Let Me Save You

by Samantha Wolfe

  I turned my attention to the band as we waited for our drinks. The lead singer, Todd, looked great with his short cropped dark hair and full beard. He was dressed in a striking brown leather jacket with just a T-shirt and jeans. He was kind of mesmerizing on stage, and I wondered why I hadn't noticed that the last time I was here. Of course, I had been severely distracted by a really hot guy with green eyes at the time.

  "These guys are great!" I told Jensen as I leaned closer to him.

  "I wouldn't know," he said with a smile. "I can't take my eyes off of you, and neither can half the other guys in here tonight." He nuzzled his face into my hair and kissed my ear lobe. The hand he rested on my knee squeezed tighter for a moment. I liked that he was claiming me, letting all the other men know that I was his and nobody else's. I was almost dizzy with arousal and felt hot and needy, my skin feeling practically feverish. Suddenly, I didn't care about the band at all anymore. All I could do was stare at Jensen helplessly, feeling wanton and aching for him. When our drinks arrived, I sipped on my vodka cranberry eagerly, hoping the cool drink would take the edge off my need.

  "Slow down, baby," he told me with a heated smile as he stared at the straw between my lips. "I said sloppy drunk, not passed out drunk."

  "Sorry," I said with a sigh as I set my drink on the table. "I'm just feeling really hot and bothered right now."

  "Me too, baby," he said as he stared at me and took a long pull from his beer bottle then licked his lips. I stared at his mouth helplessly. I wanted his lips and his tongue all over me. He must have noticed my sudden longing because he looked apologetic. "Sorry," he mouthed at me as he set his beer down.

  I glanced across the table for a distraction to see Andy leaning in close to Lydia. His hand was gripping the back of her neck in an intimate manner, his lips moving as he whispered in her ear. Her face flamed red as he continued talking, her eyes hooded with desire, while his other hand rose to caress her upper arm. Andy's eyes suddenly met my gaze, and he gave me a slow wink as he leaned away from Lydia. I looked aside guiltily, a blush heating my cheeks. Jensen and I weren't the only ones planning on fucking each other's brains out later.

  I turned my attention back to the stage, figuring that was the safest place to look right now. I felt Jensen stretch his arm across the back of my shoulders, and I leaned into him as his fingers rubbed slow circles on my bare skin. We sat like that for the rest of the bands set, only interrupted occasionally as Andy and Jensen leaned over to talk to each other.

  After several rounds of drinks, Lydia and I decided to use the restroom. The band was just wrapping up their set and Andy had taken off to go talk to Todd. Jensen stayed to guard our table as Lydia and I walked toward the back of the bar. The line for the restroom took a lot longer then I thought it would, but on the bright side, the separation from Jensen helped me get my out-of-control libido calmed down. We'd see how long that lasted once I was in his proximity again.

  "You know Jensen is absolutely crazy about you, don't you?" Lydia asked while we waited for our turn, a huge smile on her face and her cheeks flushed from alcohol.

  "I'm crazy about him," I answered with an equally huge smile of my own. "I've never felt this way about anyone before."

  "He deserves someone like you," she said, her smile softening. "He's been in such a dark place for so long now. It's good to see him happy again."

  "I'm trying to help him get better," I told her. "I've been there myself, and it's almost impossible to get out of that darkness without help."

  "Then I'm even happier that he found you," she said as she gripped my hand for a moment.

  "He's the love of my life," I told her, my eyes welling with unshed tears.

  "It's an amazing thing, isn't it?" she replied. "I feel the same way about Andy. Even if he is exasperating most of the time," she added with a smirk, and I couldn't help laughing.

  We finally got our turn to use the restroom and when we emerged, Lydia told me she was going to go over to where Andy was still talking to Todd. I nodded to her and turned to head back to our table. I was still several yards away when the crowd parted enough for me to see Jensen. I came to a halt at what I saw. He was standing next to our table talking to a striking blond woman in a skin-tight off-the-shoulder black dress. It was so short that if she bent over, everyone would get a free show. I felt a flash of irrational jealousy as she reached out and touched his arm. He looked livid as he grabbed her wrist and removed it. That made me feel a little better. Her face turned pleading as she stepped closer to him. He looked disgusted and backed up a step. I could clearly see him mouth the words 'get the fuck away from me' to her. The woman's face looked crestfallen, and I smiled to myself. That's right bitch, that man is mine. I continued walking toward them.

  Then something odd happened. As she turned to leave, our eyes suddenly locked together. For a fleeting moment, I thought I saw a look of pity flash across her face, but before I could be sure, she disappeared into the crowd. What the hell was that about? I shook of my head. I looked at Jensen as I traveled the last few steps toward him. He stood there with his fists clenched at his sides as he stared off in the direction she had left, his chest heaving as he tried to rein in his temper. She had really pissed him off.

  "Who was that?" I asked suspiciously as I stopped next to him. He visibly startled, and I could almost swear that I saw guilt in his eyes for half a second before they softened with affection.

  "Just some drunk bitch that wouldn't take no for an answer," he replied evenly as he pulled me into an embrace. "I told to her to fuck off."

  "Good, because I don't share. Ever," I said vehemently into his chest as I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist.

  "I'm all yours, baby," he whispered sweetly into my ear, making me shiver. "There's no one else but you." With those words, all the jealousy just faded away and any lingering doubt that the expression on that woman's face had given me was gone. I had never had any reason to doubt Jensen's fidelity before, and I wasn't about to start now.

  "Are you guys going to stand there snuggling all night?" Andy asked from behind me. "Because I thought we came here to party." Before Jensen could reply, I lifted my hand in the air and flipped Andy off without leaving Jensen's arms or even looking behind me. Jensen's sudden laughter rumbled through my chest.

  "You heard the lady," Jensen said. "Fuck off."

  I stepped away from Jensen and turned to see that Andy was grinning at me with amusement.

  "I swear to God, you two are turning into the same person," Andy said as he shook his head. I returned his smile and shrugged.

  "Come on, guys," Lydia interjected as the band started their next set. "Let's go dance. I'm tired of sitting around." She grabbed my hand and led me toward the dance floor, the boys following in our wake. We spent the next few hours dancing and drinking. Jensen couldn't keep his hands off me while we danced, and I loved the constant attention, his hands gliding across my hips and my ass as we moved together. My libido was completely out of control again, and I didn't even care this time.

  By the time we left, Andy had to lead our three drunk asses out to the car since we were too busy laughing and acting like idiots to pay attention to where we were going. We all tumbled into the car with Andy rolling his eyes and complaining about being the designated driver as he started the car.

  "Shut up and drive," Lydia finally told him with a smirk, "or I'm not putting out tonight."

  "Yes, ma'am," he announced with a lascivious smile in her direction and put the car into drive.

  As soon as the car pulled out into the street, and Andy had turned up the volume on the stereo, Jensen's hands were on me again. He fisted the hair at the nape of my neck and pulled me toward him, his other hand gripping my thigh. He nuzzled his nose against my ear. "Do you know what I'm going to do to you when we get home?" he whispered seductively. I shook my head in reply. "I'm going to spank your ass until it's bright fucking red for wearing these pants."

  "I thought you liked them," I whis
pered back as his lips played across my ear lobe.

  "I love them actually," he clarified. "But you've been teasing me with them on the dance floor all night, and you deserve to be punished." His voice grew deeper as he spoke, a dark carnality filling his words.

  "I've never been spanked before," I said breathily. "What if I don't like it?"

  "Have I ever done anything to you that you didn't like?" he asked, his breath on my ear making me shiver. I shook my head. "Then trust me. I'll make sure you like it."

  He stopped talking, his lips sliding along my ear lobe and then pressing kisses along my jawline. I sighed at the sensation as his mouth moved up to mine. He drew my lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it gently as a low growl rumbled through his chest. He teased me mercilessly with his soft lips all the way home, heedless of the fact that we weren't alone in the car. If Andy or Lydia paid any attention to what we were doing, I didn't notice. I was too drunk on Jensen and alcohol to give a shit if they did.

  When Andy finally pulled into Jensen's driveway to drop us off, I was so hot and bothered that all I could manage was a mindless wave good-bye as Jensen pulled me out of the car with him. He ushered me straight to the door, and glanced back at me with a lewd smile as he unlocked it. When the door swung open, he pulled me by the hand up the stairs. He turned left and walked into the living room slowly, his eyes staring longingly at my body. He let go of my hand as we stopped next to the coffee table, and he pushed it away from the couch. When he came back to me, he lifted one of my hands to his lips and kissed my palm gently. Then in a complete shift of mood, he pulled me roughly against his body, making me stagger into his arms.

  His fingers fisted almost painfully in the hair at the back of my head. He pulled my head back firmly with a guttural growl of need and nipped at the tender skin where my neck met my shoulder. I moaned in reaction to the bite of pain, liking it and wanting more. Jensen stepped back and pulled my shirt up over my head abruptly and tossed it aside. He moved over to the edge of the sofa, pulling me with him by the hand. He sat down and pulled me closer until I was standing between his thighs, facing him.

  His eyes stared up at me with longing and desire. He put his hands on the backs of my thighs and slowly moved them up the smooth leather of my pants until they reached the bare skin of my back. I felt his fingers deftly unhook the back of my bra, and I watched him gaze at my breasts after pulling it off my arms. Jensen growled low in his throat as his eyes moved back up to mine. They were still a little hazy with alcohol, but the deep need in them were undeniable. It made me sway on my feet, and I was grateful for his steadying hands on my hips.

  His fingers slid around to the front of my leather pants, and I watched him unbutton them, then slowly lower the zipper. He grabbed the sides and peeled the skin-tight leather down my legs. I placed my hands on Jensen's shoulders as he helped me out of my heels and pulled the pants the rest of the way off of me. He bit into his lower lip as he looked at my black lace thong panties then leaned forward and nuzzled his face against them. I could feel his hot breath on my sex, and I groaned. His hands gripped my ass almost painfully, and I sighed with pleasure. I loved his hands on me, and I'd never get enough. Finally, he leaned back and pulled my panties down and off.

  "Lay across my lap, baby," he growled at me demandingly. I complied immediately, eager to find out what he had in store for me. I draped my body face down across his thighs, my ass up in the air on his right side. I liked the way the rough denim of his jeans felt on my bare overheated skin. I sighed again when he twisted his fingers in my hair and held me firmly while his right hand began rubbing circles on my ass. "Oh, fuck, I love this ass," he groaned, and I whined with need.

  With startling suddenness, Jensen's right hand struck my right cheek, making me jump and gasp in surprise. The sudden burst of pain was instantly transformed into liquid heat as he caressed the sting away with his palm. The instant aching need in my core was surprising and yet very welcome. I moaned wantonly, and Jensen's answering chuckle was low and sensual. It made me want him even more.

  "Did you like that, baby?" he asked, even though I'm pretty sure he already knew the answer.

  "Yes," I moaned as I writhed in his lap.

  "Do you want more?" he asked.

  "Yes."

  I jumped as his palm struck my left cheek this time. He rubbed away the pain again, but this time his hand moved between my legs, his fingers gliding across my sex.

  "You're so fucking wet," he groaned. "You love this." One of his fingers touched my clit. It was so swollen and sensitive that I thrust my ass up toward him unconsciously wanting more, needing more.

  "Please," I begged helplessly. "More."

  Jensen's hand smacked down on my ass once more, followed by two more in quick succession and then the soothing feel of his palm rubbing across my tingling skin. The ache between my thighs intensified so much that when his fingers barely brushed across my clit again, I nearly came on the spot. He pulled his fingers away before I tumbled over into bliss. I whined with frustration.

  "Shh, not yet, baby," he told me quietly, his voice sounding strained.

  He spanked me repeatedly, each time his caresses changing the pain into warm pleasure that made my sex clench and ache for his touch. He teased my clit in between, revving me up almost to the point of climax and then denying me each time. It was maddening and frustrating and fucking amazing all at the same time. I knew that when he finally let me come, it was going to send me into the stratosphere, and I wouldn't ever want to come back down.

  "Your ass is so red and hot, and so fucking beautiful," he growled as he stroked the now hypersensitive skin of my ass cheeks with gentle fingertips. "Do you want to come, baby?"

  "Please, Jensen, please," I pleaded desperately.

  "That's my good girl," he whispered then pressed his finger to my clit, and I flew apart instantly. Scalding pleasure seared through me, and I screamed. My body convulsed up off his lap as the orgasm tore through me, and I was left panting and weak after it had passed.

  "Want you," I whispered softly, feeling needy and wanting him inside me now.

  He lifted me off his lap and placed me in a kneeling position on the couch with my chest resting on the back of it, my ass toward the front. I could hear rustling as Jensen pulled his clothes off quickly, and then I felt his cock begin stroking between the soaking wet folds of my pussy from behind. I nearly came undone again just from that and when he slammed into me; I came violently. I could feel my insides clench down hard on his cock.

  "Motherfucker, that's tight," he snarled. He started fucking me hard and fast and thoroughly. I lost track of my orgasms as one bled into another. I couldn't tell where I ended, and he began anymore. When Jensen finally found his release with a shout and a long shuddering convulsion of his body, I couldn't even string together a coherent thought. The only things that existed at that moment was the connection between our bodies and the pure carnal pleasure we had found with each other.

  The next thing I knew, Jensen was laying me down gently on his bed. I was barely aware of him cleaning me up and tucking me under the covers. When he finally climbed in next to me and curled his warm naked body around me, I could think again.

  "You can fuck my brains out anytime you like," I mumbled sleepily.

  "Ditto," he mumbled. It was all the communication we could manage before we drifted off to sleep together, satisfied and content in each other's arms.

  I woke up before Jensen for a change. He was sprawled across the bed face down with an arm slung across my waist, and I had to extricate myself from him to get up. I stood by the bed for a moment and admired his body with a sigh, then got dressed in a T-shirt and shorts, and headed downstairs to start breakfast. Although, since it was almost eleven o'clock, lunch might have been a better term for it. I retrieved the bag of groceries from the refrigerator and began pulling the items out of it.

  I was so focused on what I was doing that I didn't realize I wasn't alone anymore. Just as I was
pulling the container of eggs out, I felt arms wrap around my waist from behind. I screeched, and the eggs flew out of my hand and tumbled to the floor. I turned to find Jensen standing behind me with a guilty look on his face, his hands up in surrender.

  "Sorry, baby," he said apologetically. I hit him in the chest with both fists.

  "You scared the shit out of me, you idiot!" I shouted in anger then looked down at all the broken eggs on the floor. "Look what you've done."

  "I'm really sorry, Sydney," he said as he surveyed the mess and rubbed my back soothingly with a hand. "I'll run out and get some more for you. Okay?"

  "Alright," I said as I looked up at him again and smiled. He was wearing only his boxers, and he looked so unbelievably hot that I couldn't stay mad at him anymore.

  "Let me get dressed and I'll take care of it." He leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, then disappeared through the doorway.

  A few minutes later, he walked back into the kitchen in athletic shoes, black gym shorts, and an old sleeveless gray Fender T-shirt. I stared up at him from where I was cleaning the eggs off of the floor. My God, the man looked hot in anything. It was almost nauseating.

  "I'll be back," he announced as he leaned down and kissed the top of my head. "Do you need anything else while I'm out?"

  "No, I'm good." I smiled up at him. "See you in a bit."

  "Love you, baby," he said as a warm smile spread across his perfect lips.

  "I love you, too." I watched him leave with a sigh. His ass looked gorgeous in those damn shorts. I was half tempted to wait in bed for him naked and have something else for breakfast when he got back.

  I was just wiping up the last of the eggs when the doorbell rang a few minutes later. I stood shaking my head with a smirk, thinking Jensen must have forgotten his wallet or something and didn't want to startle me again. I headed down the steps to the foyer and opened the front door without checking to see who it was. To my utter shock, it was the same blond that Jensen had been talking to last night. I stood there staring at her speechlessly, wondering why the fuck she was here.