by Duvane, JB
I looked down at my turned over bag, and everything in it, as it lay scattered on the ground. When I looked back up at who I'd run into I wanted to die. It was Shane. He was standing right in front of me, his body practically pressed against mine, and before I could move or say a word, he grabbed both of my arms.
"Maggie, are you okay! I'm so sorry, I was looking at all the stuff on the tables and I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going." I looked up into those big, dark eyes of his and I saw that he was smiling—with his eyes and everything this time. There he was, standing incredibly close to me. Our bodies were almost touching, just like that night on the beach. He stood there with his hands on my arms—looking into my eyes and smiling down at me—and neither of us saying a word for a long moment.
"That's okay," I managed to get out. "I wasn't looking where I was going either."
"Birds of a feather," he said, both of his hands squeezing my arms and then letting go. "Here, let me get this for you," he said as he knelt down and started to pick everything up. I dropped down and shoveled makeup and tissue packets into my bag—wondering why I needed to carry all this crap around with me everywhere—while Shane picked up the loose change that had scattered for three feet in every direction.
"Funny running into you again," Shane said. "I'm sorry about yesterday."
"What do you mean?" I asked, my eyes still on the ground.
"I wasn't very friendly at the restaurant. I mean, I hadn't seen you in so long and I don't know … I feel like I should have—."
"I think that's everything," I said as I stood up. Then when I looked at the genuine concern in his eyes I touched his arm. "Don't be silly. You were perfectly friendly."
"Well, if you say so," he said with that dazzling smile. "But, still, I'd like to make it up to you. Are you free for lunch?"
"Well, I …" I looked around for Janine but didn't see her anywhere. "My friend was here just a minute ago, but I don't see her now." I felt my phone vibrate and pulled it out to see a text from Janine.
Go for it!
ttyl
"Well, it looks like my friend had to leave unexpectedly, so yeah, it looks like I'm free for lunch." I smiled up at Shane. "You're sure you don't have anywhere to be?"
"Nope. I'm all yours."
We wound up back at the same restaurant where we ran into each other the day before and took our time eating and talking. At first I didn't ask too many things about his life. I didn't want to pry into his personal life or launch into an attack about the land, so I let him ask questions for a while. But the conversation eventually turned to his life after he left Kauai. It was nice hearing him talk about how nervous he was at first to be making movies with other well-known actors, and how scared he was when he walked down the red carpet for the first time. He talked about all the parties and what it was like to travel all over the world, but, after a while, he stopped. "I don't want to keep talking about myself, Maggie. I can't imagine that it's all that interesting for you."
"No, it is. I really am interested, Shane. I've wondered many times about how you were doing since you moved away and … well … became famous. God, that sounds so terrible. Like you turned into a different person or something."
"Well, it's true in a way. That's the way it feels sometimes, like I'm a different person now—at least the way other people see me. I get treated differently now, that's for sure. I can't say that I love it, but it is what it is. I'm glad you said it that way instead of calling me a …"
"What? A movie star?"
"Yeah," he said with a laugh. "I mean, I know they're just words, but that name has always made me feel a little funny. It makes me feel even more separated from people when they call me a movie star. Like I'm from another planet or something."
"No, I know what you mean. I've never thought of people who do things in the public eye as any different than the rest of us," I smiled. "Or compared them to a ball of gas in the sky."
Shane laughed out loud at what I said. "Well, when you put it that way…" He laughed a little longer, then a serious look came over his face. "It's really great to talk to you again, Maggie. I haven't felt this comfortable talking to anyone in a long time."
"Really? How come?"
"Well, it's the classic problem that some people with a lot of money or fame have to deal with. It's probably kind of hard to understand if you've never experienced it before, though. I never know if someone wants to talk to me because they're genuinely interested in me as a person, or if they only want to be seen with me … or want something from me. Sometimes I'm talking to someone and I look into their eyes and I can tell they couldn't care less what I'm saying. They're just fixated on the fact that they're talking to a celebrity."
"I can't believe people are like that with you. That seems so shallow."
"It happens all the time, and it makes me really uncomfortable. I've gotten to where I'd rather be alone than talk to someone who just wants to be around me because of who I am."
"That's terrible. It must make you feel pretty lonely. But what about your girlfriend, Brittany?"
"Well, I could talk to her, but she's always seemed way more acclimated to the life of a celebrity than I've ever been. I got the feeling she didn't really understand where I was coming from when I mentioned the way I felt to her. I guess not everyone feels this way. Anyway, I just want to thank you for having lunch with me and listening to me."
"You're kidding, right?" I couldn't believe he was serious but when I saw the look in his eyes I knew that he was. "You don't need to thank me, Shane. I've always loved talking to you. I … I've missed you."
"I've missed you too, Maggie." He looked down at his hands for a second, then back up at me. "You wouldn't want to come back to my place for a while, would you? If you don't already have any other plans."
I looked at my watch, not because I had anywhere to be, but because I suddenly realized we'd been sitting there talking for a long time. "Oh my god, we've been here for four hours!"
"Oh god, I can't believe I sat here talking your ear off for so long."
"No," I said. "I've loved every minute of it. But won't Brittany be waiting for you?" I was surprised he hadn't mentioned her more during our conversation.
"No. She flew back to LA this morning. We broke up."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Shane."
"Yeah, she didn't seem to like it here as much as I do." It almost seemed like he wanted to say something more about her but changed his mind. "Why don't we head back to my place? I'd love for you to see it. It's a house up on the cliffs right on the edge of the property I'm in the process of purchasing—you know it, where the cove is, where I … where we went just before I moved away. I don't know if you remember that night? When we hung out there together under that incredibly starry sky?"
"Yes, I do remember it." I wanted to ask him about purchasing the property, but I couldn't after he brought up that night. Every fiber of my being was screaming that he did remember and that maybe, just maybe, it was a special night for him too. I figured I could ask him why he was purchasing the land after we got back to his place. But for now I wanted to bask in this incredible feeling. "Okay, lets go to your place. I'd love to see it."
Once we walked in the door of the amazing house Shane was living in, I suddenly had a sneaking suspicion that I didn't know how to read men very well. I mean, I don't consider myself particularly naive, but—based on what Janine has said about me and how unsure I was about how Shane felt about me—I was way off base with what I thought was going to happen. In my mind, once we got to Shane's place, we would have a drink, sit on the couch, and talk. Not that I didn't want more, I absolutely did. But the part of my mind that doesn't believe that I'm a seductive sexpot didn't have a clue what was about to happen.
As soon as we walked in his front door, I could feel the sexual tension between us. It was almost as if we were being pulled together by a force that was stronger than we were. We kept bumping into each other on the way to the house and then
, once we were inside, Shane turned to me.
"I want you, Maggie. I've always wanted you." He wasn't touching me, but his body was so close to mine I could practically feel every inch of him. He hovered over me, his eyes burning into mine and his hot breath tickling my lips. "I haven't stopped thinking about you since that night on the beach."
I held my breath as his hand moved up and touched my cheek, his eyes still intent and focused on mine. His thumb brushed across my lips and I felt my head tilt back while my body pressed up against his. I could feel his desire for me, hard and firm against my stomach. It felt like a delicious eternity before his lips finally touched mine, soft at first, but then with an urgency that completely took my breath away.
Suddenly, Shane pushed me up against the wall in the entryway, his body pressed firmly into mine and his hands lifting my face up to his. His tongue slid in between my lips to meet mine, then gently moved in and out each time his lips parted. My body melted in between him and the wall as my hands moved up his rock hard chest.
I felt like a rag doll in his strong hands, the way they gently but firmly gripped my face and moved me exactly where he wanted me to be. I couldn't help the moans and whimpers that escaped from my throat, each one seeming to fuel Shane's passion even more.
One of his hands moved behind my head and he pulled it to the side so that he had full access to my neck. His hot lips devoured me while his other hand slid down to my breast. "You feel so incredible, Maggie." When I felt his breath on my ear I reached up, moving my hands across his neck and face, then burying my fingers in his thick hair. Our eyes were fixed on each other and I felt like I was eighteen again, looking deep into his eyes for the very first time.
"Where's the bedroom?" I asked with a shy smile curling up at the corners of my mouth. With those three words hanging in the air, Shane wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up, carrying me through a living room with giant glass walls and down a hallway. I giggled most of the way down the hall, then squealed when he threw me backward onto the bed.
Chapter Six
Shane
I couldn't believe Maggie was really here, sprawled out on my bed in front of me and looking up at me. Her long dark hair was splayed out around her and the smile on her face melted my heart. It was so genuine, not like the fake sexy look so many girls have given me in the past. It had gotten to where I didn't even feel like I could trust Brittany when we were in bed together. I knew she wasn't star struck or anything, like some of the others, but I always got the feeling that she was putting on an act for me in bed. That she didn't actually know how to just be herself.
But there wasn't a fake bone in Maggie's body. Everything she said and did was one-hundred-percent her.
She looked incredible laying there, exactly how I pictured her all these years. So sexy, with plenty of curves in all the right places.
I kicked off my shoes and unbuttoned my shirt, then felt a surge in my cock as I watched her eyes move down my chest. It was nice to be admired when I could actually trust the source and didn't feel like I was in a cheap porno.
Next came my pants and boxers, kicked to the floor with everything else. Maggie still had all her clothes on and I was going to enjoy taking every last piece off. But for now, I was loving the way her eyes took me in.
I crawled onto the bed, my eyes never leaving hers for one second. I straddled her hips, resting my weight on my heels. My hands moved up Maggie's stomach, under her shirt. As I unfastened each button I glanced down at what was revealed to me, my excitement growing as her breasts were slowly uncovered.
Sheer black fabric and lace covered her, but large, erect nipple still showed through. While I bent down and kissed the soft flesh of the tops of one of her breasts, Maggie arched her back and reached behind herself, unhooking her bra and letting the flimsy piece of clothing fall away.
Maggie's breasts were magnificent. They spilled to each side of her chest in a natural way, something I rarely saw anymore. So many of the girls I'd been with seemed to believe that the only thing men were interested in nowadays were a larger, perkier set of tits, when what I'd been craving all these years was something different. Something real. Maggie was everything I'd dreamed about.
I moved my hands up and cupped the soft flesh, gripping both breasts at the same time. The weight, coupled with the silky texture, took my breath away. I massaged both of them, kneading and squeezing them while my thumbs moved back and forth over the hard nipples. Maggie's breath grew quick and shallow when I moved my lips down and sucked one of the sensitive nubs into my mouth. My tongue swirled around while I sucked her flesh inside my mouth and gently teased her with my teeth.
While I continued to focus all of my attention on her breasts, cupping them and licking every inch, Maggie wriggled out of her shirt. Without moving my attention away from her breasts, I caught Maggie's hands in mine as she reached down to take off her pants, bringing them back up so that they were on either side of her head. I could hear her breath suck in as I pressed down on them, letting her know that I was in charge—I would be taking her clothes off.
With my hands back on her pillowy breasts, my mouth made its way between them, kissing and licking down the center of her chest. My hands moved down to Maggie's pants and I made quick work of unbuttoning, unzipping, and lowering them as I inched my way down her body. I could hear the sexy moans coming out of her each time my mouth found a new sensitive spot, but when I pulled her pants off and spread her legs apart the moans took on an even sexier, deeper tone.
I could see her pussy lips and the dark space in between them through her sheer black panties. I pushed her legs even further apart and touched her through the silky fabric. She squirmed underneath me and when I looked up she was smiling, her eyes still closed. I hooked my fingers into the top edge of Maggie's panties and as I pulled them down, her legs closed to allow them to slide off. When they were off, she tossed them to the floor with a kick of her foot. Her eyes opened and she watched me as I moved on top of her, spreading her legs wide and wrapping them around me as I rested my cock in the open space between them.
I lowered my lips to hers and thrust my hips into her, slowly sliding my cock into the warm, slick space in between her pussy lips. She was already wet and it took every ounce of strength I had not to swiftly plunge my cock into her right there and then. I had waited so long to feel her soft, warm pussy wrap around me. I wanted to invade her and finally make her mine, but I also wanted to go slow. I wanted to make this first time last. I knew the sex would be amazing, but the build-up—the anticipation—it was like unwrapping the best gift ever.
I brought her arms above her head again and forced them into the mattress even harder this time. She was so sweet and gentle, but I could see in her eyes that she loved it when I took control. She looked up at me like I was her master and, because it was her, I knew how honest those eyes were. The look she gave me hit me at my core. It was everything I'd ever wanted and had never gotten from any other woman I'd been with. When I looked down into Maggie's eyes, I simultaneously wanted to take everything and give her everything at the same time.
The head of my cock strained against Maggie's opening, but I wasn't going to let this night be over with so quickly. I wanted to draw it out, to hear Maggie moan and squeal as she came, her legs wrapped around my head while my mouth was still buried deep between her pussy lips. Then, with my cock about to explode inside her, I wanted to hear her scream my name.
I kissed her one more time and headed south. Kissing, sucking and licking my way down her breasts to her stomach, I finally reached her neatly trimmed mound. I brought her legs up in the air, then pushed them forward so that they rested at the sides of her chest, her luscious breasts lying there between them. She looked at me with wide eyes, like a deer caught in headlights, as her pussy was spread open in front of me.
I pushed on her legs one more time and Maggie's glistening pussy rose up in the air to meet me. My hands moved down and gripped her ass cheeks then I buried
my face in her musky folds. The sounds that came out of her mouth were amazing. The breathy, high-pitched moans were my favorite. She sounded like she was having a hard time controlling herself and when my lips and teeth wrapped around her clit—and my finger slid inside her, massaging her g-spot—she lost it.
She wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling them back and spreading herself wider for me, and her moans became more like yells. Her hips gyrated underneath me so that it felt like I was riding a horse bareback with my face. With each thrust of my finger inside her, Maggie's hips came up to meet me. She was so wet by this point that rivers of her musky desire were flowing down her ass cheeks and my chin.
I could tell she was about to come because everything became still. Maggie's breathing stopped and her body went rigid. I continued to suck on her clit while massaging her g-spot and when her dam broke, I thought I might come right then just from the sound of her deep, throaty groan.
Just as I had hoped, her legs clamped down around my head and her hips bucked while I continued to eat her. Then, when the intensity became too much for her, she pushed my head down and I moved back. But I was far from done. Moving forward like a panther, I found her wet hole with the head of my cock and rammed it into her with one hard thrust.
The scream that escaped from her mouth and the look of ecstasy on her face were almost more than I could take. My entire body was shaking at this point, from excitement and from the desperate need to come inside this woman. I held out as long as I could and, when I felt myself cross over to the point of no return, I fell onto her, burying my face in her neck while the intensity of my orgasm coursed throughout my body.
I continued to thrust into her, gripping her ass and holding it in place so that I could sink my cock into her as deeply as possible. The sound of her voice and the way her body felt against mine—and the knowledge that it was Maggie—made me come harder and longer than I ever had in my life.
