by Bell, Adora
“You weren't imagining it. That song...it's very personal to me. I wrote it about someone I loved. Someone who isn't in my life any more.” Jack trailed off, unsure how to continue.
“You don't have to tell me about it if you don't want to. I just wondered...you seemed so sad.”
Jack looked into Sara's eyes, brimming with compassion. For whatever reason, he felt he could trust her, and he had an urge to tell her everything. About Laura, about the song, about the bridge. Somehow he felt like she might understand. Might care. But he couldn't. He didn't even know her.
“It's not that I don't want to...I just don't know how to. I'm sorry.”
With uncharacteristic boldness, Sara reached up and stroked his hair.
“Don't be sorry,” she whispered, “there's nothing to be sorry for.”
Jack took in her beautiful face, felt the softness of her touch, and despite himself he couldn't hold back any longer. He leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth, softly at first, growing more intense as he felt her respond. He pulled her closer, the curves of her body pressing against him as they relaxed into each other. His hands roamed over her body, stroking their way down her back to cup her tight backside. Reluctantly, Jack pulled back from their kiss and looked her in the eye.
“Are you sure?” He said, not wanting her to feel pressured.
“Yes. Oh yes.”
“Thank God.”
Sara let out an involuntary moan as Jack's tongue invaded her mouth, his hands continuing their exploration. She had idolised the swaggering rock star for so many years, but it was the real, vulnerable man who now fascinated her. She slid her hands under his shirt, her fingers tracing his solid abs, stroking the coarse hair that formed a trail down his belly. The thought of what lay at the end of that trail filled her with lust, and she returned his kisses with even greater fervour. Jack kissed his way down the soft skin of her neck and along her delicate collarbone, while his hands found her full breasts. Sara moaned as he massaged them, teasing her erect nipples through her clothing. He reached around to unhook her bra, and deftly removed her shirt, so she stood in only her leather pants in front of the enormous window. Instinctively her arms moved to cover herself.
“Relax,” Jack said softly, “ nobody can see us up here.” He took her hands and gently moved them away from her breasts, replacing them with his mouth. He kissed the soft skin, toying with her nipples with his tongue until she gasped. Sara was overflowing with desire, desperate to be taken by this beautiful, complicated man.
Without moving his mouth from her breasts, Jack's fingers found the zip of her pants, and he slid them off her slim hips to fall in a heap on the carpet. Now she stood before him, clad only in a white lace thong which grew more transparent by the minute as her juices flowed. Jack groaned, part of him wanting to push her up against the glass and fuck her there and then. But she was so stunning, and he wanted to make it last. Trailing kisses down her flat stomach, he pushed his face between her legs, tracing his tongue over the flimsy fabric of her underwear. God, she smelled incredible. He grasped her panties with his teeth, meaning to pull them aside, but as he tugged the fabric tore clean in two. Beyond caring, Jack thrust his tongue between her legs, finding her swollen clitoris and circling it until she cried out with pleasure. He slipped two fingers into her wet opening, slowly pumping them in and out while he continued to lick her in increasingly frantic strokes. Sara had her hands on his head, urging him on, lost in the incredible sensations coursing through her body. She could feel the pressure building inside her as he licked and sucked, his fingers threatening to send her over the edge. But he wasn't finished with her yet. Suddenly Jack stood and swept her up in his arms, planting a kiss on her lips as she did so . The musky scent of herself on his mouth only heightened her arousal. He carried her into the bedroom, and threw her down on the emperor sized bed.
Jack paused for a moment, taking in the vision before him. His eyes followed the line of her body, from the twin orbs of her breasts to her long, smooth legs. And the look of pure lust that sparkled in her eyes. She held out her arms, and Jack fell into them. Kissing him hard, Sara tugged at his t-shirt and eased it over his head. Jack moved to help her, slipping off his pants, so only his tight boxers remained. Sara ran her hand over the outline of his erection, relishing his hardness. Jack sighed. Getting to her knees, Sara slowly slid his boxers down, freeing his hard on. Jack let out a moan as she lowered her lips to the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive tip with her tongue. One hand moved to stroke his balls, as slowly she took him in her mouth, easing her lips down his throbbing shaft until he was pushing against the back of her throat.
“Oh God, Sara.”
She slid her lips up and down his cock, allowing her tongue to tease him with every stroke. Jack was gasping now, overwhelmed by the intensity of the feeling, desperately trying to hold back the climax that he could feel building. He never wanted this to end, but at the same time he was desperate to be inside her. At last, he placed his hands on the side of her face, coaxing her up to face him. She smiled naughtily, sending shivers through him.
“Please, Jack,” she whispered, “I want you.”
Sara sighed as Jack eased her down onto the mattress, then placed both hands under her ass and pulled her towards him. Spreading her legs wide, he rolled a condom onto his length. Jack teased her for a moment longer, sliding the tip of his erection between the wet lips of her pussy, rubbing himself against her sensitive clit until she moaned. Pausing at the entrance to her dripping pussy, Jack pushed just the tip of his cock inside her.
“Oh God, Jack, please. Please baby.”
Without warning, Jack slid his full length inside her, making Sara gasp. His cock was so deliciously thick, it hit all of her most sensitive spots, and she felt filled for the first time. Complete. As he moved faster, picking up the pace, Sara arched her back and ground herself against him. Jack gripped her ankles and lifted her legs so they rested on his shoulders, allowing him to penetrate her even more deeply. Sara's eyes flew open, and she saw Jack's face, looking at her with an expression of raw lust. She groaned. She had never been fucked like this before.
Jack could feel his orgasm building, and he slowed his strokes a little, finally easing himself out of Sara's hot slit.
“Turn over baby,” he commanded, and Sara was more than happy to comply. With a gently slap on the backside, he ushered her up to the head of the bead.
“Hold on to the headboard,” Jack growled, and the sound of his voice, thick with desire, turned Sara on so much that she had to comply. On her knees, she clung to the solid wood, feeling Jack move behind her. His hands found her breasts, caressing them gently. Then a hand snaked between her legs, toying with her clit. Just when she felt she could take his teasing no longer, Jack entered her roughly from behind, pounding his cock into with a force that took her breath away. Pleasure coursed through her, each wave hitting her with greater intensity until she exploded into a breathtaking orgasm. As he felt her pussy contract around him, Jack finally let himself go, coming in spasms that made his whole body shudder. They collapsed together in a heap on the bed, sweaty but satisfied.
***
Jack's eyes fluttered open. He felt disoriented and his mouth was dry. Sara was asleep in his arms, and he took a moment to relish her soft warmth pressed against him. Gently, he eased himself up off the bed, trying not to wake her, and padded to the bathroom. In the harsh overhead light, the bags under his eyes were more pronounced. It was five am. The car for the airport would be picking them up at six. Jack wasn't sure what he would say to Michael after yesterday's events, but he was not looking forward to the confrontation. With a sigh, he turned the shower on to the hottest setting and tried to wash his worries away.
Jack gave the room a final once over, checking for anything he might have left behind. He hadn't actually unpacked in the first place, which made things a little easier. He made sure he had his wallet, his medication and his passport. Ready to rock. Then he tiptoed back
in to the bedroom. Sara was still fast asleep, curled up in the middle of the bed with the covers pulled right up to her chin. He couldn't help but smile. She looked so pretty and innocent. Part of him wanted to wake her, but he wasn't sure what he would say...Jack loathed goodbyes. And what did he have to offer a girl like that? Months on end following a miserable shell of a man around on tour, a different hotel every night, constant harassment by the press...no, that was no life for anyone. Even if she would agree to it. Yet the thought of never seeing her again made him feel hollow inside. Jack grabbed a piece of hotel notepaper, and scribbled down a hasty message. Bending down, he placed it carefully on the night stand, then planted a feather light kiss on the top of Sara's head. She didn't even stir. With one last look at her sleeping face, Jack turned and hurried out of the suite, dragging his baggage behind him.
***
“Sara! Sara, what the hell, wake up?”
Sara reluctantly opened her eyes to find Erica perched at the end of the bed, wrapped in a hotel robe.
“Hi...you ok? How do you feel?”
“What? Yeah I'm fine, except I woke up in a strange hotel room with no idea how I got here. What the hell happened last night?”
Sara gave Erica a run down of the evening's events, all the time trying to stifle the sadness welling up inside her. Jack was gone. He had run out without even saying goodbye. She should have known it was just a meaningless one night stand, but somehow it had felt different. Like something more intimate had passed between them. As she finished her story, she realised Erica was staring at her with wide eyes.
“No fucking way! This is Jack Carter's hotel suite? Oh my god, that is so cool! Wait....did you...you didn't!”
Sara's blushes were all the response her best friend needed. Her mouth dropped open.
“Sara! You and Jack Carter....Oh my god!” Erica squealed, unable to string together a coherent sentence. Suddenly her eyes fell on something on the night stand, and she leaned over Sara to snatch it up.
“Oh wow, look, he's left you a note!”
Sara's heart leapt. Maybe...just maybe she hadn't been fooling herself. She grabbed the piece of paper from Erica's hand, racing to read the message.
“Sara. Flight is early, had to go, didn't want to wake you. Room is good until 1pm, feel free to order breakfast, charge it to my tab. It was lovely to meet you. If you'd like to go for dinner some time, this is my number. Jack.”
A telephone number was scrawled beneath the message. Feeling like a smitten schoolgirl, Sara clutched the paper to her chest. She was grinning from ear to ear.
“I can't believe you bagged Jack Carter. You have to teach me your secrets!” Erica giggled, flopping back onto the pile of cosy pillows. Sara smiled at her friend.
“Maybe after breakfast. Pass me that room service menu, will you?”
It had been a crazy twenty-four hours. As she folded the note and stashed it carefully in her purse, all Sara could think about was Jack. She felt sure she would see him again. The only question was when...and whether she could stand the wait.
Jack and Sara will return soon in Front Man: One Night In Paris
