by Adora Bell
Sara tugged her sweater over her head, and before she knew it Jack's practised fingers had unhooked her bra and freed her breasts. She wiggled out of her skirt and stood before him, naked and expectant.
“You are...wow.” he said breathily. Sara smiled, feeling suddenly bold.
“Undress for me,” she teased.
“You want a little show, huh?” Jack laughed. He reached down and undid the first button of his jeans, before lifting the hem of his shirt just a little to reveal his taut, tanned stomach. Sara bit her lip; he looked so damn good. Getting into a rhythm, Jack twirled around while whipping his shirt off and tossing it flamboyantly across the room. Sara giggled.
“You've done this before!”
“Oh no baby. This is a one time show, for your eyes only.” Jack tried to remove his jeans with a sexy flourish, but the tight denim was not cooperating. Sara padded across the tile towards him.
“Here. Let me help.” She eased the tight pants down his firm thighs, relishing the sight of his erection bulging in his underwear. She pulled those down too, and his hard cock sprang out, straining and ready for action. Sara cupped his balls with her left hand, bringing her right up to gently stroke his length. Jack groaned. Giving him her wickedest smile, Sara lowered herself to her knees and leaned forward to kiss the velvety tip of his cock. Teasing him with her tongue, she ever-so-slowly eased him into her mouth, sliding her moist lips up and down his rock hard shaft.
“Oh, god, Sara.
Grabbing his firm buttocks with both hands, Sara pumped Jack's cock in and out of her mouth, teasing the head with her tongue on each stroke. Just when Jack thought the pleasure couldn't get any more intense, she relaxed her throat and pushed him deeper. It took all of Jack's self control not to shoot his load down her throat at that moment.
“Sara, oh stop baby, I don't think I can take much more.”
Smiling, Sara got to her feet and made her way into the shower, beckoning for him to follow. The warm water raining down on her skin only intensified her arousal, and when Jack ran his hands over her bare, slippery skin, she cried out with happiness. Jack manoeuvred her so her hands rested against the tiled shower wall, her pert backside pointing towards it. He caressed her buttocks gently, before dipping his fingers between her legs.
“Oh yes, I think you're wet enough,” he sighed into her ear as he came up behind her. His hands went to her breasts, massaging the full orbs as he carefully eased his cock into her desperate pussy. Sara let out a wild cry, her body overwhelmed by the sensation of fullness. Unable to hold back, Jack pounded into her with short, hard thrusts, the head of his cock caressing her g-spot with each stroke. Sara was screaming now, having completely lost control, surrendering entirely to the pleasure she was feeling. Jack reached around and began to gently rub her swollen clitoris, and the added stimulation pushed Sara over the edge. Jack felt her pussy tighten around him as she came hard, and he let himself go, shooting his load inside her as he moaned into her ear. Their orgasms seemed to go on and on, waves of pleasure washing over them both as they were bathed by the shower's warm spray. As the feeling subsided, Sara knees felt weak, and for a moment she thought her legs might give out. But Jack's strong arms were wrapped around her, gently pulling her to her feet to kiss her under the running water.
***
Wrapped in fluffy hotel towels, they lay side by side on the bed, fingers loosely entwined. They talked. Jack apologized for everything so many times that eventually Sara was forced to clamp a hand over his mouth. He bit her finger gently, making her squeal, before pulling her to him for another kiss.
“Are you nervous about the interview?” Sara asked, keeping her eyes on Jack's face, trying to read him.
“To be honest, I'm dreading it. I...I know I have to do it, but I just hate talking about myself. About that kind of stuff, I mean. I wish...I wish it was just about the music, you know?”
“Poor little celebrity. Life's tough when you're rich and famous, huh?” Sara teased, poking him in the side. Jack swatted her with a pillow.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm joking. I...I was really worried about you today. Then when I got here and you'd disappeared - “ she held up her hand, “no, don't apologize, that's not what I mean. Just, I was scared. You seem so sad sometimes, and with all this stuff going on...I was worried you'd done something stupid.”
Jack squeezed her hand. “If I can't say I'm sorry, I don't know what to say. I'm okay. It gets hard sometimes, on the road. I get lonely, then I start thinking about stuff. I used to talk to Michael about things...we used to be tight. But lately, it's like he hates me. We barely even speak any more. All he does is complain to Jared that I'm stopping him getting any exposure. He's changed so much, it's hard to remember how we were ever friends.”
“I'm so sorry Jack. That must be really tough. I guess it's true when they say fame changes people.”
“Yeah. Some people.” Jack stared at the ceiling for a while, contemplating. Suddenly, he rolled over and looked Sara straight in the eye. There was an intense expression on his face.
“Stay with me, Sara,” he said. “You can come on the rest of the tour, travel, see Europe. I know I'll be rehearsing and stuff, but you can do all the fun bits, see the sights, go shopping. It's only a few weeks.”
“Jack, I have a job, I have to be at my desk on Monday.”
“Take some holiday, tell them it's an emergency. Or just quit, come on, I've got enough money for both of us.”
“Oh yes, brilliant idea Jack. I'll just quit my job and you can support me for the rest of my life...until you move on to the next one and I'm penniless and can't pay my rent. I can't just call my boss and say, hey, sorry, I'm going on tour with a rock band instead. That's not how things work in the real world, Jack.”
“Hey, this is the real world too. Just with more, um, perks.”
'I can imagine. Look, I'm sorry. Don't think I'm not tempted, believe me I am. But I have a life at home.”
“A life that doesn't include me.”
“Woah, hang on a minute. I...I barely know you.”
“I know it's not been long, but...Sara, I've never felt this way about anyone before. I know it sounds lame, but...you're the best thing in my life right now. I need you here, with me.”
“Jack, you know I can't. Come on, be fair.”
“Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize offering you the chance of a lifetime was so unfair. How rude of me.” Jack's voice was icy. He stood up and grabbed a robe from the back of the door, wrapping it around himself.
“Jack, look, I'm grateful, it's just -”
“Don't worry, I can get you on the next flight. You'll be back with plenty of time to get to the office. Maybe it's best if you stay at the airport hotel tonight, it's an early flight, you don't want to get stuck in traffic. You get dressed, I'll call you a cab.”
“Jack, for god's sake, why are you being like this? I'm sorry, I do appreciate the offer, we can still make this work!”
“I put myself out there for you. I let you in, and I don't let anyone in. Because I thought you felt the same way I did...I thought you were special. Turns out you don't even care, you'd rather stay at home and live your boring little life, and tell your friends about that one time you banged some guy from a band. Well, good luck with that.”
Tears sprang to Sara's eyes. She couldn't wrap her head around his sudden change of attitude; five minutes ago they were happy, and now he was attaching her. She hadn't realized he could be so cruel. Running to the bathroom, she dressed quickly. When she came back out, he was fully dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed staring fixedly at the television.
“Well, I guess I'll be going then,” Sara said softly, stifling a sob.
“I think that's best. Thank you for coming. It was nice to see you again.” Sara stared at him, but Jack's expression was blank, no trace of emotion on display. Her heart ached. Why was he doing this?
“Goodbye, Jack. Thanks for everything.” Sara shut the door behind her and took the
long walk back to the elevator, tears streaming down her face.
***
Jack lowered his head into his hands. For a minute he was silent, until he was sure Sara was really gone. Then the howl started in the back of his throat, rising up to become an all consuming wail of misery. He sobbed until his eyes were sore and his head hurt, until at last he couldn't cry anymore. It was the right thing, he told himself. Sara was right; she had a life to go back to, a good, happy life. He couldn't drag her into this craziness. Couldn't weigh her down with the mess of a man he had somehow become. Maybe one day he would finally get his shit together, and be the kind of man that a girl like her deserved. But until then, he knew, it was kinder to let her go. Sinking in to the luxurious mattress, he tried to quell the aching emptiness inside him. He had let one woman in his life down, but he wouldn't repeat the mistake. Sara would meet someone who could give her a real life, and really make her happy. That thought comforted a little, and he saw Sara's face in his mind's eye as he finally fell asleep.
Copyright 2012 Adora Bell
Also by Adora Bell:
Front Man
Men With Power: Seduced by the Billionaire
One More Time: The Erotic Time Travels of Adrian Grey
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