Spice

by Jenna Jameson

  She came while they were kissing and he held her hips down as she ground into him, shuddering her climax.

  “Not how I planned it,” she panted. “Just too damned sexy for me.” Liz wiggled off his lap.

  “No complaints here,” he said, kicking off his shoes to let her undress him.

  Sean’s hands dug into the sofa cushion as he kept a desperate ear out for Jonathan. The kid should be deeply asleep, but if Sean heard that door crack, he was prepared to move fast. Liz popped the first button of his jeans, kissed his abs, and licked down to his waistline.

  He lifted his hips so she could ease his pants and underwear down his legs. She wrapped the silk of the kimono around her hand and grasped his cock at the base. Stroking him with her silk-encased hands, Liz darted her tongue around his balls.

  “Oh!” he cried out and cursed. He didn’t mean to be so loud. “Maybe we should—”

  “Fuck in the bedroom?” Liz filled in.

  The tip of his cock glistened, and Liz darted her tongue over the beaded wetness.

  “Sounds like a plan, but first I’m going to make you come.”

  Before his brain could even consider an answer to that, her mouth enveloped him, taking him deep. The room was filled with her greedy sucking sounds and the pounding of his heart. The things her tongue was doing to him should be illegal. Sean tried to remember statistics, the periodic table, anything to make this last longer, but Liz’s mouth was moving too quickly, the suction too intense to ignore. He stifled another moan.

  “Liz,” he gasped, tangling his fingers in her hair.

  Her wide red lips slid up and down his shaft. His body clenched, his cock drained by her eager ministrations.

  “Oh, honey,” he moaned.

  “Spice,” she corrected and then pulled him to his feet.

  Sean didn’t remember the trip to the bedroom, because he was too busy kissing her, tasting his pleasure on her lips. Her silk-wrapped hand was back around his cock. He closed the door and locked it.

  “Now, you’re mine,” he said, backing her onto the bed. Her hand pumped him back into hardness. He held the back of her head while he ravaged her neck with sucking bites.

  “Please,” Liz begged.

  “Please what?” Sean growled in her ear.

  “I need you.”

  He flipped her on her stomach, pushing the kimono up her back. Her beautiful ass tempted him, and he darted down for a quick taste.

  She screeched into the pillow.

  “Later,” he promised with one last lick at her tight entrance. “Are you ready for me?”

  He tested her wetness and became distracted by the glistening pearl between her legs. He stroked it until she was gasping into the pillow. Sean couldn’t wait any longer.

  He plunged into her heat and rammed himself back and forth. Guiding her hips, he slammed hard and fast, feeling her tight grip milk him.

  “Yes,” Liz screamed, muffling the sound as best as she could.

  He took her with every longing, every dirty thought he ever had. When the room was spinning for him, he held himself still deep inside her and admired how she looked. Her pretty face was tilted to the side, jaw slack with pleasure. Her pussy clenched and unclenched around him like her silk-covered hand.

  “Where’s the lube?” he asked.

  She pointed to the bedside table.

  “Get it,” Sean ordered and moved with her so when his cock slid out, he thrust back in.

  She tossed him a bottle of coconut oil.

  He positioned himself behind her again and now took his time drawing in and out of her. Liz sighed, her body relaxed and pliable. The sound of the wetness coating him as he fucked her was driving him near the edge. He pushed deep as he could and held her there.

  She moaned. “Don’t stop.” Then he poured the coconut oil over her ass, making sure some got into her sweet little hole.

  Liz clamped down hard-on his cock and he almost went off right there. Sean kneaded her ass cheeks, gave them a little smack just to see them jiggle.

  Her hips rotated slow little circles around his cock.

  “Yeah,” he moaned, lost in the sensation.

  His finger circled her ass on the outside, just the rim.

  “Sean,” she cried out. “I can take it. I was a DP Queen.”

  “Not for a while you haven’t. Slow, remember?”

  “You’re making me crazy,” Liz panted.

  “Good.”

  He resumed fucking her, but his balls were ready to burst—even after the world class blow job she gave him. He wanted to feel her shake apart around him. Deep again, he stopped. But her hips kept going. Damn, this was going to have to be quick.

  Making sure his finger was coated thick with the coconut oil, he dipped the tip of it inside her hole and made small circles inside the opening. Liz’s hips were forcing up and down his shaft and her movements hit just right and his finger was inside her.

  “Yes,” she moved faster. Slippery, he tried to keep up. She took his finger so well, he tried for two. It was tight, but the oil eased the way. He let her set the pace. He came almost immediately, but grabbed her shoulder so he could stay inside her as long as it took. Shudders shook his entire body as he came. Her sweet pussy took it all, clamping down in a hard grip.

  “Liz!” he cried, his vision narrowing. He was pretty sure his head just exploded. Sean’s heart was threatening to beat out of his chest. This was the most erotic moment of his life. Liz would forever be his fantasy.

  She was wild, taking her pleasure. She was moaning his name over and over again, as lost in the erotic play of his body in hers as he was. One final squeeze, and Liz screamed, her cries barely muffled by the pillow. He eased away and flopped next to her, hugging her close. He could feel her breasts through the kimono, firm and sexy. Kissing the top of her head, Sean wished this moment could last forever. But he was going to tell her everything and hoped to God she didn’t hate him for it.

  *** ***

  So this is heaven, Liz thought as she splayed across Sean’s body. He had pulled the kimono down so she wasn’t cold and was rubbing circles over her back. If he kept this up, she’d be asleep and drooling on him. Every inch of her felt loved and pleasured. Satisfaction hummed through her entire body.

  She leaned up to nibble on his ear. “I want to do it again.” Then she giggled when he pulled her completely on top of him.

  “If there was anyone who could get me hard for a third time tonight, it’s you.”

  They kissed again, for what seemed like hours. Her leg tossed over his, she felt him harden after a while.

  “I need to tell you something,” Sean said. His face buried in her neck. She was going to have bruises from his love bites there tomorrow, but that’s what turtlenecks were for.

  She sighed. “Actually, I should go first. I have a problem.”

  With on last tug on her neck, he propped himself up on his elbow. “Let me help you with the problem.” He traced her cheekbone down to her lips.

  Liz’s eyes closed. He was trouble. She was falling for him. And her life was becoming a train wreck. “I had a visitor today.” She said and then told him the whole story and who they thought the likely candidates were.

  “I want you to call me as soon as you get another one.” Sean’s face darkened, and she could feel the rage coming off him.

  “You think I’m going to get another one? That this wasn’t a joke?” Liz knew in her heart of hearts that was probably the case, but she had held out hope.

  “I know there is. This joker is playing a game. Whether it’s your ex or that reporter or something more sinister, you need to be on your guard at all time. Mischief Night and Halloween are coming up. You and Jonathan are going to be with me on those nights. I don’t want you alone here. I can stay here, if you want, or you can come to my place.”

  “What about your roommates?”

  “Never mind about that. I’m worried for you. Wednesday, you’re getting a self-defense lesson, too.
”

  “Do you think we’re really in danger?”

  “I don’t know. But we’re going to go about it as if this person is a crazy stalker. The minute it even hints at being dangerous, I want you to go to the police.”

  Liz nodded. “I hope it doesn’t come to that.”

  “Me too, darlin’, me too.”

  She shivered. Oh, she had missed that little brogue. Reaching down, she guided him back inside her. Their lovemaking was slow. She stared into his eyes the entire time. When she came, she bit his shoulder, but he didn’t seem to mind. He came, whispering all the dirty things he was going to do to her, in that lilting Irish accent.

  When she recovered, she kissed the bite mark on his shoulder. “What were you going to tell me?”

  “It can wait,” he said. “Until you and Jonathan are safe.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Sean was happy that no DVDs or any other presents found their way to Liz’s door since that stunning night of amazing sex. All day on Monday, he walked around with a dopey grin on his face. It only started to fade last night, but the fact that he was seeing her today was enough to start him smiling again. His only regret was he couldn’t meet Jonathan without still carrying his secrets. But he couldn’t risk her shutting him out when she might need his protection. He failed Mary Katherine. He wasn’t going to fail Liz.

  Of course, she was going to figure it out sooner or later. But hopefully, her stalker or whoever it was would be long gone by then. If Sean caught him, he’d beat the son of a bitch into hamburger meat.

  “Morning, Gladys,” he said.

  “Sean, thanks for coming in early to see Jackie Starke.”

  “Not a problem. Send her in when she gets here, would you?”

  “I put her file on your desk. She’s had a few more altercations in school.”

  Sean made a face. “Are we sure she’s taking her meds?”

  “That’s where you come in.”

  “I’m on it.” He gave her a salute and then made a beeline to the coffeemaker. Sean wasn’t comfortable yet with the dosages. He was glad Dr. Strauss and Gladys were supervising his decisions. He still had a few thousand hours to go before he could apply for his therapist license, and he was glad he could learn hands-on. He brought her over a cup before going into his office.

  “Bless you,” Gladys said, her hand over the mouthpiece of the phone.

  Sean needed the coffee. His schedule was going to kill him. He resisted the urge to lay his forehead down on his desk. Days like this, he thought, fuck it. Maybe he should ditch it all and become a stripper and a boxer. He’d quit the university job. Liz would never have to know he was a doctoral candidate. He’d let McManus mold him into the fighter he thought Sean could be and, when money got tight, he could go back to Club 69.

  It was a nice fantasy. One he wondered if Mary Katherine actually acted on. When her audition for the Rockettes came back with a “don’t call us, we’ll call you,” she was devastated. The first time he ever heard her cry was on the phone when she got the rejection letter. Their mother told her to come back home. She could teach dancing or go back to school and get a business degree. But she stayed in Manhattan. If faced with stripping or living with his parents on the island, he’d pick stripping, too.

  But why the drugs?

  Sugar and Spice got out of the business and Sarah and Liz were the most normal women he knew—and sexy as hell. Mary Katherine was strong, as strong as they were. If they didn’t numb with alcohol or drugs, she wouldn’t have either. So maybe it wasn’t about being numb.

  This was going to drive him crazy. Maybe he should go to one of the psychics and ask them to channel Mary Katherine. “Hi Squirt,” she’d say, and he’d probably start bawling. He went back for his second cup of coffee before tackling his paperwork.

  Gladys shrugged at him as he went by, indicating she didn’t know where Jackie was. If she was with her mother, she would have been here by now. Chances were she was at her father’s house this week. He was always a half hour late, if he even bothered to bring her. His daughter wasn’t crazy, blah blah blah. She doesn’t need therapy. Shit, after a half hour talking with him, Sean needed therapy. He couldn’t imagine living with the tool every other week.

  He was searching for foundations that would donate a couple of laptops to the clinic when he came across the website for the Canning Foundation. They had hooked up McManus for all the youth boxing equipment. Then it hit him, who Cole really was. Cole Canning, Executive Director of the Canning Foundation. Normally, they worked with children of cancer patients and granted them special trips and experiences, but they were also donating to local youth programs.

  He picked up his cell and called the number on the website. He expected and got Cole’s answering machine. “Hey, it’s Sean O’Malley. We had dinner on Saturday. I’m an idiot, I just realized I should have thanked you personally for your foundation’s grant to my gym. That’s the gym that McManus owns. The kids really like it and the equipment is put to good use. They have after-school programs every day, and I’m there on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. If you’re available, stop by and I’ll give you a tour and we can go a few rounds. Thanks again.”

  Sean hit up their online form and put in a proposal for six new or used laptops to be used in occupational therapy. He liked Gladys’s idea to grab the kids who wanted to work with computers instead of in the gym.

  The knock on his door had him standing automatically, ready to shake Jackie’s hand, but Sabrina sauntered in. Gladys rolled her eyes before leaving them alone. At least this time Sabrina was sober.

  “Have you had a chance to think about my offer?” Sabrina said. She wore a tight mini dress with a big V cut out at the chest and knee-length black boots. It wasn’t doing anything for him.

  He had it bad for Liz.

  “I don’t think it’s for me,” Sean said. “Want a soda?”

  “Sure.” Sabrina eased into the seat and deliberately rubbed her leg against his when he handed her the can.

  Sean went back behind his desk. “I’m not sure how long I can spend with you today. I’ve got a full schedule. But I’m glad you came back. I’m sorry if I said things you didn’t want to hear.”

  “I’m not a doper,” she said. “I just wanted to set the record straight. I like to have a good time. I smoke a little J. Sometimes I pop a few pills. But it’s not an addiction.”

  “Okay,” Sean said. “I stand corrected.” He remembered what Gladys had advised: just sit back and let it come on out.

  “Desiree wasn’t an addict either.” Sabrina was fierce when she wasn’t stoned. She held his gaze until he acknowledged her words.

  Sean nodded, his throat tight.

  “I don’t think she committed suicide,” she frowned. “That’s what the buzz was all over the set. It wasn’t foul play either.” Sabrina played with the tab on her can. “Everybody loved her. I think it was just one big accident. But I’m not sure.” She shook her head, her blonde hair shining in the dull florescent lights. He noticed her makeup was more subtle this time, but her body language was aggressive. Sabrina leaned forward so her breasts were more noticeable. She licked her lips as a nervous gesture, but she looked at him under her eyelashes to see if he was watching.

  “Tell me about the dopers.” Sean held on to his coffee like a lifeline. He didn’t know what her deal was, if this was her way of flirting or if this is how she related to all men, but he wasn’t interested and never would be. She simply wasn’t his type. His type was a sensual brunette who made his cock hard just by talking.

  “I’m pretty sure I don’t have to tell you what they’re like. You’re the one with the degrees and shit in this. But I will tell you the stereotype doesn’t exist. Half-baked girls don’t fuck on camera unless they want to. It’s not like they’re toking up to get through the pain of the day or any of that bullshit. Are there girls like that? Sure. Do directors cast them? No. Who wants to deal with all that emo drama?”

  Sabrina fin
ished her soda and tossed the can into the trash. Standing up, she prowled around the room, looking at his diplomas, eyeing the cabinets.

  “So if they’re not getting work with the big studios, how do they pay rent?” Sean swiveled his chair to make sure he kept her in full sight. He wouldn’t put it past her to swipe something—not that there was anything she could pawn within reach.

  “Some go into prostitution.” Sabrina ran her hand down her front and tipped up her skirt at him.

  Sean’s lips tightened.

  “Some start selling as well as using.”

  He shook his head.

  “Some get the fuck out of the business.” She perched her hip on his desk and emphasized the word fuck.

  “What would you do, if the offers started drying up?” He moved out of her reach when she tried to touch her leg to his again.

  Sabrina laughed. “Move to LA. Suck my way across country and then set up shop. I may still do that anyway.” She looked off into the distance and seemed to get lost in her thoughts.

  “Was Mary—Desiree going to California?”

  Sabrina blinked, as though she forgot where she was. She ran a hand through her hair. “We talked about it. But she liked it here too much. Her family meant a lot to her. I meant it before when I said she wouldn’t want you to blame yourself. Look,” she hopped off the desk and walked toward the door. “I think you’d learn a lot if you came to the audition,” she said over her shoulder. “You’d understand the process a little better. Think of it as firsthand research or something.”

  “Primary source,” Sean said, smiling. “I’ll think about it.”

  She turned and struck a dramatic pose in the doorway. “I know it’s out of your comfort zone. But that’s kind of the point, isn’t it?”

  His phone rang.

  “I should take this,” he said.