Hollywood Stardust Supporting Roles - Wilson and Giselle
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“Not only does it count, but it doesn’t surprise me. Something tells me that you are very strong and very responsible.” She leaned in closer.
He bent down, meeting her nose to nose. “Something tells me that you are exceptionally smart.”
Before he had time to think about what was happening, she moved forward and caressed her lips against his.
Her kiss stoked his already aroused senses and without second guessing his next move or worrying if he was doing the right thing, he grabbed her shoulders, pulled her closer, and deepened the kiss.
A kiss she whole-heartedly returned.
Lord, lord, lord, he didn’t remember the last true kiss he received, or gave for that matter. Especially not one that included tantalizing tongue tangling, little moans and a woman twisting her hands in his collar to bring him closer.
“I think I have to go get a part for the dishwasher.” Out of nowhere, Harvey interrupted their interlude.
They both turned toward the intruder.
“What should I tell him?” Wilson didn’t mean to voice the question.
“Tell him to finish tomorrow.” Her laugh vibrated through him.
According to their schedule, they needed to get the plumbing done. Electricity would be tomorrow. Everything had rules and regulations and a method.
Giselle nuzzled his neck.
“Harvey come back tomorrow, I’m suddenly busy.” The schedule could go to hell. “Close the door on your way out.”
They looked at each other, and as if thinking with one mind, they went right back to their make out session. Now their kisses possessed more urgency and passion, her taste filled him, sweet with a tang from the alcohol, and he had to have more, feel her up against him.
She must have wanted the same thing. Her hands wandered over his chest and she balanced on her knees on the barstool in an attempt to get closer to him.
Not wanting to stop her from doing whatever she wanted, and needing her as well, again he did the unexpected, in a move that even surprised him, swiped everything off the bar and pulled her over.
She continued kissing him and lay right down on the bar. With no hesitation, he joined her and they both turned to their sides to continue their explorations.
They moved fast. In a flash, she helped him pull his shirt off and then leaned up and yanked her own tiny t-shirt over her head, revealing the most magnificent set of breasts he ever had the pleasure of seeing barely contained by a red bra that had to be for decorative purposes only.
The temptation too great, he went for exactly what he craved and lowered his mouth to those incredible mounds.
“Um.” She raked her fingers through his hair.
At her encouragement, he pulled the bra over her breasts and guided one of her tight, pink nipples between his lips.
Beneath him, she squirmed as he flicked his tongue over the little nub and grazed his teeth over her, then giving the same attention to her other side, while his hand snuck under the hem of her skirt. Running his palm up her shapely smooth thigh, he discovered she chose not to wear any panties. He was done for. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
While he tended to her, she rubbed her hand over the outside of his jeans. He couldn’t help but let out a groan and sucked in his breath when she quite deftly opened his button fly using only one hand and reached inside his boxer briefs.
“Wilson.” She turned to her back and lifted one leg, hiking her skirt up.
“Um.” He returned to her lips and his fingers roamed to her center. The woman was as turned on as he was, and he relished how smoothly his fingertips delved into her.
“Break in this bar yet?” As she spoke, her lips grazed his.
“Break in the bar?” He could barely form a coherent sentence.
“You turn me on.” She took his chin in her hand and stared into his eyes. “Get a condom.”
Never had he heard a woman be so incredibly direct with what she wanted.
Never had he been more turned on.
Never had he cared less about the ramifications of his actions. Anyone could walk in here at any moment, and he wasn’t going to go check the doors.
Instead, he got his wallet out of his back pocket, managed to get the condom he dutifully stashed there, and held it up.
She snatched it out of his hand. “Let’s see what this bar can do.”
“It should be solid.” He positioned himself between her legs and watched as she rolled the condom over him.
Right there on his bar, with his pants half down, he sank into the most incredible woman he had ever met. Her slick tightness surrounded him in what could only be described as pure paradise. In an effort to keep himself in check, he lowered his face to her neck, kissing her and inhaling.
Truthfully, nothing helped, he had to go for it.
She let out a mew and wrapped her legs around his waist. “I’m sure the bar can handle whatever you want to throw at it.”
A woman who told him what she wanted. Desire surged through him and he decided to give into both their needs and thrust into her.
“Ah.” She nodded and bit her lip. “More.”
He went with his own urges let go and plunged into her. The euphoria of simply following what his most primal self wanted overwhelmed him, especially since he was gifted with an active lover, one who moved with him, helped him set the pace, and not only returned touches and kisses, but initiated them as well.
His body burned. Each time he drove into her pushed him closer to combustion. He reached back and lifted her hips, embedding himself deep inside her with every stroke.
“Oh, oh yeah.” Giselle panted and fisted the hair at the back of his neck. “I’m going to come.”
“Let go, baby.” The simple thought of making her orgasm edged him ever closer. The power of their rhythm caused the glasses hanging above them to clink together in time to their pleasure. “I’m with you.
“I’m there.” She arched her back.
The ripples from her end were all he needed to be submerged in the most exquisite ecstasy. His muscles tensed, followed by intense waves washing over him as he hit his climax. Their bodies throbbed together, and he was hit with two more crashes of wild bliss before the perfect calm consumed him. He moved to her side and took her into his arms. “Oh, my God.”
“Whoever built this bar should be given a bonus.” She laughed, kissed him and propped up on her elbow. “I never come the first time with a guy. I usually end up in the bathroom getting myself off and then wanting to go home.”
“And what do you want to do right now?” He had to ask, but if she said she had to go to the bathroom, he swore he was going to go flush his head down the toilet. Somehow, he managed not to ask what happened the second time.
“I’m starving.” She raised her eyebrows at him.
“I can fix that.” Relief washed over him. He supposed with him, the second time didn’t matter. Score. “Can I take you out?”
She shook her head and his heart sank.
“I don’t want to move from this spot.” To prove her point she stretched out on the bar.
He had to feed her and glanced around the space. “Do you like nuts?”
“I think I just proved I’m a huge fan.” Giggles escaped her throat.
With a Cheshire grin, he gently slid off the bar, turned his back to her to deal with the condom and wash his hands, then he retrieved a huge can of mixed nuts and rejoined her.
“Oh, mixed nuts, your bar is going to be fancy.” She pulled the lid off the can and proceeded to pick out about ten cashews. “All bars have nuts, but not the mixed kind.”
“Yeah, Logan thinks mixed nuts are more classy than peanuts, and they’re a conversation starter, but more expensive. You can get a ton of peanuts for cheap. The salt helps people drink more.” He shrugged and opened his mouth when she parted with one of her cashews and fed it to him. “Did you know the cashew is actually not a nut?” That question precisely was why he had problems with women, and he winced.
“Allow me.” The heady post-orgasmic haze still encompassed him, and he used his tongue to scoop up the disobedient snack. While cashews were delicious on their own, when mixed with Giselle they were a delicacy. “It’s a seed, not a nut.” Somehow he couldn’t shut his mouth up.
“What’s the difference?” She scooped up another handful of nuts and placed an almond on each of her breasts.
Well, he had to give her props for not laughing him off, and actually seeming interested. He nipped up each one of her offerings. “A nut is a fruit and a seed is in a fruit.” One day he would learn to shut up.
“You don’t say.” Now she created a line of walnuts down to her bellybutton.
He followed her trail, only wishing she had gone a little lower, and looked up at her.
“You know there are few things about nuts and seeds that you don’t know.” She grinned, appearing as a girl stuck with her hand in the candy jar.
“Enlighten me.” He had to know what she would come up with next.
“You were right, they are a conversation starter. She stuck out her tongue and fed herself a cashew and chewed it. “All your facts are making me horny again, and nuts are full of calories.”
“Do we need to burn off some of those extra calories?” He put the can of nuts aside.
Her answer was a slow nod.
His erection swelled once more. This woman brought out something in him, something he liked and for once, he was going to take advantage of it. He crawled on top of her. His bar would never be the same. It would be better.
Chapter Two
FIRST DATES.
If Giselle had a list of things she hated, and she did -- along with bugs, orange lipstick, dry shampoo and hazelnuts, she hated first dates.
A first date was more like a job interview rather than a fun romp with someone you wanted to make out with, and the way Wilson formally asked her after they had sex a second time on his bar made her feel like she needed to put on a suit rather than a short tight mini dress with sky-high heels.
Her heart seized when at exactly seven o’clock on the dot the doorbell rang. Didn’t the guy even know to be a few minutes late? Keep it casual? Keep it light? They were going out for food and sex, they weren’t solving any major problems like trying to rid the world of orange lipstick.
She combed out her hair once more and took her time walking across the apartment. Once she opened the door, she almost slammed it right in her date’s face. The guy had the audacity to not only wear a nice suit, but also bring flowers and some sort of wrapped box. Unless that box held tutti-frutti flavored condoms, she didn’t want any part of it. Hey wait, that may be a great invention. She had to remember to write that down and ask Ivy about it later.
“I know it’s cliché, but I brought you some flowers and candy.” Wilson held out the offerings.
Before reaching out for the gifts, she assessed the man. At least he was as good looking as the night before, maybe even better, but he seemed a little pale, maybe a case of nerves.
This romance stuff belonged to Ivy, not her. She couldn’t pine away for anyone, let alone get to the point where she shivered at the thought of someone, wondered what they were doing. No, she watched all her friends go through the misery.
Wilson had that look. The expression on his face that said it could be more. Well, she would be the dream date cause she wouldn’t go there, tie him down and make him do anything striking of a commitment.
Now it fell on her to set the tone of the evening. “Do you ever wonder why an orgasm is better with someone else than just doing it alone? I mean you would think it’s the same thing with or without someone, but the act of having someone give you an orgasm, rather than just taking one for yourself, is so much more satisfying.”
His mouth opened, but he didn’t speak.
While he considered her words, she took the flowers, put them on the coffee table and then plucked the box out of his hand. Refusing to be the girl who didn’t eat in front of a guy, she tore the wrapping off the box, had one moment of mourning for the fact it wasn’t flavored condoms and then smiled at the high-quality handmade chocolate. Without further ado, she shoved one of the treats into her mouth and then did the same to Wilson, especially since his mouth was already open. “You never answered my orgasm question.”
He finished chewing his chocolate and swallowed. “Well, I think I would have to say that orgasms are meant to be shared.”
At his answer, she nodded and grabbed her purse off the side table. “That’s good, I also hope that’s on the docket for later tonight, or now, I’m a go with the flow kind of girl.” Chocolate in hand, she glanced up at him as she closed the door and walked by him on the way out. If nothing else, they wouldn’t have any of that weird wondering if they were going to have sex or not. They had sex last night, so why should tonight be any different?
He rushed in front of her and opened the door to his SUV.
“Thanks.” She settled into the seat and watched him practically trip on his own feet getting into the driver’s side.
He shut the car door, shoved the key into the ignition and turned to her.
“Did you want to kiss me?” She licked her lips.
“Who are you?” He furrowed his brow, but put his arm around the back of her car seat.
“Giselle Abromowitz.” She told him the obvious.
“Yes, you are.” He lowered his arm to her shoulder and connected their lips.
She took it upon herself to open her mouth and instantly deepen the kiss. There was something about his taste, the way his soft lips molded to hers, or maybe the way he moaned and wrapped his arms around her that spurred her on.
He held her tight and not only took his chance to explore her mouth, but gave her a turn as well.
Above all else, his kisses were genuine. Everything about him was genuine. In a world that played mind games with no directions to follow, he was real. Something told her he lost more games than he won, and in turn she could do as she pleased, knowing she would get an authentic reaction from him.
She took in the best part of his authentic reaction when she ran her hand over the bulge in his suit only to be met with the full-fledged erection that gave her a hell of a lot of pleasure the night before. Her body flooded at simply taking in the contours, even through the thick denim fabric. When Wilson’s hand wandered to her chest, his fingertips going right to her already sensitive nipples, she squirmed.
“God, you’re hot.” He bucked his hips. “I’m not going to be able to drive to the restaurant.”
“Are you hungry?” She kissed his ear, sliding her mouth down to his neck and giving him a little suck. The tang of his aftershave tickled her tongue and made her crave more.
“No, I’m not.” He attempted to pull her closer, took her chin and found her lips once again.
Not one to be kept from her goal, she reached over, found the automatic seat adjustments, moved his seat back as far as it would go, and straddled him. “I say we have some fun.”
“Oh, yeah.” He slid his palms up her thighs, pushing her dress up and revealing the fact she decided to forgo underwear in this evening’s ensemble. “Holy shit.”
“Is it a throb or a burn?” At his reaction, her arousal amplified. She quickly unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants, and pulled down his boxer briefs. His erection sprang into her waiting hand and she eagerly gripped him, treating him to a few strong strokes.
“A throb or a burn?” His fingers traveled between her thighs and circled her most sensitive spot.
Before explaining she leaned back and relished in the sensations he created. “You know, your need, does it burn throughout you or is it more of a throb taking over your body?”
He stared into her eyes. “It’s both and with you it’s overwhelming.”
“Strange, fro
m what I feel it’s definitely hot and throbbing.” She continued to rub up and down his length, but went progressively slower. “Am I the only one who can make it better?”
“You’re making me ache.” His answer came in pants, and he attempted to pull her down for another kiss.
“Get me a condom.” Their lips brushed against one another as she spoke.
“Do we need to go inside?” Somehow, he managed to fish his wallet out of his pants, then he flipped it over and fumbled until he found the condom.
“Can you wait to go inside or do you want me to take the ache away right here?” Something told her she needed to push his limits and it had been far too long since she let go and enjoyed herself in this arena.
Once he shook his head, she tore the condom open, sheathed him and since she was more than ready, wasted no time in lowering herself down upon him.
“Ah.” His head fell back hitting the seat. “You’re so tight.”
The way her body stretched to accommodate him was welcomed. She sucked in her breath and took a second to allow her body to adjust to his size.
Finally, her own burning took over and in need of relief she ground against him.
“Like that.” With only what she could describe as a look of bliss on his face, he shut his eyes.
“Or like this.” She braced on his shoulders, raised herself up and stopped with only his very tip inside her.
“Giselle.” His gaze traveled to where they were joined and back up to her face.
In response, she simply raised her eyebrows. She would force him to let go.
“You’re going to make me insane.” At las,t he grabbed her hips and pushed her down.
“Yes.” She gasped. “Come on Wilson, take what you want.”
Without any more prodding, he wrapped his arms around her and thrust up into her. Over and over again their bodies met, collided and drove them both closer to their end. This was exactly what she needed, had to have.
“Oh, God, babe. I’m there.” He plunged into her. “Come with me.”