by JA Low
Eventually I get out of the car, I straighten up my shoulders, push my head back holding it up high and walk through the front doors of my home. But the one person I wasn’t expecting to see straight away is Christian.
“Hey, Ness. Where’s cougar bait?” his hazel eyes look around me.
This man knows me so well, there is going to be no way I can hide how I am feeling. “He was busy with his co-star apparently practicing lines,” I say with a steely tone, mimicking air quotes around the practicing lines bit of that sentence.
Christian understands what I mean. “That little fucker, I am going to kill him.” He balls his fists at his side.
Grabbing his fist and holding it in my hand, I sooth him, “He’s not worth it.” I give him a weak smile.
“Yeah but you are, Ness, you are too good for that little fuck.”
I smile. I love how he always has my back. A tear trickles down my cheek. No, fuck no, he doesn’t deserve my tears.
Christian pulls me into his arms, his hard chest pushes against my breasts, his strong arms holding me in place. I feel safe wrapped around him and finally sag against him and start to cry.
“What the hell is wrong with me, Christian? Why am I never good enough for anyone?”
Christian ignores my question but continues to hold me tight.
“He was crap in bed. I could totally tell she was faking it when I caught them.”
This makes him laugh. Pulling my face away from his chest where I had it buried, I look up at him. “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve had good sex, Chris?”
I feel his body tense, those whiskey colored eyes dilute as he looks at me.
“Months, if not years. Thank God for fucking vibrators keeping me satisfied. Fuck, maybe I need to buy one of those fake male sex doll things, at least that would be better than wasting my time on fucking duds. Can you buy me one for Christmas?”
Christian is still quiet holding me tight.
“No, fuck it. I need to hire a gigolo, at least they know what they are doing.”
Before I know it I am traveling backward, my back hitting the white walls of the hallway and Christian’s lips are on mine. My best friend is kissing me and it feels so fucking good. Fuck! My brain is a bundle of fuzz; his kisses are short-circuiting my mind.
“Fuck, Ness, there is no way in hell you are going to a fucking gigolo when I am just a couple of feet away.” Our foreheads press together, his breath labored after our kiss.
“But…” My words are silenced by another kiss.
“No, Ness, I am your best friend, I can help.”
Huh, what is he saying? He can help?
“I’m your best friend and friends look after friends, no matter what.”
He kisses me again. I’ve missed feeling his heaviness against me. I’ve missed his strength; the way my body burns with desire when he touches me. Those skillful lips tasting me, teasing me, enticing me. I can feel his excitement pushing against me and I want more, more of him, more of this.
76
Vanessa
Christian grabs my wrist pulling me along the hallway, past the front door I had just entered and toward the bedroom wing of our home. I look around making sure no one we know sees what we are doing. The house is empty as most of the party goers are out the back hanging around the pool. Christian pushes his bedroom door open, then slams it behind us, making me jump. He turns to look at me, his eyes are wild with desire.
“Take off your clothes,” he commands in a low, stern voice, which sends shivers over my body.
“Chris, um…” I hesitate even though I am totally turned on right now.
Christian stalks closer to me, I tentatively take a step back from him.
“That was the wrong answer, Ness.” Tilting his head to the side he pauses for a moment giving me an appreciative look, my skin flushes with goosebumps from his penetrating stare. He surprises me by grabbing my waist and turning me around in his arms, pulling me flush against his aroused state.
“Christian,” I squeal.
“Shh, angel,” he whispers into my ear. One of his strong arms snakes around my waist as he starts to unzip my dress.
“Chris.” Not sure if I am pleading or wanting him to stop as the cool air hits my fevered skin.
“When I ask you to do something in my bedroom, V, I expect you do it.” Warm breath tickles my ear. Shit that is hot, Christian going all alpha on me. My body shivers with desire and anticipation. His fingers run down my bare back following the zip. I bite my bottom lip, suppressing a moan.
“Ness, am I making you ache?” Warm lips touch my neck.
“Hmm,” I mumble incoherently as my body is in on the edge of utter frustration and desire. The straps of my dress fall slowly from my shoulders and pools at my feet. I am standing in nothing but my lacy underwear.
“Nice, very nice, V,” he whispers, liking the white lingerie set I have on. Calloused hands skim over my exposed skin as he traces every dip and curve of my body.
“Don’t move,” he commands.
I am so turned on that I automatically obey. All thoughts of this being wrong have totally evaporated from my mind, all I feel is molten, white heat all over my body. His body heat disappears from my back and I follow his movements as he walks slowly around me, viewing me like some precious art work. He disappears again behind me and I dare not move, soft kisses move down my spine and the ache he is creating between my legs is growing the further he moves down my body.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful, Ness,” Christian murmurs against my skin. He has moved further down from my spine, feather light kisses rain over the back of my hips and further down to my ass. Ever so gently he sinks his teeth into the juicy flesh of my ass cheek. I let out a groan which makes him laugh.
“Turn around,” he demands.
I do so and find him on his knees in front of me, his hazel eyes shimmering with desire. It’s intense and I move to cover myself feeling slightly exposed.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Ness,” he commands while grabbing my arms from covering myself. “Let me see you.”
Biting my lip, I nod.
“Unhook your bra, let me see those magnificent tits, I’ve missed them,” he asks, sitting back on his heels. I hesitate for the slightest of moments but I catch his heated stare and instantly drop my bra, throwing it to the side. He gives me an appreciative smile for a long moment just taking in the view. His eyes roam over my body, my dusty pink nipples are standing to attention pointing directly at him.
“You want more, don’t you?” he questions me.
Of course I do and nod in agreement.
He chuckles. “Take a couple of steps backward.”
I take a deep breath and do as I am told, my legs hit the edge of his bed, stopping me.
“Sit down, Ness.”
I do so and feel the softness of his bed. He crawls over toward me on his knees. “Open your legs.” His hands touch my knees, making me automatically open them for him. He gives me a wicked smile. “Good girl.” He shuffles between them. Leaning forward he blows across my sensitive nipples, his mouth capturing the nipple he has been teasing, my back arches as his tongue swirls around the puckered skin. My hands fist his hair as he plays with my breasts.
“V, I have dreamed of sucking your tits for so long.”
“I’ve wanted your lips on them for just as long as well,” I confess.
“Why have we been wasting time then?” he questions me as his calloused palms massage my heavy breasts.
I let out a strangled moan as a hand squeezes and twists my sensitive nipples. “I need you, I don’t care about whatever rules we are breaking tonight.” I can’t believe I am pleading for my best friend to fuck me. See, this is what happens when you put up with bad sex for so long you lose your goddamn mind.
“Thank fuck, V,” he murmurs against my chest. I watch as he quickly throws off his shirt, then tosses his shoes and socks to the side.
“Wait,” I say as he
touches his belt, his chest is heaving with desire, a look of frustration across his face.
“Let me,” I purr. He gives me a wicked smile. With shaky hands, I start to unbuckle his belt, one by one I pop the buttons of his jeans. Shit! Christian’s gone commando, his thick cock bounces free of its restrictive cover, he is fully aroused, I can tell by the glistening head in front of me. Moving forward I lick the pre-come off his slit.
“V,” Christian moans, his hands automatically finding my head.
Looking up at him as I take him in my mouth our eyes lock on each other. I can feel his heart beat pounding through his body, matching mine. I take him further down my throat as I hollow my cheeks. Christian’s head rolls back and a deep guttural moan falls from his lips. I do it again, loving the way he is responding to me.
“Shit, no, no I can’t,” he mumbles, taking a step away from me, his cock falling from my mouth with a pop. Fuck, he’s having second thoughts. Shit, this was a stupid idea. I quickly jump up to go find my clothes. He must have seen the confusion across my face because he grabs me and our lips are locked again.
His forehead rests on mine. “I don’t want you to stop, Ness. It’s just…” He pauses for a moment, “I am so fucking turned on right now that if you kept on going I would have blown my load, and I ain’t in high school anymore, that shouldn't happen.”
Christian’s confession makes me chuckle.
“You think that’s funny, V, that you have the power to make me lose control so easily?”
“No, but I like knowing that I have that kind of power over you,” I whisper, giving him a seductive smile.
“You always have, V, always.” He reaches out to me, his hands gripping my hips, we take a couple of steps back toward his bed. “Knowing you have been next door suffering in silence kills me.”
My legs hit the end of the bed again and he pushes me to sit, his cock bounces in front of my face, I lick my lips in anticipation.
“All these years wasted when I could have been doing this to you.” He pushes me so I fall back against his bed; he grabs my legs and stretches them wide, his thick fingers pushing the tiny scrap of fabric that is my G-string to the side. He leans over me; his tongue touches the outside of my glistening folds. Shit that feels amazing.
“Stay still, V.” Placing his hand against my chest, I willingly stay, sinking into the softness of his bed. His tongue teases my pussy with each slow lick, savoring me like a fine wine. Never tasting the same spot twice, my poor clit is throbbing in heated frustration as his tongue circles around it, never giving me what I want. It’s like a fever has taken over my body, he has me squirming with each lick until finally he touches the magic spot. The sudden feeling against my clit makes me grab his head to hold him in place.
“You taste so good. I’ve never forgotten the taste of your sweet pussy after all these years.” One finger, then a second enters me, filling me as he keeps me on the precipice while my whole body wants to crash over the edge. His fingers finding my delicate nerves inside of me and with a few more sucks he has me well and truly crashing over that edge.
“Christian!” His name fills his room.
Crawling over me he pulls my lifeless body further up the bed. “Fuck, I love hearing my name on your lips when you come, I need to hear it again.”
“No.” Halting him, a small frown falls on his face.
“It’s your turn now, Chris.” Pushing him onto his back, he willingly lets me. “Where do you keep your condoms?”
“Bedside drawer.”
Reaching over him I fiddle with the drawer, it places my tits right in his face. Lips wrap around my breast making me buck and moan. Grabbing the piece of foil, I let him suck and nibble my breasts while I sheath him. Steadying myself over his cock I slowly sink down onto him.
“Yes,” he hisses as my pussy engulfs him.
Slowly I rise off him again almost letting him slip out as I sink back onto him, listening to his strangled moans with each thrust. I feel so powerful.
“You feel so good, Ness,” he says, with a dirty grin on his face as I ride him hard, taking all my sexual frustration out on him. “That’s it, baby, ride me.”
My tits bounce with each thrust, my clit rubbing against his skin. I can feel his thickness inside of me, filling me, it’s been so long since I have fucked someone that knows what they are doing. His skillful hands are roaming all over my body, fingers twisting my aching nipples, thumb circling my throbbing clit, hands slapping my ass as I ride him. So many sensations; I can feel another orgasm coming deep from within, harder I rub myself against him until I explode and see stars. He flips me onto my back, making me squeal.
“As much as I love your sweet pussy riding me, now it’s my turn, sweetheart.”
He thrusts harder into me, over and over, feverishly. I have to hold on for dear life, my hands roam over his hard body. Finding his perfectly shaped ass I give it a squeeze, urging him on “Yes, Ness, yes,” he screams as I grip him harder until he shudders, a deep groan falls from his mouth. Careful not to squash me he rolls over onto his back taking me with him not breaking our connection. Pushing my hair back from my face, he stares at me.
“Ness, you are so fucking perfect.” He kisses me, making my heart ache. I push any negative thoughts to the back of my mind and just enjoy some of the best sex I have had in a long time.
“Thanks, just what I needed.” I giggle nervously because it’s kind of awkward to have your best friend’s penis still lodged inside of you.
“Are you going to be weird now about this, Ness?”
“No, it’s just a quick fuck between friends.”
Christian frowns. “Just so you know, the night’s not over yet.”
I smile. “Yeah I know there is a party going on outside.”
Shaking his head, he looks at me with a frown. “No, what I mean is, you and me, we haven’t finished. Do you seriously think that after all these years, now that I finally get you back into my bed I am going to let you go?”
“Christian.”
“Ness.” He looks at me sternly. “I had fun, you had fun why can’t we have fun together?”
“Because we are friends and sex always complicates things.”
Rolling his eyes at me he continues, “Ness if you’re worried I’m going to fall in love with you then don’t because I already have.”
Slapping him I reply, “Don’t say that while your dick is still inside of me, that’s just weird.”
“Fine.” He rolls me off of him, quickly disposing of the condom in the bin beside the bed. Pulling me back into his arms he says, “Is that better? No penis in you, can we now have a conversation?”
Looking at him I nod.
“Look I had fun and you had fun?”
I nod in agreement with his statement.
“Then why can’t we continue to have fun tonight just you and me?”
“Just for tonight?” I wanted to make clear that is what he meant.
Christian just shrugs.
“Christian!”
“Yeah, yeah, just for tonight or anytime you have an itch you want to scratch, okay? No more dumb fucks like Nick. You need sex you come into my room and jump me, okay? Its what friends are for.”
I slap him again. “Don’t be silly.”
Christian rolls me over onto my back, pressing me into the bed, he looks at me seriously. “I mean it, Ness. I’m your best friend, we live together, if you need a non vibrator induced orgasm please knock on my door, it will always be open to you.” His lips ever so softly touch mine.
He is serious. “Sex ruins things, especially between friends.”
“Yeah for most people, but we are different you and me. Not many girls act like men when it comes to sex, you know the difference between love and sex.”
That was the truth.
“So I trust that you and I can handle it.”
It sounds like a recipe for disaster.
“You want to add friends with benefits to our arrangement
even though after all these years we have kept it platonic?” I question him.
“We are older now, Ness, more mature.”
I burst out laughing.
“Hey don’t be a bitch,” he whines as he starts to tickle me, knowing the right spots to deliver maximum tickles.
“Stop,” I scream in-between breaths. “Okay, okay.”
Christian stops. “So we have a deal?” he smirks.
“Fine, I promise if I need the D, I will call the C.” We both burst out laughing.
“Sounds like a plan, and if I need the V I’ll call the V,” he says, frowning before we start laughing again. “That doesn’t sound as good.” We fall into another fit of laughter.
“When you need the P call the V,” I say, giggling.
“Okay, V, I need the P,” he whispers into my ear.
“Okay, C, give me the D.” I smile at him as his lips descend onto mine.
77
Christian
“Play that bit again,” Axel asks me and Evan to play our section of the song. We are gearing up for our European tour so we are getting in some practice at my studio. We are also writing some new songs for our new label which we will be launching once we get back from this tour. But my mind is on the fact that Vanessa has gone out on a girls’ night. Not sure why it’s bothering me now, it never has before.
“Dude, where’s your head at?” Oscar punches me in the arm.
Groaning at the Viking’s strength I reply, “Nowhere man just thinking.”
“Don’t think to hard there, you might break something,” Axel teases.
I throw a bottle of water at him which just makes him laugh. “I’m just thinking about our future that’s all, about the end of the tour and about the label, shit like that.” The room goes quiet and the boys all look at me.
“Shit, I think our little boy is growing up,” Evan laughs.
