by C. J. Thomas
“They’re cheap.” I squeezed her tit.
She bit her bottom lip and mewed.
“Imitation. Everyone knows it.” She started breathing heavily as I rolled her nipple between my fingers. “Get new ones.”
My mouth opened and I sucked in her peaked nipple between my teeth.
She fisted my hair and said, “I can do that.”
When I pulled back, my cheeks hallowing out as I released her nipple, it puckered and snapped back into place. “Good.”
She slumped down further into her seat, bringing her finger to her mouth.
My gaze cast down between her thick thighs, still exposed and vulnerable from when I pulled her pants down only a minute ago. “Get sexier panties, too. Understand?” My finger trailed over the cotton.
She nodded once as I cupped her mound.
Her eyes closed and I wedged my hand beneath the hem of her waistline and raked my fingers through her curls. “You need to shave this, too.” I pulled her hairs.
She licked her lips and nodded. “Anything.”
“I need it bare.”
“Okay,” she whispered, a soft breath brushing my lips.
I took her nipple back into my mouth and slid my finger between her folds, finger fucking her until she came.
19
Alex
I HATED how easily I gave myself over to him.
His finger curled inside me and I pulled his face against my chest harder.
Holy fuck.
The way his satin-like tongue felt as it worked over my crazed nipple was more than my body could handle right now. It was supple. Perfect. And oh so deliciously well done.
Nash had me on fire and my panties drowning in their own pool before I had time to even know what was happening to me. He was just that good.
It made me sick that he could make me feel so cold on set, only to flip one hundred and eighty degrees and have me running from the brush fire to keep my skin from burning off with the way he was looking at me now—eager and full of desire.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned and spread my knees wider.
He slipped another finger inside and twisted it as he pressed my swollen nub with his thumb.
I bit my bottom lip and struggled to breathe.
The man knew what he was doing. He had experience. That was why my mind fought my body about what was right and what I knew I should be considering wrong.
Under any other circumstances, I’d tell him to fuck off and be a gentleman. Grow up and be a professional. But remembering how he rocked me into oblivion last night in the alley made it all too easy for me to hand over access to my most precious jewels. I knew damn well he’d spin me off my axis once again, if only I opened the door to my house and invited him inside.
His tongue lapped over my nipple and his fingers sloshed between my legs.
My pulse quickened as I thought back to the way he pulled me across his lap and spanked my ass. He’d caught me by surprise. No way did I expect that. Not ever.
I’d told him what I was worth—I was more than a cleaning lady—yet he put me in my place, and for good reason; I hadn’t proved my value yet. Lucky for me, I’d take that kind of punishment any day of the week.
Spank me, Nash. Then fuck me with your gigantic cock.
Fuck me. That was hot.
He was serious.
Aggressive play that had me smoldering under his fierce dominance, and I couldn’t wait to experience more of what he had in store.
My back lifted off the seat as his tongue circled my nipple, causing it to tighten painfully hard. I tightened my sex around his fingers, intensifying the feeling of how his strong knuckles felt against my center walls.
“Nash, oh God,” I mewed as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
He circled and rubbed my clit more intensely, and I tightened my grip around him—clawing my nails into his thick head of hair. A moan escaped and he laughed. My chest heaved as my body heated to the likes of molten lava just before exploding through waves of pleasure.
He slowed his finger-assault and massaged my lips with my juices as I shuddered through my orgasm.
I hugged his head close to my chest and opened my eyes. “Oh shit.” I started laughing uncontrollably.
Nash was still completely lost in my body as he flicked his tongue over my breasts. “You taste fucking amazing.”
“Nash.” I pulled him away. “Look.”
He lifted his head and rotated to the window behind him. “Who gives a shit?” He turned back and dove his head between my tits.
I giggled but only because he’d just blessed me with an incredible climax.
There was something about him fucking me here; doing what he was doing with people walking by, cars roaring past, and this woman sitting at the bus stop who seemed to be able to see us inside, just staring and enjoying the show, that made his sex appeal hotter than I could have ever imagined was possible. But I still had to ask. “Can she see us?”
“So what if she can?” He pulled his fingers from my wetness, leaving me feeling empty and depressed.
The woman never looked away, and the longer she stared, the more weird I felt about the whole thing. “You get off fucking in public, don’t you?”
Nash lifted his chin and smirked at the same time he pinched my nipple and leaned back.
He didn’t care. It was almost like he got off on the risk of getting caught or having other people watch. That was what had my head spinning.
What made him want to do it? Because it certainly wasn’t my style. No. I was always a closed door kind of girl when having sex.
“Don’t worry. My windows are tinted for a reason.” He winked.
My brow arched and I wondered how many other women he did this with.
I didn’t want to know.
“Just in time.” He looked out the rear window.
I pushed myself up and took a look myself—the bus. “Fuck.” I pulled my pants back up over my hips and pulled my blouse shut.
Nash just laughed as he crawled to the driver seat. “You better hurry. I think it’s your bus.”
I glared at him as he stared at me in the rearview mirror. Quickly, I gathered my things and opened the door closest to the sidewalk.
“Alex.” He turned to look at me.
I twisted around to find Nash’s dark piercing eyes sparkling. “Remember what I said.”
The bus honked its horn at Nash blocking the spot.
“New clothes. Shaved pussy. Got it,” I said like it was no big deal as I hurried to make sure I didn’t piss off yet another bus driver today.
He smiled. “Let me know when that happens.”
I gave him a questioning glance back.
“That’s when I’ll fuck you with my tongue.” Then he sped off, disappearing into the traffic.
20
Alex
I CAVED.
He made me weak.
I did what I promised I wouldn’t do—again.
My feet left the bus floor and I hugged my knees to my chest and stared out the window, knowing that I had a long while before my stop.
What the hell did I just agree to?
A man across the aisle was talking to me, trying to get my attention, but I wasn’t in the mood.
Men on the bus loved to flirt. Like, all the time. It drove me nuts. What was it about a lone female on the bus that invited such an open invitation? It never made sense. Unlucky for them, I was never interested. And no surprise, they weren’t my type. None of them had what I knew I wanted.
He kept talking and gave me no choice but to turn and show him the back of my head.
Now, if they were attractive, then maybe I’d give them a chance. But that was the thing. They weren’t. No, I needed a strong man with good hygiene. Someone who made me believe they could protect me. Sex me up so good I could forget anyone else existed. And the more I went on thinking about the kind of man I needed, the closer it resembled Nash.
Nash—he had all that.
I wanted it and he knew it.
I pulled out my phone and thought about messaging Kendra. She wouldn’t believe who’d been rocking my world these last couple of days. But no matter how much I wanted to tell her about Nash, the money, and how he kept finding a way to shower me in the most spine tingling, toe curling orgasms known to womankind, now wasn’t the time.
The bus slowed its speed, pulled over, and stopped. The man who wanted to talk with me said, “Goodbye, sweetie,” and left the bus.
I breathed a sigh of relief as the weight of his creepiness lifted off my shoulders.
When the bus pulled back into traffic, my gaze cast down to the front of my blouse.
I loved this guava colored blouse more than anything I owned. This outfit wasn’t cheap. It was the most expensive thing I had. It was my best. By far. Nothing in my closet even came close to competing. And I didn’t take my time getting dressed this morning because I wanted Nash to tell me it was cheap or imitation.
I grinded my teeth as my eyes closed.
God, if he’d seen the rest of my closet, I’d have no chance. But it was the best I could do. I owned the clothes and shoes I could afford, and I didn’t have the money to spend getting newer, fancier, much more expensive clothes than what I had now.
At least not my own money—but I did have money.
Who made those kinds of requests, anyway?
New clothes. Shaved pussy. You got to be fucking kidding me.
I shaved my legs, trimmed my curls, but a bare pussy? Really? That wasn’t a request. It was a demand. A plea only made by a control freak.
But it was also an ultimatum—do it or he’d send me on my way. “Adios, Alex. Good luck getting into Hollywood now.”
My arms squeezed my legs, clamping my thighs tighter together.
I knew exactly what he wanted and what I needed to do—get a wax. Wax my legs, my pussy, and, of course, my asshole. And when I did, tell him so he could flick his tongue over my clit and up and between my folds.
I laughed and shook my head as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
There was only one real problem I saw with all this. New clothes, shoes, waxing, and the makeup that would follow all cost real money. Money I did not have, and money that was not mine.
Who was this man I kept allowing to push me around? And why did I allow it?
It wasn’t me to let men walk all over me.
Nash had somehow become the exception to my rule. A guideline I followed for the last six years.
Of course I wanted to do everything he asked of me. Because the second I did, he’d find a way to knock me off my axis with that seriously long, thick cock of his and punish me into hot orgasmic bliss.
My teeth clamped my bottom lip as I chuckled.
He’d fiercely fuck me with everything he had. No doubt about it. And that was what I really wanted to happen. To live in a fog induced perma-orgasm created by Nash Brooks, morning, day, and night.
Slow.
Fast.
Hard.
Finger.
Tongue.
Cock.
And in whatever way he needed. I’d allow him to do anything as long as I kept walking away feeling like I did now—like a woman who had the best sex of her life.
A man walking on the sidewalk caught my attention. He was carrying a duffel bag, similar to the one I found last night, and instantly my feet were pulled back down to earth.
I hadn’t thought about the money very much today. There wasn’t any time to do so with everything else that was going on, but I needed to seriously consider my options.
With each beat of my heart, I could hear it telling me what I should do—report it to the police and forget I’d even held it in my hands.
But I didn’t always do what was right.
And I certainly didn’t want to regret giving it away. Especially knowing that it was the kind of money that could change my life for the better.
My head told me something different. That the mess that had became my life would take me years of financial success to equal that which hid beneath my bed right now.
There was no denying I was getting kicked out of my apartment.
There was nothing I could do to change that.
Nash said I needed new clothes and to take care of some personal items if I were to stay working close to him.
I couldn’t change that either.
These were cold, hard facts that defined my reality. Whether I liked it or not, it was what it was and the time to decide what future I had was now.
Using the money I found, and spending it as if it were my own, would solve both those problems. I could get a place all to myself. Finally live on my own without the bullshit that came with having a roommate. I could purchase expensive clothes that would keep Nash hard, and I could start playing the part I’d seen myself playing for so long now—superstar Hollywood filmmaker Alex Grace.
But two questions kept resurfacing over and over.
Whose money was it?
What if they found out I had it, and had spent it?
My hands shook, knowing the consequences would be dire. Perhaps even life threatening. No one just had a quarter million dollars in cash unless they were into something dangerous themselves. That was the one thing I could confidently agree with myself on.
My forehead dropped to my knees as my stomach rolled over on itself.
The only comfort I found was in smelling Nash’s cologne still lingering on my clothes. A moment later I could taste him on my lips. Then he had my breasts in the palm of his hands. And soon my thoughts drifted out to sea as his cock stretched me, filling me completely. By the time I snapped out of my fantasy, a dream that was quickly getting away from me, it was my stop.
I walked straight to my apartment building, still clouded with images of Nash. Rounding the stairs up to the second level, I strode down the hall and stopped when I heard an all too familiar, and dreadful, sound.
Even from out here, I could hear my roommate fucking.
“That cunt better not be in my bed,” I said to myself as I opened our front door, thinking back to Kendra’s comment.
Her moans and his grunts filled the apartment, leaving me with a disgusting taste in my mouth. I rubbed my arms and couldn’t help but feel like a mold was growing on me. I felt gross and it was all because of her.
It should never feel like this when coming home, I thought to myself.
I ran to my room, shut the door, and pulled the duffel bag out from under my bed.
This is it. Use it to get out of here. Make your life better. You deserve it.
Her screams got louder, like a small dog yapping.
I unzipped the bag and picked out a brick of hundred dollar bills.
My entire body shivered when I heard her tell him to fuck her harder.
The money smelled like freedom.
My brows drew tightly together as I listened to her come.
I couldn’t take another day of this. Even if she was the one to kick me out.
My thumb flipped through the brick of cash I had in my hand and blew my bangs off my forehead.
My mind raced.
I knew what I had to do. It wasn’t the choice I should be making, but it was the only choice I saw.
I had to go through with it. It was the right thing to do. A risk I was willing to take. For me, my future, and where I knew I needed to go. This dream of being a Hollywood filmmaker was just something I couldn’t shake. I’d wanted it for far too long, and now it was within reach.
I didn’t stumble across this money. No. It came to me. The universe was conspiring to give me what I wanted. And it was up to me to take what I wanted before someone else ripped it out from beneath my nose.
I stuffed the cash back into the duffel, zipped it shut, and slung it over my shoulder. Reaching for my phone, I dialed Kendra. Whe
n she answered, I said, “Girl. Let’s go shopping.”
BOOK 3
On My Knees
The Hollywood Nights Series Vol. 3
CJ Thomas
21
Alex
A SOFT GLIMMER sparkled over his immaculate body.
He sauntered over to me with sex in his eye. “Roll over and get on all fours.”
My hand flattened over my mound, preventing him from seeing how wet I was. I slowly lifted one knee and tilted it over my opposite leg, doing what he demanded.
When I glanced over my shoulder, my nipples tightened at the sight of his hardness.
He stroked himself as his eyes lingered on my round ass sticking straight in the air.
“Alex.”
When my eyes opened, I was back in the lecture hall with the other interns packing up at the end of class and Professor Fields staring in my direction.
“Shit,” I said under my breath. I knew what he was thinking. And no, I wasn’t sleeping. Just daydreaming, about—.
“Well, now I know why Nash is making your life a living hell.” Val hovered over me.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to listen to what Professor Fields had to say, because I did. But Nash had cast his spell on me and I couldn’t go five minutes without thinking about him.
“I don’t mean to sound motherly, but this isn’t just some class.” She crossed her arms, turned her head, and glanced back at Fields.
I smoothed down the front of my brand new sleeveless V-neck mini-skirt that fell just above the knee. If it wasn’t for Nash and his ridiculous request, I wasn’t sure that I’d have found the nerve to begin spending the money I found. Thanks to him, I now had something I could wear that was sure to get the attention of all men—it was designer and totally red carpet quality.
“Whatever.” I stood and brushed past Val.
“That attitude isn’t going to get you anywhere,” she called at me as I made my way to the front of the class, hopping down each stair with enough enthusiasm to get my hair bouncing off my shoulders.
“Ahh . . . my brightest student. How are you Alex, dear?” Fields smiled as he stood casually with his hands in his pockets.
