by Arell Rivers
“Tsk, tsk. You dropped your fork on the floor. Lucky for you, I don’t seem to be using mine at the moment. But that means I’m going to have to feed you.” It puts a wicked smile on my face when she arches up against me, lightly thrusting her hips.
“Okay,” she responds with a small sigh.
“Good girl. Now open wide.” Her upper lips part in anticipation of the pasta while I open her lower lips with my fingers, running my thumb over her clit. Her mouth closes and she leans back into me. “Rose, we’re not leaving this table until you eat all of your dinner.”
“I don’t want food.”
“What do you want?” I murmur, kissing her neck.
“You know,” she sighs again.
“Yes, I do. And you’ll have me. After dinner. Eat.” Feeling how wet she is for me is killing me, but I need to know that she’s as out of her mind for me as I am for her. She’s not quite there yet.
She makes a frustrated noise, but obediently opens her mouth. I reward her with a few more bites of the salmon, moving my hand to her inner thigh. “Good?”
“Very.”
I bring another bite to her lips, stroking her clit with my other hand. It’s heady to have her at my mercy, but my straining erection is getting difficult to contain. “Just one more bite.”
“Thank God. I can’t stand much more of this torture.”
“Good torture or bad torture?”
“The best.”
“Right answer. Now finish your dinner.”
She eats the last bite of pasta. I drop the fork, causing it to clatter on the plate. Rose jumps slightly, and I take advantage by kneading her boob through her blouse and plunging a finger into her opening.
“You’re playing me like one of your instruments.”
“Hmmm, do you like to be strummed like my guitar?” I pretend to play the intro to “Prowling.”
“Oh, God.” She pants. “Please.”
“Please, what? Oh, I know. You want dessert.”
“No,” she groans. We’re almost there. Maybe she is going to ravish me. Despite my body’s insistence on fucking her senseless right now, I’m enjoying seducing her. It’s a novelty.
“Yes, my dear, sweet Rose. There’s a chocolate lava cake in the microwave and ice cream in the freezer. Now go get them for us.” Despite my own body’s protest, I stand her up and gently push her toward the appliance. Her unsteady footsteps bring a huge smile to my face.
“You’re a menace.”
“It’ll be worth the wait, I promise.”
She returns to the table with both the cake and ice cream. Instead of assuming the same position, she sits on my lap facing me this time. To complete my torture, she hikes up her skirt so that she’s bare-assed on my thighs, with her legs dangling on either side of mine. “I think it’s time for me to serve you,” she murmurs, nuzzling my ear.
My cock is nearly bursting out of my pants, but I remember my buzzword. Anticipation. I may have anticipated us both out of a long first round.
She brings a spoon filled with the delicious dessert to my lips. “Open wide.”
On a growl, I do, and she rewards me with a bite of cake and ice cream. It tastes good, but not as good as I know she does. It’s time for me to regain control of this scenario.
Leisurely, I lean in and give her a kiss that promises everything. My fingers lower from her cheek to her boob and down to her slick pussy. I dip inside and then bring my finger to my mouth. “I prefer my dessert without a spoon.”
She gasps and thrusts her hips on my cock, looking at me with eyes filled with passion.
“Cole.”
“Yes.”
I crush her trembling body to mine and kiss her like a starving man. Her kisses are no less passionate. I stand up and carry her upstairs to the bedroom. Yet another silent thanks goes out to my trainer. When I open the door, she takes a sharp inhale. The room does look romantic, if I do say so myself.
“You like?”
“It’s perfect. Now, make love to me.”
I place her on her feet and pull out my phone, changing the playlist to pure sex music, starting with Marvin Gaye. Then I make quick work of removing the remainder of her clothing. Her trembling fingers join mine in tearing the clothes off my body. At last, we’re both naked.
“You are so beautiful, Ro.” I run my finger across her collarbone. “Are you sure you want to do this? Because once I touch you again, that’s it. I’m not letting you go. I’m going to make you scream my name all night. And when we wake up, I’m going to do it all over again. You’re going to be all mine. Tell me you want this.”
“I want this. I want you to make me feel again. Please.”
Who am I to refuse such a pretty request?
Ruthlessly ignoring my own body’s demands, I set about getting Rose even more aroused. I bring her to the edge of the bed and sit her down, getting on my knees between her thighs. “Your scent has been driving me out of my mind all night. Let me show you what you do to me.”
I lean in and lick her clit, relishing her body’s response. Although she stays quiet, her body bows toward me. I insert two fingers into her opening, feeling her spiral toward her climax. Within minutes, she’s coming hard, clenching around my fingers.
I need to hear her say my name. To acknowledge who gave her that orgasm.
“Did you like that?”
“Oh God.”
“I want you to scream my name when I make you come again. Every time. Got it?”
She looks down and bites her bottom lip. “I’m pretty quiet during, well, you know.”
“I need to hear you. I need to know that I’m pleasing you.” Rose’s pleasure is paramount.
“If I promise you I’ll try, will you join me on the bed?” she asks, scooting backward.
Smiling, I crawl next to her. “You are so special to me. Thank you for this second chance.” I have no idea how I performed with her before, but I hope I wasn’t so drunk that I was totally selfish. “Now, come here.”
She turns to me and I suckle at her nipple while exploring her delicious curves with my hands. My need to be inside of her is driving me to be rough, but she doesn’t seem to mind at all. She reaches down and strokes my cock, coating her fingers with my pre-cum.
“I need to be inside of you now,” I growl.
“Yes.”
I reach over to my night stand for a condom, and rip the packet open with my teeth. I roll it quickly over my straining cock. “I wanted our second first time to be sweet, but it’s not going to be,” I pant. “I can’t hold back.”
“Please.”
I’m not sure what she’s asking me for, but I’m beyond rational thought. I line up my cock with her opening and wrap her legs around my body. With a deep kiss, I inch into her tight, wet body.
“You feel amazing, Ro. Are you okay?” I know it’s been a while for her. Years. It makes me proud that she chose me.
“You feel so good, Cole. You’re so big.”
I like the sound of that. I push forward until I’m seated all the way inside her. “So good,” I murmur.
I still and wait for her to signal that she’s gotten used to my cock. God, don’t take long.
“Cole.”
Yes! “Yes.”
I begin to pump into her slick pussy, kissing her lips all the while. Moving my head downward, I suckle her nipples. My cock wants to explode, but it’s more important that Rose is with me, so I reach between us and flick her clit. I’m rewarded with a long, quiet moan. She’s almost there again.
As I desperately pound into her, her hips rise to meet my every thrust. Sweat is covering both our bodies. I look deep into her eyes. “Who is going to make you come, Rose?” I demand.
She groans in response.
“Say it. Tell me.”
She remains silent. In response, I take a deep breath and stop my hips from moving. I want her to understand that this is important. She looks into my eyes and whispers, “You are.”
“That’
s right. Now, scream my name.” I pump into her tight pussy again, circling my hips and feel her shattering beneath me.
“Cole!”
If I had the muscle control, I would smile, but her scream has unleashed my own climax deep within her body. I shout her name as I release into her, milking every last bit of pleasure for both of us.
Once our bodies are no longer shuddering, I turn to her and brush a stray tendril of hair off her damp forehead. After a long pause, which I need to regain control over my mental faculties, I whisper into her ear, “You’re amazing, my beautiful Rose. I love how you screamed my name.”
“Cole, it’s never been like this for me. Ever.”
“Me either. And we’re only getting started.”
I WAKE BEFORE Rose and watch her sleeping peacefully. Memories of our night together replay in my mind. Exploring her delicious body and beginning to learn what turns her on. Getting reacquainted with her flower birthmark. Mostly, however, I hear echoes of her screaming my name as she came. I’m a lucky man, and I’m determined to do everything possible not to fuck this up. Again.
Rose sighs in her sleep and turns onto her back. She pushes the sheet to her waist, exposing her glorious boobs to my ever eager gaze. An uncontrollable desire to suck on her nipple leads me to do just that. My fingers tease and reawaken her tiny bud, causing her back to arch off the bed. Sleepy ice blue eyes greet mine.
“Hello there,” I offer before latching onto her nipple.
“Mmm, Cole. Good morning to you,” she replies while reaching for my cock.
I grin at her. “It will be, Ro.”
And it is.
SOMETIME LATER, WE’RE back in the kitchen, enjoying my signature omelets.
“Do you have anything on your to-do list today? Other than me, of course.” I wink at her and am rewarded by her blush. I will never tire of that blush.
“I need to stop by my place and pick up my mail. Plus, I haven’t talked with my mother in a bit, so I want to call her. I also need to check the web to see if there are any hits on you, Brandan or Jessie that I need to address.”
“Is that all?” I ask with a chuckle.
Smiling, she bumps me with her shoulder. “It won’t take that long.”
“Good, because I need to hear you scream again.”
“I thought you just did.”
“That was ages ago, babe. I need constant reassurance.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“You do that.” I stand and start collecting our plates. “Why don’t you go get on your computer while I clean up in here? Feel free to work in my office.”
She gracefully rises from the table and gives me a lingering kiss. “Hopefully there won’t be too much to deal with.”
My eyes follow her every movement as she leaves the kitchen. Out of the blue, a song filters from my brain and I scramble to find my notebook to write it down. Oddly, it’s come to me fully-formed, lyrics and music together. Seems like I have a new muse, and her name is Rose. Scrambling to capture the words and music, I make my way to my music room and begin to play the new tune on my piano. It’s a song about forbidden love.
I’m lost in composing my new song, oblivious to the time. My stomach lets out a loud grumble, and I check the clock. It’s nearly 3 p.m. No wonder I’m hungry. Why hasn’t Rose sought me out? Well, I’m going to find her to rectify the situation.
My first stop is my office, but she’s not in there. I check the living room, pool and even our bedroom. Still no sign of her. Her car’s still in the driveway, so I know she has to be here somewhere. But where? On a whim, I go to the guestroom she stayed in the night her place was robbed. Bingo! She’s on the bed with papers surrounding her.
“What’s up?”
She looks up at me with a distracted look on her face. “Nothing.”
“That was convincing. Let’s try again: What’s wrong?”
She sighs. “Something popped on Brandan. I just got the green light from Greta to act on it.”
“What did The Ass do now?”
“He’s not a bad guy, Cole. I meant what I said the other day.”
“Right. Well, I bet Gruesome was happy she didn’t have to lift a manicured fingernail.” I move some papers so I can join her on the bed.
“Cole, she’s trained me over the past seven years. Brandan’s her client. As are you, I might point out.”
“Yeah, but you’re the brains behind her operation.”
“You give me too much credit. No, she lands all the clients, and if I’m good at my job, it’s because she’s taught me what to do. I always run my strategies by her before executing them.”
“Does she ever give you any feedback about your strategies? Or compliments, for that matter?” My need for her to get the recognition she deserves is foreign to me, yet I don’t question it.
“She’s been good to me.”
Snorting, I reply, “Fine, let’s drop it. What did he do?”
“Seems like he had a run-in with a paparazzi.”
That’s not something I can pin on his bad behavior. Sometimes the paparazzi are so pushy and rude in their quest to snap a photo. It doesn’t matter to them if it’s a good or bad shot, all that matters is whether they can sell it.
It’s my turn to sigh. “What happened?”
“The photographer made snide comments about his DUI. But what really set him off was what the guy said about his sister.”
“Ouch. That hurts.”
“Not as much as the paparazzi’s nose. Brandan broke it.”
“I don’t blame him.” Sucks having to side with someone Jessie doesn’t like. “So, what’s your plan?”
“His sister got a video of the paparazzi’s venomous verbal attack on Brandan. I plan on releasing the footage to the Hollywood gossip website. Let those guys and the web-o-sphere defend Brandan. As for the broken nose, he’ll have to pay hospital bills, of course, but not before that photographer offers a public apology.”
She moves some papers to her other side, and continues, “I need to get Brandan some positive publicity, though. I know we were talking about getting you back together with Jessie, but now I’m thinking of making her stand by him.”
Jessie will not be happy about this development. Over the past week, Rose has been working behind the scenes to get my name linked with Jessie’s again.
“I’m going to ask Jessie and Brandan if they’re available to go out to a club tonight. They’ll be out together and you can show up and cause a little scene. Jessie can stay with Brandan and send you packing. It will show the world that she supports him.”
“What if I’m busy tonight? I hope I have a date.” I remove her hand from her earring and bite her lobe.
Giggling, Rose replies, “You’ll have to schedule it for a different evening.”
“But I’m thinking that I’m going to be busy all night. My girlfriend has expectations.”
There. I said it. I called her my girlfriend. I hold my breath to see her reaction.
Rose sucks in her breath and her eyes widen, but she doesn’t contradict me. “You’ll have to tell her to keep calm and learn patience.”
I lean over and give her a possessive kiss. “Mine.”
Rose gives me a preoccupied smile, which I detest. When I kiss my woman, I want her to lose every thought in her head. I bend down and claim her lips again. Lifting my head again, I notice that her eyes are dreamy. Much better.
“Send the texts now, and let’s go eat lunch.”
She offers me an adorably embarrassed smile, and it seems to take her a while to collect her thoughts. Good.
Standing beside her, I grin and wait patiently while she digs her cell phone out from under some papers. As soon as she sends off texts to Jessie and Brandan, she takes my hand. I pull her to her feet and maneuver her arms behind her back while pressing her fully against my body. I love how perfectly she fits me.
After a scorching kiss, we walk back to the kitchen hand-in-hand, and are greeted by the
remnants of our breakfast and a sink full of pots and dishes. Shit. I was so involved with writing my new song that I never finished cleaning up. “Let’s go out.”
Rose raises an eyebrow at me, but doesn’t comment on the mess. “How about we pick something up and eat at my place?”
“Afraid to be seen in public with me, Ro? Not to mention you’re trying to pawn me off on an actress. You might be giving me a complex,” I tease.
She laughs and responds, “I think your ego can handle it.”
“You know how fragile we creative types can be.”
With a smile, she offers, “How about we compromise? We can go out for pizza near my place and swing by there. I have to get my mail and Greta is sending a courier there with some of Brandan’s paperwork from last night.”
“Ever the negotiator, huh? How about I’ll see you one pizza joint of my choosing and drive us to your place, then raise you a slow, hard fuck on a surface of your choosing over there.” This is not meant to be a question.
“Well, since you put it ever so nicely, you’re on.” Her stomach rumbles in approval, which, like a yawn, causes mine to chime in loudly. We both fall into fits of laughter.
Ten minutes later we’re seated in my favorite New York-style pizza place in California. The teen waitress starts throwing flirty looks my way while doing her damnedest to shoot Rose the evil eye behind my back.
“Don’t look now, but I believe our waitress has the hots for you.”
“Really? I didn’t notice. Since I’m here with my publicist”—I stress the word publicist—“maybe I should see what she has to offer? After all, I’m about to be publicly dismissed by my starlet ex-girlfriend.”
She glances at the waitress. “Well, if you’re lucky, she might not be jailbait. I’ll leave you to it.”
The young waitress approaches our table. Ignoring my date, she flashes me a brilliant smile, which earns her one in return from me. I’m sure my dimple is getting into the action. Rose kicks me under the table, which only makes my smile broader.
After several moments of grinning at me, the waitress finally realizes that she hasn’t taken our order. Clearing her throat, she addresses me. “Cole Manchester. I’m a huge fan! I’ve heard you come in here, but never when it’s my shift. What can I do you for?”
