Chapter 1: Introduction
Clambering over the crimson plastic seats, Jake pushed his way through the rabid crowd, desperation and Unbridled lust driving him forward. His heart thunderous in his chest, hands slick with sweat, his shoes stabbing into dry, shoddy carpet. His bloodshot eyes bulged, strained against the molten tide of starlit fans writhing before him. Synchronized to the pulsating beats, bodies of suddenly unfamiliar shapes slammed into each other.
Elbows be damned, Jake’s depravity became a beacon, driving him closer to the stage. A collective gasp swept across the die-hard Ariana followers; he ripped away his grey t-shirt and exposed his lithe, slender figure. Muffled obscenities floated among the crowd as they stared at his narrow waist and feeble muscles sculpted by hours behind a desk. With intent, he waved the fabric in the air. It gracefully swooshed, capturing the pinkish hues of the lightshow arching overhead.
Jake threw the shirt behind him, devoid of care for its fate. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered but the exquisite creature teasing the throbbing audience with her tantalizing presence.
Ariana, her curvy figure gently wrapped in a violet silk kimono, continued to sing her seductive melodies. Her fingertips brushed along the rim of a microphone, sending chills down every man's spine. Those bright green eyes swept the crowd before pausing, locking onto Jake's. He stopped breathing.
With her long, dark hair cascading down her shoulders, Ariana's gaze on him felt like a lover’s sweet touch. It was so intoxicating that he could feel each soft caress on his feverish skin. Those lips, glossed to a glossy sheen, curved into a knowing smile. Where her tongue snaked out to wet them, Jake could almost taste her honeyed sweetness.
Despite the myriad bodies hopelessly slamming into him, he staggered towards her, unable to tear his gaze away from this divinity.
Ariana's seductive performance drew him in, a seductive web that hummed with lewd affiliate promises. Squeezed between erratic concert-goers, Jake's cock swelled, stretching the fabric of his denims painfully. The lustful panorama unfolded before him, and fuck, he craved her worshippers' unyielding attention as much as the woman herself.
Somehow, Jake had reached the end of the row, pushed forward by the obscene enthusiasm blooming around him.
He managed to stumble onto an empty stairway, catapulted onto the platform by his lustful momentum.
His lungs burned for oxygen; Jake's body trembled, just fucking barely in control whites his throbbing erection pleaded for freedom. The ecstasy of his heart drumming obscenely in his ears dulled the music. Though his legs wobbled like jelly, Jake marched down the stairway, captured within a spell of intoxicating lust and dark yearning.
He emerged in a space fenced off for security.
Jake glimpsed—no, devoured—the graceful silhouette swaying on stage. She was achingly near, yet stubbornly shrouded by confining steel bars.
Without a moment of hesitation, he kicked it into high gear. He charged forward, a man on a fucking mission. A bestial snarl tore its way up his parched throat.
Taking matters into his own hands, he leaped—scaling the fence like a damn agile monkey, ignoring the way the metal slats threatened to tear his skin.
Pitting his desperation against the repressive barrier, Jake’s unrelenting grip and furious drive launched him up and over the booth, straight into the secured wings of the concert.
A nebulous uproar behind Jake indicated he might or might not have caused a small riot among the people.
He didn’t spare it a second thought, tracking the ethereal, entrancing melody singing in his head—Ariana.
Pitting his desperation against the repressive barrier, Jake’s unrelenting grip and furious drive launched him up and over the booth, straight into the secured wings of the concert.
A nebulous uproar behind Jake indicated he might or might not have caused a small riot among the people.
He didn’t spare it a second thought, tracking the ethereal, entrancing melody singing in his head—Ariana.