by JA Low
Slowly an arm makes its way around my shoulders. I snuggle into his embrace. We stay silent for a while, enjoying each other’s company and the free light show up in the sky. I can hear the flirty giggles of Camryn, then a deep groan from Lance. My body is on high alert with sexual tension swirling around us on the terrace.
“Thanks again for saving me tonight, I just…”
His lips kiss my forehead. “Anytime, sweetheart, anytime.”
The faintest touch of his lips against my heated skin sets my body alive, every nerve is on fire. I let my hand rest on his hard chest, the tiniest groan passes his lips. Whiskey colored eyes darken as they move from my face to my lips. I let my hand move over his torso, feeling every bump of pure muscle against my fingertips, his body stiffens the further my hands explore. I let my fingers run over the colorful tattoos on his arm, tracing the designs. His intense stare is locked on mine as my hand moves from his arm, then over his denim clad crotch. Mystery man obviously appreciates my roaming hands judging by the impressive bulge trying to break free from the confines of his jeans. Each brush across that area makes his breath hitch, and I like the sounds he makes.
Rolling on top of him, I surprise him. I let my legs fall either side of his, my aching core pressing against his eager bulge. Looking behind me—to see if Camryn and Lance were still here—I am relieved to see they have moved on downstairs. My fingers start to unbutton his fly slowly until his hand stops me.
“Angel, you don’t have to thank me like this.”
Looking at him a little shocked, he thinks I’m doing this as some kind of thanks for saving me. Letting my hand wrap around his erection, I give it a hard squeeze, making him groan. “It’s going to be you thanking me in a minute for the way I am about to blow your mind.” I smile as mystery man’s eyes widen.
“I like a confident woman.” It’s the truth, especially this divine creature straddling me, undoing my fly. My palms are pawing her bare ass where her dress has ridden up. Who knew faking a toilet stop to get away from groupies would lead me to where I am now. This beautiful goddess grinding herself against my aching cock. I remember feeling her firm breasts and heavenly, soft body against me as we tumbled to the floor. Thinking it was some groupie getting creative with her stalking skills, until I saw her jade green eyes staring at me with a panicked look across that beautiful face. It was seconds before I heard a male voice screaming behind us. Her warm body shook as the booming voice came closer. Instinct set in as I tried to protect this angel from some creep who was spewing profanities at her. I laughed when she threw her shoe at him, clocking him square in the nose. She probably broke it with the amount of blood gushing out of it. My heart did a tiny little somersault at her feistiness.
Now here I am at her home, she is slowly undressing me, her beautiful eyes focused on the task at hand. I like her accent, the Australian twang mixed with that English refinement, it got my dick hard. Who the fuck am I kidding, the whole package got my dick hard. Looking down at where she’s now situated, caramel hair spilling around bare shoulders, those generous tits pouring out of her low cut dress, like two perfect melons, plump and delicious. I can’t wait to taste them later. Our eyes catch for a moment. She licks her pink lips and gives me a mischievous smile. I realize my dick is pointing sky high, I’ve been so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t noticed she had pushed my jeans down to my ankles. I watch as her lips wrap around the head of my cock. I swear I see stars, not just the ones hanging above my head in the night sky. I let out a deep groan, fuck, her mouth is perfection, I don’t want her to stop. My fingers entwine in her hair pulling her harder against my dick. Oh fuck, her caresses feel so good. Soft, warm hands start stroking my balls, sending white, hot heat up my spine. Her skilled fingers move from stroking to rolling my aching balls around and around. She is good at giving head. I’ve been given plenty of blow jobs in my life, but this one, this one is in my top five of all time. I watch as her head bobs up and down in perfect rhythm. If she keeps up this pace, I am going to embarrass myself and shoot a mother lode down her throat before I have time to give her an orgasm.
My motto is ladies always first.
Pushing her slowly away, wet pink lips fall with a pop from my protesting cock. Sitting up, shuffling back against the lounge, a tiny frown line appears on her forehead. “Don’t worry, angel, we are so far from done, it’s not even funny.” Grabbing her waist, I pull her on top of my lap. My fingers start on their own path of exploration between her legs, gliding over soft skin, until I hit the seam of her G-string. Such a tiny thing, it’s hardly worth wearing it. My knuckle meets her wetness, she’s ready for me. “You really liked sucking my cock?”
Her face lights up in a sultry smile. “It’s a very nice cock.”
My calloused fingers slide back and forth against her slickness; she lets out a heady groan with each movement.
“Like that, angel?”
Her top teeth bite into her bottom lip as my fingers sink into her.
“Fuck,” she moans. I never tire of hearing a woman moan like that while my fingers or cock are nestled inside of her. Curling my fingers, I stroke across the delicate nerves that make every woman go crazy. With each skilled stroke, her warm, little cunt clamps tight around me as she starts to buck. “That’s it, angel, ride them. Ride them hard.” My thumb slides across her blossoming little bud. With each tentative stroke it makes her push harder against my hand, searching for the perfect mixture of pleasure and rhythm. I let my eyes roam over this beautiful creature bucking against my fingers, that caramel hair blowing in the summer’s night air as her head is tilted back, arching in pleasure. Her fingernails are digging into the flesh of my shoulders. I don’t care if she leaves any marks; I am hoping I can add more to the collection tonight. Those fluttery moans heaving from her chest, perfect feminine squeals of delight. I add a third finger to my repertoire, filling her up, the heady gasp that comes from her mouth makes my cock leak. He is so desperate to be inside of her, he is excited at the prospect and why wouldn’t he be, this woman is divine. A couple more strokes of my thumb over her sensitive clit and she is shaking, strangling my hand as her orgasm rips through her, making her whole body shake with pleasure. I think the whole of Venice Beach heard her scream. Sparkling green eyes open before me, her cheeks are flushed, and she is breathing hard.
“I want more.” She smiles, capturing my mouth with her lips, there was a sense of urgency. She lavished me with her lips, our tongues dueling between each other, all the while my fingers stayed snuggly inside of her. “Please say you have protection?” She questions on a whisper, capturing my earlobe between her teeth, giving it a hard tug.
“Fuck!” I groan as she plays with my earlobe. She couldn’t know that’s my sweet spot. But fucking hell she knows now, warm lips trail down my neck, across my collar bone, up toward my other earlobe. “Yeah, I have protection.” I never leave home without it but at this moment my mind has left me as she sucks my other lobe into her mouth.
“Good then let’s fucking use it,” she whispers into my ear.
Fuck that is hot, I swear all of my blood has left my body and moved south in preparation for what is to come. Using my free hand, because there wasn’t a hope in hell I was going to remove my fingers from her hot, little cunt, I try and grab for my wallet in my jeans pocket.
“Let me,” she says, pulling the condom out, throwing my wallet to the floor. Grabbing the foil, she rips it open and places the condom at the tip of my glistening cock in readiness. “You’re going to have to take your fingers out of me to fuck me.”
I love that this chick talks dirty, honestly I don’t want to take my fingers out of her but I do want to fuck her, so I have no choice. Achingly slowly she rolls the condom down my shaft, biting her lip as she does so. Begrudgingly, I finally pull my fingers from her. She lets out a curse when I place them in my mouth. Jesus, fuck, she tastes so sweet. “Don’t worry, angel, I will make sure you are nice and full again.” Grabbing her hips, I position her sl
owly against my cock but she has other ideas as she suddenly drops down on it vigorously. “Fuck!” We both groan at the fullness. Her heat engulfs me; her eyes roll back in her head as her hands hold onto my shoulders steadying herself. I’m not a small guy either, most women think twice about me, my girth usually gives them pause but she didn’t even bat an eyelid taking me hard. Clumsily, I unzip her dress. I need to see her tits bounce as I fuck her. I throw the offending dress to the floor with the rest of our clothes. My eyes zero in on her tits, perfectly round and natural, so fucking natural, the way they bounce is beautiful, and her tight, pink nipples standing to attention for me. I capture one of them between my teeth.
“Yes,” she whimpers.
My hand starts massaging one breast while my mouth devours the other. I swap and give equal attention to each of her spectacular tits. With each suck of her delicate nipples, she grinds against me harder. Her head is thrown back in ecstasy as I thrust harder into her.
“That’s it, angel. Fuck me, ride me, use me.”
And she does just that. Handing over control in the bedroom never happens. I always like to be in control but tonight this woman could ask me to do anything, and I would for her, just to hear her breathless whimpers and heady sighs. My balls begin to tighten as she continues to ride me like a rodeo queen. She needs another orgasm before I come, and it needs to be quick because I don’t think I’ll be able to hold out for too much longer. This has to be a record and not the good kind of record. My thumb finds that delicious little bud again, my other hand finds her lush ass cheek and gives it a hard squeeze. Fuck, her cunt nearly squeezes me dry with that move. I push her harder and harder against my thumb, making sure she gets the right amount of pressure and friction. Her sobs are like music to me ears, she’s getting closer and closer, she’s getting tighter and tighter until she explodes around me, I want to hold on longer but her orgasm is choking me and I can’t hold it, coming not far behind her. She collapses on top of me exhausted, a satisfied smile on her face, her lips meeting mine in a soft kiss.
“That was fun.” She wiggles on top of me.
I’m still buried deep inside of her, capturing her hips as she is making me hard again.
“The fun’s not over yet, angel, and next time I make you come I want you to scream my name” I say, slapping her ass, making her squeal.
“Yeah and what’s that?” she questions me; we haven’t really exchange them yet.
“Chris.”
“Well Chris, I’m Nessa, so next time we come we both know exactly what to be screaming.”
“Wow, he’s alive,” Axel, my twin brother, jokes. I punch him in the arm as we are ushered toward the conference room by the sexy blonde receptionist. My eyes watch as her hips sway with each step.
“Mr. Montgomery will be with you in a moment. Please make yourselves at home,” she says with a nervous giggle, her arm pointing to the fully stocked buffet like a game show model. There is also a fully stocked mini bar which the blonde points out to us. All our eyes are on her ass as she bends over and hands each of us a drink. When the blonde leaves the room, the boys start at me again about my disappearance all weekend.
“We thought you had finally been taken by a stalker and tied to a bed, being made to be some chick’s personal sex slave,” Evan jokes.
“Or, you had been drugged and whisked away to Vegas and made to marry some stalker in a secret ceremony,” Finn adds.
“No, no, my favorite was alien abduction.” Oscar laughs.
“You guys are just jealous I got to spend all weekend balls deep inside one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.”
They all flip me the bird.
“Pretty sure we all did okay on the pussy front, little brother.” Axel smirks.
He’s fucking two minutes older than me. It shits me that he calls me little brother, and he knows it.
“And, Evan, if you must know, yeah I was tied to a bed all weekend and she most definitely did use me like her own personal sex slave.” It was the truth. I let Nessa tie me up a couple of times. It was a first, the whole control thing, I don’t give it up ever but for some reason when it comes to her, I am complicit.
My band mates all groan.
“I’m surprised. This girl must have a magic pussy if she’s caught your attention, especially all weekend,” Finn declares.
“This woman is amazing.” My mind was still wandering to all the things we did together. She was most certainly sexually adventurous, her appetite ravenous, I think I met my match with this girl and it was kind of exciting.
“Fuck, the boy is in love.” Evan throws a muffin at my head, bringing me back from my sexual memories.
“Fuck off man. I don’t have time for love.” Pegging the muffin back at Evan, I watch as it disintegrates when it hits him.
“But you like her?” Of course my brother picks up on that shit, the whole twin thing sucks sometimes.
“Yeah, and not because she knows how to suck cock but we had fun together. I mean who knew watching TV with some chick would lead to some of the best sex of my life.”
“Stop it, please. It’s like someone has body snatched Christian and brought back some pussy assed version instead,” Oscar chuckles.
“Fuck you, man.” I throw my empty soda can at his head.
“Are we going to meet this chick? Because seriously, I kind of want to high five her for taming my little brother.” Axel gives me a shit eating grin.
“Back off, man, she’s mine,” I tell him.
Axel raises his hands up pretending to defend himself. “Seriously bro, are you that hung up on this chick that you don’t want to share her with me?”
In the past my brother and I have shared girls by doing the whole switching out twin thing. Sometimes they knew, sometimes they didn’t. There was no way in hell I would let him anywhere near Nessa.
“I found her first and that’s it.” Calling dibs on a woman is pretty sad and a first for me.
Axel just laughs.
“Wow, who knew Christian would be the first one to fall for some chick,” Oscar ribs me.
“I’m not falling for—”
The door swings open and in walks Monty, a larger than life man, dressed as if he has just stepped off his yacht in St Bart’s in his cream pants, pink polo shirt and boat shoes. “Welcome to the family, boys,” he says, slapping his hands on the conference table loudly. Last week we officially signed with Montgomery Records and today we are just here for a photo shoot and some PR stuff for the label. “I am so happy you boys are coming on board with us, we are going to have so much fun over the next five years.”
You can see the dollar signs in his eyes as he looks over all of us. He gave us the most creative licenses with our music compared to what all the other labels had to offer, so it was a pretty sweet deal. The meeting continues on with Monty praising us constantly, which is nice but I don’t need my ego stroked. I know Dirty Texas is fucking awesome and our lives are going to change. We pose for some photos as we sign the contract. Afterwards we sign some promotional material for his kids.
“Great, now the boring stuff is out of the way I want you to meet with your new PR executive. We pride ourselves on a personalized service here at Montgomery Records. You will be given your own dedicated executive to look after your account so we can grow your profile together.”
Sounds good, wonder if she’s hot?
There was a tentative knock at the door.
“Come in, sweetheart,” Monty calls from his place at the head of the table.
The door opens wider. That’s when my whole entire world stops and everyone else ceases to exist. Standing before us is Nessa, the woman who asked me to leave her bed first thing this morning so she could get ready for work. A woman has never asked me to leave before, especially after what I thought was an amazing weekend together. But this morning she was practically pushing me out the door. My eyes take her in, she looks so fucking beautiful, her caramel hair is pulled up into a tight bun, she
’s wearing a white blouse that is done up a button higher than is needed, hiding those gorgeous tits from view, a black blazer and a knee length, black skirt that’s molded to her ass. My eyes drop to her feet where she has sky high heels on that look like weapons, reminding me of the weekend. It makes me smile. Her eyes drop to where I am sitting and the smile is quickly wiped off her beautiful face and I don’t like it.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
What the hell is Chris doing in the conference room? Today I am meeting my very first clients, Dirty Texas. I don’t understand why he is sitting with the band? Monty introduces the boys to me and then it clicks, he is Christian Taylor. The goddamn guitarist for the band and he is also a twin. There are two of those gorgeous fuckers running around. Looking over at his brother, Axel, who looks exactly like him, the main difference I notice is Axel’s tattoos are all blue origami style and Christian’s are multicolored. Axel gives me a wicked wink, but nothing, not even a tiny butterfly flutter in my stomach happens. Instead my body is reacting to Christian’s presence and I hate it. I can feel my nipples tighten and my pussy clench remembering our weekend together. I also hated that he looked so hot sitting there casually in a red T-shirt that was pulled across his strong chest, the tight shirt showing off his sculptured body, a body that only this morning my tongue was exploring. Ripped denim jeans and Chucks finish off the rock star outfit. His golden brown hair hangs over his face in messy waves as if someone’s fingers had been running through it. Oh wait, they had. Me!
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Keep it together Vanessa, you are a professional and he is a client. Forget about the multiple orgasms that he gave you over the weekend. Forget about the way you sat and watched movies in bed binging on popcorn and ice cream. Just forget about his magic tongue and cock and hands and…fuck, I can feel myself turning red, this is not good. Those hazel eyes haven’t strayed from me since I entered the room. I’m trying to ignore him as Monty speaks about my role with the band. But in all honesty I have no idea what he said because I am too busy panicking. Finally, Monty dismisses me and I head back to my office, slamming my door shut. I start to bang my head against it. How the fuck could I have been so stupid? How the hell do I not know the band members of Dirty Texas?
