by J. C. Grant
Within seconds, my pussy clamped down, pulling at his thick digits.
“Oh fuck yes... ” His cock jerked in my mouth, the first stream so thick and hot I struggled to swallow it. “Relax and take it. Just swallow,” he rasped.
I obeyed.
His fingers continued massaging, dragging out my pulsing orgasm.
His cock pulsed twice more, and then he was pulling me up to his mouth for a hungry kiss, his tongue diving in and licking, stealing my breath.
“I love tasting myself on you,” he breathed against my lips. His fingers eased out of me as his lips captured mine again.
*****
I loved the old Hollywood glamour of the Chateau Marmont. It was dazzling and intimate as was our dinner. We were the only people eating in the living room/lobby. And of course they knew him on sight. The Chateau catered to celebrities of all types and refused photographers on the premises. Although, we did have an uncomfortable walk through the paparazzi upon arriving. After we got inside, David explained Elaine had set that up, which I'd apparently ruined. The sidewalk in front of the Chateau was so narrow that I instinctively tucked into David's side, hiding from the flashes and crowd. I would never admit part of it was my inability to balance in my black Louboutin heels over the uneven spots.
“You wanna stay here tonight? Get a room?” David asked softly, pulling me closer into his side.
I couldn't explain how good it felt being here with him. This was the first time our worlds merged, this was the first time in a public setting that I didn't have an overwhelming feeling that he was out of my league.
“Can we?” I asked, eager to make this feeling last. “We can't leave Chance at home, though.”
“No. I'll run home and get him. It'll only take a minute,” he said in his usual, ‘I got everything covered’ way.
“Yes. I want to stay here.”
“Be right back,” he murmured, pressing a firm kiss to my lips before he pulled away and stood.
Relaxing back into the plush velvet couch, I couldn't stop watching as he walked away, giving me the full effect of his body. He looked like pure sex tonight, pulling off a rocker/bad boy look, wearing black boots and black jeans with a black leather jacket over a sage tee that made the green flecks in his eyes brighter. The whole look had me extremely aroused. Moments like these, it was hard to believe he was mine. But the platinum and titanium band with black diamonds on his left hand said otherwise. As did his unrelenting devotion.
Wanting to look good for David, and wanting to make David look good for choosing me, I wore my black, ripped skinny jeans and a white split-back tee with a black cropped moto jacket. It was simple, classic and very flattering. Accessorizing with my weddings rings, the large diamond hoops, and the black Rolex David had purchased on our wedding day. It seemed the look was having the desired effect, at least on David.
“Could only get a one-bedroom penthouse,” David announced as he approached, carrying a room key. “The two-beds are booked.”
“We don't need a two-bed.”
His eyes darted away and he nodded for the waiter to come over.
“No, but they're nicer,” he said, looking down at me.
“You've seen them?” I asked, my jealousy curling.
“Yeah, stayed here when my condo was renovated.” At my expression, he added gently, “Alone.”
The waiter approached. “Yes, Mr. Taylor.”
“We'd like this brought up to our room.” He gestured toward the untouched cake. “With some chocolate covered strawberries and whipped cream.”
“Of course, right away,” the waiter confirmed, before quickly walking away.
“Give me the key and room number and go get our boy,” I said, grabbing my purse as I stood.
“Okay if I bring him in your car?” He held the key out to me as his other hand moved to my back, sliding inside my shirt and around my waist, pulling me into his side.
I didn't know if it was me or him, but that primal, possessive energy felt more intense tonight, rolling off him in waves. The heat and hard contours of his body pressed against me all through dinner, making me feel cherished. Owned. It was comforting in a way I had never known before David. It was intoxicating. I was completely lost in him.
He did own me, and I loved it.
“Of course. He's a perfect angel.” My voice gave away my ongoing arousal.
“You didn't see him with that snake,” he said wryly, walking me over to the elevator.
Oh, God. Why would he bring that up?
“Don't remind me. I kind of feel bad for the thing. Let's not talk about it, and say we did.”
“Deal,” he laughed.
When we reached the elevator, his other arm came around me, yanking my body flush to his, making his hardening length known. He leaned down and his lips sealed over mine, licking into my mouth with lush, long strokes. His slow and deep-penetrating rhythm reminded me of the way his cock moved in and out of me. My body flushed with new arousal at the explicit kiss.
“Hurry,” I breathed when he let me up for air. I felt that pull, the warm tug in my chest drawing me to him.
“Get up to the room.” His gruff demand made my pulse pick up. “Don't talk to strangers.” His lips curved slightly on one side, slowly forming his sexy half-smile.
He covered it quickly, but I saw the flash of insecurity; no doubt at the moment he remembered Zach wasn't a stranger.
He waited until I was on the elevator alone, with only the sixth floor button lit up, as if I couldn't push another button or get off on another floor.
Silly beast.
Within seconds, I was opening the door to the room and was met with a rolling cart filled with everything David had requested.
The dark hardwood floors shone in the ambient light coming from the kitchen. I'd only ever been in one of the suites briefly. This was much nicer. It had a dining room, full kitchen, huge bathroom, and a large living room.
I opened the balcony doors, letting the white curtains billow in. The balcony was spacious with a full sitting area containing a sofa, lounge chairs, and table. The view was exhilarating. And the energy... At our house, it was quiet and serene. But down here you could really feel the chaotic energy of Hollywood.
I'm definitely having breakfast out here.
Finding a robe in the bathroom, I stripped. Then I went out to the balcony, sitting on the sofa, looking over the wall, waiting and watching for David. I heard him before I saw him. I could place the sound of my car anywhere. Seconds later, he was pulling into the drive.
A few moments later, he was opening the door to the penthouse. Chance hopped on the nearest couch seconds before David emerged from the hall. He paused, his eyes immediately finding me. Then he was moving. His shirt hit the floor, followed by his boots and jeans as he prowled over. His honed muscles flexed with his graceful movements. His face was hard and his gaze was fierce and hungry. He looked menacing in the faint light.
Before I knew what was happening, he had me flat on the couch, his hand pushing inside my robe, kneading my breast with hungry aggression. A low growl rumbled from him. His other hand was roughly freeing me of the confines of the thick terrycloth. Our heavy breaths echoed loudly between us. Then that hand pushed between my thighs and one finger slid along my cleft, pushing in. His guttural groan had everything inside me clenching. He braced on a forearm as his body came down over mine, his thighs shoving mine wide as his body settled on me.
My leg came up against his ribs, and a deep, appreciative noise vibrated his chest. His hand gripped my hip, squeezing, encouraging me to tilt them up. When I did, his hips rolled, sinking deep in one smooth motion. I moaned at the invasion, savoring the full feeling. His arms closed around me, hugging me to him.
“I want I love you sex tonight,” he rasped against my neck.
With his aggression, I didn't think it would last, but I nodded anyway.
His hips pulled back, then rolled in slowly.
“Yes,” I hissed. My
neck arched at the feeling of his wide crown pushing into me again, nudging my end. His warm, taut chest pressed to mine, and his hard stomach flexed against my soft flesh. Each slow thrust made me feel crazed.
“David,” I breathed, my hips churning, meeting his, silently begging him to speed up his slow pace.
“Fuck, you feel so right, it hurts sometimes,” he confessed against my skin. I shuddered, his sincerity reaching a closed off part of me, opening me up, making my eyes brim with overwhelming emotion.
“I love you. I really fucking love you,” I whispered thickly.
He pulled back, searching my face, his hips slowing. “Finally,” he breathed, sounding relieved. I huffed a laugh and he kissed and licked my falling tears away. My hips tilted up in silent request. He obliged, rolling into me with slow explicitness, and I savored every centimeter of his cock sliding in and out. “It scares me sometimes.” His voice was a guttural rasp. “How much I love you. How much I need you. When you're not with me, I feel like I can't breathe.” He studied me with a reverence I couldn't understand. His head dipped down, and his lips captured mine, moving with a tenderness that made my heart ache. Then I tasted fresh tears, his tears, and everything in me stilled. Everything seemed to stop as his breath gusted against my skin. After a moment, his lips moved ardently over mine as his hips rolled with new purpose, his body trembling.
CHAPTER TWENTY
David's big, hard body was wrapped around me, his level breaths warming my ear. Then his arms tightened, pulling me close, and last night filtered through my mind.
His hips pressing to mine, his cock moving inside me, slow and deep. His arm braced across my chest. His labored breath by my ear. “I'd do anything for you. Anything to keep you. Anything,” I remembered, his whispered words.
“I know you're awake,” he rumbled, breaking me from the sweet memory.
“Mmmm.”
He squeezed me tighter as my hands gripped his solid forearms. My fingers trailed over the bulging veins as he kissed along my shoulder.
“The whole thing yesterday.” His voice was a soft rasp. “About the cheating?”
My breath caught in my chest, a sick feeling crawling through me. Unable to form words, I nodded.
“I've only had two girlfriends. Ever. And they both cheated on me. And the groupie I told you about, she was married and had a kid. Had no idea.”
My breath left me in a rush, relief washing over me. His abandonment issues combined with that... No wonder.
“So, you don't trust me.” I was surprised how that possibility actually hurt.
“I don't trust your issues. I don't trust that you won't feel hurt and go do something to hurt both of us.”
He had a valid point.
I had a history of having destructive coping mechanisms. I didn't know what to say, so I just told him the truth.
“I don't want to do anything like that to you. And we would never be the same.”
Eventually, he said, “Yesterday, Elaine said I'm smothering you.” He propped up on an elbow, looking down at me and searching my face. “Am I?”
“No.” I smiled. “I am going to need to start going places other than the house and the gym, though.”
“Without me?”
“Mmm… Waxing appointments and colonics, definitely.”
His deep, throaty laugh warmed me, making me smile.
“You didn't like yesterday?” he teased.
“Let's just say I don't want to do it again.”
“You're so weird about the fact that you shit.” His crude words were offset by his light tone.
“David—”
“You run upstairs to use the bathroom. You think I don't know why?” he laughed.
My face heated. “I want my own bathroom,” I demanded, mortified at the conversation. “With a lock, and key.”
“It was—” My hands covered his mouth, not wanting this conversation to continue.
“You—oh, God. Kill me now.” I tried to pull the covers over my head to hide as David continued to laugh at my humiliation.
Luckily, there was a knock on the door, interrupting David's amusement. He threw the covers back and got up, and then he pulled on the sheet I was hiding under.
“Let go.” His voice was commanding, but patient. I let go and he slowly pulled the sheet away. “Still want to eat on the balcony?”
I gave him a small nod.
David smirked, and walked over to the chair, picking up the discarded robe from last night, tossing it to me.
“Put that on,” he directed as he pulled on his pants.
I struggled to get it on while still sitting in bed. Once I won my fight with the terrycloth dream, David left to answer the door. By the time I stepped out of the room, David was out on the balcony fixing our coffees, the waiter nowhere in sight.
Moving around him, I slid my hand over his firm ass, caressing every contour of those thickly sculpted muscles as I sat on the balcony couch with my back to the sun. David watched me with a questioning look, then he smirked.
“You're lucky you have a husband who worships you.”
“I don't think it's luck.”
“Probably not,” he muttered wryly. Then under his breath he mumbled, “Gotta feeling several men worship you.”
I didn't think he intended for me to hear him, so I didn't bother correcting him.
When he sat next to me and I cuddled into his side, his steely arm wrapped around me and we ate. After several long moments of silence, he said, “I brought our gym clothes and clothes for you to wear to the shoot. I'm going to stay at the gym, get caught up.”
I turned to look at him, confused. That statement was so unlike David and didn't match anything he said or did last night. Not to mention, yesterday he'd told Elaine he was coming with me.
“You're not smothering me,” I blurted suddenly.
“Sweetheart, I've been ignoring the gym to be with you. And I told that new girl I would do the schedule yesterday—I didn't even go in. Honestly, I can't concentrate with you sitting on the couch we fuck on frequently.”
I nodded, feeling perversely pleased and disappointed all at once. We did have sex on the office sofa a lot, significantly more than we had sex on the one at home.
“You're always my first priority. And you always will be,” he assured me. “Fergus'll be with you. But until I can hire a manager for the gym, I have to take care of it.”
“Oh, yeah. Of course.” I couldn't hide my disappointment that he wasn't coming with me and he seemed a little too happy with that.
So much for my girl power, independent thing.
I tried to shake it off as I buried my toes under his thigh and drank my coffee.
Eventually, David declared it was time to leave. I went to figure out my product situation. When I entered the bathroom, all my stuff was on the counter. He'd thought of everything.
I finished my morning routine then went back out to the balcony. He and Chance were lounging on the couch.
Crawling into David's lap, straddling him, I cupped his scruffy jaw. His deep eyes watched me in amusement.
“You're the best fucking husband. Ever.” I pressed a hard kiss to his lips.
“Mmmm,” he growled deep in his chest. “What do I get? Is there a prize?”
I watched his lips, his deep voice melting me, his intensity pulling me.
“Me,” I whispered sincerely.
“I can live with that.” He gripped my ass hard.
“Hope so, because you're stuck with me.”
“Good. Makes things easier. Cause you're never getting rid of me.” His lips brushed mine as he spoke, coaxing them open. His tongue slipped in, tasting me with shallow licks. Far too soon, he pulled back.
I studied his chiseled face: his brows, cheek bones, and lips. He was gorgeous and he was mine.
“Let’s go. We gotta get to the gym,” he interrupted my eye-fuck.
I slowly moved off him.
“Pick me up after your shoot?” He
tossed over his shoulder as he moved into the penthouse.
“Yeah. You going like that?” I asked when he started picking his clothes up.
“Just gotta toss on a tee and shoes. I’ll do all the other shit at the gym.”
He disappeared around the corner, no doubt cleaning up after me.
“Call the front desk and ask for the car.” His voice echoed from the bathroom.
When I hung up with the front desk, David was waiting at the door with our bag and Chance. He had on a white tank, jeans, and his boots.... Fuck, he looked good. The veins along his biceps begged me to run my tongue over them.
I tore my eyes away and grabbed my purse, following them out. They were both intimidating as I walked behind them. Chance was perfectly behaved as we passed a waiter in the hallway, unlike David. He didn't say anything, but I could tell from his posture and the waiter's gaze darting away that David did something.
“Behave.”
He stopped at the elevator, pressing the call button and looking at me with a boyish innocence. “I didn't do anything.” I huffed a small laugh. He was too cute. The elevator arrived, doors opening. David and Chance were right behind me as I got in. I leaned against the back wall as David pressed the button for the lobby. “Now,” he purred, turning toward me. His strong forearms caged me in and he leaned close. His stubble brushed my cheek as his nose moved into my hair above my ear, breathing me in. His musky cotton candy smell surrounded me.
“Now, what?” I whispered.
“This.” His lips met mine, coaxing them wider with soft licks. Then his tongue was pushing into my mouth, exploring sweetly as he kissed me deep. Then deeper.
I moaned at the delicious invasion of his hot, wet tongue gently fucking my mouth. My breasts swelled and my nipples hardened. My pussy viciously pulsed its need. Primed for more. Longing for more.
He pulled away, leaning against the wall of the elevator, looking as if he hadn't just turned me inside out with that kiss. When he spoke again, he was all business.
“After our workout, sit in the sauna for fifteen minutes.”
It took me a minute longer to shift gears.
“Okay,” I panted, not coherent enough to question him.
