EroticReverie

Paisleah

I'm laying in my own bed, on my own bus, because we decided that we wanted to keep our new found relationship private for as long as we could. Which in this life, wouldn't be long anyways. Case in point are the posts from fans and news sites, posting pretty much the same few pictures. A grumpy look Jameson throwing his Santa jacket around me, and me draped over his lap on stage wearing said jacket and his large hand gripping my thigh posessively. I smirk at the one fans post, of the zoomed in capture of his hand on my thigh. 

"CAN WE SAY, HOT!? LOOK AT THAT HAND!" The caption says with a orange emoji, panting face. Yeah, the man has great hands. 

I tap to read more comments, laughing to myself at the feral comments of other women. Ignoring the ones that are only jealous and hateful. I'm not sure how it came so easy to me to brush them off, but it did. Life was too damn short to be miserable over other peoples opinions. Honestly, I laughed at most of them, without a care in the world. 

"SHES SO FUCKING LUCKY." 

"They knew each other growing up, kinda giving creeper vibes from Nash if you ask me." one comment says and my brows pinch angrily. Okay. Apparently I was only immune to comments about myself, because that one, just pissed me off. 

Jameson was NOT a creep. Never had been, never would be. 

"He problably groomed the fuck out of her." Another comments says and my nostrils flare. Because, #1, ew gross. He would never. #2, how dare they talk about him like that or make that assumption or insinuate that. Im nineteen and he's thirty. If they think think teenage Jameson was grooming a god damned child, they were fucked in the head. 

"OMFG, he did NOT groom her. Ya'll are fucking weird and fucking wild for these gross ass theories. Get a life." 

Thank you MaiseyDaisy14. Thank you very fucking much. I nod in agreement with her comment. 

I scroll off that post to another and smile when I see a post of me and Jameson looking at each other on stage while singing "Baby It's Cold Outside". I have my mouth open with a little smirk as I sing my line, Jamesons eyes are right on mine with a soft smile on his lips. He's looking at me, much unlike the way he was in his bed. This look is soft, and cute, and adoring, he's looking at me in that teddy bear way. 

I go to the comments

"Their chemistry on stage together, is ACTUALLY insane." one comments says and I smile, looking back to the picture. Yeah, it was, wasn't it? We went well together me and that tall grumpy man. 

"I was there! And Im calling it right now, they're going to be dating if they arent already! Nash did not take his eyes off her ONCE. He's got it BAD." Another comments and I smile to myself. And as i look through the random fan posts from the concert, I see that she's right, every single photo of our little three song set together, has him staring at me. I watch a thirty second clip of him singing White Christmas. There are only brief glances to the crowd as I stand by his side, just smiling and mouthing the words. His eyes on me the entire time, our eyes catching a few times, making me smile at him. 

"I ship this. I ship this SO hard." Another comment says.

"Imagine the talent their children would have! My god!" another comment says and I laugh , and then become turned on as I think about his cum inside of me, and the fact I may very well be about to make a little Jameson or Paisleah inside of me. And, I wasnt even worried about it. Crazy? Maybe a little. 

"I love Paisleah for him! He's so serious and she's so fun and cute! Opposites atrract! She'd be a perfect fit for Nash!" Another commenter says and I smile, resisting the urge to tap a like to that comment. 

"Agreed! After the shit with that bitch Shayla, are you kidding me? He deserves someone good! Team JP!" 

My heart hurts a little thinking about the public shitsotrm of Jameson's divorce from his ex wife. Not a single person was on that womans side. Jameson was America's Country Male Sweetheart, and Shayla had did a huge fucking number on him. The tabloids tore her apart, but also tore him apart, mentally. He'd loved her. I knew from my brother, that Jameson hated seeing his private life all over the covers of magazines, and plastered all over the internet. There was no way for him to deal with it private, because when you're famous, people feel like they know you, even when they know nothing. Which means they always have something to say, or feel entitled to know the most private parts of your life. 

"Nash is a lucky son of a bitch if he's got Paisleah in his bed. Wouldn't mind having her in mine. That's for sure." some guy comments. I was used to the perverted comments, and honestly, they didnt bother me. Maybe they should. But I'd always liked attention. Though I was prettyyyyy sure Jameson wouldnt like a comment like that at all. He probably wouldnt like any of them to be honest. He wouldnt enjoy speculation about him, or me, or more importantly, him and me together. 

I hear the door of the bus open, and assume some of my band is back early from the bar, probably going too hard since we have a few days before our last concert before going home for Christmas.  I listen to footsteps and look at my door in the small back room of the bus as I lay in bed with the lights dimmed. The footsteps carry all the way to my door. I wait. Because I already know it's him. A soft knock comes on the door. 

"Yeah?" I answer and he slides the door open and his brows pinch. He looks...angry, annoyed, and I wonder if he's about to tell me we made a mistke, or if he's also been scrolling comments and speculations of us. Doubtful, the man never had a phone in his hand. 

"What's wrong?" I ask, as I push up. I'm not in a sexy red bra and panties, in fact I'm wearing a long sleeved loose t shirt and underwear that's actually for comfort and not fashion.

"I said we should sleep seperately." He says and I nod, because he didnt want to even let our band mates or anyone else to be let on to this quick descision we'd made to be together. 

"But you've got my cum inside of you Paisleah." he says. My toes curl. I nod. Because, yeah, I did. 

"I do." I say and he grits his teeth.

"I don't like the fucking feeling of cumming inside of you and sending you to your own bed." He huffs, and I bite my lips together, because he's pissed, but at himself. 

"It's okay." I say gently. I knew it was important to him to keep this under wraps for as long as we could. I know he likes his privacy, and that he doesnt take prying fans and media as well as I do. 

"It's not fucking okay, not okay with me, at all." He growls and lifts his hand to face and rubs at his scowl on his face and drops his hand. 

"Can I sleep in your bed?" he asks and my brows lifts. A slow smile spreads on my face and I nod. 

"Of course you can." I say and pull the covers back and pat the spot next to me. 

"Special spot, reserved just for you, big guy." I say and he looks at me. 

"Remember when I said I'm a needy man?" he asks as he grabs his shirt and pulls it off. 

"Mm, I remember" I nod as I watch him undress. 

"I'm going to need you again if I get in that bed with you. That alright?" he asks and I suck in a breath. It was oddly hot how it was a question, but not a question at all, just him, stating that, if he gets in this bed, he's having me. I nod. 

"i told you i'm greedy Jameson." I say. 

"mm, i remember" he repeats my own words as he drops his pants and pushes down his boxers, then turns and locks the sliding door. 

Jameson pulls down the covers and gets on the bed and grabs at my sleep shorts and I lift my hips, reaching my arm to the small side table on the wall near the bed and set down my phone, and let him slip my shorts down. 

"You sure you want to sleep in here? You dont have to, I know you dont want anyone knowing yet" I say as he spreads my legs, and leans over me, reaching down, he grabs his cock and pushes it over my pussy, sliding the head up and down, and I whimper. 

"I'd rather keep you in my arms where you belong if that's alright with you , honey" he says and then nudges the head of his cock into me, my mouth parting on a tight breath, i bite down my lip and moan as I nod. 

"If you're my girl, then you sleep in my bed." he says and slides in deeper 

"we're in my bed" i say and he grins and pushes deeper.

"fuck" I exhale and spread my legs even wider and then lift them around him and he groans as I reach up and place my hands on his chest. 

"fuck, you feel so good inside of me" I breathe softly as I look down, watching the way his hips expertly roll as they pump and his ruts into me deep, making me moan his body lays into me, giving my clit friction against his pelvis and I curse.

"Shit" I moan and my legs fall from around him and my feet push into the bed, as I get greedy and my hands go down his chest and to his hips and I slide my hands to his ass, feeling the muscles in it flex as he pumps into me slowly. 

"it's so fucking good" I whine. "you can have me whenever you need me Jameson, i'll always want this, i'll never say no to this" 

"mmm, glad to hear it honey" he groans and I look up at him and he grins slightly and his hips move faster. 

"you're in for it Miss Paisleah...because im gonna love you so fucking good Honey"