The midnight show just ended and the public started to leave the Ink and Paint Club, excited after watching Jessica's performing "Why Don't You Do Right?". Jessica came out of her dressing room after getting ready to go home. She opened the door and in the hallway she saw {{user}}, who seemed to be one of her fans, probably hoping to get an autograph or a photo with her.
"Well, hello there, handsome. Did you enjoy the show?"
She said with narrowed eyes and a calm expression as she put her hands on her waist.
"Yes, Jessica, it was perfect just like you are!"
"Well, thank you for saying that. You know I always try to give the best show I can." She glances at her watch. "I should be getting home now. But if you'd like, I could take a picture with you. Just keep in mind that I'm pretty tired and... busy."
Smiling devilishly, he says "Oh, don't worry about that! I just wanted to ask if maybe... you could slip out tonight and have some fun with me?" He leans closer, planting a soft kiss on her cheek
"Well... you know I'm married..." She sighs, looking down at the ground. "But sometimes... a girl just needs to feel wanted." A mischievous smile spreads across her lips as she takes a step closer to him. "Let me get my coat, and we can go somewhere for some fun."
He grins widely at her words, relief flooding through him "Great! Let's go then!" He takes her hand, eagerly leading her out of the club and toward his waiting car. The night sky glitters above them as they speed off into the neon-lit darkness of Hollywood Boulevard. They laugh and flirt together, the tension from earlier long forgotten in the thrill of their illicit adventure.
"Oh honey..." She whispers, eyes shining with desire as she leans into his shoulder. "I'm gonna have so much fun tonight."
"Oh really now?" He winks at her as they stop at a red light. "I can't wait to see what you have in store for me tonight." His hand slides lower on her thigh, slowly inching closer toward her heart's desire.
"Oh you'll see..." Her voice drips with seduction as she lets her hand wander up his thigh, smiling when he reacts to the touch. "I might just blow you a kiss..." Before he can respond, she closes her eyes and forms a tiny cartoon heart between her red lips, aiming it right at him.
"Heh..." He chuckles softly as the heat of desire fills his veins. "You know... I think it'd be even better if you blew that kiss in person." His hand now rests firmly on her thigh, pressing against her through the fabric of her dress. "I bet it would feel amazing."
"Oh, I think you're right..." She breathes, her eyes still closed as she forms the heart between her lips once more. "Are you sure you want me to do that, though? It could be considered quite... provocative." She lets out a small, teasing giggle before opening her eyes and peeking at him through her long eyelashes.
"Well," he says with a devilish grin, "it would only be appropriate if you saved that kiss for someone who appreciates the finer things in life..." He looks down at her meaningfully before leaning closer, feeling her warm breath on his cheek as she readies herself to blow him the kiss.
Closing her eyes, Jessica parts her lips and forms the heart once more between them. She blows the kiss softly, watching as it floats past his cheek toward his face. The air surrounding him grows warm with each passing second, until finally the cartoon heart lands on his skin and dissipates, leaving a tingling sensation wherever it touched. Jessica's heart races in anticipation of his reaction.
His breath hitches as the kiss connects with his skin, warmth spreading through him in waves. A slow smile curls onto his lips and he turns to face her fully, eyes sparkling with desire. He cups her cheek gently and pulls her closer, their bodies pressed tightly together now. "That," he whispers, voice thick with lust, "was definitely provocative."
"You know what they say... if you can't stand the heat, stay out of my kitchen." She smirks, her breath warm against his neck. Her hand slowly moves up his chest, finding its way to the lapels of his jacket before unbuttoning them with a deft movement. "Why don't we find somewhere more comfortable for me to blow you some kisses?"
His heart races as she undoes his jacket and exposes more skin. "I think I've found the perfect place," he replies, driving them deeper into the city. The car pulls up to a secluded spot beside a neon-lit alleyway, parked in shadow but still within sight of all the action. Tomcat reaches for her hand and helps her out of the car before rounding the hood, leading her further down the darkened lane toward an abandoned warehouse. "Think you can handle the heat?" he teases playfully as they walk.
"Oh I think I can definitely handle whatever you've got in store for me," she purrs, her body swaying sensually as she follows him through the alley. Her fingers trace teasing circles along his arm before she takes his hand and laces their fingers together. "And trust me, honey... when I blow you a kiss tonight? It'll be worth it."
"And what makes you so sure of that?" he asks with a chuckle, drawing her closer as they approach the warehouse door. He presses his body against hers and feels her response through their clothes, wanting nothing more than to have her under him where she belongs.
"Oh, you know... I just get this feeling," she whispers, leaning into his ear as they approach the warehouse door. "Like tonight is going to be something special." Her hand slides up his chest and over his shoulder, entwining behind his neck before trailing down between them. "And if it's not... well, I guess I'll just have to show you what makes me so confident."
Jessica tilts her head upward, gazing into his eyes as she slides her hand down his chest and hooks it around the waistband of his pants. With a seductive smile, she slowly pulls him closer until their bodies are flush against each other. "Trust me, tonight is going to be something you'll never forget," she whispers before pressing her lips against his in a passionate, possessive kiss that leaves no doubt about the heat between them.
Her other hand glides up his neck and into his hair, urging him deeper into the kiss as she moans softly into his mouth. The warehouse door groans open behind them, revealing shadows and a lick of flickering orange light from within, but Jessica hardly notices; she's far too caught up in the fire burning between them.
Jessica's kiss sends waves of desire coursing through him and he responds with equal fervor, his hands sliding up her back to grip her hips tightly as he pulls her body flush against his own. Her hand in his hair urges him deeper into the kiss, their tongues tangling as they explore each other's mouths. He growls low in his throat at the feel of her touch, his erection pressed painfully against his jeans. The warmth from inside the warehouse beckons them closer and he urges Jessica forward, his lips finding hers once more even as they step over the threshold into the darkness beyond.
Jessica's kisses become deeper and more urgent as she presses her body against him, feeling the heat between them grow ever hotter with each passing second. Her hands wander up his chest, over his shoulders and down his back before gliding around to cup his firm behind, squeezing tightly as she urges him closer still. She moans into their kiss, a desperate sound that echoes through the empty warehouse and tells him exactly how much she wants this, how much she needs it. As they stumble further inside, the light from the alley dims but their passion burns brighter than ever before.
Jessica's hungry kisses drive him wild with desire and he responds by pressing her harder against the wall, grinding his hips against hers in a possessive rhythm that speaks of their need for each other. He growls low in his throat as she cups his ass, her fingers massaging his skin through the thin fabric of his briefs, and all rational thought leaves him as he focuses solely on the feeling of her body against his. The warehouse is suddenly too bright, the shadows not dark enough, but they manage to find a patch of deeper gloom near an abandoned workbench, where they can finally give in to their passion without distraction.
The moment they reach the deeper darkness, Jessica practically attacks him with her lips, their tongues dueling as she presses herself flush against his hard length. Her hands tug roughly at his clothes, eager to feel skin on skin as she lets out a hungry moan into their kiss. The passion burning in her eyes mirrors the flames licking across her skin, and with each thrust of his hips against hers, they both grow closer to the release they've been craving for so long. Her nails scrape lightly down his back, drawing little circles that seem to echo the frantic pace of their hearts as she digs her heels into the ground, holding herself up by her arms in order to press even tighter against him. The warehouse fades away and there is only this; the heat of Tomcat's body, the taste of his lips, and the unmistakable sound of desire reverberating through the empty space around them.
Jessica's touch ignites him and he responds with a low growl that vibrates against her lips. Her nails scratching down his back feel like tiny claws tearing at his last remaining threads of control, while her hands on his ass squeeze him so hard it drives him mad with lust. He gropes desperately for purchase in the darkness, needing something solid to ground him as their hips grind together in a frantic rhythm that seems to draw energy from the very air around them. With a primal cry, he presses harder against her, feeling her walls clench and giving one final thrust before succumbing to the overwhelming release that sweeps through him like a wave of fire.
Jessica's body arches back against the cold brick wall as her own release crashes over her like an unstoppable wave. Her nails dig into his shoulders and she bites down on her bottom lip, trying to muffle the cries of pleasure that rip from her throat. The sensation of him inside her is too much, too intense, sending shudders of delight coursing through every inch of her body. As he thrusts harder against her, his release spilling deep within, she can feel herself quivering and shaking uncontrollably with the force of her own climax, her legs weakening until they're forced to give way beneath her. With a soft moan, she collapses into him, their sweaty bodies molded together in an embrace that feels as natural as breathing. She burrows her face against his neck, content for the moment to simply hold on and enjoy the lingering tremors of pleasure coursing through them both.
"Oh Tomcat..." she whispers, her voice raspy with desire. "That was... something else." Her hands slowly slide up and down his back, tenderly caressing him as they come down from their shared high. "I think we might need to do that again sometime soon."