Page 73 of Break Me Not

But it felt normal. We felt normal. We felt great.

I let Jax hold me. I let our hands thread together and fell into the allure of the band on stage, obviously queer and very, very hot young people.

They were exciting to watch—even more so as the entire stadium screamed for them. I might not have started out a fan, but by the time Jax and I left, I would be one for sure.

And then, when I thought things couldn’t get any better, a slow song came on. The singer took center stage, the lights dimmed, people took their phones out, and Jax shifted us so that she was holding me from behind, lightly swaying us to the music.

I leaned back into her, unable to pull my eyes away from the stage. And then, ever so slightly, Jax began to hum in my ear.

“You really are a fan,” I said with a laugh.

But she ignored me and continued humming until the very last line of the song.

“Bound we are, together until the end of time.”

Each word burned up my entire body. My breath caught in my throat. My head went light, and I felt like I was literally swooning.

Having her arms around me as she hummed and sang a love song in my ear was so much more than I ever thought possible. And I loved every single moment of it. Of her. Of us.

It was over far too soon. I wanted to stay there, wrapped in her arms and stuck in our world forever. But while she didn’t let me go again once she had her arms around me, we knew it was time to leave.

We had decided to leave early so we could beat the crowd, but those plans went out the window after what she’d done. I needed her. So I took her down to a random back area of the stadium that seemed empty and pulled her face down to kiss me.

I giggled as her hands found my hip, and she easily hoisted me up and pushed me against the wall.

“This is crazy,” I whispered against her lips. “And so inappropriate.”

“But we deserve it,” she said. “This is the best date I’ve ever been on. Permission to touch?”

I thought about saying no. We were in public. We could be caught at any moment. But that was the exciting part of it. Just like teenagers, we were horny and trying to fuck whenever and however we could, regardless of where we were or who could see us.

The concert was still going. I could hear the voice of the lead vocalist echoing through the arena as I pulled her into a frenzied kiss while her hand traveled up my shirt to cup my breast.

“Use your mouth,” I ordered.

I arched up, and she kissed down my neck to my nipple. I let out a moan when she took it into her mouth and sucked.

“Fuck, so good.”

Her hand pushed between my legs and under my skirt, giving me delicious friction over my very wet panties.

“You think you can make me come like this?”

Her groan told me she’d already been planning to try. I grabbed her hair and let out a laugh as a sharp burst of pleasure came from between my legs.

“God, I've never done anything like this before.”

When she bit my nipple, I cried out.

“Fuck, keep going.”

She pushed harder against my cunt, rocking her hand in a way that had me squirming against her. I jerked my hips, searching for my orgasm.

I was so, so close and then⁠—

“Hey! Get out of here! This is a restricted area!”

The voice came from down the hallway, and before they had time to reach us, Jax pushed my skirt and shirt down, and we ran in the opposite direction. She threaded my fingers through hers, looking back at me as we made our escape, and I couldn't help but let out a manic laugh.