by Zoe Wildau
Jake frowned with displeasure at the idea of being followed around during his off hours.
“Seriously, Jake. I know I’m inexperienced, but everything about this production screams blockbuster. And if you’re not prepared for this, you better start preparing now. You are going to be the It Man next year.” She looked him over again, admiringly.
“I see cover after cover, from GQ to Vogue to People’s Sexiest Man Alive. Men and women alike are going to want to see more of you. I bet a behind the scenes YouTube video of you would get a million hits the first day.”
Jake’s frown deepened. “You sound like Alison.”
At that, she stuck out her tongue at him.
“You don’t like Alison?” he asked.
“Does anyone?” she asked snarkily, thinking of the way Alison had come on to Jake in the elevator. When Jake didn’t respond, she realized that she had no right to resent Alison for flirting with Jake after the way she’d thrown herself at him this morning.
Chagrined, she said, “I’m sure her job is hard.” Then she added, “She sure seems to like you.” Shut up, she scolded herself.
“Yes, it seems so,” Jake acknowledged, no hint of what he thought about Alison’s interest. “I’ll talk to her about the behind the scenes idea. Whatever her faults might be,” he gave her a pointed look, “she’s a master at marketing.”
Done with doling out and listening to compliments about Alison, and stuffed, Lilly pushed back from the table and would have started cleaning up, but Jake said, “Leave it,” and, standing, extended his hand to her.
When she took his hand, feeling a flush of pleasure, he led her out onto the balcony again, releasing her all too soon to sink into a white, linen-covered, rattan sofa. Sitting next to her, but not close, Jake leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together. Not exactly a relaxed position. He looked like a man with something on his mind. Looking back over his shoulder at her, he gave her that wry smile, her favorite expression of his.
“Sexiest Man Alive, huh?”
“Absolutely, without a doubt,” she said with a nod and a smile. In for a penny, in for a pound. It’s not like she hadn’t been expressing her admiration all day.
Jake shifted back on the sofa, rested his arm along the back and began drumming his fingers, looking out toward the ocean. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his profile in the half-light cast from the interior of the suite.
Jake stopped drumming his fingers and turned to look at her. “I should walk you back.”
“That’s not what I want, but I’ll go right now if that is what you want.”
Jake looked at her for a moment before responding. “You’re so tired, you can barely sit without falling asleep.” So he knew she had catnapped on the hammock.
“I’m not tired anymore,” she braved.
Jake glanced back to the interior of the suite. “People tend to come and go here. Someone brings in a meal at three, and I never know when Monty or Alison will show up.”
Was he contemplating the option of her spending the night?
“No one comes to my room,” she ventured. And so he wouldn’t mistake her invitation, she added, “We could go there.”
Jake turned back toward the ocean, and the drumming of his fingers started again. It matched the pounding of the pulse in her throat.
After a moment, Jake stood smoothly, and said as much to himself as to her, “I’ll take you back.”
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he headed into the suite. Lilly, numb from putting herself out there so boldly only to be rejected, slipped her feet into her sandals and followed him. At the elevator, Jake pushed the button for the fifteenth floor. It was her floor, one level below the penthouse, although he hadn’t asked. When the doors opened, she followed Jake in silence as he led her to her own room.
Groping for something neutral to say as she pulled the key card from her clutch, she asked, “How’d you know my room number?”
“You didn’t respond to my text. I came looking for you,” he said simply.
Opening the door, she turned back to him, feeling like she was in a Mayberry moment, although she couldn’t recall Ellie Walker ever inviting Sherriff Andy to sleep over, and if she had, she doubted Andy would be so rude as to reject her.
“Thank you for the food,” she muttered, staring at his shirtfront.
Jake hooked a finger under her chin and raised her face to look at him. “Get some rest,” he said.
Oh, why was he so tall? He’d have to lean in pretty far to kiss her, and it made it nearly impossible for her to take the initiative. Nearly impossible, but not impossible. Without pausing to think twice, she took his hand and tugged him into her room. He didn’t resist her, although it took more force than it should have to get him moving. The self-closing door shut behind them as she led him all the way to the edge of the single king-sized bed that dominated her “deluxe” room.
For a below liner like herself, it was a nice room, although it seemed puny compared to Jake’s palatial suite. Dropping Jake’s arm, she put both hands on his hips and turned and maneuvered him until the back of his knees were against the bed. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed until he was forced to sit. At this elevation, Lilly had the advantage.
She stepped between his knees and slid her palms up his chest over the silky-soft shirt to the sides of his face. Moving slowly, she bent and softly pressed her lips against his.
On the bright side, he did not resist her. On the other hand, he wasn’t responding. He’d reverted to automaton Jake of the morning’s makeup call. She got no reaction at all. Pulling her head back, she looked at him. His expression wasn’t blank like this morning, but it wasn’t passionate either. He looked like he was studying her as if she were a science experiment.
Well, I’ve come this far. If he rejects me again after I’ve gone a bit farther, it’s not going to make any more of a dent in my self-esteem.
She leaned in again and this time brushed her lips softly over his, echoing his sensual assault on her in the back seat of the car in New York. Stepping closer, she pressed her upper body against his. Jake still wasn’t kissing her back, but he did lift his hands and rest them on her hips. She wasn’t sure if it was to keep her from pressing herself closer, or to hold her against him.
Through parted lips, she breathed him in as she brushed her mouth over his lips, his cheeks, his ear, his brow, his nose and back to his mouth. Then, with the tip of her tongue, she traced his lips. Coming full circle, she realized she was starting to pant, and giving up on teasing him to respond to her, she pushed her tongue into his mouth.
Jake reacted then. Forcefully. He slid one hand around behind her to grip her buttocks and pull her against him. Hard. He groaned loudly into her mouth, and cupped the back of her head, angling their mouths so that he could make maximum penetration with his tongue.
She felt a gush of desire and triumph and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him back equally as hard as he kissed her.
Jake’s response was volcanic. He stroked her everywhere, urgently, then spread and lifted her legs until she was straddling him with her knees on the mattress. Looping his arm around her hips, he pushed her down hard on his stellar erection as he thrust his hips between her wide spread legs.
He continued to thrust against her, crushing her to him, hitting exactly the right spot, until she came in an overpowering rush. She tore her mouth away from Jake’s to gasp for breath and cry out wordlessly, “Ah, mmm, ohm, ahh!”
Propelled by her gratified moans, Jake rumbled, “Oh God, Lilly,” and nearly came with her. They were both still fully dressed. He grasped her hips to put some space between them, stilled his thrusting and tried to regain some self-control.
“Oh, no, please, please don’t stop,” she begged.
“Pleading is good, Lilly, because I don’t think I can stop.” With that, Jake reached for the hem of her halter dress, bunched it in his hands and pulled the dress clear ove
r her head. The halter hadn’t allowed for a bra, so her only undergarment was a lacy black thong that she had chosen with care earlier. Her small, high breasts, bare for his inspection, elicited a wolfish grin, instantly her new favorite Jake expression, and a groan of pleasure as he put his lips to work on her breasts and fondled her backside left bare by the thong.
Running her hands through Jake’s silky hair, she smiled at him as he kissed and twirled his tongue around one, then the other breast, and then back again. How, oh why, did I try to avoid this? She must have been crazy.
But she did have to admit to a thrill of fear looking down at him. Although lean, his shoulders were broad and he towered over her with his 6’3” to her 5’1”. The size of the erection straining against his pants was also more than slightly alarming. This may not go so well for her.
Although not a virgin, she wasn’t experienced. Her only other short-lived lover paled in comparison to Jake’s physical presence. But, she was definitely done fighting her attraction to Jake and was all about solutions that would have him all over her. In her.
Lifting his head, Jake grinned at her. “You’re beautiful, Pixie. Like my own china doll, except soft and warm and incredibly sexy. Can I make you come again and this time will you scream my name?”
“Hell, yes,” she tried to say, but her voice stuck in her desire-clogged throat, so she just nodded vigorously and started unbuttoning his shirt. Smoothing it off his shoulders, she thought she’d better address logistics before she couldn’t think at all.
Resting her hands on his naked shoulders, she looked him square in the face so he could see her open, sincere expression. “This is not in any way, shape or form a no, an implied no, or even a hint of a no – but I think you’re going to have to go easy on me. I’m worried we’re not going to, um,” she looked away, embarrassed and searching for the right word, “fit,” she finally said. Capturing his eyes again, she said, “I also don’t have any protection and I’m not on birth control, so….”
At her words, Jake’s expression transitioned from wolfish to crestfallen. Her not a no speech raised very practical obstacles to sex with her. Smoothing his face and kissing him on the lips, then rubbing her nose softly against his, she whispered, “There are options. Tell me, or show me, what you’d like me to do.”
Barely breathing, she whispered, “I can use my mouth.”
Jake couldn’t control the thrust of his body against her at the suggestion. Lilly, taking that as a yes, please, smiled and kissed him again, then un-straddled him and turned to kneel on the bed. She pushed him to stand up so that she could unbutton his slacks. Her hand on his belt, she took a moment to rub her face over his abdomen and press her lips along the line of his last ribs, feeling a guilty pleasure. She’d never done anything like this with her plaster Jakes, but it had not been uncommon for her to stand next to her Grezza, stroking his ribs absently, as she thought about where to go next with her designs. She peeked up at Jake, a shy smile on her lips. He was watching her reverently. He touched her face with his fingertips, running them along her cheek and jaw. Lilly’s smile widened.
Kneeling before him on the bed, Lilly unbuckled him, unbuttoned, unzipped and let his pants fall to the floor and then slid her fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs to push them down until they, too, fell in a pool at his feet. Jake kicked the clothing away, along with his shoes.
She sat back on her heels to admire his big, gloriously naked body. A silky trail of hair started just below his beltline and fanned out at the level of his hip bones, darker and curlier than the hair on his head. Heavy testicles, lightly dusted with hair, hung beneath his hard, thick cock, jutting out before her. She’d been right to be intimidated. She rose up on her knees and pressed her galloping heart against his erection. She slid the length of him between her breasts and held him there, stroking him. Against her body, he was warm, and she could feel the slight give of him, the silky texture. They could make this work.
When Jake’s stroking fingers ran over her parted lips, she bit his index finger gently between her teeth, then closed her lips around it and sucked it into her mouth, swirling her tongue. She wrapped her hand around his erection. Lilly felt him pulsing in her hand, the engorged vein that ran along the underside of his penis, from base to tip, throbbing, as her mouth and tongue on his finger performed a prelude of what she was about to do to his cock.
Releasing his finger, she bent to kiss his hip bones, skimming her lips over his erection as she moved from one side to the other. Wetting her lips, she dipped her head and slid him into her mouth. She cupped one palm under his balls and with her other hand she stroked his hip, his thigh. She circled the tip of her tongue around the head of his penis. His wetted skin was velvety in her mouth. His taste was salty and his smell intensely Jake, enticing and exhilarating. She sucked him in farther and then slid him back out of her mouth and licked off the semen that immediately beaded at the tip. Enveloping him again, she began moving her mouth up and down, keeping a tight seal around his shaft with her lips. He was much too big to fit the length of him into her mouth. Lilly adjusted the angle of her jaw and willed herself to relax so she could suck as much of him into her as possible, making up for what she couldn’t by wrapping her palm around the base of his cock and squeezing, stroking in rhythm with her mouth. Every few strokes, she stopped to swirl her tongue around the mushroom head of his penis. Sucking him back in, she wished she could take more of him in, but he was so large, rock hard now, and thick.
The blood was rushing in her ears, and she remembered to take in oxygen through her nose. Over the rush of blood, she could hear a thrumming sound from Jake’s chest as he moaned with each down stroke. His hands threaded through her short hair but neither pushed nor impeded her movement. She could feel his restraint as he reigned in his impulse to thrust into her mouth. Well before he ejaculated, she felt his climax coming as his effort not to push himself farther into her mouth became jerky.
“Lilly!” he shouted with a guttural outrush of breath. The crooning stopped as he moved his hands down her bare back, curved his body over her head and grabbed the lacy thong. He barked her name again through gritted teeth and jetted hot semen, filling her mouth until it was running over.
She pumped until he straightened and grasped her shoulders, stilling her movements. Holding him in her mouth a bit longer, she swallowed and slowly released him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek against his chest, happy and proud of her achievement, her nipples buzzing with her own sexual excitement at his pleasure.
Jake’s heart was hammering under her ear. Rotating her chin, she gazed up at him. His head was bowed, and his eyes were closed. His nostrils flared as he breathed, swaying slightly. Thinking she’d better help him lie down, Lilly guided him until he hit the bed on his side with a controlled thunk.
Rolling on to his back without opening his eyes, a ghost of a smile ran across his lips as he said, “You have no idea how long I’ve imagined you doing that.”
“I thought today, maybe you’d lost interest,” she said as she snuggled up to press her belly into his side and rest her head on his shoulder.
Jake snorted and opened his eyes, turning his head to look at her with such intensity she felt a flush from her chest to her hairline.
“Not possible,” he said. “Now, about screaming my name.”
Thrilled at the idea, but worried she was taking too much of Jake’s precious sleep time, she said, “As much as I’d like to take you up on that offer, you need your beauty sleep.” She rolled over to look at the time, and then realized that her hotel alarm clock was down in the Lab. “Argh, I took my alarm clock to the Lab and left it there.”
Jake rolled onto his side and kissed her shoulder. “Well then,” he said, fingering her thong, “it seems that we can’t go to sleep just yet.” He tugged at the fabric, sliding it off of her. He rolled the thong all the way down her legs, caressing the backs of her thighs and calves as he did so. When he reached he
r feet, he pulled it off and wrapped it around his wrist. Then, in one swift move, Jake grabbed her ankles, flipped her over and came up between her legs.
He must have been a wrestler in high school, she thought as she found herself pinned. His arms were wrapped under and around her thighs, his shoulders between her legs. She was extremely vulnerable and exposed. Lilly tried to wriggle away, but Jake just tightened his hold on her thighs.
“Shhhhh. Don’t move, Pixie. Let me look at you.”
When she stilled, Jake smoothed his hands up the sides of her hips and over her stomach. His arms were so long that his fingertips easily reached her nipples, even with her thighs draped over his shoulders. Jake brushed lightly back and forth over her breasts, and began kissing the insides of her thighs. He kissed one and then the other, and then again, moving higher, toward her center with each alternation. When he reached his goal, he slipped his tongue between the folds of her labia. There, he alternated between thrusting his tongue along one inner fold, then the other, then circling the nub of her rosy clitoris, moving in tighter and tighter circles, then back to thrusting, then circling, until she couldn’t quell the rocking of her hips, and her mind could not focus on one single thing other than the rhythm of his tongue.
Her climax came to her in swells that started in her heels and pulsed over her. She dug her humming heels into the bed and grasped Jake’s stroking hands. Squeezing them hard, she first gasped and then screamed his name.
Only when her rocking slowed to a stop did Jake lift his head, turning his face and kissing first one, then the other inner thigh.
“Lilly?” he questioned.
“Hmmm?” she said, eyes still closed, the pounding blood in her veins making red fireworks behind her lids.
“Can I make a mark,” he kissed her high on her inner thigh, “here?” he asked, his lips against her skin.
Liking the idea and thinking no one else would see it, Lilly sighed a contented, “Mmmm hmmm.” She slit her eyes to watch him. Aftershocks of her orgasm surged when Jake put his open mouth and teeth on the soft flesh and sucked hard. When he finished, he pulled back to survey his work.
