Spice

by Jenna Jameson

  Tossing her hair back, Liz slid off the couch and on her knees. “Know what I’ve been wanting to do to you?” Her hands went to the button on his jeans.

  “You don’t have to,” he panted.

  Liz rubbed her palm over the hard bulge in his pants. “This is telling me otherwise.” Rubbing her cheek over the length of him, she turned her head and blew. Her hot breath warmed the material over his cock.

  Sean leaned into the caress, his mouth open in a moan of pleasure. Taking that as a request, Liz unzipped his jeans and folded down his boxers until his cock sprang out. Liz clutched the hard shaft, fondling it over her face and neck. For a moment, she almost put it between her breasts—old habits die hard. To cover her mistake, she took his cock as far down her throat as she could.

  She heard his head hit the wall.

  “Sweet lord,” he drawled, the Irish coming out. It turned her on, and she wanted him to say something else in that sexy accent. Slowly working her way up, she gripped his long shaft until all that was in her mouth was the head of his cock. Smearing the salty precum over her lips, Liz looked up at him. His fingers were clenched in the couch. Sean’s heavy breaths echoed in the room. His eyes were squeezed shut.

  “Talk to me. It gets me off to hear your brogue.”

  “Oh darlin’,” he grinned.

  She shivered and swirled her tongue over the head of his cock.

  “I canna wait to fuck you.”

  Liz licked him faster.

  “I’m going to have you on yer hands and knees,” Sean drawled. “With yer sweet ass in my hands. I’m going to pound that pussy until you scream my name.”

  Taking him down her throat again, Liz sucked. His sexy voice made her so ready for him to do what he was promising.

  “And then,” he growled, his hand suddenly in her hair. He pushed her deeper. “Then I’m going after your sweet ass.”

  Liz moaned. She liked his dirty talk and the way he was shoving her head up and down on his cock. It was like he was fucking her face, nice and slow. She could picture what his cock would be like inside her. Want and need exploded in her and she sucked him harder, faster, desperate to feel him spill down her throat.

  Footsteps again. Liz froze. Sean held her head on his cock. The knob to the office jiggled. Liz raised wide eyes at Sean. He was looking at the door.

  “Where are my damned keys?” a man’s voice from outside said.

  Sean pulled on Liz’s hair, but instead of having her stop, he was encouraging her to continue. They were going to get caught. Unless, she could make him come before whoever was out there found his keys.

  Doubling her efforts, Liz went all out, trying to keep the sucking sounds to a minimum.

  “Dear God,” Sean gasped.

  With one last rattle on the door and an irritated sigh, the footsteps moved away. The hall light went out. They heard the front door close. Liz lavished her tongue around his shaft and head.

  His fingers untangled from her hair. “I’m going to come.”

  Liz didn’t relent, taking him deep into her throat, until he cried out, arching into her mouth.

  She swallowed his hot bursts of pleasure and climbed back on the couch with him. Holding him in her hand still, Liz leaned in for another kiss. Sticky and hot, he was still hard as she stroked him.

  “Are you trying to kill me?” he asked, the Irish still apparent in his voice. He cupped her face and kissed her nose, cheeks, and mouth.

  “That was an adventure,” Liz panted. She was on edge, wanting to shuck her pants completely off and impale herself on him. “More.”

  “My pleasure,” he purred, laying her flat on the couch.

  She kicked off her shoes as he shimmied her pants off. “Take me. Fuck me hard.”

  “Mmm.” He spread her legs, brushing his hands over her soft curls. “That’s not taking things slow.”

  “I don’t want slow, damn it. I want you inside of me.”

  Sean moved between her legs, but it was his tongue that entered her. Liz clamped her hands on his head, guiding him.

  “I want, I want,” she gasped out, unable to ask him again. He spread her wide open and was enjoying teasing her, dipping his fingers in and out of her. When he began to probe her ass, she whimpered. She’d take anything right now. His tongue was lapping over her hard, pulsating bud. Two fingers stroked in and out of her pussy, while his pinky toyed at the other opening.

  “Sean,” Liz cried, her head whipping back and forth. “Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

  “Not on a dusty old couch,” he said. “When I fuck you, it’ll be in a bed and I’m going to come in every hole you have.”

  It was the Irish. It was the dirty talk. Hell, it was his fingers and that talented tongue when it went back to her clit. Liz dissolved into a moaning, panting, mess of emotions. “Please,” she whispered. “Please.” The room was spinning.

  God, that was incredible.

  Sean kissed her as he pulled her pants back up and buttoned them. Liz trailed her fingers through his hair. Flipping her shirt up, he kissed her belly button. She shrieked and pushed the shirt down. Nope. Not ready for him to see her breasts, or lack thereof. There was too much light in the room. Maybe if it was pitch dark. That she was even considering taking off her sweater was almost as mind-blowing as her orgasms had been.

  “Not yet,” she said, and to make it up to him, reached for his cock to guide it inside her.

  “Behave,” he said, sitting next to her and fixing his clothes.

  “I wasn’t done with that,” she pouted.

  He cuddled her on his lap. “It’s enough for one day, sweetheart. Can’t catch up on what you were missing all at once.”

  Liz nibbled on his ear. “I’d like to try.”

  She sighed as he rubbed circles over her back. His shoulder was a nice place to lay her head. “So where does the brogue come from? I only hear it when you’re hot and bothered by something.”

  “My parents are from Ireland. They moved to Long Island shortly after my sister was born.”

  Liz felt him tense, the carefree lover fading away. She lifted her head to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

  He sighed and shook his head. “Nothing.”

  “Are you close with them?”

  “Not really. Da is . . . let’s say, set in his ways and my Mum could give Ghandi a run for his money in the martyr category. They’re good people. Strong Roman Catholic beliefs. We’re just not close.”

  Liz tried to hear what he wasn’t saying in the silence that followed.

  “And your sister?” she prompted when it seemed like he wasn’t going to continue.

  He flinched. “She’s dead.”

  “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

  “Three months ago.”

  “Sean,” she pulled herself up to look at him. “That’s right around the time we started talking. You never said anything.”

  “It had just happened. It was too raw. It’s still too raw.”

  Liz couldn’t breathe as shame flooded her. Sean had reached out for FATE and she had denied him that comfort. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

  “I didn’t want you to know.”

  “How did she die?”

  Liz didn’t think he was going to answer her. He kept rubbing her back in a slow, soothing rhythm as though she was the one who needed comfort, not him. She clutched him tighter, making sure he knew she was there for him.

  “Overdose.” He finally clipped out.

  “That’s horrible.” Liz leaned her head back on his shoulder and just held him.

  Another empty silence fell and she could practically hear him thinking.

  “Did you ever do drugs?” he asked.

  “Not even a joint,” Liz said.

  “Why not? I thought all porn stars got high.”

  Something in his voice made her shift around so she could look him in the eyes. She thought she heard accusation, but there was only sadness on his face. “There were a lot of temptations in LA. Drugs were
plentiful in the industry, even if the directors played lip service to them being forbidden. There were performance enhancing drugs on set. Off the set, there was enough weed to get a small village in Thailand high. Coke, oxy, meth . . .” she trailed off when Sean tensed again. “So it was available, but no one forced it on you. Why do you ask?”

  Another silence. Liz was watching him this time. His face was expressionless and his eyes were far away. When he came back to her, he seemed exhausted. As if his journey had been a physical one.

  “No reason,” he said, clearing his throat.

  *** ***

  Sean didn’t blame Liz for being confused. His mind was scattered into a million pieces. So much for having a casual fling while he found out what demons forced Mary Katherine to start taking meth. Liz was amazing, making him lose sight of reality. He wanted to be the ex-stripper boxer/student she thought he was. What would she do when she realized he nearly fucked her in the TAs’ shared office? He looked over at the mountain of paperwork in his inbox. He had only himself to blame for assigning research papers so soon after midterms.

  He was so freaking stupid. Liz was going to hate him. And he didn’t blame her. Right now, he hated himself.

  Why couldn’t he just come clean and tell her the truth?

  Because she felt too damn good in his arms. He should have never touched her, never tasted her. He could have remained an observer and guarded his heart if he kept everything platonic. Of course, his ethics were shot in this area anyway. He didn’t have informed consent. But he didn’t think he’d get real information if Liz or her friends knew he was looking for correlations between porn stars and drugs. He tried other sources and was only told what they thought he wanted to hear. Liz was different. She was genuine. Too bad he couldn’t be. He kissed her forehead.

  “We should leave before someone comes looking to see who was doing all that screaming,” he said, letting his arms drop.

  “It wasn’t just me, buster.”

  “Come on, let’s walk around and I’ll grab you a cab.” He lifted her off him and pulled them both to their feet.

  “Yeah, it is getting late. Can you come to dinner next Saturday at my friends’ house?”

  “Sure, we’ll Skype during the week if you want,” he said. And then because he wanted more of her, “Unless you want to see me sooner?”

  Glutton for punishment.

  Her breath quickened, and he hauled her to his side in a tight embrace. “I’d like that, but my weekdays are so hectic.”

  He nodded. He was a little overbooked with everything, too. He had cases to review and McManus was trying to get him to spar with Donovan. Not to mention the Introduction to Social Work class was going to be starting in a few weeks. All he wanted to do, though, was roll around naked on the sheets with Liz. But first, he’d have to explain why his apartment didn’t look like your typical undergrad’s.

  More lies.

  His head ached. They walked for a few blocks arm in arm before Sean saw a taxi he could flag down. The driver pulled up to the sidewalk.

  “How about a dirty Skype session?”

  Sean fumbled in the act of opening the car door for her. “What?”

  “Wednesday night. Eleven p.m. I’ll put on a show for you. Then next week, it’ll be your turn.”

  “A show?” he said.

  “I’ll masturbate for you. Or maybe, I’ll fuck myself with a dildo? I’ll surprise you. Don’t worry. I can be very creative.” She opened the door and blew him a kiss.

  He was still staring dumbfounded at the cab when it pulled away.

  Chapter Seven

  So your turn, Liz,” Sarah turned to her with an evil grin. “What’s new with you and our prospective member Sean?”

  Instinctively, Liz looked to make sure Jonathan’s door was still closed. Monday nights were always rough now that his bed time was later. She’d moved the FATE meetings from 8:00 p.m. to 10:00 p.m. to give her more time with him. They had a nice supper together and read a few more chapters of Harry Potter. He was supposed to be sleeping soundly, but lately he had been sneaking out of his room and listening to the grownups.

  “Why are you keeping this Sean all to yourself?” Honey said. The delicate brunette balanced a teacup and plate of crudités on her lap. She was bundled up in wool leggings and a belted tunic that made her look sophisticated and trendy. Liz would have looked like an Eskimo.

  “It could be because he’s a hot stripper who boxes.” Sarah was far too gleeful than the situation merited. A stunning blonde, she oozed sexuality with each swing of her long legs. Eschewing the tea and going straight for the wine now that she was no longer breast feeding, Sarah looked like all she needed was a bowl of popcorn to enjoy the show.

  Liz stuck her tongue out at her. “Ex-stripper. And he’s enrolled in college courses to get a degree. Which reminds me—”

  “What does he box? Candy?” Peter hitched his hip on her TV armoire and did his best to look crisp and dapper.

  Liz felt positively frumpy next to her glamorous friends. “He teaches boxing to at-risk youths at a gym in Queens. He took me on a tour of the place; it’s really nice.”

  Peter and Sarah exchanged exaggerated winks. “How was the locker room?”

  “Guys,” Brian admonished. He had just come from the garage and was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt that was spattered with dirt and grease. He sat on the floor because he hadn’t wanted to get her couches all dirty. Not that she cared. They were curb finds and, while she was grateful to have them, they weren’t the kind of furniture you enveloped in plastic.

  Everyone looked at Brian. He seemed uncomfortable with the attention. “Liz?”

  “Thank you, Brian. What I was trying to say is I made a big step last week. You all know that I’ve wanted to go back and get my degree, but what you might not know is that I’m not going to be an English lit major.”

  “Not a lot of jobs advertising for that, is there?” Peter said with a toast of his tea.

  “I got the call today. I applied for a working scholarship and got it. So I’m going back to school to get a psychology degree.” Liz looked around at her friends’ faces and saw happy surprise. “I want to be a therapist.”

  “That’s the perfect thing for you,” Honey said, setting her plate and tea down to clap her hands excitedly.

  Sarah made a “squee” sound and tackled her on the couch for hugs. Peter leaned in and kissed her cheek once the wrestling match was done.

  “It’s about time,” he said. “You’re going to be great.”

  “Cool.” Brian gave her a thumbs up.

  “Just let us know if you need someone to watch Jonathan.” Sarah resumed her seat and poured both of them more wine.

  “I’ve got it all arranged. My classes and the work for the scholarship will happen while he’s at school. So I’ll still be around to walk him home and spend some time with him before homework and bed. Of course, I might have to have one of you pick him up from school from time to time. Is that okay?”

  “Of course it’s okay,” Sarah said, looking around the group and getting nods in return. “I’ll go with you a few times this week so the school gets to recognize I’m your friend. That way if you ever need me to pick up Jonathan, they’ll see a familiar face.”

  “Great. I’ll put all of you on the pick up/drop off list.” Liz grinned. “Like I said, it won’t happen a lot. Thanks, guys. I really appreciate it.”

  “You’re going to do all this and your graphic design business?” Peter raised an eyebrow. “We’re going to have to get you a red cape.”

  “I found out about the scholarship through my cancer support group.” Liz said. “I can take classes for free as long as I put in a certain amount of hours. There is one thing, though.” It was what was messing with her sleep at night.

  “What?” Brian asked, looking ready to go to battle for her.

  She gave him a grateful smile. “There’s this stupid morality clause in it. If I’m caught doing anything that emb
arrasses the school, I’m out. And I’ll have to pay back the school for the classes I took.”

  “That’s bullshit. That can’t even be legal,” Sarah said.

  “Well, you’re not going to do anything like that so you have nothing to worry about,” Honey reassured her.

  “Unless someone recognizes me.” Liz shrugged. “Although, with these chopped off, it’s not likely.” She gestured to her chest.

  “Then stop worrying about it.” Peter joined her on the couch and put a comforting hand on her knee. “It’s been nine years. That’s a lifetime in porn. The young stars don’t even know who you are. And the people who watched you have moved on to those new young things.”

  “Thanks a lot,” Liz groaned. “I feel as sexy as a truck most days anyway.”

  “Which brings us back to the ex-stripper,” Sarah said. “Why isn’t he here tonight?”

  “Because I’m a terrible person.” Liz put her hands over her face.

  “Yes, I say that all the time.” Peter rolled his eyes.

  “What heinous crime did you commit now?” Honey poured herself another cup of tea and started to nibble on a shortbread cookie.

  “Sean and I started emailing and texting about three months ago. We hit it off. I liked him, and I thought the group might be good for him.” Liz started to stack empty dishes. Sarah took them from her and brought them into the kitchen.

  “I’m listening,” she called back.

  “I decided to Skype with him a few times before inviting him to a FATE meeting. We talked and texted for weeks. He’s really funny. He’ll see a typo on a sign or a crazy poster and send it to me. I like him. And yet, there was something off. He had secrets.”

  “Sweetie, we all have secrets,” Honey said.

  “I know, but something didn’t feel right. However, his references all checked out, so I decided to meet with him. And he’s a great guy, so big and protective, and at the same time, sweet and nice.”

  “You’re right.” Peter gripped her knee and shook it. “Mr. Perfect is hiding something. Trust your instincts.”

  “Peter,” Sarah scolded. “So, I still don’t get what you did that was so terrible. You were trying to protect us.”