm. She became aware of his hand moving downwards, over her jeans, over her hips, to the front, between her legs. She moaned into the kisses as he trailed his fingers over her. Even through the denim material, his touch sparked the desire within her, making her moist.

  “You do have condoms, right?” She pulled out of the kiss, suddenly worried about having to stop if he didn’t. And knowing full well that if she let things go for much longer, then she would be struggling to stop.

  “Yeah.”

  She could just make out his smile in the dull light of the confined space. She exhaled with relief, then returned to kissing him. His hand trailed over her body, teasing her with his touch through her clothes. She pushed at his shirt, easing it over his shoulders. “Hmmmm.”

  “Like what you see?”

  “You feel even better.” She ran the tips of her fingers up his arms, pausing to grip his biceps and squeeze. He groaned with pleasure. She glided her thumbs over each arm before moving her hands over his shoulders, down his chest, and over his stomach enjoying each bump of the defined muscles.

  “You’re wearing too much.” He tugged at the buttons of her top, but struggled to get them undone. She steppe
d back from him. Hands on the top button near her neck, she slipped it through the hole.

  ‘You can’t see much. It’s too dark.’ She undid the next button. Then the next, slowly widening the gap between the edges of her shirt, so it hung open only enough to reveal a small amount of her body.

  “I can see well enough.” He cupped her head and kissed her as she undid the last button. Then he moved his hands down her neck, pushed back her shirt.

  She shimmied her shoulders. The soft material fell, prickling her skin, which turned hot as he moved his hands up her arms, then down her chest, tracing above the outline of her bra. Her mind blurred from his touch. She held onto his waist for support giving him the chance to familiarise himself with her body.

  Slipping his fingers under the top of the bra, he sent an electric tingling sensation through her. Her nipples tightened, aching for more. Her muscles between her legs contracted, wanting to have him in her, something to more to hold on to as she moved with him towards their peak.

  He pressed his hands to her breasts, squeezing gently, before pinching her nipples through the lace of her bra. She gasped. A bolt of sharp pleasure shot from her breasts to the rest of her body, making her giddy from his touch. She enjoyed the sensation coursing through her as he continued to press his hands on her.

  He reached behind her, unclipped her bra, pushing it out of the way to give him full access to her nakedness. Leaning down, he pressed his mouth over her hardened nipples. She groaned, giving into the waves of pleasure he sent gushing though her. She tangled her fingers in his messy blonde hair. She tugged playfully as he rolled his tongue over her nipples.

  “You like that.” He turned to her other breast, administrating the same amount of pleasure.

  “Uh-huh.” She tugged hard on his hair, pulling him closer to her chest. He responded with a flick of his tongue. She gasped, losing her thoughts for a moment.

  His hands moved down over her jeans, between her legs, tugging at the zip. Megan reached down and helped him, not wanting to delay feeling him on her skin in her intimate places. With a renewed force, he slipped his hands under her lacy knickers, over her mound, searching for her entrance that would lead them both to another world, high in the universe. She widened her stance, raising her leg slightly, guiding him further down, into her folds.

  “You’re moist.” His fingers slid through her thick juices.

  “Of course.” She held her breath for a moment as he started a circular motion with his hand. “You turn me on.”

  He grunted soft pleasure. “You do it for me.” He kissed her, his tongue mimicking the same motion as his hand on her.

  She moved her hand lower, on his groin. “Yep, you are.” He was hard, pushing against his trousers. She cupped her hand over him, feeling some hotness seep through the material on to her skin. With a surge of desire she wanted to feel him in her hand properly. She undid his belt, slid down the zip, rushing to remove his clothing, pushed his jocks over his hips, freeing him.

  She glanced down. Gently, she put her hand around him. He groaned, moving his fingers deeper in her, parting her folds, releasing more moisture.

  She gasped softly, enjoying how he aroused her body, taking her own pleasure from his. His movements increased in speed, and her sounds became louder. She clamped her jaw tight, not wanting to make too much noise as the walls, if you could call them that, were thin, and people were walking past outside. But, he didn’t let up, and her sounds escaped unconsciously.

  He sank to his knees. Her grip slid off him and his hands held her hips. She trembled knowing what he was going to do next, hardly able to wait for his hot mouth to find her.

  He kissed her thighs, his lips moist and soft, pressed hard into her skin. She whimpered, knowing he was making her wait, just a little longer for the pleasure of his mouth on her.

  She gave herself over to his control and the attempt to bring her to an orgasm. She closed her eyes, panting harder. Then she was rewarded with a hot breath, and his tongue gliding between her folds, pushing and licking. She rested her hands on his head to keep her balance, as he worked building the stupor within her, more and more. She didn’t think her body could take much more, but then she rose on each wave of pleasure. He kept persisting with his mouth, and tongue, until she completely lost control in an orgasmic convulsion.

  She bent breathlessly over him, still making sounds as her awareness returned. “I think everyone will know what we were doing.”

  Jackson stood up, picked her up and moved her to the side. She felt him hard against her thigh. A little moisture eased out as she reached down and squeezed his crown.

  “If they didn’t, they will definitely know shortly, because I’m far from finished with you.” He closed his eyes, while she moved her hand up and down his length, then he gently pushed her hand away. “I want to be in you.”

  “I want you in me.” She held him and squeezed, hard enough that he gasped.

  “Now.” Jackson slid out of his jeans, pushing off his boots. Megan followed suit, while he pulled out his swag, then he brought her down on top of him.

  “Wait …”

  “I know, I want to feel you a little, then I’ll put it on.” He kissed her.

  She pulled back from the kiss. Not that she didn’t want him inside of her all natural and hot and hard, but it was a necessary precaution, and she was already risking a lot by lying here with him.

  “I promise. I’m not going to lose control.” He pushed her hair back from her face and kissed her gently on the cheek.

  “Okay.” She had already lost control, and she was already to lose it again, this time with him in her. “But, not long. I want you in me.”

  “I’ll go in you when I’m ready.” He kissed her hard on the lips.

  “Will you now?” It was a mocking question, one which he answered by moving his hips slightly so he pressed close to her entrance. She held her breath. Eyes open looking at his. He winked, moved his hips down, so he pressed himself against her. She smiled, enjoying his banter-like pillow talk.

  “Had you worried,” he said.

  “Shut up and get inside me.”

  He groaned heavily, with a swift movement flipped her over so he was on top. He pushed his hips down on her, placing his mouth on hers. His tongue flicked around hers, his taste burst in her mouth in a mix of heat and salt.

  She opened her legs, wrapping them around his waist, enjoying his hardness resting on her. She whimpered gently, not sure that she could wait any longer. He had her ready, moisture thick within her intimate folds and had teased her to an orgasm, and was guiding her toward another.

  He worked his mouth over her nipple, biting gently with his teeth, sending a wave of pain and pleasure that caused her to gasp. His hands glided over her body, sending her skin prickling.

  “I like your sounds.” He reached over to his bag, fumbled around, before pulling out a condom packet. He knelt back, his erection pointing at her, thick, and pulsing. She couldn’t resist, she put her hand over him, working his tip while he ripped open the packet. Her efforts were rewarded with a moan from him. Then he pushed her hands away and slipped on the latex.

  “Ready?” He leaned over her, resting on his elbows.

  She nodded. “I’ve been ready for a while.”

  “Good.” He positioned himself at her entrance.

  She responded by lifting her hips. He lingered, kissing her, giving her pleasure in more than one position on her body. She gave herself over, kissing back, widening her legs, for once not thinking, simply enjoying the pleasures in the moment.

  He lifted himself up on his hands, and eased into her.

  She groaned, her hips tilted up greeting him, and she looked at him, his smooth chest, tanned skin, and muscles taut above her.

  “You look as good as you feel.” He leaned back on his knees, licked his fingers then placed them at the top of her.

  She held her breath. His warm wet fingers found her pleasure and moved with purpos
e, building the tension inside of her. Her muscles clenched tight around him, heightening the sensation, and she groaned uncontrollably. The familiar ride towards an orgasm took control of her completely.

  The need to have it sated drove her to surrender to the feel of his fingers moving, and the motions inside her, until he tipped her over the edge in a burst of contractions, and gasps. She reached up towards him at the peak, before tumbling back down against the thin mattress in the swag. She couldn’t speak, as she enjoyed the aftermath of the desire still gripping her body.

  “My turn.” He thrust with a new urgency. She groaned as a shot of pleasure shot through her as he pulled back inside her, then slipped forward.

  She moved toward another orgasm, completely at his control, her breath short and heavy, her sounds getting louder. She didn’t care who heard. God, it felt so good, him inside of her, his strength pressing down on her, and the hardness that she could clench as he moved back and forth.

  She wrapped her hands under his arms, gripping his muscles back, holding on as he guided her to another peak, this time with him, as they moved together, their bodies working as one, until they were both jerking in the throes of an orgasm, one that lingered in pulses of pleasure. She gripped him tightly, until her body stopped convulsing and he stilled.

  He rested above her on his elbows. She moved her hands gently over his back. His skin had a fine layer of sweat, like her own.

  “God, that was good.” He nestled his face into her neck, placing soft kisses on her skin.

  “Yep.” It was all she could say in her breathless state.

  He eased himself off. “Messy part.” He started to clean himself up.

  “But, worth it.” She lay on the swag, enjoying the pleasure still rippling through her.

  “Hell, yeah.” He wrapped himself around her. The swag was a single, and there wasn’t much room, but then there wasn’t much room inside here.