by JA Low
“Oscar.” He turns around quickly, the soft light illuminating his impressive body. “I know you’re not into staying.” Slight panic flies across his face. He probably thinks I lied about my sex is just sex chat. “Stop freaking out. I can see it on your face.” He schools his expression. “If you want to stay and wake up to a blow job, stay. If you don’t and want to go back to your villa and wake up to your hand in the morning, go.” He gives me a smirk.
“Better be a fucking good blow job.” He drops his clothes and stalks toward the bed.
“I promise. It will be the best I have ever given.” The bed dips as he jumps in.
“Get some rest, little one.” He kisses my forehead. “I’m going to make you work for it in the morning.” I snuggle into him, he wraps his large arms around me and we fall asleep.
The sun is streaming through the window. I rub my eyes. What is that? I realize there is a tanned arm wrapped around me. Shit, that’s right. Last night comes flooding back and the throbbing need between my legs is there again. I look over at Oscar and take him all in. His intricate tattoos, every line of muscle on his body until I see Thor’s hammer standing to attention and looking awfully lonely. I did promise I would wake him up with a blow job. And I am a woman of my word. I ease his arm off of me and slide down. He is spread out in a star shape, almost as if subconsciously he is ready for me. I slip between his thick thighs and stretch my mouth out a little, warm her up because I think she’s about to get the work out of her life. Once my lips are good and wet, I slip them over the tip. Slowly. Ever so slowly I sink down over him. A grunt comes from the sleeping giant. His dick twitches. I suck harder and push further down until I am almost to the root. Strong hands hold me there.
“Take it all, kitten. You promised me,” Oscar’s gravelly voice commands me. Relaxing, I take the last inch until he is almost down the back of my throat. Those strong fingers lace through my hair as he starts to control me. I suck him harder which pulls a sweet groan from him. “Good girl. You’re so good at sucking my cock.” Hell yeah, I am. “Spin around, Stacey.” I freeze. “I want you on my face.” He pulls my face up, those ice blue eyes staring hungrily at me. I do as I am told.
8
Stacey
We’ve been back from Australia for a couple of weeks. Before we left for Australia, Derrick closed on a gorgeous bungalow in West Hollywood not far from the apartment. It was a great price. How could he not take it? Although I am a little bummed we aren’t roomies anymore it is nice having some time to myself. I love Derrick, but he’s a little full on. Working with him and living with him, my quota of Derrick was filling up fast.
While in Australia, Oscar and I hooked up a couple more times. It was amazing. I have enough spank bank material to last me a lifetime. We both agreed that whatever happened between us was fun and nothing more. But he did mention that he would sort out one night where he would take me to his favorite place, the one which brings fantasies to life. I’m not turning down that offer for anything, I am utterly curious, especially about the strict rules. So intriguing.
Tonight is Oscar’s thirtieth birthday. Apparently he’s hosting a huge Hollywood party at a friend’s house. Isla tells me there is going to be at least a two hundred people there, and heaps of eligible bachelors. Which probably means the party is full of immature douchebags, but who can turn down free food and drinks. Not this little bird. Derrick, Vanessa, Isla and I arrived together. Sienna is on bed rest after all that international travel while heavily pregnant.
“I’m not looking forward to this,” Vanessa moans, clutching Derrick tightly.
“You’ll be fine,” he whispers to her. Isla and I look at each other. Something happened between Vanessa and Christian while in Australia, but she won’t talk about it. When we got back to LA, it was like World War III between the two of them. She’s even contemplating moving out and staying with Derrick for a little while. It must be something really bad because these guys have been friends forever. Guess when Vanessa is ready to talk she will. Our names are checked at the door and we are ushered in. I haven’t been to too many of these Hollywood parties, so the opulence still astounds me. The music is pumping, people are everywhere. As you enter there is a pool right in the middle of the house. A pool!
“Let’s find the bar,” Derrick shouts over the music. We follow him through the throngs of people. It’s overwhelming seeing people that I know from TV or movies standing around. Even the DJ is famous; he had his own reality TV show. Derrick hands over four tequila shots to us; we throw them back.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Vanessa groans. “Look up there.” She points to the mezzanine level and there sits Dirty Texas, minus Evan. They are surrounded by a bevy of beautiful women. Derrick hands us a cocktail. My eyes bounce between the famous rock stars, each with a beauty on their lap until I get to the birthday boy. There he is with a beautiful brunette who is wrapped all over him, he seems somewhat interested but she is most definitely trying hard to keep his attention by thrusting her enormous fake tits in his face. I know he’s a boob guy, he told me so, but he’s not that into fake boobs. Sadly the girl doesn’t realize. Oscar looks down at that moment and catches me staring at him. Great, now he probably thinks I’m being weird. I hold up my cocktail in his direction and mouth happy birthday to him. He smiles back and raises his glass back in my direction. The brunette notices the exchange and doesn’t look happy, the daggers she is throwing my way indicating so.
“Fuck, I’m over this.” Vanessa turns on her heel when Christian starts kissing the blonde on his lap. Derrick follows after her.
“Men suck,” Isla adds when we are alone. Finn is preoccupied as well with a groupie.
“They do, but you know what? Screw them. They all seem to be having a great time. Why are we sitting here feeling shit about ourselves?”
“Are you jealous about Oscar?” I choke on my drink at Isla’s question. How the hell does she know? “Derrick tricked the boys and got it out of Oscar that you two have kissed. Lucky that’s all you did judging by his antics tonight.” Thankfully she only thinks we kissed. I’m guessing that’s all Oscar let slip.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. It was just a drunken kiss.”
“Look, I’m not blind. I can see Oscar is attracted to you and that there is some chemistry between you both. But don’t get your hopes up, because up there…” She points to the group of girls “…is what he loves. He’s addicted to groupies, they all are. I mean they have sex laid out on a platter for them. Why the hell would they have to work for it?” She’s right. I see what she means.
“Issy, I’m fine, honestly. I can tell the difference between a quickie and long term potential.” She throws her arm around my shoulder.
“I wish I could be more like you then, because seeing Finn up there is killing me.” One drunken night at my apartment, Isla filled me in on her secret relationship with Finn. I feel for her.
“You and Finn have a long history together. Oscar and I have met a handful of times.” She shrugs. “Come on. Forget about those rock stars, let’s circle this party and see what fresh meat is out there.”
“I like you’re thinking."
We found some fun in the shape of hot nerds. Tech guys. Down from Silicon Valley for a meeting and got wrangled into coming to this party before heading back up north. They are charming, witty, funny and extremely intelligent. They were surprised that we were interested in talking to them because most of the women at the party were more interested in the actors and rock stars there. Well, the gold diggers at this party are doing a bad job; they have latched onto the wrong guys. Always go for the hot nerds. They make billions. Rock stars and actors only make millions. Not that I care about money. It doesn’t impress me at all. Most of the night I have been talking to an Aussie guy called Adam. He creates video games. Ones I haven’t heard of but I’m sure are popular. It was nice just chatting about how different America is to back home.
“Do you mind excusing me? I just need to ni
p to the toilets,” I tell Adam.
“Need me to come with you?” Is he propositioning me? “Shit, not like that. Just as you…” Adam gets flustered trying to make it right.
“It’s okay. I won’t be long.” He nods and sips his beer nervously.
“Hey, I’m just popping to the loo,” I tell Isla, who tells me she’s happy to stay with the boys. She’s clicking with one of them. Slowly, I make my way through the crowd, but no bathrooms. I spot the staircase, surely there has to be one upstairs.
“Hey.” A deep voice makes me turn around. I’m shocked to see Oscar.
“Hey, happy birthday.” I give him a hug.
“Thanks. What are you doing upstairs?”
“Trying to find the toilet.” He nods with his head to follow him, and takes me into a bedroom off the hallway.
“Just in there.” He points. The room is empty. I quickly do my business and make my way out.
“The party is crazy. Are you having fun?” He shrugs at my question.
“I don’t really know anyone,” he tells me. Huh? But it’s his birthday.
“Then why on earth are you having this party?”
“It’s just what you do. Network. Have fun. Meet people.” Guess that makes sense.
“Well. I hope your night is a success. I better get back downstairs.” He takes a step closer to me. Those ice blue eyes staring down at me.
“It will be.”
“Oh yeah, have fun with that brunette. She’s hot.” Oscar’s eyes narrow on me.
“Are you jealous?”
“No. I told you that in Australia. It’s your birthday I hope you have fun.” I give him a reassuring smile. He frowns at me. “Seriously, Oscar, don’t you believe me?” He shakes his head. “Fine, come with me.” I grab his hand and pull him out of the bedroom. “Hey girls.” I point to the blonde and red head talking in the corridor. Their eyes light up when they see Oscar tailing behind me. “Do you ladies know who this is?” They both nod enthusiastically. “Do you mind coming with me for a moment. I promise you it’s nothing bad, actually I think it might be fun.” They both agree. Oscar looks a little shell-shocked. I pull him back into the room we just vacated.
“Hi. I’m Stacey. This is Oscar. I need you ladies to prove a point for me. Do you girls mind kissing him for me?” They both look at each other and giggle. “One at a time or together, whatever works.” They both meander up to Oscar and take turns kissing him. His eyes are on me the whole entire time. I give him a thumps up, which he doesn’t appreciate, pulling himself from the girls.
“Ladies. I need you both to do me a favor now. I promise you, I will finish what we just started. Stacey has given me two perfect presents for my birthday.”
“That’s because I’m a good friend.” I cross my arms.
“Yes. Yes you are.” The girls’ heads turn between the both of us. “Now I want to be a good friend to you.” What does that mean? “My friend here has never kissed a woman and I want to see her kiss one for my birthday.” My eyes widen. He thinks I won’t do it.
“Me. Can I do it? She’s super cute,” the blonde pipes up.
“Aww, really?” I say to her, a little shocked.
“Oh my God, yes. And that accent. You’re a total babe.” Oscar chuckles behind us. His arm lazily rests over the redhead’s shoulders. The blonde moves closer to me. “I promise I’ll make it good.” The next thing I know her lips are on mine. They are soft. So very soft. And she tastes like caramel, it must be her lipstick. Her hand is soft against my face. It feels the same yet different. She pulls away and turns to Oscar proudly.
“That was the perfect birthday present.” He smirks at me. I’m a little shell-shocked, but it was nice.
“Well thanks for that. It was lovely. I’ll leave you guys to it, have fun.” I give them all a wave. Stepping back out into the corridor, I make my way back downstairs.
“Hey, there you are.” Adam runs into me. “I was worried. Isla told me to come find you.”
“This place is like a maze.” Why do I feel like I just cheated? “Thanks for looking for me.”
“No worries at all.” He gives me a lazy smile. God he’s cute. I kiss him, you know, just to see how I feel about that other kiss. He pushes me up against the wall. I wasn’t expecting him to be so forceful. He presses himself into me and I can feel underneath his clothes is a man who looks after himself. A throat clears and I turn to see Oscar and his two friends staring at me. The girls are giving me thumbs up, but the look Oscar is giving me feels mixed. Did he seriously think he would be the only one picking up tonight?
“Do you know him?” Adam asks, looking over at the striking Viking.
“He’s the birthday boy.”
“Have a great night, Oscar.” I throw him a salute. He grunts then turns on his heel, the two girls following him. The door shuts with a bang.
“Is he?” Adam asks as he notices three people entered the room.
“Sure is.” He looks a little impressed. Poor little nerd.
“So, um, Isla wanted me to tell you that she and Seth were going to leave and if we were interested in leaving.” Adam nervously rubs his neck.
“Where are we going?” My hands rest on his hips.
“Um.” His cheeks flush. “To a hotel.” He bites his lip.
“Are you asking for a sleepover?” I tease. This makes him smile.
“If you’re interested. Yes.”
“I’m very interested.” I pull him closer to me and kiss him.
9
Stacey
I pop my head into Isla’s office but she’s not there.
“You looking for Issy?” I clutch my chest in fear at the voice behind me.
“You scared me.” Oscar grins down at me, amused.
“Vanessa and Issy left early today. I think they were headed to California Bros. down at Venice. They were mumbling something about men being dicks. I didn’t think it was my place to butt in.”
“Thanks. Might skip heading all the way down there at this time of night. The traffic will be crazy.” Oscar nods his head in agreement. “I think it’s a night on the couch with some takeaway, sorry takeout as you guys say, for me.”
There’s a crash in the distance from one of the offices, we both look at each other.
“Ignore Christian. Things haven’t been great since Ness moved out.”
“Shit. I knew it was bad but didn’t realize it was like this.” I can feel the tension radiating through the office. “Guess I’ll let you go deal with that.” I turn on my heel.
“Wait,” Oscar calls out. “I was just about to leave. Did you want to grab something to eat?” I’m a little surprised by his request, but I am hungry.
“Sure. It beats eating alone.” I take a couple of steps forward and quickly turn around, running right into the Viking. Damn him for being a wall. “Hang on. You can’t go out and eat like a normal person. Don’t you need security or a motorcade or something?”
“Well…I was kind of hoping for takeout on your couch if it’s on offer.” Really? I place my hands on my hips. “I haven’t seen your place before. I’m intrigued.” My eyes narrow on him. “Plus, I can order from any restaurant you like and have it delivered.”
“Any?”
He gives me a crooked smile. “Yeah, any. You know who I am, don’t you?” I roll my eyes while shaking my head at him.
“Wow, never thought I would hear that line in person. Mighty big ego there, Mr. Eriksen.” He moves closer to me.
“Matches everything else that’s big.” He says it with such a straight face, I burst out laughing. Oscar just stares at me in bewilderment.
“Oh, you’re serious. Was that supposed to be a pickup line?”
“I’m guessing it didn’t work.” He folds his large arms across his chest.
“Yeah, nah, totally didn’t. But I’m too starved to say no to a free feed though.” This makes him smile.
“It’s the least I can do for subjecting you to such bad pickup lines
.”
“Oh no, those lines deserves alcohol. Your shout for dinner is because I’m gracing you with my presence.” I get a hard swat across my ass.
“I guess you’re worth it.” He gives me a heated look. Tonight might get interesting.
We arrive at my apartment easily enough without anyone spotting him. He orders from his favorite restaurant and gets them to add in a couple bottles of wine.
“This is nice.” He looks around my apartment. I always thought it was spacious but with a hulking Viking in my living room it seems rather small now. Oscar takes a seat on my sofa, his body taking up most of the two seater. I take an arm chair to give us some distance.
“How are things with the shop?”
“Since Sienna’s had Ryder? He’s just adorable, isn’t he?” I don’t wait for Oscar to answer. “It’s been pretty busy, especially with Derrick getting so much publicity after styling all those actresses for awards season.” Most of that went over Oscar’s head. “Tonight is actually the first early night I have had.”
“That’s good. And you’re enjoying living by yourself?” Hell yes, especially since I have commandeered Derricks old bedroom with the walk-in wardrobe.
“I love Derrick, but it’s Derrick.” This makes him laugh.
“He’s an interesting character.” That he is. “So…did you do anything for Valentine’s Day?” I sit back in my chair and look over at him.
