sexierthanyou (sexierthanyou) wrote in oblivion_rp, @ 2010-01-28 23:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-12-26, jakob, jaz |
Making the kitten purr.
Who: Jaz and Jakob
When: Evening
Where: E Deck, Cult of Dionysus and then Sing the Rage, Jakob's room
Warning: NSFW. Did you expect anything less?
Jakob spent most of the afternoon exploring with Anna and then went to dinner. Afterwards, he parted from his bandmates and headed for a bar. It didn't matter which bar so long as he got something strong and in abundance. Happening upon Cult of Dionysus, he couldn't resist the pull of the 1930's look it had. Scotch ordered and a booth found for himself, he settled in against the seat and let his eyes wander over the other patrons. It was the leggy blonde who happened to be walking by that caught his eye. She was a tall one, statuesque and at least six feet if he was judging right considering the distance between them. It wasn't everyday that you saw an Amazonian woman that looked quite as good as this one did. Shifting a bit and getting up from the booth, he made his way towards the girl and reached out to lightly touch her shoulder with his free hand. "Evening." he said, flashing her a smile.
Jaz had made an effort in dressing for dinner - Jaz style, at least, in a pair of painted-on leather pants and a tight white tank, cut low to expose the edges of a lacy black bra, with a tailored black blazer with a wide lapel over it. Her hair was in its usual fuck-it bedhead style, beach-blonde in messy curls and waves, parted to one side and left loose. Her makeup was simple (for her), a smoky eye and pink lip, the faint shimmer of opalescent glitter dusted all over her chest. She finished the look with bright red patent leather peep-toes, putting her final height at 6'3". She'd eaten with her bandmates before peeling off to check out the different clubs available, and ended up in the place called Cult of Dionysus, ordering a jack and coke from the bar.
She turned at the touch on her shoulder, finding herself to be surprisingly at eye level with the man - the hottie currently smiling at her. She recognized him, of course - you didn't work in the music business without knowing about Audacity and Jakob Overgaard. She was a rocker through and through, and she grinned at him. Partly to be friendly and partly because she was remembering a conversation from a bit earlier at dinner, where she'd been chatting with a girl she'd met earlier. 'Jakob Overgaard,' the girl had said. 'I can't believe he's here. So hot.' Jaz had grinned. 'I'd climb that man like a tree.' The girl had been too busy laughing to reply, and it had been time to eat, anyway. And now here they both were, and he'd come to her Awesome.
"Hey gorgeous," she greeted casually, turning around to lean on both elbows back against the bar. "Partying hard?"
Gorgeous? Oh he did enjoy being called gorgeous, especially by someone that could have gotten that compliment just as easily as giving it. She was even more appealing up close and the grin widened a little bit more, lips parted to expose his teeth. "Trying." he said. "Just got started so I'm not up to partying hard just yet. I'll get there before the night is through, however, I'm sure of it." At least he hoped so. You didn't go out to get drinks and come back not drunk. Jakob Overgaard sure didn't. "Jakob." he said. "Overgaard. What's your name, kitten?"
Jaz's smile widened a little as she turned to pick up the drink the bartender was sliding her way. Thank fuck for no one on cruises checking IDs; of course, Jaz had been getting away with shit like this since she was sixteen. Kitten; she liked that as an endearment, and his accent was just adorable. "Jasmine," she said, holding out her hand. "Call me Jaz; everyone else does. Good to meet you, Jakob." They moved in similar circles, though Jaz was a few steps down as Muse's bassist compared to Muse herself or Jakob as the frontman, so they'd never actually met. "Bitchin' album, your last release."
Just like being called gorgeous, Jakob enjoyed being recognized almost as much as not being recognized. More than any of that though, he enjoyed when people liked what he did and her compliment about his music earned her another grin. "Thank you." he said, Swedish taking him over, but at least he caught himself. "Thank you." he repeated, this time in a language the girl could understand. "It's nice to know that people enjoy what I'm doing. So," he said, pausing to sip his scotch. "Are you partying hard tonight?" She could read into that however she wanted to, he surely wouldn't mind.
"Hell yeah," Jaz said immediately, lifting her drink in a mini-toast to him. He could take that whatever way he wanted - Jaz didn't party hard in the true Hollywood sense, doing coke off a hooker's tits or anything, but she could put away drinks like nobody's business and wasn't adverse to the occasional joint. "A party's like a rollercoaster - you can't pussyfoot around and take it easy, you've got to strap in and get launched the fuck out screaming the whole way."
Jakob couldn't help the smirk that played on his lips. "So does that mean that you're a screamer, sweetheart?" he questioned, taking another sip from his drink. "Good to know. I'll keep that in mind." Playing up his charm, he made sure that he didn't sound like an asshole when he said what he did.
Hardly one to be offended, Jaz just laughed at the sally and flashed him a wink as she took a sip of the jack and coke. "With the right motivation," she shot back. "Why, you looking to ditch this slow and steady wins the race bullshit and go for a ride?" More innuendo; he could either take it in terms of her drinking metaphor or something deeper. Not like she'd mind; he was a tall drink of Swedish water and god only knew how rarely she found a guy who was as tall as she was, let alone taller. Rrawr.
He took it as a little of drinking metaphor and a little bit of innuendo and couldn't help but smirk a bit. "I wouldn't mind going for a ride." he said. "Course I tend to like it more when it's the girl that goes for the ride." And damn if he didn't think that she'd look sexy as all hell riding him in all the dirtiest of ways. But he couldn't think about all that right now, he'd have to wait until it actually happened.
Little did Jakob know, their thoughts were running in similar circles. Jaz grinned at him and stepped close, running a finger down his chest as she leaned in to whisper in his ear - which she could do without having to go up on her toes. "Then saddle up, cowboy," she murmured before leaning back and slapping a hand on the bar, ordering up two Jaeger shots. She handed one to Jakob and picked up the other one, holding it up in preparation to clink glasses with him. "'Cause we're going to kick this cruise off right!" she crowed. "You might be the big-name rockstar, but I party like one."
Jakob smirked again at her comment, amused even more than he'd been to begin with. Finishing off the rest of his scotch, he set the glass down and then downed the shot she'd handed him. "I can party like a rockstar too, kitten." Jakob told the woman, setting the shot glass down allowing his hand to settle on her hip. "So now that I know you can drink like a party girl, what else can you do like a party girl?"
Jaz clinked shotglasses with him and downed her shot, returning to her jack and coke with a rather smug smile when he put his hand on her. "Anything you can do, I can do harder-core," she shot back with a wink. "Bring it on - I don't have shit to do until New Year's Eve." Besides rehearsals, of course, but they didn't do those early in the morning, leaving Jaz plenty of time to recover from any variety of crazy night.
Letting his hand move around the girl, resting against the small of her back and pulling her to him, chest against chest, he smiled at her. "Sweetheart, I'm sure I can do a few things harder than you can." he whispered. "I suppose you'll just have to try your luck and see what sort of things happen, huh? So the question is, where to?"
Jaz laughed at his return and slung an arm around his neck, again pleased that he was that last inch taller than she was, even with her heels on. Rare, for her. "I feel like dancing," she purred, letting her hips sway a little as she stood pressed against him. "If you think you can keep up, that is. Sing the Rage isn't far." The harder-edged club with its leather decor appealed to her, and she thought he might like it, too.
"Dancing it is then." he nodded. "Lead the way." He really didn't care where they were going in all honesty. Dancing with Jaz sounded like a damn fine way of spending multiple amounts of time to the Swedish singer.
"Hell yeah," Jaz said, pleased that he was apparently so willing to go along. This was shaping up to be a hell of a first night. Sing the Rage was just down the hall, so getting there took only a second, and Jaz's first stop was the bar for another drink. She'd had one with dinner, one after dinner, and that wasn't nearly enough to constitute a good time. Drink firmly in hand, she grabbed Jakob's hand with her free one and led the way out onto the dance floor. She was liking the whole S&M-kinda vibe with the rock music and leather and shit. The song playing had the kind of slow, driving beat she adored and she sidled close to Jakob, winding her arm around his neck again as her hips undulated slowly. "I fucking love this song!" she called to him, voice raised to be heard over the music, and flashed a wide grin.
Jakob definitely didn't mind the song when it came with hips that rocked like hers did, pressing against all the right places. "I can see that." he smirked, hands settling on the girl's hips as he picked up the beat. One good thing about being a musician was that you knew how to dance. You knew the beats and the way the music flowed and it wasn't hard to get your body to follow right along with it. Eyes on the girl's face, he watched her closely, picking up on her mood and finding himself more and more amused. "Party girl does indeed know how to party."
"Told you so," Jaz advised, then shut up and let herself dance. It felt good to let go, stretch some muscles, work up a sweat. She was holding out for working up a different kind of sweat later, but it was still early in the evening.
Content to rock with the rhythm of the music and take advantage of the way her body felt against his, Jakob didn't have to have a lot of conversation in between. The music was loud anyway, thumping through the speakers and pounding in his brain. The liquor did good to loosen him up, not that he wasn't already a relaxed sort of guy. They danced for quite some time, going with the new beats and only breaking for a couple drinks here and there. "Keep it up," he said, during the most recent of those breaks, "And you're gonna be too tipsy to function." he teased.
"Not likely," Jaz told him. "This is like milk to me." She'd reached her happy-tipsy point, where she was loose and relaxed (more so than usual), with just a tiny bit of that delightfully head-spinny feel that indicated the perfect amount of drinking. "I use this in my cereal in the mornings." She grinned to indicate her exaggeration - not that it wasn't obvious - and finished her drink. "So what's next?" she asked him.
He laughed at that and nodded. "Mhm. The newest trend." he smiled. "I bet you go back for seconds and thirds of that. Bet I could give you something you'd want fourths and fifths of though." he murmured. When she asked what was next, he shrugged. "I dunno, seems I remember one tall, sexy blonde telling me she knew how to go for a ride. I think I could handle a little bit of a ride right about now."
Jaz laughed, arching an eyebrow at him. "Fourths and fifths, hm?" she murmured in his ear. "Sounds ambitious." Sliding her hand down his arm, she laced her fingers through his and nodded towards the exit. "But I'm game for finding out whether or not you're all talk." She didn't doubt he was impressive between the sheets - she was no slouch, herself. God knew she got enough practice. Setting her drink glass down, she gave him a slow smile. "Lead on, cowboy."
"Not ambitious." he told her. "You'll see." But it was his turn to lead on, so that's exactly what he did, taking Jaz up to the VIP suite he'd been placed in. Once inside, easily hefting the girl and guiding her legs around his waist as he carried her to his room. Door shut and locked behind them, he pressed her against it and let his lips find her neck, just beneath her ear. Nips and bites moving in a downward motion towards her shoulder and then right back up again. She tasted better than the liquor, that was certain and he couldn't wait to taste her in every way and shape of the word. "S'nice to have someone I don't feel like I'm gonna break." he whispered against her ear before tugging her earlobe between his teeth. "Maybe you'll be able to survive the ride." he breathed.
Hot damn, the man could move fast when he made up his mind. Jaz liked that - she didn't waste any time wrapping long legs around his waist and her arms around his neck with a happy little purr. "Just 'survive'?" she scoffed. "You obviously don't know me at all. I'm definitely not breakable." She also didn't mind being roughed up a little - sometimes it made things more fun. She arched against him, using the door for leverage, and fisted her hand in his hair. "Nice digs," she muttered, tugging his head back until she could kiss him, slow, deep, and hot.
He smirked a little and let his hands slide down to cup her ass, giving it a rough little squeeze. "Nice ass." he murmured back in response before his mouth was taken by hers. He'd been wanting that for hours now and he wasn't disappointed. Far from it as his mouth moved against hers. He had no doubts she'd survive the night, hell, she'd probably make it hard for him to survive the night.
Jaz laughed softly against his mouth, then shut up and enjoyed kissing him. She was an extremely sensual woman by nature and was a firm believer in taking her time. In some cases. She was willing to make allowances in his case - Jakob was hot in more ways than one, and the feel of him pressed between her legs, pinning her firmly against the door, was driving her crazy. She hoped he hadn't been exaggerating when it came to his prowess, because she had a feeling he'd be someone she wanted to enjoy as many times as possible throughout the night.
Between touring, recording and writing songs, not to mention booking and practicing, Jakob had a bit of a drought between, being too busy to do much of anything else. He planned to make up for his lack of a woman's touch as many times tonight as he could. He didn't mind taking it slow, didn't mind going fast, whatever she wanted, he was ready to give it to her. Allowing his lips to slide away from her mouth and across her cheek to her neck, he kissed the flesh and parted his lips to lightly bite her skin. "I want to see more of you." he whispered, Swedish words coming out without being controlled. "You should lose the clothes, kitten. They're of no use to you now."
The Swedish was actually not that lost on Jaz, who spoke fluent German. The two languages had a lot of similarities when it came to vocabulary, though Swedes always fucked up the proununciations. Jaz leaned her head back against the door and chuckled. "I don't know," she murmured, tightening her legs around his waist and grinding her hips against his. "They're good for a tease, at least." Which didn't do either one of them a damn bit of good, since all the real fun would start when the clothes were gone. She turned her head a bit to capture his earlobe between her teeth, sucking on it briefly, and grinned. "You're going to have to let me down if you want me to do anything about it."
Letting out a tiny gasp of a sound when she nipped his earlobe, he nodded a little and slowly, reluctantly slid the girl down the door so she could stand again. "Now let's do something about it." he whispered, stealing another kiss as he backed her up against the door again, hands trailing down her hips and over her thighs and back up again. "Come on, pretty lady. Give me a little show."
"Since you asked so nicely," Jaz teased him, pulling away from the kiss and pushing on his shoulders to clear some space. "But I'm going to want the same, you know." She drew her blazer off slowly, playing it up a little and arching her back as the jacket slid down her arms. She tossed it carelessly off to the side and toed off her heels, the action dropping her three inches down to her natural six feet. She undid her leather pants, sliding a hand over her stomach and down between her legs. He wanted a show, he'd get one - she bit her lip, let her head fall back and her eyes close slightly as if she was going to start without him.
Jakob took a few steps back, allowing himself to settle on the edge of his bed, not far from where the girl was standing. He watched her closely, eyes following her hand as she slid it between her thighs and he couldn't help the way his breathing hitched with the visual images she was so kindly providing him. He bit his lower lip and continued to watch her for a few more seconds before letting his hands slide to the hem of his shirt and pulling the fabric up and over his head. Tossing it aside, he stood up again and walked over to her, his hand finding hers as his lips captured her mouth in another little kiss. "No fair in getting to have all the fun." he whispered as he nipped her lower lip and gave it the tiniest little tug. "Are you hot for me, kitten?" he whispered.
Jaz's breath caught when his hand covered hers between her thighs, a faint shiver rippling up her spine. "Can't you tell?" she breathed, guiding his fingers to the spot where they'd do the most good. She scratched the nails of her free hand down his chest, nipping and sucking at his throat and jaw before giving him another one of the long, slow kisses that made her head spin so wonderfully. "The question is," she whispered against his mouth, "what are you going to do about it?"
"I can tell." he breathed as his fingertips slowly shifted with her guidance. He was the sort of man that knew a woman pleased first would be sure to please a man just as well. "I plan to fuck you so hard you can barely stand in the morning." he whispered against her mouth, the words lost in the press of their lips. Reaching up with the hand not currently occupied, he took hers and slid it down to the fastenings of his belt. "Help me out, Jaz." he whispered. "Lemme show you what I've got for you to play with."
Jaz couldn't help the breathless little moan that escaped at the combination of his fingers and words. "No arguments here," she managed, shuddering. She managed to rally enough concentration to get his belt undone, though it required both hands, and she paused to pull off her white tank before pushing his pants down and sliding a hand inside. What she felt... "Holy shit," she muttered, suddenly feeling distinctly gleeful. If he even knew how to use half of what he had, she'd leave happy. "Oh, let's play," she breathed, stroking him firmly.
He didn't have any problems keeping his concentration up when her hand moved away from his and left it to figure out its own movements. Teasing her first was the plan but then she got her shirt pulled off and her hand in his pants, wrapped smoothly around him like she had been practicing for this her whole life, his concentration faltered a little bit. "Fuck..." he whispered back to her. He knew he wasn't lacking in any sort of way, but it served to boost his ego when he got reactions like the one that she'd given. Carefully toeing his shoes off without removing his hand from her pants, he nodded a little and slid them out of the way with one foot. Letting his middle finger slide along her slit, he teased at the heated center, circling her most sensitive of spots before finally giving himself the reward of being inside her, even if it was just that single digit. "How do you want it first?" he breathed, the words coming out hoarsely as he pumped that one finger inside of her. "On your back, on my back... on your knees?"
Jaz shuddered hard at the things he was doing with his finger, muscles clenched almost involuntarily around him, and pressed against him as best she could while still stroking. "Oh, there are so many things I can do from my knees," she purred with a grin, leaning forward to nip at his earlobe again. Pants were beginning to become more of a hindrance than a tease, however, and she pulled her hand out of his to unhook her bra and toss it aside, then started shimmying out of the ultra skintight pants. "Protection?" she asked. She was on the pill, but that did nothing for potential diseases.
Jakob was a smart boy, he knew better than dare dabble into any woman, no matter what they looked like without a little protection. Slipping his hand away from her he nodded and motioned to the table by the bed. "Protection." he assured her with a tiny little smile, stealing one more kiss before stepping out of his puddled on the floor jeans and heading for the table to retrieve said protection. Discarding his boxers, flinging them away carelessly, he ripped the packaging open and slid the condom on, eyes flicking towards her again. "Guess it's on your knees then." he murmured. "Lights? Music?" Please the woman first, after all.
"I didn't know you needed everything so fancy," she teased him. "I can see your vagina from here, Jakob." She was a woman who loved to play, both in bed and out of it. She managed to get out of her pants and tossed them aside. Naked, she advanced until they were up against the bed - and then she jumped him. Being on her knees was one thing, but no one ever said she had to be uncomfortable while she was there. "Come on," she challenged with a wide grin, eyes dark with lust, "make me your bitch. If you can." She had three big brothers; she was surprisingly good at wrestling.
The teasing was surprisingly enticing and it just made him want her more. The fact that she was being so damn challenging revved him up and he let his hands find her wrists, rolling her onto her back and pressing her hands to the bed. Using one knee to part her legs he rolled his hips against hers and smirked a little. "Oh I can." he told her. "I can make you beg for it, baby. But you already are. I know how wet that pussy is, remember?" Leaning down, he stole a kiss from her mouth, a forceful one that gave away his need to be in control. "Get on your knees, Jaz. I want a good view of that pussy."
"I don't know now," Jaz said after the kiss, though a shiver at his words betrayed her interest. "What if I've changed my mind?" She hooked one of his legs with hers, planted her other foot against the bed and twisted, rolling them over and straddling him, hands on either side of his head. "Maybe I've decided I'm not your bitch after all." A grin lurked behind blue eyes as she leaned down to nip at his lower lip, tugging on it with her teeth. She was just playing a little more; her stomach clenched whenever she thought of him covering her from behind, all those hard muscles against her. But a little anticipation did nothing except make it better when they got there.
"You will be before the night is through." he murmured, smirking up at her as he snaked his hand between their bodies and cupped the fiery heat that lay between her thighs. "You want me." he whispered to her, lifting his head to catch her lip this time, tugging it like she'd done to his. Back and forth with the two of them. A tug of war when they both knew what they wanted. "You've got such a dirty mouth, kitten. All those vulgarities just make me want you more though." He wasn't going to lie. The mouth like a sailor had him wanting to ride her like a wild stallion until she uttered words and phrases that would make a man blush.
She pushed back against his hand with a tiny growl and gave him a long kiss. So he liked when she talked dirty, did he? Well, she cussed like a sailor on the best of days and hadn't yet found any inhibitions in bed; she could give the man what he wanted. After all, the wilder he was, the more they'd both enjoy it. She leaned down slowly until her lips brushed against his ear. "So why don't you stop talking about it like we're on the fucking View and fuck me already?" she whispered, raking her nails lightly down his chest. "I want to feel you over me with that cock of yours so deep and hard that I can't see straight."
A little smirk found his lips and he pulled his hand away from her, settling it on her hip as he pushed her back the way they'd come when she rolled him over and moved himself above her again. Using the hand at her hip, he rolled her over onto her stomach and gripped both hips to jerk her back against him, his cock pressing hard against her body. If she wanted less talk and more action, Jakob was going to come through for her in fine fashion. Allowing one hand to fall away from her hip, he gripped himself and slowly ran the tip of his length across her slit, liking the heat that seemed to wrap around him and beg him to just give it the ability to engulf him. He wanted the fire, needed it and he wasn't going to stop until he'd satisfied his craving for the girl. Guiding himself to the center of the heat, he smirked a little, squeezed her hip and slid himself into her in one fluid stroke. A choked sort of noise the approval that she earned.
"Fuck yes," Jaz hissed as he slid into her, right at that delicious border between pleasure and pain as she stretched to accommodate him. She kept her hips at the angle he'd pulled her into, forearms braced on the bed as she dropped her head down until her forehead rested against the sheets. She'd been so right about how good it would feel; her hips moved in little involuntary undulations as she pushed back against him, muscles clenching as a shudder ran up her spine.
Damn she knew how to work him and the groan she urged from somewhere so deep inside of him he'd never heard the tone before himself, said as much. She was tight and wet and so fucking hot that he thought he might have died and gone to some sort of heaven where Amazonian women rocked worlds. Hands at her hips once more, he squeezed her flesh, thumbs pressing into the skin and probably leaving marks or bruises. He didn't much care, however, and at the moment, he doubted that Jaz did either. Picking up a slow, teasing rhythm, he rolled his hips against hers, moving them in a counterclockwise motion against her body.
Jaz felt her temperature skyrocket as he started moving, breath escaping her in a shuddering rush. She let her body rock gently in time with his movements, hips circling in counterpoint. He was a bastard for setting such a slow pace, the teasing movements driving her crazy each time he pushed all the way in - enough to send a jolt through her system at how unbelievably good it felt, but not enough to get her closer to that coveted end goal. Or at least, not nearly as fast as she wanted it. Jaz occasionally had issues with patience.
He was still in the mood for teasing and the slow rhythm of their rocking hips was serving as a way to tease not only Jaz, but himself as well. Of course he didn't have much patience for being teased too long either and it wasn't long before the strokes against her picked up in pace and firmness. "So fuckin' hot." he breathed as he leaned over her, arm twining around her body and pulling her up against him as he used the other to balance himself. His lips went to her neck and he couldn't have been happier with her height.
Jaz braced herself on one arm, twining the other up and behind her to curl over his neck as he increased his pace. "Jesus Christ, that's good," she panted, pushing back in time with his thrusts in an attempt to get him as deep as he could go. He was hitting spots she hadn't even known existed, pushing her closer to the edge she was looking for. "Harder," she demanded, shivers running up her spine.
God damn did he enjoy the way that she felt with her arm around his neck like that. He complied with her request, rocking her body in a harder sort of tempo. Letting his arm slide down over her stomach, memorizing the soft smoothness of her flesh, he allowed it to dip between her thighs to first cup the flaming heat that she was radiating. He groaned in approval at what he was feeling beneath his fingertips and turned his head to nip at the flesh of her neck. "You like that, kitten?"
Jaz's hips jerked at the first touch of his hand, not sure whether to push forward against his fingers or back against him, and dropped her head with a breathless moan. "If you stop, I'll fucking kill you," she promised, catching her breath as every muscle from her stomach to her thighs seemed to clench in response to what he was doing. Though she didn't want to, she had to drop her arm from his neck and brace herself on the bed to keep herself from doing a faceplant.
He had to smirk a little at the response he got from her. Obviously she approved of what he was doing. He didn't dare stop, in fact he just made the whole thing more intense by picking up a slow motion with his fingers. Little circles drawn over the tiny nub of nerves between her folds. His hips continued to move, picking up speed with each rolling thrust he made. Jakob couldn't help but groan out against her neck again as he parted his lips to bite her once more. Tonight was definitely turning into a wild one, that was for sure. He might just have to have a repeat performance with this one.
Jaz couldn't hold back her groans when he really put those fingers to work; the noises were dragged from between clenched teeth as she pushed back against him as hard as he was thrusting into her, searching for just that little extra... she was so close... "Oh God, right there," she urged, muscles drawing almost painfully tight. One last thrust pushed her over the edge and she came with a breathless cry, hips jerking as she convulsed helplessly around him.
Oh how he loved to push a girl over the edge like that. The satisfaction that a cry could make. The sound reflecting off the walls and filling his ears just as much as it filled his ego. He too was close and when her muscles tightened, it only drew him closer. Riding through her orgasm, he continued to roll his fingers over the spot she'd indicated and a few more thrusts brought him to his own release with a choked sort of grunt that seemed to morph into a drawn out moan. "Jesus Christ..." he whispered as his hips slowly wound down in their speed, stopping inside of her as his hand between her thighs slid up between her breasts and pulled her up and back against his chest. His other hand, now free from the work of balancing above her went to her cheek, turning her head in his direction for a kiss that could only be described as hungry. He wanted to taste her mouth, her lips, breathe in the scent of her after a release.
Gasping for breath, Jaz let him maneuver her around however he wanted. She kept her hips arched, wanting to keep him inside her as long as possible. She leaned back against him, curling her arm back around his neck again as they kissed. She liked that he wasn't the type to just flop all over her or roll over and forget her as soon as he got off; though she wasn't always a cuddler, per se, she usually liked at least a little something. Her kiss was just as hungry, fingers slipping up through his hair, and her free hand settled on his thigh, nails pricking just a little bit as she rubbed her palm over his skin.
Jakob had his moods when all he wanted was to roll over and go to sleep, though those were few and far between. He had his moods when he wanted to cuddle and he had his moods when he wanted to rest a few minutes and go all over again. He was starting to think, as he continued to kiss the girl, that he was in the latter. Letting his lips finally trail away from her mouth, they slid down her neck, his hand brushing her hair away and over her shoulder as he kissed along her skin to her shoulder and back up again. "Now how's that for a ride?" he whispered as he nipped lightly at her earlobe. "Think I'll be able to interest you in another?"
Jaz let her head rest back against his shoulder as he kissed along her throat and shoulder, and couldn't help the burst of slightly breathless laughter when he spoke. "That was a hell of a ride," she admitted with a grin. "I think you could persuade me to go for round two." With the right type of 'persuasion' she was a bit of a screamer, too, and she had to stifle a grin when she found herself hoping Muse hadn't been interested in sleep tonight. "And three," she continued. "And four. And five. Etcetera. Hope you didn't plan on sleeping tonight."
He couldn't help but grin at those comments, more fuel for his fire in his opinion. "I don't plan on sleeping." he told her. "I've got tomorrow to sleep, tonight I plan on doing a hell of a lot more than just persuading you for round two. How bout a shower, kitten? I seem to think that you'd look pretty sexy all dripping wet." He thought she'd look pretty sexy doing a couple of things, but he had the rest of the night to persuade her to do those things.
"I think I could handle a little soap and hot water," Jaz purred. "Good thing you've got a suite, isn't it? Cruise ship bathrooms are notoriously tiny for normal-sized people, let alone us." Realizing she was too tall to comfortably drive the tiny Miata she'd looked at once the money from Muse's first world tour started rolling in had been a total dream-crusher. Until she realized she was just the right size for, say, a Corvette.
"Mhm." he agreed, stealing another little kiss before sliding his hand between their bodies to secure the condom around himself before slowly slipping out of her and tying then tossing said condom in the trash. "Shower it is then." he murmured, moving back to the bed and hooking his arms around her middle. Lifting her quite easily despite her height, he all but threw her over his shoulder and headed in the direction of the bathroom.
Jaz squeaked as she suddenly found herself upside down and staring at Jakob's ass (though it was definitely a very fine ass), and started laughing. She reached down to give his ass a firm slap, secretly admiring the way he was just throwing her around without seeming to even work for it. That was definitely not something that happened in basically the history of her experience. "Asshole," she said fondly, propping herself up as best she could to try and get the hair out of her face (and keep the blood from rushing to her head.)
"You love it." he smirked, continuing to carry her til he reached the bathroom and could set her down on the counter, immediately sealing his lips against hers. "Booze makes you taste pretty good, baby." he murmured, a little grin on his mouth as he pulled away. "So, shower or a bath? Your choice."
Jaz had wrapped her legs around his waist when he set her down and kissed her, so she didn't let him get far when he pulled back. Not for a moment, anyway, and then dropped her legs so he could do water-prep stuff. "Depends on how much water you mind getting on the floor," she said, a lascivious twinkle in her eye.
Jakob smirked. "I'm a rockstar, baby." he said. "I don't give a shit how much water you spill." he told her. Another kiss stolen and he moved to the bath, putting the stopper and turning on the hot water with enough cold to keep from melting off anything valuable. "How hot can you stand it, kitten?"
"I didn't say I was going to spill it," Jaz said, sliding off the counter to drape herself over his back, arms over his shoulders and hands clasped together. "That would probably be you, what with all the thrusting and maneuvering I imagine will take place." She really liked envisioning the thrusting, especially after her first taste. Grinning, she tilted her head until she could tug on his earlobe with her teeth. "I can take it as hot as you want to dish it out," she purred.
He grinned at her and let out a tiny little chuckle. "Guess I'm gonna need some more condoms huh?" he murmured. "Since you want some more thrusting from me. First taste not enough?" he teased.
"You should just put condoms on basically every flat surface in your suite," Jaz advised him. "I told you I was going to wear you out, Mr. Rockstar." She snickered. "I could ask you the same question. I'm like Pringles, baby, once you pop you can't stop." Not the most awesome of lines, but funny all the same.
Jakob couldn't help but chuckle again. "Be right back then, kitten." he said. "Gotta start tossing condoms around."