by HELEN HARDT
I closed my eyes, breathing in and then exhaling. What did he have in store for me?
He slid his wet tongue over my asshole. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Heather?”
I whimpered but said nothing.
“Have you ever had anal sex, baby? Your ass is so beautiful. I want to shove my cock deep inside you. Show you something new.”
At that moment, I would’ve given Jett anything. So I did.
“No, I haven’t. But I want you to be my first.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Jett
Thank God. If she had turned me down, I’d have still fucked her into oblivion. Fucked her until she couldn’t walk. But I wanted that asshole, and now that I knew it was a virgin, my cock was harder than it had ever been.
I took a few seconds to hastily shed my clothing and throw it on a nearby chair. Then I went back and stuck my face between Heather’s gorgeous legs. I took a moment to inhale, to smell the fragrance she had created for me. I’d already had quite a fill of her pussy, but I couldn’t help shoving my tongue into her wetness once more. She was sweet—sweetest pussy I’d ever tasted. If this was the last chance I got to savor every bit of her, I wasn’t going to waste the moment.
She moaned softly into the pillow, and her sounds only fueled my desire. I sucked and bit at her pussy lips, sucked and bit at her hard little clit. She was everything I had ever wanted, ever dreamed of—this intelligent, beautiful woman with more integrity than anyone in LA should be allowed to have.
More integrity than I had.
The truth was…I wasn’t nearly good enough for Heather Myles.
She deserved someone who could give her what she was worthy of—marriage, children…a lifetime.
How I wanted to give all of those to her—things I never dreamed I would want. Now that I’d met Heather, the desire for those basics ached within me.
Just thinking of a life with her, of making children with her, made my dick throb harder.
But I had to get her ready first.
“You’re so sweet, baby,” I said against her wet folds. “You respond to me so beautifully. You get so wet for me.”
“Please,” she said into the pillow. “Please.”
I wasn’t sure what she was asking for, but I would give her an orgasm. I nipped at her clit and shoved two of my fingers into her pussy. She erupted around me, convulsing against my fingers in a beautiful rhythm.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come all over my hand.”
She undulated her hips, pushing backward onto my fingers, juicing all over me.
Fuck, I wanted her. I couldn’t have her ass just yet. Had to have that sweet little pussy around my cock. I pushed into her balls deep.
“Ah!” she cried out, her voice muffled in the pillow.
I let out a long, slow groan. Such sweet suction. I damn near exploded right there. But I held myself. I was going to come in that sweet tight ass of hers. She was already well-lubed from the pussy and ass licking I’d given her. I swirled the juices around her asshole before probing with my index finger.
She gasped.
“Easy, baby. Just a finger. I’ll get you ready first.”
Her hole was tight and warm around the tip of my finger. Maybe I’d just finger her tonight. Her pussy felt so good around me, and I wanted to come so badly.
But I had to hold back. Had to. This might be the last time I ever had her naked under me, and I needed every moment to count.
I stuck my finger all the way into her tight hole. “Feel good, baby?”
“God, yes,” she whimpered into the pillow.
“Easy. Yeah, take my whole finger, baby. You’re so wet.”
I worked a second finger into her. She fisted the covers, but didn’t gasp this time.
“That’s it. Easy. That’s two fingers, baby. You’re almost ready for my hard cock. God, I want you so much. I want to shove my cock so far into your ass that we both see stars. Damn, baby.”
She was a trouper, taking my fingers like a champ. I could hardly believe she had never had anal sex before. But she hadn’t. Heather would never lie to me.
“You ready for my cock, baby?”
She nodded.
“You sure?”
“Yes, Jett. I’m so very sure.”
Damn, my balls were already scrunched up tight against my body, my dick so hard and throbbing. My nipples had hardened too, and goosebumps erupted all over my flesh. I was about to take Heather’s ass.
I pulled out of her hot pussy and slid upward, teasing the entrance to her back door.
“Thank you for this, Heather,” I said. “Thank you for giving me this gift.”
I breached her tight rim.
This time she did more than gasp. She yelled out.
“This is the toughest part, baby. Just breathe out. Let it feel good.” I plunged in the rest of the way.
God, so tight, so warm, like a woolen glove for my cock. My instinct was to pull out and thrust back in, but I had to let her get used to the fullness first.
“You feel amazing, baby. So fucking good. You let me know when you’re ready. I’ll stay here until you are.”
“I’m okay,” she whimpered. “Show me what this is like, Jett. I want to feel this with you.”
Pure emotion surged through me. I no longer wanted to be Jett. This wasn’t happening to Jett. This was happening between Heather and Jeremy.
“Heather, baby.” I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth to keep from exploding inside her tight ass. “Call me Jeremy. Please. It’s my real name.”
She lifted her head and twisted her neck to look back at me, her eyes wide.
“It’s okay, baby. Please. Call me Jeremy.”
And she smiled. A more radiant smile than I’d ever seen on her beautiful face. “Fuck my ass”—her eyes were heavy-lidded and sultry—“Jeremy.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Heather
Jeremy. Such a beautiful name. And right now my ass was full of this beautiful man’s cock.
Such sweet fullness. Yes, it had hurt going in, but right now, I felt as close as I possibly could to this man—this man I had fallen in love with. This was a gift I could only give once. I’d squandered my original virginity on some stupid high school guy.
Now I had squandered my anal virginity to a rock star who would never love me.
But I loved him. Right now, that was all that mattered to me, as I relished the feeling of his hardness inside my most private place.
And though there could never be anything between us, he had given me a gift I’d always cherish. He’d given me his name.
“Are you sure, baby?” he asked.
“Yes, Jeremy. I’m sure.”
He pulled out and thrust back into my ass.
Such a different sensation. Foreign and forbidden. And oh, so good.
Tears welled up in my eyes—tears of joy laced with sadness. I was so happy to be sharing this part of me with a man I loved. I tried not to think of the fact that I would never have this again. As he continued to thrust in and out of my ass, the feeling of fullness morphed from exquisite pain to exquisite pleasure.
I fumbled underneath me, finding my clit. My pussy juices had dripped down, and my clit was slick. I began rubbing it ferociously, willing the orgasm that was rocking toward the precipice to gush forward.
“God, Jeremy!” I screamed against the pillow as my climax fractured me into a million pieces.
“Damn, Heather. I can’t…hold…on— Ah!”
He plunged so deeply into me, I swore we became one being for a moment.
He fell on top of me, the sweat from his chest sticky against my back.
“God, baby,” he whispered against my ear. “That was fucking spectacular.”
Yes, it had been. For me, at least. Jett had no doubt experienced the rapture of anal sex many times before with many women. He’d probably been up Janet’s ass, up Lindy’s ass. Up myriad asses of myriad women.
Don’t t
hink that now, Heather. Just revel in what you experienced for the first time. Let yourself enjoy it.
“Yes,” I replied. “It was.”
Jett rolled over and lay on his back. I turned on my side to regard him. His hair was plastered against his neck and shoulders. His eyes were dark and heavy-lidded. His lips red and swollen from all our kissing.
I crawled into his arms without thinking.
He wrapped me close to him, kissing me on my forehead.
I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything. I just savored the feeling of our sated bodies and minds together in our afterglow.
I must’ve fallen asleep because I opened my eyes to find myself in Jett’s bed, but he was gone. The night sky shone through his window. Though the door to his bathroom was closed, I could hear the soft whoosh of the shower. I wanted to get up and join him, but I wasn’t sure if that would be too presumptuous.
Of course, his cock had just been in my ass.
I sat up, ready to leave the bed and join him, when the water stopped. A minute later, he emerged from the bathroom, a black towel around his waist. He rubbed the wetness out of his long hair with another one.
“Hey,” he said. “You’re up.”
“Yeah.” I cleared my throat, my nerves skittering. “I should really be going.”
“Are you kidding? I just showered so we could start again.”
So we could start again? Of course he had to wash up. I was well aware of the personal hygiene required with anal sex. But why hadn’t he asked me to join him?
He finished squeezing moisture out of his hair and threw the used towel into a hamper. “First, we should do some carbo-loading. I’ll go down to the kitchen. My cook is off today, but she always leaves some awesome leftovers for me.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but my stomach growled. I hoped he hadn’t heard it. It was the first indication I had that I was actually hungry. I hadn’t eaten much of the dinner with Alicia Hopkins for obvious reasons.
He walked out of the room, still wearing nothing but a towel.
I was sweaty and messy. I had no idea how long he would be gone, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt for me to step into the shower for a few minutes just to rinse off. I got up and walked into his decadent bathroom.
The warm water from all those showerheads felt like drops of nectar on my sweaty body. I shampooed my hair quickly and ran a soapy cloth over the essentials. But when I reached to turn off the faucet, a warm hand stopped me.
“Finished already?” Jett said.
“Yeah. What are you doing back in here? You already had a shower.”
“I didn’t have a shower with a beautiful woman, though.”
I smiled shakily. “You could’ve woken me up.”
“Believe me, baby, I thought about it. But you looked so angelic, with your hair fanned out on my pillow, your lips so red and perfect, that cute little snore—”
“Hey! I don’t snore.”
He laughed. “Of course you don’t. Anyway, I didn’t have the heart to wake you.”
My heart surged. So he had wanted to shower with me.
Now was my chance. I would have loved to wash his hair, but he’d already done that. Instead, I slid against his body and wrapped my arms around him. We stood there, letting the hot water pelt us, just holding each other. The pressure of his lips on my head made my heart lurch once more. He’d kissed my forehead after we’d had sex, and now he kissed the top of my head. It wasn’t a sexual kiss. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have thought it was a kiss of love.
His cock hardened and pushed into my belly.
Not a kiss of love after all. Just lust on his part.
Nothing I didn’t already know. I had to be okay with that. At least I’d been with him alone. I had come with Janet just for the chance to be with him once more, and I had gotten a lot more than I bargained for. For that, I was grateful.
Without saying a word, Jett lifted me in his strong arms and set me down upon his erection. Our bodies were wet and slick, and I wrapped my arms around his neck to stabilize myself as he pulled me on and off his cock.
My nipples hardened into tight knobs rubbing against his hard chest. They hadn’t had any attention today other than from Janet. As great as her lips had felt, it had been purely physical pleasure. No emotions involved. With Jett, so many emotions hurtled through me—emotions that I had to be ready to say goodbye to when I eventually left his house today.
But I didn’t have to say goodbye just yet. I grasped a handful of his wet hair and pulled, bringing his lips to mine. We kissed with a ferocity I had never known. All lips, teeth, and tongue—as ravenous as the way he was fucking me. As I slid against his slick body, my clit rubbed against his pubic hair, and soon I was tumbling into another vast climax.
I sobbed into him, still kissing him, my tongue probing every part of his mouth—his gumline, the inside of his cheeks, the roof of his mouth.
He set me down on his cock so forcefully I thought I might break in half, and I flowed straight into another orgasm. I felt every contraction as he spurted into me.
He continued to hold me as I broke the kiss and panted against his neck.
I choked back a tiny sob. No need to get emotional. We were still going to eat something together, and then maybe we would go back to his bed.
I would see to it that we did. If this was the only night I would have with Jett, I’d milk it for all it was worth.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jett
It took all my strength to set Heather down and turn off the shower. I wrapped her in a plush bath towel and helped her dry her hair. Then I dried my own—again—and wrapped another towel around my waist. She looked so beautiful. No makeup on her peaches-and-cream complexion, her hair—the wetness brought out a darker shade of red—tumbling in damp spirals over her shoulders and back. And her eyes… When she looked at me…
I couldn’t go there. What I saw in her eyes was also reflected back in my own.
She was falling in love with me.
The thought filled me with elation, pure joy.
And also devastation.
I couldn’t drag her into this. I had other people to consider. I needed to create some distance, though I hated the thought.
I had already brought in some food. We could at least share a small snack. Then I would take her home.
I took her hand and led her to a table in the corner of my bedroom where I had set up some bread, cold cuts, and fruit, along with a bottle of Bordeaux.
“I was hoping for something a little more substantial, but this is all the cook left in my fridge. I hope you like sandwiches. I have peppered turkey and corned beef.”
“Sounds perfect.” She took a seat at the table.
I quickly opened the bottle of Bordeaux and poured us each a glass. “This is a great year. It can even class up corned beef sandwiches.”
She laughed. It sounded like happy laughter, which filled my heart with joy. She was beautiful when she laughed. Of course, Heather Myles would be beautiful doing anything, wearing anything. She was especially beautiful wearing nothing.
She took a sip of wine. “That’s really good. I don’t know much about wine, but it’s better than anything I’ve tasted before.”
“I don’t know much about wine either. My liquor store has a great sommelier, and I let him pick for me. He hasn’t disappointed me yet.” I smiled. “So what’s your pleasure? Turkey or corned beef?”
“Both,” she said. “I really didn’t realize how hungry I was until now.”
“Both it is.” I piled meat on a sandwich for her. “Mustard? Mayo? Swiss cheese?”
“All of the above.”
I placed her sandwich on a napkin, handed it to her, and then prepared one for myself.
“So,” she said, her mouth full of sandwich, “I had no idea Jett wasn’t your real name.”
I let out a guffaw. “Who would be named Jett Draconis?”
“You mean Draconis isn�
�t real, either?”
“God, no. My agent”—read Alicia—“liked it because it means dragon. She thought it sounded like a rock name.”
“What’s your real last name then?”
“Gustafson. It’s Swedish.”
“Jeremy Gustafson…” She took another bite, chewed, and swallowed. “You don’t look Swedish.”
“My dad was Swedish. My mom is German and Irish. My brother looks Swedish. He has blond hair and blue eyes.” I saddened at the thought of my brother for a moment. He’d had a tough life, much tougher than I had now being stuck with Alicia’s ultimatum.
He was the reason I had to let Heather go.
“I didn’t know you had a brother.”
“Yeah. He’s two years older than I am.” I frantically thought about ways to change the subject. “Do you have brothers or sisters?”
That ought to do it.
“Just me. The one and only.”
She stopped talking then and concentrated on eating. Maybe she didn’t want to talk about her family life any more than I did. At the moment, that was a good thing.
We gobbled up the rest of our sandwiches in silence.
Luckily, we still had more wine. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Heather yet. Originally I had planned to feed her and then take her back to bed. My second thoughts had emerged when I realized she was feeling something more for me than I’d realized—something I could never return, though I wanted to more than anything in the world.
I topped off both of our wineglasses, and she took another sip.
“So remember when I asked you, the first night we met, whether you ever thought you were selling out by not pursuing opera?”
I nodded.
“I’m sorry I asked you that.”
“Why? It was a valid question.”
She took another sip of wine, her lips trembling just a bit. “Because first of all, it was none of my business. I had no right to judge you like that. You’re hugely talented, and you’ve become an enormous success. You’re using your God-given gifts.”
