by Olivia Jake
With his hands on her hips, holding her against him, he looked down and asked her, “Alexandra, what do you feel, right now.” She blinked, looking at him, “Don’t think about what you should say, tell me. What does your body say?”
She opened her mouth and nothing came out. He did not break his gaze when he said, “You know I’m not like other actors. I know you know that, in your heart. Your head, that might be another story. You’ve lived in LA for so long you don’t know how to listen to your body.”
Then his tone changed from just domineering to pure sex. “However, I, Corazon, know how to listen to my body. I know what I’m feeling. And I know what you’re feeling. I can feel your heart pounding, I can feel the heat between your legs, I can see how hard your nipples are, the flush on your chest that rises up to your cheeks.” He trailed his hand from her chest to her cheeks as if for added emphasis. “You’re so afraid that I’m the one who’s acting, but you, you’re the one who’s betraying what your body is saying.”
Alex swallowed. She knew he was right about everything her body was feeling. And he was right that she was the one who was acting, acting like she wasn’t feeling those things. In what was just above a whisper, she said, “You’re right, Marco.”
A slow grin spread across his face, “I know, Corazon.”
“And cocky.” She teased. He just raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders. Then he leaned down, taking one of his hand off her hip to grab the back of her head, fisting her ponytail so that he could angle her head the way that he wanted, and then he took her mouth. He was unforgiving in his kiss. He kissed her so passionately as if to reinforce everything that he had said. She had no idea how long they were out there but finally, they broke apart, both panting. Alex could feel her lips were already swollen by his kiss, the skin around her mouth reddened by his stubble. She reflexively licked her bottom lip which made the corner of his mouth raise. She was pretty sure she knew what he was thinking.
“Are you ready?” he asked. What a simple question, but it was loaded with implication. All she could do was nod. “Bueno.” He leaned down and gave her a light kiss on her lips and then led her back inside, holding her hand. This man had a thing about holding her hand. Or maybe it was his way of leading her around. No matter. At this moment, she would have followed him anywhere.
“Jesús, we’re leaving. Say good night.” Marco said in a, ‘I’m not screwing around, get your shit and let’s go’ manner. He also said it in English, clear that he didn’t need his mother or grandmother scolding him for speaking rudely to guests. Jesús, who had been sitting talking with Teresa on the couch, lightly put his hand on her knee and then leaned over and kissed her cheek. Her entire face flushed as she looked down and grinned. Marco tensed, but somewhere in that big brother body of his, he must have known that his baby sister was an adult. Either that, or he didn’t want to waste any more time. The faster they left, the sooner he’d have Alex alone.
The ride back to the hotel was only a few minutes, but this time, unlike the previous night, Alex knew that Marco would be coming in, and she knew he’d be staying. She also knew that all kinds of lines were being crossed on this shoot. Lines that she had put in place to protect herself. To make sure that she didn’t get hurt personally or professionally. But she kept coming back to what Marco said, that she needed to listen to her body for a change. Such a guy thing to say, she thought. The consequences for women were so much greater. Male photographers sleeping with their models were practically cliché, so why did she assume this would be so looked down upon? Because she knew how this industry, and society worked. Right or wrong. Fair or not, it was just different. Women were held to a different standard. But her friend Sam had made it work. After much internal struggle and a whole lot of drama. And no one thought less of her…
Alex knew what she felt for Marco, and she knew that she’d never felt those things for anyone else. She could rationalize all the reasons why she shouldn’t be doing this, but at the end of the day, she kept coming back to one simple thing: she really, really wanted to. For someone who spent her entire life doing what she needed to do, out of self-preservation, for the first time ever, she was doing something based purely on feeling rather than necessity. She wasn’t a martyr, far from it. She loved what she did, she was fortunate in that. And true, photography had become her passion. But it was also her career. She had her animals which she was also passionate about. But this, this was different. This was a feeling that was at such a primal level, and something that was only for her.
She also had come to know the man she was about to become intimate with. She could not imagine him becoming some typical actor once they got back home. But she was getting ahead of herself. No one knew if ‘this’ would even last beyond one night, much less past the shoot. One day at a time, Alex. She tried to remind herself.
Marco must have sensed the concerns Alex was having, not that she said a word the entire drive. But he held her hand and stroked the back of it with his thumb, his own way of reassuring her, and, perhaps equally importantly, reminding her of his touch.
CHAPTER 13
Alex would have given anything to be staying in some huge high rise where her room wouldn’t even be on the same floor as Jesús’, much less sharing a wall with it. But this was a small island with small hotels… and her room was right next door to his. There was no denying that Marco was coming home with Alex. Marco didn’t care who knew. And Alex, well, there wasn’t anything she could do. The three of them walked to their respective rooms, Jesús getting to his first, Alex said, “Good night, Jesús” as he put his key in the door. He looked up into Alex’s eyes, and then down to her hand, which was in Marco’s. There wasn’t anything for him to say, so he just went silently into his room and closed the door. No slamming, no drama. Even he knew that whatever it was between them, they were going to be acting on it.
When Alex started to put her key in the lock, her hand was shaking. She was so embarrassed. Marco put his hand under her chin, tipping her face up to look at him, “Eres tan nerviosa, mi amor?” she nodded. “Porque?”
Alex shrugged her shoulders and then smiled, “Nervous and excited.” He smiled back, took the key out of her hands, opened the door and followed her in.
Once Alex heard the door close, she couldn’t believe how hard her heart was pounding. It had been so long since she was with a man, she didn’t know what to do. None of this was planned. She put her things down on the dresser and then turned around to see Marco standing, watching, waiting for her. He reached out his hands. She knew that she had to come to him, to make sure for both of them that this was something she wanted and was ready for. Without hesitation, she walked to him, making it clear that she had a voice in this, and that voice was saying ‘yes’.
Marco looked down at her with such intensity that she shivered. He took both of his hands and started tracing the sides of her face with his thumbs, then slowly down her neck, along her collar bones, around the outsides of her breasts and down to her waist. He was barely touching her and she was on fire, wishing he would do more. When he got to the hem of her tank top, he lifted it up and Alex instinctively put her hands above her heads as he lifted it off her. Then, again at an almost painfully slow pace, he traced her bra lines, down the straps, over the top of the cups, down around the back where he deftly unhooked it.
Alex was now topless, her nipples had pebbled into hard little peaks aching to be touched. But Marco was taking his own sweet time, clearly enjoying this as his lips formed a small, close-mouthed smile. He started tracing her sunburn, still, his touch was so light, then finally his hands got to her breasts, but he continued to take his time, barely touching her. As he caressed the outsides of her breasts, and down along the full part of the bottom, she couldn’t stand it any longer, “Please, Marco.” She begged.
He cocked his head to the side, “Please what, Alexandra? What do you want?”
“Please touch me.” She whispered
He chuckled and
then said, “But I am touching you, Corazon.”
She could see in his eyes that he was toying with her, but she knew that after the previous night, he needed to make sure that she wanted this. “Please, more. I need more. I want more.” She pleaded and started to raise her arms to touch him, but he put his hands on her wrists before she could make contact and shook his head. Alex knit her brows, “Why can’t I touch you?”
“Because, mi amor, I want to touch you and watch you react. I want to just focus on you and see how you respond to my hands, my lips, my cock.” Hearing that word made Alex’s breath hitch in anticipation. He smiled, “I want to learn what you like first. And, I’m enjoying seeing you get all worked up without me barely doing anything.”
“You’re enjoying torturing me?” she asked playfully.
“Oh si, mi amor. But more than that, do you know what this tells me?” he asked looking so devilish and so sexy Alex was doing everything in her power not to just jump him. “It tells me that, if you are this excited without me doing hardly anything, imagine how good it’s going to be when I actually do make love to you.” Alex’s knees actually felt weak. She thought that was just an expression used in romance novels. But now she finally realized it was real. Her heart started pounding even harder and she tried to raise her hands again but his were still on her wrists and he shook his head again, “Am I going to have to restrain you, Corazon?” Alex knew she flushed and she could feel that her panties were soaking wet. “Hmmm, it seems that somebody likes that idea.” Then he leaned over to whisper in her ear, “Do you like that, Corazon? The thought of me tying you up? The idea that I could do whatever I want with your body?” again, Alex’s breath hitched. She’d never been tied up, but thinking about Marco doing that to her, really, doing anything to her made her quiver.
There were too many questions, too much stimulation, even though there was no real physical stimulation… yet. Alex couldn’t process what he was asking. She was panting, her heart was racing, she wanted to reach up and grab him, pull him down to her, but every time she tried he just held her wrists tighter. She had heard his last question. That was the only one she could answer. In a haze she answered, “Yes, Marco, whatever you want. Please, please.” She couldn’t believe she had been reduced to begging but she wanted him so badly. Just the night before she had pushed him away, and now, she would have done anything to get him to do exactly what he had wanted to do all along. It didn’t matter. All she knew was that her pussy was throbbing, aching to be touched, really, more than touched, and she was half naked with one of the most gorgeous men in the world, number 3 according to People magazine, she thought and chuckled.
“What’s so funny, Corazon?”
Alex had no idea she had actually laughed out loud. She tried to explain, “You’re People magazine’s third most sexy man in the world.”
“And that is funny?” he whispered into her ear and started nibbling on her neck, still holding her hands at her sides. He was so close that her nipples were lightly rubbing up against his shirt. She tried to get closer, she needed more friction, she needed more of everything.
“Noooo, not funny ha-ha.” She panted, “funny that I’m here all I can think about is how badly I want you to kiss me, to fuck me, yet…”
Before she could finish her sentence his mouth was on hers, his hands finally releasing her wrists so that he could cup her face and hold it to his as he devoured her, kissing her, tasting the sweetness on her lips, nibbling at them, thrusting his tongue inside her and playing with her mouth, with his. Alex took advantage of the fact that her hands were freed, greedily sliding inside Marco’s shirt to feel his skin. It was both smooth and hard at the same time.
He kept his mouth on hers, hungrily kissing her as his hands slid around her waist pulling her to him. She could feel the heat coming from both their bodies even though he was still completely clothed. More than that, she could feel his erection pressing against her which just made her want him that much more. She wanted to press harder against him. She felt like she wanted to climb him. The more she tried to direct him, lead him, the more he lead her, making it clear who was calling the shots, who was in control. After holding herself back for so long, she felt like a wild animal. And it was obvious he could sense this as he finally turned her around, walking her backwards as they continued devouring each other till the back of her knees hit the bed. Marco lifted Alex up and laid her down on the bed so that her entire body was flat. He paused for a moment to look down at her and smile. Just his smile alone sent tingles throughout her.
He leaned down and unbuttoned her shorts, sliding them and her underwear off together in one swift move. Her sandals had already come off earlier, so she was now, completely naked. And he was completely clothed. As she looked up at him, she suddenly felt very vulnerable.
As sexy as she was, and as much as he wanted to take her right then, he could also see the trepidation creep into her mind as she lay there looking up to him. “It’s just you and me, Alexandra. Here for each other, to be with each other because we both want it. I know you want it, but you need to be sure.” Alex heard what he was saying and tried to process it. Was he backing out now, or was he just being a gentleman, trying to prove again to her that he wasn’t what she thought he was. As he stood over her, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. She propped herself up on her elbows to watch, enjoying the show. He raised his eyebrows and she licked her lips, making him smile as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off, along with his briefs, so that he was now naked too. Alex had seen him in his bathing suit at his house, so she had seen pretty much all of him already. But now, she was seeing everything. And any hint of trepidation was replaced by lust and longing as she focused on his huge cock, proudly standing at attention, pointing towards her. She smiled again as she got up and crawled towards him, towards it.
He stayed standing at the edge of the bed watching. When she got to her prize, she kept her hands on the bed and stuck her tongue out to lick the precum off the tip. She heard Marco inhale as her tongue made contact and she smiled as she looked up at him. He was looking down, watching, clearly liking what he was seeing. Encouraged, Alex licked the head, around the ridge, tasting as she went. It had been such a long time since she had been intimate with a man, she had forgotten how good their cocks could taste. She played with his head, taking just it into her mouth, sucking it, remembering how smooth, spongy and hard it could be. Then she went deeper, sliding her mouth down his long shaft. He was big, and she couldn’t fit it all in, but she reveled in taking as much as she could, feeling the head hit the back of her throat, eliciting a soft moan from Marco. She sucked up and down, using her tongue as she went, getting lost in the wonderful feeling of having a man’s cock in her mouth until she was suddenly broken from her moment as she felt Marco’s hands on her head, stilling her. She looked up at him with her eyes, not removing her mouth from his cock, which earned a smile from him.
“Mmmm, Alexandra, what I wouldn’t give to grab your camera right now and get a picture of this.” He said sexily. Alex released his cock from her mouth and smiled.
“I don’t think that would be very good for either of our careers.” She teased.
“Oh, mi amor, I wouldn’t let anyone see. It would just be for me.” Alex raised her eyebrows. “But I don’t need to take pictures, I have you right here, in person.” He said and then leaned down, pushing her onto her back, crawling over her until he was on top of her. He had both of her wrists in his hands, pinning her arms to the bed as he leaned in to kiss her again. He moved down to her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and she moaned. She could feel his mouth smile against her as he started sucking and biting her nipple. As he worked on the one in his mouth, he took the other between his thumb and forefinger. He bit and sucked and nibbled on her nipples, increasing the intensity as he went. The more he focused on them, the hornier she got. Her hips started moving, grinding her mound against his cock. She couldn’t believe the sensation she was
feeling just from his mouth and hands playing with her nipples. Her pussy was throbbing, desperate for attention. She felt like if he kept at what he was doing, she just might come from this alone. But he had other plans.
He slowly made his way down her torso, kissing her stomach as he went, until his face was between her legs. He put both of his hands on her inner thighs and pushed them back and just looked at her, “Alexandra, you have such a pretty pussy. And so nice and wet.” He took one long lick, from the base of her opening up to her clit, stopping on her clit and sucking it, making Alex shiver. “Mmmm, and you’re so sweet, Alexandra. So sweet and so wet.”
Alex wanted to reply, wanted to say something, but she was so lost in feeling that the words just didn’t come. No matter, Marco wasn’t interesting in talking as he dove back in, exploring her sex with his tongue. Alex was glad she had shaved that morning. After a memorable shoot years ago, the actress who Alex was shooting was rather proud of her body, and had asked Alex for her opinion on wardrobe. When Alex walked into her dressing room, she was taken aback by the fact that the starlet was completely naked. And completely hairless down there. Her surprise must have been obvious as the actress offered, “Oh, honey, it’s so much better without hair. It’s so much more sensitive and just cleaner. And I think it’s prettier, don’t you?” to which Alex nodded and agreed. She had seen plenty of models naked, but actresses were usually much more aware of their privacy. Regardless, Alex decided to try it to see if it was true, and sure enough, it did feel better, so she had shaved ever since.
