Beautiful Music

By My Self Indulgence

Chapter 2 Rendezvous of Strangers

"You were great up there, ya know. Not many people can pull off Waits."

"Why, thank you, ma'am." he replied coyly, seeping with southern charm.

"Texas?" I guessed

"Wow, you're good!" he smirked, obviously impressed.

Little did he know that was only one of the hidden talents I planned to show him tonight.

"So, cowboy, what brings you to this shit-hole I call home?"

"My band is playing down at Last Call Wednesday night," he explained, before adding, "you should come check it out."

He downed the last of his whiskey, staring into the glass waiting for an answer that I wasn't yet able to give.

I watched him, in silence, unbutton the rest of his shirt, trying to get my mind out of the gutter. As he pulled his arm free and settled back onto his elbows, I smiled and blurted out "Do you want to get out of here?" Fuck subtleties! He smiled, nodding in agreement and grabbed his guitar and discarded shirt as we stood up to leave.

Well, shit! That was a lot easier than I thought!

Before I knew it I was in the dark parking lot of Luke's, smugly leaning against the back of his black SUV. He put his guitar in and walked around to stand in front of me.

"Well?" he asked, eyebrow cocked as he placed a hand on the rear window, ½ trapping me.

"Well, well, well." I mumbled, at a loss for words, while dragging a finger down his chest.

"Wednesday," he clarified "My band?"

"Ohhh, that?" I choked on my embarrassment and pulled back my hand, obviously thinking he was going somewhere else with that.

"Yeah, I'll definitely come check you out.

So, what's the name of your band…actually, now that I think about it, I don't even know your name, cowboy."

I nudged into him with my shoulder in a vain attempt at drunken flirting, causing him to lose his footing a bit, and laughed as he straightened back up.

"J, or Jackson…or J Action" he added with a chuckle "and 100 Monkeys is the name of my band."

"OK, J or Jackson or J Action, my name is Kori…. Miss Kori if yer nastaayyyy!" I slurred in my best Janet impression, earning me a full on belly laugh.

"Ya know what, cowboy, er, Jackson?" I beamed, having a light bulb moment.

"What's up?" he questioned, releasing his unruly hair and giving it a quick run through with his fingers.

I dug into my bag finding a promo CD I had picked up the week before and waived the case in front of him, smiling

"I'm already a fan, monkey man!"

"Huh, well fuckin-A, you got that at Newbury Comics I assume?"

"Sure did. I usually try and grab some promos when a new band is coming to town, ya know, educate myself a bit." I laughed, "So, yea, I am definitely interested." I added with an unintentional purr. I could feel the flush hit my face when he raised an eyebrow and let out a small huff.

"In hearing more." I threw in, trying to derail my embarrassment.

"Good" he smiled that crooked smile and put his hand back on the glass. I let out a 12 year old giggle and lifted off the truck, stepping into him.

"So," he continued. "still wanna get out of here?"

I felt a little unstable without the support of the bumper behind me, well, that and the deliciousness in front of me. I rocked back a little as he put up his right hand, effectively boxing me in. I grabbed onto his forearms to balance myself and leaned in to answer him, moving closer with each word.

"Yes. I. Do."

I found myself so close that I could feel the heat of his skin against mine and taste his whiskey-sweet breath on my tongue. I slid my hands to his shoulders and clasped them around the back of his neck, my thumbs freely tracing the lines of his jaw. He dropped his face down to meet mine and took my bottom lip in-for a moment time stood still. Shit! Did I forget how to do this? A million thoughts raced through me as I tried to remember how to move my mouth. Jackson snapped me back to reality with a slow swipe of his tongue across my slightly parted lips. Ok, I got this!" I thought as I let him in. It started playful with little nips and light tongue strokes then I'm not quite sure what happened. Within what felt like seconds I felt the slam of my back against cold glass and my legs around his waist. With one arm curled under me, he rammed his weight into my center eliciting a loud "ugh" from my gut.

"Jesus Christ!" I blew over his shoulder as he adjusted his body against me. Somehow his mouth found mine again and I tangled my hands into his dark hair, tugging it into my clenched fists. I felt him harden against me and he let out a throaty moan, causing me to tighten my hold.

What the fuck am I doing? Am I seriously being dry humped in a parking lot? Why was I wearing these damn pants? This was one night I wished my wardrobe included a skirt.

He pulled away, letting my Jello-legs slide down until I was on firm ground again. I pouted a little as I looked up at him, which he thought was funny, I guess. He took my face in his hands and kissed me on the forehead, lingering for a minute to catch steady his breathing. I was happy to know I wasn't the only one out of breath here. I curled two fingers in the front belt loops of his restricted jeans and pulled him into me, attacking his neck with random kisses. I made my way over to his jugular and lightly bit down; Jackson let out a low growl and pulled my face back with one hand. He smiled down at me and placed one sweet kiss on my neck before whispering "Let's go." He stepped back to look into my eyes and I tucked a damp ringlet behind his ear with a smile. With one last peck on his delicious lips, I grabbed my bag from the ground and got into the passenger seat.

He drove, cautiously. I watched.

He adjusted himself at a red light. I watched and moved a little closer.

I slid my hand up his leg. He gunned it.

I planted small kisses down the side of his neck, kneading his inner thigh, taking care not to make full contact with my target. I could hear his heartbeat quicken in the silence of our drive, a slight fog forming on the driver's side window.

"Are we almost there?" I whined as I let one finger "accidentally" trace the visible ridge beneath the fabric. He let out a hitched breath in response.

"10. More. Minutes." he choked out finally.

"Humph." I groaned as my tongue drew soft circles under his jaw line. 10 more minutes I thought, looking down at my handy work, eh, what the hell. I slipped my hand under his wife beater and drug my nails across his stomach causing a chill to run through his body. I let my fingers slide down and run under the waist band of his boxers and popped the button of his jeans. I had been fiddling with his zipper for almost a minute before I heard him clear his throat.

"Are you trying to get us killed?" he all but purred as I felt his hand on my lower back. Finally winning the war with the zipper and freeing him from the confines of his jeans, I looked up and whispered, "Yes." I roughly grabbed him at the base and ran my hand up his length slowly, earning me a deep growl and a heavier foot on the gas.

"Keep your eyes on the road, cowboy." I teased.

"Yes Ma'am!" he drawled-"Oh shit…I uh, what about your car?" he interrupted.

"Walked." I answered slyly, leaning over to swirl my tongue over the bead forming at his tip. "Urgh" was all I heard as I took him in fully, feeling his head smack against the back of my throat. I came up for air and let out an unintentional giggle. "What?" he mumbled, probably feeling a little taken aback by my reaction.

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking," I explained than added in my corniest southern accent, "everything's bigger in Texas!"

"Ha! Oh, OK." he breathed, obviously relieved I wasn't actually laughing at him.

I went back to work, alternating between deep thrusts and shallow suction when the truck jerked to a sudden stop, forcing him down my throat violently, gagging me. I let out a quick cough and sat up to find him smirking evilly.

"Oops." he said playfully.

"You wouldn't be laughing if I puked up Taco Bell on your dick, asshole!" I spat, poking him in the chest with a laugh. I grabbed his chin, stealing a quick kiss before adding, "Now play nice!" I bit down behind his ear and grabbed his throbbing erection. "Got it?" He nodded as I dropped my head into his lap again, teasing him with the back of my tongue until I felt a firm hand on the back of my neck. Taking the hint I slammed down on him until my eyes watered, making him curse incoherently, coming back up to suck on the tip just to swallow him whole again.

"Oh fuck!" he roared as his legs started to quiver beneath me. I understood that one!

I could tell he was close so I pulled up slowly, a small gasp escaping his lips, and kissed his shoulder.

"Are we there yet?" I pouted as I looked out his window to find we were no longer moving. He untangled his hand from my hair and relaxed the steering wheel from his death grip before answering.

"We've been here."

Jackson cleared his throat, shut off the ignition and pulled me in for a quick kiss before opening his door.

I turned to grab my bag and watched as Jackson came around to open my door. Too cute. I thought with a sigh.

"Finish this inside?" he pleaded hoarsely as he took my hand.

"Inside." I agreed, letting him lead me up to the house.

Buh-Bye arid conditions, there's a storm on the horizon. I laughed to myself, happy to have his hand to hold.