Scandal: The Complete Series

by Alison Foster

  My senses go numb and my knees weak. If he keeps talking like that, I’ll collapse in his arms. There’s something hypnotic about his voice and the way his eyes dig into me, scraping away my defenses.

  “Let me show you,” he says with a growl.

  I reach out and take his hand to hold it in mine. “What do you want to show me?”

  He grins and a tickling buzz shoots through my belly. “How to be really alive,” he says, folding the fabric of my thin dress in his free palm to bare one leg to the hipbone.

  His fingers graze against my inner thigh, stealing a whimper from my lips. “Not here,” I say with desperate need in my voice.

  “Here,” he insists. “Just feel.”

  With that he spins me around and his jacket around my shoulders falls to the ground. He pulls my back against his body. The beauty of the night dazzles my senses. Jaxson’s fingers crawl under my dress again, his tongue trailing along the side of my neck, licking the skin there in slow motion.

  I grab his hand to prevent it from going any further, fighting against the wishes of my own body for one second, but then I let go, tired of thinking, tired of working everything out in my head a million times. I know I should stop him, but I don’t want to. I just want to submit to his need. I want to feel everything he wants me to feel.

  His hand becomes more intrusive, tracing my lacy panty line gently. I arch my hips, spreading my legs for him as one finger slides under the elastic band of my panties.

  “Soaking wet,” he breathes in my ear, as if I didn’t know already. “That’s what I’m talking about. Little Ella comes alive.”

  He uses both hands to yank my panties down around my knees. The shock makes me fall forward and he has to support me by placing his hands around my hips.

  “Jaxson,” I moan but I don’t know if it’s even audible. I kick the panties off until they lie in a small ball on the grass.

  He wraps his hand around my thigh to stroke my swollen lips, cupping a breast with the other hand. I feel his erection hardening against my ass and the small of my back and twist my neck back to find his mouth. We kiss hungrily while a breeze tantalizes my wetness.

  His finger slides inside me. I gasp and surrender. He catches me again before I fall. “You’re the sweetest little thing, aren’t you?” he says. “Touching you feels like heaven.”

  All words and thoughts fall from my mind. I am just his now. My body is my gift to him and his long, sweet cock.

  I’m moaning inside his mouth again and again as he works my clit delicately with his fingers, those talented, beautiful fingers that must have spoiled some of the most stunning women in the world.

  “Oh, God,” I say as he presses his finger deeper inside me. “Jaxson, yes, yes.” That’s the extent of my vocabulary as he drives me beyond madness.

  He squeezes my breast, finding my nipple underneath the soft fabric and twisting it gently. His fingers flick over my clit again, pressing harder, making me choke for air. I’m totally defenseless now, done for, a melting mess.

  My knees start trembling and I have to lean against him to stay upright. Pleasure hits me like lightning, sharp and fast, blinding and demanding. I ride the waves wildly, grinding myself against his hand, crying out incomprehensible words. None of it is ladylike.

  “That’s a good girl,” he says. “That’s it, let it all out.”

  He picks me up as soon as I stop shaking, arms wrapped under my shoulder blades and knees, kissing my lips softly. “Even the night breeze got a taste of you,” he says slowly. “Isn’t it wild to feel everything all at once?”

  I nod, barely. Even my neck muscles are exhausted.

  “You’re a lovely girl,” he says with a gentle smile. “You must come down now but take your time.”

  I shake my head. “More,” I say. “Come back to my place with me. Fuck me tonight, Jax.”

  He laughs. “You are a hungry little vampire. How sweet. There’s nothing I want more, Ella, but I can’t. I have to do some damage control. I’ll pick you up tomorrow around noon.”

  I find myself strangely anxious and not wanting to let him go as if he could vanish if I turned my back for a second. I guess I could beg him to let me taste him or at least wrap my hand around the thick erection that’s throbbing so close to my body but he’s already walking us back to the car, talking about his plans for tomorrow.

  In the car, his face is focused on the road, or maybe somewhere deep inside his mind, and when he kisses me goodnight outside my apartment building, I think I see a chilling darkness deep in his withdrawn eyes.

  —eleven—

  June 27

  The ocean rolls in with a murmur outside the window of the big Malibu mansion where Jaxson has taken me. He doesn’t want to tell me who the owner is but I plan to find out later when I have a chance to google the address. All he has told me is that it belongs to a Hollywood producer.

  “Why the secrecy?” I said as he was showing me around the grounds of the mansion. “I will find out eventually.”

  “You might, but it won’t be because I told you.”

  I shrugged and let it be because all I care about is doing many naughty things with Jax anyway. And I will as soon as he comes back from the kitchen where he has gone to prepare something to eat. I shouldn’t have told him that I was starving but then again I will need the extra energy if we’re going to do all the things I have in mind.

  “Hey, Jax,” I say, raising my voice, “can I check the news on your iPad?”

  “I’ll have to connect it to the Wi-Fi,” he says and a moment later he shows up, taking it from the glass coffee-table where he left it when we arrived.

  He hands it to me and I do a quick google search for my name. The only items that appear are links to my Daily Scandal articles and my Facebook and Twitter pages.

  “That’s interesting,” I say. “Not a single reference about last night. I guess you really did do damage control.”

  “Why don’t you search for Jaxson Cole’s new girlfriend instead,” he says with a crooked grin before he heads back to the kitchen.

  As soon as I hit enter, my eyes haze over the numerous headlines posing questions about Jaxson and his mysterious girlfriend. The pictures are totally incriminating, showing Jaxson and me in a passionate kiss, so close to each other not even a needle could fit between us.

  “Have you seen all this already?” I say when he comes back carrying two plates of food.

  “Yes,” he says, “I have indeed.”

  “There’s no mention of my name anywhere. They don’t know who I am and my face can’t really be seen.”

  He bends his face at me. “Trust me, if anyone wants to find out your name, they will do so quite easily.”

  “But why would they care?”

  “You don’t know how this industry works, I guess, despite your infamous profession.”

  I shrug. “Anyway, it’s meaningless. Some other minor scandal will pop up soon enough and they’ll forget all about us.”

  “Come here,” he says, patting the spot on the couch beside him.

  Moving from the armchair by the window where I’ve been sitting to join him on the couch already has me aching in anticipation of his touch.

  “Do you like eggs?” he says.

  I nod because I do. I have eggs almost every day.

  “What about strawberries?”

  “I love strawberries. Anything that’s red, really. Tomatoes, cherries, watermelon. I could live just on red produce.”

  “Good,” he says, offering me a plate with a veggie omelet and a strawberry parfait on the side.

  “Yum,” I say as I put the food in my mouth. “That’s delicious, Jax.”

  “Thank you,” he says, taking a few bites off his plate. “You must know that I live for compliments not related to my appearance. Any progress on the investigation?”

  “I’ve no idea. I turned my phone off this morning so I wouldn’t have to speak to anyone. It’s still off actually.”

 
“And why would you do that, Ella Wade?” he says, using his fingers to wipe a few crumbs off my lips.

  “I guess I felt overwhelmed,” I say, maybe blushing a little.

  “What if I had called to cancel our plans?”

  “Well, that would have been unfortunate.”

  He takes the plate from my hands and sets it down on the table before he pulls me onto his lap. There’s an unmistakable bulge in his shorts and it makes my heart race a little.

  His lips search for my neck, tickling me. I put my hands under his shirt, pulling it over his head. He helps me, raising his arms, until the shirt is off and my hands rest on his sculpted chest for the first time. His heart pounds quickly under my fingers and his breathing quickens. I love the effect I have on him, the little vulnerability that fights against his cockiness.

  I let my hand slide down over his impressive six pack and then I feel it—a wide, dark pink scar that begins under the left side of his rib cage and wraps all the way around to the middle of his back. “What is this?”

  Kisses rain down on me, on my face, my lips, my neck and my chest and I realize that he doesn’t want to talk about the scar.

  He hasn’t seen me naked yet but I have. I’ve seen his pictures. There are no scars in the pictures. Yes, I googled him last night like a shameless stalker, okay? So, sue me. It’s the time we live in.

  He must sense that my thoughts are taking over because now he goes straight for the star buttons on my lovely lilac blouse with the bare back that I put on just for him. He undoes the buttons one by one, letting the blouse hang open on the front. I don’t have a bra on. My breasts are perfectly outlined under the thin fabric, waiting for him.

  Jaxson slides a hand inside the opening of the blouse, taking one breast in his palm. My mind goes blank as a bunch of nerve endings are being attacked mercilessly.

  “Sweet little babies,” he says softly. His thumb teases my nipple for a while and then his hand pushes the fabric aside so he can suck the little bud into his mouth. I arch my back, unable to withhold my moaning sounds.

  He surprises me, picking me up by my ass in one scoop. I wrap my legs around his waist. My breasts are being smashed against his rock-hard chest. He plants a kiss on my nose and then one on my lips. I don’t know why, but I bite his lower lip hard until he yelps.

  “Bad, bad girl,” he says. “You need a lesson or two.”

  “And who will teach me?” I say, laughing in his face.

  “All right, that’s it.” His powerful legs start walking for both of us, his hands squeezing my ass tight.

  He carries me up the stairs like I’m weightless and lays me out on the biggest bed I’ve ever seen with a canopy the color of milk chocolate above us. The sheets under my back cool down my hot skin somewhat.

  Jax swipes at my shorts and panties and pulls them down both in one swing. For a moment, he stands above me, staring at my naked body, speechless. He gives me a smile and then grips his own shorts.

  My eyes stare in disbelief. “Oh my, that’s almost too big,” I say, reaching out to pet his long, thick erection with both hands.

  His expression is that of pure delight. “Do you like my cock, baby?” he says, placing his hand on top of mine, guiding me to squeeze him some more.

  “I do,” I say with a shudder. “Let me have a taste.”

  My heart starts racing even faster as Jaxson nods and lies back on the bed. This man is the fantasy of millions of women all over the world, yet, here he is, sporting a huge erection just for me, letting me play with his body as I like while shattering my mind into millions of needy pieces.

  I grab both hands onto him, taking the head of his glorious cock into my mouth. I suck on him a bit, licking across his length before I take him in deeper. He pulls at my hair and makes loud moaning sounds and then he withdraws his cock from my mouth.

  He flips me on my back, spreading my legs open and before I can say a word, his face is between my legs. “Such a sweet pussy,” he says, as he gives me a first lick. “Now, close your eyes.”

  His word is my command. I shut my eyes tight and let him take control. My pussy has never been so happy. His tongue laps at me slowly and in total unison with my breath. I don’t know how this is possible. Is Jax magic or is my body adjusting to the rhythm he’s setting?

  It doesn’t fucking matter. He increases his speed, licking up and down my throbbing pussy and then settles on my clit, sucking hard on it for a moment and then licking it and then all over again.

  It’s barely been a few seconds but I’m losing my mind already. I can’t take so much pleasure. Jaxson overwhelms me with every touch. “Oh yes, lick me like that,” I say in a frantic voice. “Lick my tiny pussy, baby. Faster. Lick my clit faster, I’m going to, oh fuck, baby, your tongue is so hot.”

  I can’t control myself. I let go, panting and whimpering, forcefully opening my eyes as his tongue leads me to a spectacular orgasm where all senses need to participate. I hope I don’t squirt all over his face.

  I’ve lost track of my name and my memories. All I know is the ocean roars through the open window. I pull on his hair, twisting my hips, rubbing my throbbing nerve endings against his mouth and tongue until there is no breath left in me. Fuck, I never knew an orgasm could be that overpowering, creating such expanding sensations that course through my entire body.

  “Who knew you had that mouth?” Jax says, kissing my inner thighs. “Do you always talk that much when you’re orgasming?”

  “I did?” I say, confused. “I thought I stopped talking when the climax hit.”

  “Nope,” he says with a chuckle. “You talked dirty the entire time, baby.”

  That’s fucking messed up. “I’m sorry,” I say, still trying to get down from my high. “I was kind of out of body.”

  “Why would you be sorry?” he says, bringing his lips onto my breasts. “I loved it. I love hearing you come completely undone.”

  “It was too sweet,” I say, petting his hair. “Almost unbearable.”

  “You want unbearable? I’ll give you unbearable,” he says, tonguing one nipple, making my flesh pucker.

  I gasp out loud as I realize how much more I need, how close I am to a second climax.

  Jax pinches the other nipple, licking it for a while before he flips me over on all fours. He rubs his hard shaft all over my ass, teasing my pussy with his thick tip.

  “Please, Jax,” I say weakly. “Fuck me now. I don’t care if it hurts.”

  He laughs, stroking my clit some more. “For a sweet little girl, you sure have a dirty mouth.”

  I turn back to look at him with pleading eyes. I want his cock inside me so bad, I’ll beg if I have to.

  He reaches into a bedside drawer, keeping his eyes on me. “You have a delicious ass. I can’t wait to bite into it,” he says as he finds a condom and quickly unrolls it onto his cock.

  “Do it,” I urge him. “Bite it.”

  “All in good time.”

  He gets back into position, gripping my ass hard as he pushes himself inside me, opening me up to him and filling me so impossibly I forget how to breathe. No teasing, no foreplay, just magnificent girth.

  His hands hold me firmly in place as he plunges inside me, pushing me forward again and again. His cock crushes in and out of my aching pussy as his hand reaches over to find my clit.

  I am overflowing with lust and frayed nerve endings exploding wildly to my core. My body tingles and throbs through the shock and mild pain of his size as he withdraws and thrusts back deeper and harder into me.

  His cock inside my pussy and his hand on my clit work together to drive me crazy. He fucks me rudely and selfishly and I love it more than I could have ever dreamed. He’s fucking my pussy like he’s mad at it.

  That’s when I realize there’s something else going on. He’s holding something soft and light, a feather maybe, and uses it to stroke the sensitive spot between my pussy and my ass.

  What the fuck? Goddesses of the seven Kingdoms, what the hel
l is he doing to me? He’s trying to make my next orgasm nuclear.

  “There’ll be nothing left,” I whisper.

  He ignores me and assaults me from all directions. I realize Jax was right and I never really knew what it felt like to be completely alive until now. He rams into me with his brutal rhythm and then strokes me ever so gently, he uncovers and even discovers—yes, discovers—new parts of me, because I swear, I didn’t know those nerves existed.

  “Yes,” I scream, afraid he’ll stop, “I. Fucking. Approve.”

  “Sweet little slut,” he says, bending his body over mine to bite my earlobe until, yes, oh yes, until he manages to suck my earrings off. Both of them. Good job. The boy is a pro.

  That’s my last thought as I explode all over his cock, crying out his name, quaking and trembling uncontrollably.

  Jax pulls out when my manic quivering slows from my persistent orgasm, yanking the empty condom off his erection.

  I’m confused at first but then he flips me on my back, his moans as loud as anything I’ve ever heard, grunting like a ferocious animal as he squeezes his massive erection and comes all over my breasts and belly, his hot semen lacing my skin in uneven patterns.

  “Oh fuck,” he says, as he squeezes the last drops out and then falls to my side with a sigh.

  We lie next to each other, panting quietly. “I told you you’d be the death of me, Ella Wade,” he says, running a hand over my breasts, rubbing his sticky cum all over my nipples. “Leave them like that,” he says in a guttural voice. “Don’t shower today.”

  “Are you serious?” I say, laughing. “Do you know how much sweat I have on me?”

  “Just do it,” he says, giving me a deep, wet kiss.

  I try to protest but the truth is I love being covered with his hot load. I love the growing intimacy between us. He might be a mystery to me still but his attention to my needs and feelings has been sincere. Even after having sex with me, he acts like I’m terribly important to him.

  Jax sits up, taking a look out of the window. My eyes land on the deep scar on his side again and I reach out to feel the rough skin there.