Festival Heat

那天下午太阳毒辣，把音乐节场地变成了一片闪烁的尘雾和低音。我从中午就开始卖酒，背心黏在皮肤上像第二层纹身。我的胳膊上满是五颜六色的纹身，在汗水下闪闪发光——玫瑰、骷髅，还有一条蜿蜒的蛇消失在短裤下面。吧台前的队伍没完没了，但我还是不停偷瞄舞台那边，那些老家伙们正在表演。

第二段演出时他抓住了我的目光。花白头发，这么热的天还穿着旧皮夹克，吉他低低地挂着，好像整片场地都是他的。他叫贾克斯，一个蓝调摇滚老手，弹起琴来手指仍像着了火。每次我们隔着人群四目相对，他就露出那个歪歪的笑，让我小腹一紧。

“Another whiskey, darlin’?” I called out when he finally pushed through the throng during the break.

Jax leaned on the sticky bar, close enough that I could smell leather, smoke, and something purely male. “Make it a double. You’ve been watching me all day, tattoo girl.”

I smirked, sliding the glass across. “Hard not to. You play like you’re fucking the crowd.”

His laugh was low and rough. “Maybe I am. What’s your name?”

“Riley.” I wiped my hands on a rag, but my pulse was already racing. The air between us crackled hotter than the summer sun.

We traded flirty barbs while I poured for the next rush. His fingers brushed mine when he took the drink—deliberate, lingering. A spark shot straight between my legs. I could feel my pussy getting slick just from that small touch.

“你演出结束后会留下来吗？”我问，声音压低了。

贾克斯慢慢抿了一口，眼睛锁着我。“看情况。你有安排吗？”

“我的露营车停在摊贩区后面。安静。有空调……勉强算有。”我咬着嘴唇，让邀请悬在那里。

He leaned in closer, breath warm against my ear. “I’ll find you when I’m done. Don’t disappear on me, Riley.”

The rest of the afternoon dragged. Every bass note from the stage made my clit throb with anticipation. By the time his band wrapped their last song, I was soaked—not just from the heat. I slipped away as soon as my shift ended, heart hammering as I weaved through the crowds toward my old camper van.

我刚打开一瓶冰啤酒，就听见敲门声。两下有力的叩击。我打开门，他就在那儿，衬衫被汗水浸湿，那只长满吉他老茧的手朝我伸来。

“Get in here,” I whispered, grabbing his collar and pulling him inside.

The door slammed. Jax’s mouth crashed into mine before I could say another word. His tongue was bold, tasting of whiskey and smoke. I moaned into the kiss, fingers tangling in his damp hair. His hands roamed down my back, cupping my ass and lifting me against him so I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing through his jeans.

“操，近看你更辣，”他贴着我的嘴唇低吼。“这些纹身……我想用舌头把每一处都描一遍。”

我喘着气笑了，扯下他的外套。“那就别废话了，老家伙，直接上。”

He spun me around, pressing my front against the tiny kitchen counter. The van was cramped, but that only made it better. His chest molded to my back as he peeled my tank top over my head. Cool air hit my bare breasts, nipples already tight and aching. Jax’s rough palms slid up to cup them, thumbs circling my peaks until I arched and gasped.

“这对太完美了，”他低声说，捏得刚好让我呜咽出声。他的嘴找到我的脖子，用力吮吸，一只手往下探，弹开了我短裤的扣子。

I shoved my shorts and panties down in one frantic motion, kicking them aside. The air felt thick, heavy with the scent of our sweat and my arousal. Jax’s fingers slid between my thighs, parting my soaked folds.

“Jesus, Riley… you’re dripping.” Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning. I cried out, hips bucking back against him. He pumped them slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made my knees weak.

“再来……操，贾克斯，别逗我，”我喘着气。

He chuckled darkly, withdrawing his fingers only to spin me again. This time he dropped to his knees right there on the van floor. His tongue replaced his fingers, licking a long, filthy stripe up my slit before latching onto my swollen clit. I grabbed his hair, thighs trembling as he devoured me—sucking, licking, groaning like I was the best thing he’d tasted all day.

“哦操……就是那儿。别停，求你……”我的声音都劈了。他嘴巴发出的湿响填满了这个小空间，和我破碎的呻吟混在一起。热意在小腹里绞紧，汗水顺着乳沟往下淌。

Just as I was about to shatter, he pulled back, standing with a wicked grin. His cock was already out—thick, veined, the head glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips at the sight.

“Bed. Now,” he ordered.

We stumbled the three steps to the narrow mattress, shedding the last of our clothes. Jax pushed me down onto my back, crawling over me. The air was stifling, our bodies already slick with sweat. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and thrust in hard.

“操，”我呻吟着，他的鸡巴把我的小穴撑得大开。他很大，填满了每一寸。他第一下猛烈的抽插让整辆车都晃了起来。

“That’s it, baby. Take every inch of this cock.” Jax’s hips snapped forward again and again, balls slapping against my ass. Sweat dripped from his brow onto my tits as he fucked me deep and relentless.

I clawed at his back, nails digging into his skin. “Harder… god, yes, just like that. Your cock feels so fucking good inside me.”

He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a messy kiss while he pounded me. The angle hit my clit with every thrust. My orgasm crashed over me without warning—waves of pleasure making my pussy clamp down around him, juices squirting slightly as I came with a sharp cry.

“Riley… shit, I’m close,” he panted, pace turning erratic.

“射进来，”我喘着气，还在余韵里颤抖。“把我的小穴灌满。”

With a guttural groan, Jax buried himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed, flooding me with hot, thick cum. I felt every spurt, my walls milking him greedily. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, bodies trembling and drenched in sweat.

最后他瘫倒在我身边，把我拉进他怀里。音乐节的声音透过薄墙隐隐飘来——远处的欢呼，另一支乐队开场了。

“这是我多年来最棒的一次中场休息，”贾克斯喃喃道，懒洋洋的手指描着我的一处纹身。

我笑了，还能感觉到他的精液顺着大腿慢慢往下流。“最后一场演出结束后别走。我整晚都有空。”

He kissed my forehead, voice husky. “Wouldn’t miss it, tattoo girl.”