James Black

by Skye Turner

  He laughs. “What are you going to tell them?”

  I look at him and the tent he’s sporting. Slipping off his jacket, I hand it to him with a grin. “You should probably cover that.”

  He grimaces. “Shit… I’m going to have blue balls anyway…”

  I laugh and step up to him. Leaning up on my tip-toes, I run my finger over his cock and nip his chin. I laugh as he groans out, “Yeah, not helping.”

  “I’ll make it up to you.”

  He throws his head back and looks at the sky as I head to turn off the heater and head back inside.

  I chuckle all the way back to the table. flAme RioT is back on stage. Julee looks us both over and smirks. “Everything ok?” she calls out.

  I nod. “Everything is fine.”

  She licks the rim of her margarita and stares at us as she takes a sip from her straw. I can see the gleam in her eye.

  Shit, she knows.

  “Y’all were gone for almost an hour.”

  I roll my eyes at her and say, “We were talking.”

  She laughs heartily. “With words?”

  I kick her under the table and glare at her. James laughs and says, “AJ has agreed to help get me home. I’m tired and filming starts back up on Monday.”

  Julee stares at him and then at me. I can read the question in her eyes. She’s concerned about another Mathais. Shit, so am I, but I’m optimistic I can handle whatever is happening here. After all, he’s a movie star. He’ll be here until it’s time to leave and then he’ll head off to film his next blockbuster. I have no illusions of a happily-ever-after. That shit doesn’t exist in real life anyway. This is not a movie. I know that and I’m ok with it. I can just hop on this train for the time being and enjoy the ride for as long as it lasts.

  Sure you can, Cinderella.

  Shut up. I can handle the good sex. And that’s what this is. We’re going to be fuck buddies. No strings. No commitments. No drama.

  He’s a MOVIE STAR.

  I know he’s a movie star.

  He pays you. It’s not right.

  Shit, I know he pays me. But he pays me to DRIVE him, not FUCK him. I want to fuck him.

  Angel, go away. Devil, come out to play.

  Chapter Thirteen

  James

  AJ is quiet. Too quiet. We’re in the cab on the way to my apartment and she’s just sitting there, looking out the window.

  Leaning over, I breathe into her ear, “Are you ok?” Be ok. “Second thoughts?” Say no.

  She looks up at me and reaches over, running her hand over my hips through my jeans. “Nope. You?”

  “No, but you’re quiet.”

  She smiles at me. “I know. I’m envisioning all the things I’d like to do to you.”

  Holy hell. Instant hard-on. I could hammer nails with this thing!

  Sucking on her earlobe, I say, “In a bit, imagination becomes reality.”

  She inhales deeply and squeezes my thigh. My cock twitches. Turning her head, she licks my lips and dips her tongue inside my mouth, running it over my teeth.

  Why is that so erotic? She’s so enticing. Who knew this wanton woman was in there all this time?

  I bite her tongue and she gasps and cups my length. I lightly groan into her mouth.

  How much longer is this damn ride going to be?!

  She scoots closer so she can whisper in my ear. “Have you ever fooled around in a cab before?”

  I close my eyes as her hand dallies over me. “Nope. Have you?” I look at her as I ask. I’m really curious.

  She shakes her head no, but smirks at me. “I have not… yet.” Her hands unsnap my jeans and slip inside. The sound seems as loud as an explosion. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning as she teases me.

  I rasp, “You’re going to pay for this.”

  She looks at me with desire and excitement on her face. Her hand is gliding over me. Her finger slips over the tip and captures the bead there, then rubs it over my entire length.

  Dear God. I’m getting a hand job from a minx in the back of a fucking cab. I’m about to throw her on the seat and fuck her right here.

  She’s watching my face. She’s enjoying this. Before I can process it, she leans down and licks my tip.

  My hips intuitively rise and she giggles.

  Gritting my teeth, I mutter out, “Avangeline. I swear to God. If you don’t stop…”

  All rational thought leaves my brain as she takes me into her mouth… In a cab.

  She looks up at me as she blows me. My restraint is non-existent and I’m hanging on by a thread. I look toward the front. Thank God the cab driver is looking at the road and not in the rearview mirror. Holding her head, I guide her as she devours my length.

  She’s really getting into it and if her quiet moans are any indication, she’s enjoying this almost as much as I am. Looking out the window, I recognize the street. We’ll be at my apartment in less than two minutes. Pulling her off me, I mouth, “Almost there.” She nods and sucks me one more time before releasing me with a pop.

  She’s trying to make me nuts!

  I don’t even remember paying the cabbie, but I suppose I did. Unlocking the door, I pull AJ in after me and without flipping on any lights, lift her against the door. Her mouth crashes into mine and her legs wrap around my waist. She pushes my jacket down my arms and with my help and the support of the door, I manage to throw it to the floor without putting her down or breaking the kiss. She’s no longer trying to be quiet and her voracious moans are making me crazy. Grasping the hem of my shirt, she yanks it up. I have to stop kissing her to get it off, but once it is, I fling it over my shoulder and return to her delectable mouth. I don’t even have the patience to wait until we reach my bedroom. Setting her feet on the floor, I reach for her jeans and unbutton them. She helps me peel them down her legs. A hand on my chest stops the insanity for a brief instant.

  What are you doing? Don’t stop. Dear God, don’t stop now.

  “These boots zip on the inside. One sec.” I hear a zip and then a thunk as she pulls one and then the other off and drops them to the floor. Not wasting an instant, I grab her hips and feel the satin of her panties. I push them down as she shimmies, and as they fall, she kicks them off. Lifting and turning her, I sweep my arm out and clear the hall table, knocking everything to the floor.

  The crash startles Marie who starts barking in the kitchen. I call out, “It’s ok, girl. It’s just Daddy. Go back to sleep.” She whimpers, but stops barking.

  I set AJ on the table and she shrieks as the cold marble top touches her bare ass. Before she can wriggle too much, I kneel in front of her, spread her thighs, and plunge my tongue into her pussy. She howls with pleasure and grinds against my face. My tongue travels her slit before I concentrate on her nub. She’s bucking against my face and hissing, “Oh, James… Yes… Oh, yes… like that. Just like that. Fucking eat me. Just… like… that…”

  Her legs are clamped around my head and I’m determined to make her scream. My tongue works furiously against her clit as I plunge three fingers into her again and again. She screams out, “Harder. Harder. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”

  I don’t stop until she screams my name with her climax.

  *

  Avangeline

  James is devouring me and I’m on the verge of losing my fucking mind. My legs are locked around his head and I’m holding on to the edge of the table as I ride his face. His cunnilingus skills are unimaginable. I’m going to die. Literally, I can’t handle it. I’m going to fracture into a million pieces.

  Dear God, don’t stop. Please keep doing that. It’s been so long since I’ve felt like this.

  Shit, I’ve never felt like this. Here it comes…

  I’m squealing, “Harder. Harder. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”

  Ohhhhhhhhhhh, FUCK!

  I scream out with my release before slumping back against the wall.

  It’s so dark in here. I can’t see. I can ba
rely make out James’s outline as he kneels on the floor in front of me.

  Scooting down, I kneel in front of him and grab his face. Using my hands, I find his mouth and trace his lips with my fingers. His chin is sticky with my juices. Leaning down, I lick it. He groans. I’m tasting myself.

  When his face is clean, I kiss him. He ravishes my mouth as we stand up. Without breaking our lip service, he scoops me into his arms, and walks farther into the apartment. My naked ass is touching his bare chest. I realize the only things I’m wearing are my shirt and bra.

  We clear a door and he crosses the room. The shades are open in here and the moonlight is beaming into the room, spotlighting the bed. He drops me onto it and I hear his zipper fall. He quickly discards the remainder of his clothes and climbs in after me.

  I’m resting on my elbows, staring at the vision in front of me on the bed. The moonlight is creating sexy shadows and my stomach is fluttering wildly as I take in the picture. God, I wish I had my camera. Not that I’ll ever forget the sight in front of me.

  He’s kneeling and his muscled perfection is illuminated by the moon’s glow. The planes of his chest and abs could be chiseled from stone, they’re so perfect. My gaze travels down to the light dusting of hair that leads directly to his manhood… His rigid manhood, standing proudly at attention, begging to be worshiped.

  My eyes lift from his incredible body to his face and I see that he’s watching me peruse him. I smirk and sit up. Pulling my shirt over my head, I fling it at him. He catches it with lightening quick reflexes.

  “Oh, you want to play, do you?” He growls.

  God yes. I want to play. I want to memorize every millimeter of that glorious body.

  Unhooking my bra, I toss that at him as well. He catches it and grins wolfishly before he pounces on me. We’re fighting for the upper hand. Our naked bodies are rubbing against each other as we both wriggle and try to gain control. He rolls and I’m trapped under him. His muscled thighs are on either side of my hips and his erection is lying on my stomach. It reaches above my belly button.

  Oh my.

  Leaning down, he breathes against my mouth, “Did you really think you could manhandle me?”

  I nod. “I tried my best. But I really don’t mind if you manhandle me.”

  He licks the seam of my lips and I open up for him and he pulls back. I groan in frustration and he laughs as he trails his lips down my chin and neck. His hands are holding mine above my head and I’m completely at his mercy. My breasts are thrust toward him with my arched back.

  Dammit, I want to touch him. “I want to touch you, James.”

  He nips my collar-bone. “No.”

  I groan again. “Why not?”

  “Because I said so.” His tongue is trailing down my chest and into the valley between my throbbing breasts. Goosebumps rise all over my body from the sensations. As he gets to the nipple, he blows across it. I moan and squirm to attempt to free my hands. He tightens his hold. “Patience, Avangeline…”

  My full name escaping his mouth sends another pool of desire to my loins. My name sounds so sexy when he says it.

  He captures a nipple and sucks on it, before biting the peak. I can’t stay still. My thighs are so wet and my core is pulsing. I need something, anything. He’s torturing me.

  “James… I need… I want… Ohhhhhh.”

  He stops. Looking up, he captures me in his icy blue gaze. I can’t look away. It’s as if I’m under his spell. He smiles. “What do you need, Avangeline? Tell me what you want.”

  I can’t tell him that. I’ve never been comfortable talking dirty when I have to think about it. In the moment is one thing, but actually on purpose… er, no… I can’t tell him.

  My emotions must be playing across my face. He leans down and sucks my ear lobe before licking the shell of my ear. He breathes into it, “Tell me what you want.”

  Oh God, I can’t. I can’t verbally express my desires. I just can’t.

  I shake my head and stare at him with wide eyes.

  He sucks my lobe again as his hands caress my wrists. “You have to tell me. I’m not doing anything until you tell me what you want.” He stares at me. “Tell me the things you were envisioning in the cab. Tell me your fantasies, Avangeline.”

  I just can’t. But, he said he won’t touch me. I have to. I can’t though. I don’t know how to do that.

  He sits up and backs off of me.

  Oh my God. Is he really going to leave? He can’t leave. I’m dying here.

  I want you.

  He lies against the pillows and stares at me. Gesturing to his naked frame, he smiles again and says, “Your canvas. You have free rein to do all the things you envisioned in that head of yours. I can’t fulfill fantasies unless you express them, so if you can’t tell me… you’ll just have to show me.”

  His hand grips his cock and he slowly strokes it while he watches me. My mouth waters and another rush of moisture pools below. Reaching out, I cover his hand with my own. He smiles and removes his as I start to stroke him. His quiet groans aren’t good enough. I want more.

  Kneeling over him with my ass up in the air, I take him between my lips. Hollowing my cheeks, I take him to the base. He slides down my throat. His groans increase and I smile against his crotch as I start to move him in and out of my throat. His hands find my hair. He grips handfuls and urges me on. My mouth and tongue work the length as my fingers caress his sack. Pulling him all of the way out of my mouth, he groans and lifts his hips. I chuckle as I trail my tongue over his cock and nibble on his jewels. Sucking on them, I place one in my mouth as my hand continues to stroke his satiny length. He pulls my hair and I release him with a pop. Yanking me up his body, he flips me over. Opening the nightstand, he pulls something out. I hear the foil packet open and he sheaths himself. Then, gripping my thighs, he parts my legs, and surges in.

  I shriek. He stops. “Did I hurt you?”

  Groaning, I squeeze his hips with my thighs and lift my hips to make him move within me. “No. Ohhh, no. Fuck me, James.”

  He doesn’t need another invitation. Grabbing my hips, he plunges into me. I’m screaming in pleasure and my head is tossing from side to side as I frantically grip the comforter of his bed. “Don’t be gentle. Fuck me hard, James. Fuck me hard!”

  With a grunt, he quickens the pace. Both of us are vocalizing our pleasure as our bodies slap together in an erotic dance as old as time. I can feel my orgasm building. Lifting my hips, I bear down on his length, helping him hit my sweet spot. Finally, I scream out as stars burst behind my lids. I’m feeling faint and am surprised I don’t black out.

  James plunders me a few more times and then his body stiffens as he loses himself in his own release before collapsing on top of me.

  He rolls off and plops onto the bed. For a time, we both just lie there, catching our breath.

  Holy shit. I just had sex with James Black. I just had really amazing sex with a movie star. A movie star who’s my client. That so breaks all of my rules.

  Sometimes rules need to be broken though.

  I want to do it again…

  Chapter Fourteen

  James

  We’re both lying silently in my bed after a vigorous bout of sex.

  She’s not saying anything. But shit, neither am I…

  Turning my head, I can see AJ’s profile as she stares at the ceiling. Her breath is still ragged.

  She must sense my stare because she turns her head and our eyes meet. Neither of us says a word.

  Finally, she lets out a breath. “This doesn’t have to get weird.”

  My brow furrows. “Weird?”

  Rolling, she grabs the comforter and wraps it around her nakedness. “Yeah, weird. We fucked. It was… well, it was good. Really good. But it doesn’t have to be weird.”

  “Who said it was going to be weird?”

  She stares at me. “I just want you to know I’m cool with it. It was a one-time thing. It’s cool.”

  A one-time t
hing? What is happening exactly? Is she giving me the brush off?

  Scooting up, I lean up on my elbow, but make no attempt to cover my own nakedness. I see her eyes lower and then rapidly rise as she looks at me again. “Ok, a one-time thing? So, you’re still fine with being my driver?”

  Her eyes widen. “Do you want a new driver?”

  I laugh. “No, not at all. I like my driver. I like her very much.” Reaching out, I trail my finger over her exposed shoulder. I feel her shiver in response. “In fact… I would very much like to fuck my driver again if she was willing.”

  She gasps. “Huh, bruh? You… you want to sleep with me again? Right now?”

  I laugh at her expression. “Well, no. Not right this second. I’ll need a bit. I’m not a spring chicken anymore. But, it doesn’t have to be a one-time thing, Avangeline.

  “I don’t expect anything from you. If you want to just forget this happened, I’m cool with that.” I smirk. “But, if you wanted a repeat… I’m ok with that, too.”

  She looks at me for a minute. I can’t read her expression, then she laughs… Throws her head back and laughs. It’s sexy sounding. She grins at me. “So what… I drive you during the day and fuck you at night?”

  “You can fuck me during the day, too, if you fancy that.”

  She slaps me with a pillow and with a laugh, I catch it. This is nice. It’s nice to be comfortable around someone… completely naked. Grabbing her arm, I pull her over to me. She squeals as she slides across the slick satin sheets. Once she’s next to me, I roll on top of her again and lean down. Her breathing is rapid as she looks at me expectantly. “So?”

  She presses against me and squirms, then reaching up, she tucks my hair behind my ears in a sweet gesture. “So…”

  Leaning down, I kiss her mouth. It’s not rough or feverish though. It’s a slow, gentle exploration. She sighs gently into my mouth as our tongues once again touch, but it’s not rushed. It’s nice and almost… perfect.

  * * *

  Sometime later, AJ rolls over and props her chin on my chest. Her hands are trailing over my abs, tracing the planes, though not in a sexual manner. It’s nice. Almost soothing. She looks down at me. “James?”