EroticReverie

Jameson Nash Memphis 

Fuck. What was I even thinking going to the little party backstage? I wasn’t thinking. My dick was doing all the thinking. She’d seen every fucking inch of me. Her stunned wide eyes, her stuttering excuses, and the blush in her cheeks had me getting dressed and going to that damn party. Because for some reason I wanted to go, but only because she’d wanted me to. 

Then I just couldn’t fucking help myself. I’d walked over and fucking came onto her. Said shit I shouldn’t have said. Touched her ass. Told her I would use her up. God, her brother would kill me. Not only was she his little sister, she was fucking nineteen. I wasn’t that kind of guy. I didn’t chase after barely legal young women.  I always thought that older men who went after younger women were just sad and pathetic and couldn’t get a woman their own age. But my attraction to Paisleah has nothing to do with her age. She’s simply just too fucking hot to resist. I can’t let anything happen. If she was older , maybe it’d be a different story. If she was older maybe her being my best friends little sister wouldn’t hold so much weight. But I couldn’t justify fucking around with her when there was eleven years between us.  It didn’t matter if she was legal or if she had just promised me all of her holes. God. What a mouth on her. I couldn’t fucking mess around with her. Because even if I did, then what? I didn’t fuck around with women. There was a brief period where I had in my later teens and early twenties , and sure I’d had plenty of fun and enjoyed myself. But it all felt so …shallow and unfulfilling. Then I’d gotten married to Shayla. Another brand new fresh country star at the same time I was coming up. I’d loved her. But apparently she didn’t love me back. She loved what I represented. She just wanted the most famous country singer at the time as her husband. Plus I was told I was “too nice”. Apparently being a decent man is a turn off for her. Well, she got what she wanted , she left me for an actor, and then got dumped eight months later and the guy she left for was now facing allegations of sexual assault from multiple women, and was now dating another woman who also had been married, and cheated in her husband with him. I guess he has a type. And his type is married women. 

I reached out to Shayla after the allegations came out about him, just to make sure she was okay. That he hasn’t abused her or anything along the lines of what he was being accused of. She tried to tell me she made a mistake and wanted me back. But as much as I’d loved her , I’d fallen out of love with her the second I’d found out of the affair. She wanted to get back together, and I even let her talk me into her coming over one night. We had sex. And it was hollow, shallow, and I realized I truly didn’t feel anything for her anymore. 

She spent months after that trying to get me to “work it out” but I was done with her. I didn’t love her, and didn’t think I ever could again. Maybe I was too nice. Because she’d made me believe that the child she had with that actor was mine. Even though we always used protection. I went to the doctors appointments with her.  I told her I’d be in the child’s life. I wanted to be a good man and do the right thing even if I didn’t love her anymore. 

Come to find out , she knew the entire time that it was his. And after the child was born and the paternity test confirmed it. I was more heart broken than I was when she left me. She’d let me believe we’d had a child together. And my dumbass had taken her into my bed again anyways. Because I guess I was hoping to feel the love I’d had for her again. 

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I barely see Paisleah at all the next day , only glimpses of her when the tour buses stop at rest stops to fill up on gas. Walking around outside with her long blonde hair and stretching her legs with the others. 

Now it’s two days after the little peep show she had and two days since I had her round ass cheek in my hand while she promised to let me take her anyway that I want. And now the label  is having us rehearse the few Christmas songs that we’re adding to the end of the concerts for the next few shows as a little “Christmas gift” to the audience. 

It’s just my band and then Paisleah doing a rehearsal inside of a local studio of the city we’re playing in tonight. There’s a few cameras around because the label plans on doing some special for the tour. Showing behind the scenes of the tour and also putting the tour on a streaming site once it’s ended. 

Paisleah is wearing a red long sleeved chunky sweater over a pair of white a red stripped leggings that make her legs look like sexy fucking candy canes. She’s wearing little red boots with white fur and traditional red and white Santa hat on her head as she sits on the stool beside me. I’d say she’s playing it up for the cameras , but I know she’s not. The girl loves Christmas. 

The first song were meant to rehearse is the popular “Baby It’s Cold Outside”

“Paisleah , you did perfect , Nash, Could you try to make it seem like you want her to actually stay, or for fucks sake , even look at her?” Our Manager says with crossed arms and Paisleah laughs and I grumble. We run through it a second time. 

I glance over a few times but can’t stand how cute she looks or the sound of her voice or the tiny smirk on her lips at the “my brother will be there at the door” line.

We rehearse the song six more times. Each time I’m given shit by our manager to actually act as though I want her to stay. To look at her , flirt with her. Play up the song. But I tell him it’s just rehearsal that I’ll save it for the stage. I know he doesn’t believe me , but he moves on to the next songs. There’s one song for each of us. Mine being White Christmas and hers being “Santa Baby”. And fuck if my dick doesn’t twitch at the adorably seductive tone in her voice when she sings it.  

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I don’t even watch her on the screen tonight. I avoid it like hell because that rhinestone corset will fucking kill me if I have to watch her bounce around in it. 

Then I do my part of the show and then walk backstage and am stopped in my fucking tracks. Sweating from the stage lights. Wearing my dark jeans and black short sleeve and my black cowboy hat. 

Because backstage , Paisleah is all dressed up. And the outfit is far worse than the fucking rhinestone corset. She’s holding a large Santa like jacket on two fingers and red and white Santa hat in the other with a big red lipped smirk. 

“I’m not wearing that.” I growl. Trying to ignore how she’s dressed for the fucking bedroom and not the stage. She’s wearing a sexy starts dress. Two thin red straps hold up the tight red velvet dress with a thin puffy white line around the top and a thicker at the hem. The hem that only just covers everything. Wearing red stiletto shoes , with knee high white transparent stockings with little red bows ,and a matching Santa hat.

“Yes you are” our manager says and grabs the getup from Paisleah and shoved them to me as the crowd cheers for more. Not knowing they’re actually getting more. 

“I didn’t agree to dress up” I growl at Max our manager. 

“Yet. You’re going to anyways. Be jolly. Put the damn jacket on. I growl and take it as I look at Paisleah. 

“Where’s the rest of her outfit?” I growl and Max laughs. Paisleah rolls her eyes. I shrug on the jacket. Not closing it up. And turn to head back onstage. 

“The hat” Max says and I look over my shoulder at him and then at Paisleah. She smiles and lifts her hand and flicks the white Pom Pom at the end of her hat and winks. 

I grumble and pull of my cowboy hat and yank on the stupid hat as she giggles. 

“How adorable” she says and I grit my teeth and she walks over to me and looks up at me and licks her lips. 

“Cmon Santa” she purrs at me and my cock twitches. 

I walk back out with her and the crowd fucking loses it. And I know it has nothing to do with me and everything to do with her in that fucking little outfit. High pitched whistles and male shouts ring out as we take the center stage. Paisleah has a sparkly red microphone in her hand as she tell the crowd we’re going to , in the spirit of Christmas give them all a little gift. There’s a man in the fourth row practically drooling as he eye fucks the shit of the hem of her dress. 

Nope. This isn’t happening. Not on my watch. I take my jacket off and walk over to her and she looks at me all confused as I take her arm in my hand and turn her back to the crowd. 

“What are you doing?” She whispers with the mic lowered. 

“Covering you up.” I growl and swing the jacket around her and she huffs and looks up at me.

“Youre ridiculous” she whispers. 

“Okay” I say. Not arguing and neither does she as she slides her arms in the jacket that way too big for her. I get a few boos that have me glaring over her at the direction of the sounds. Glaring at one man giving a thumbs down and booing. 

“Sex sells Jameson” she says and I glare at her. 

“So does your talent. There’s no need to wear fucking lingerie on stage” I growl through my teeth. 

“It’s not lingerie” she argues as I pull the jacket shut and button it. 

“It’s close enough” I growl at her. 

“Maybe I like being sexy and showing off”she says. 

“Youre plenty fucking sexy without taking your clothes off.” I growl and she smirks. 

“You think I’m sexy?” She cocks a brow and my nostrils flare. 

“Was that not clear when I had your ass in my hand the other night while you promised to let me fuck every part of you?” I say. Not moving my lips and she grins. 

“Still thinking about that huh?” She teases as I finish covering her up. 

“Behave” I growl. 

“I prefer my name on the naughty list” she gives a shrug and I lick my teeth. 

“Clearly” I growl and she winks and I shake my head and walk to microphone. 

“Santa’s a bit protective” I hear her say right into the microphone and the girls swoon and the guys boo a little and I toss her a glance. She’s laughing and smiling and then walks over. 

I do my song first as Paisleah stands beside me. Swaying and singing along without her mic. I don’t dare look at her. Because I know I’ll have to through the entirety of the next song. And then she’ll sing her song last. 

God. I was going to be hard in front of thousands of people.