All Your Reasons

by Nina Levine

  As my desire takes over, I stand, push his jeans down and rip his shirt off. His eyes snap open as he kicks his jeans to the side. “Someone’s eager,” he murmurs.

  I’m not even slowing down. My top is off faster than he can blink, and my shoes and pants follow soon after. And then I’m standing before him in my underwear, almost panting with need. I trail my fingers down his chest, taking in the tattoos covering his body. There’s hardly an inch of him not tattooed, and as much as I’d love to stand here discovering what they all are, I don’t have time for that tonight. No, tonight is all about getting as many orgasms out of him as possible. “We’re in for a long night,” I promise.

  “I’m down with that.”

  “I thought you might be.”

  He reaches out and slips his hand inside my bra, pushing the cup aside so my breast is exposed. His thumb rubs my nipple, and a moment later, his mouth is on me, sucking, licking and gently biting. As he pushes the other cup out of the way so he is holding both my breasts, he asks, “You know what they call women with tits like yours?”

  “No, enlighten me.”

  Looking up at me, he says, “Dangerous.”

  “Really? That’s the best you’ve got?”

  Straightening so his face is close to mine, he slides one hand around my neck and grips me there while his other hand cups my cheek and his thumb rubs over my lips. He brings his lips to mine and lightly kisses me. When he speaks, his voice is growly and sends delicious sensations to my core. “Really. Tits like these have been known to make a man do stupid things. We lose all fucking reason when we see them, and to hold and taste them, well fuck, that just sends us over the edge, sweetheart.” He pauses and his eyes hold mine for a moment. They’re speaking to me, silently. They’re flashing desire and telling me how much he wants me. “Pretty fucking dangerous,” he adds before leaning in to kiss me again.

  I’m consumed by his kiss and his need. I have the same need. As he kisses me, I push his boxers down and then move my hands to take my panties off, but he has other ideas, and his hands are on mine, stopping them. I break the kiss and give him a questioning look. “You don’t want them off?”

  “I do, but I will have that honour,” he answers me and then hooks his fingers in my panties and begins to slowly pull them down.

  I watch in pleasure as he begins to lay kisses down my body and then kneel in front of me. He removes my panties and then stills, taking me in. His eyes on my pussy do amazing things to me, and I tingle with anticipation. If his eyes can do that, I know I’m in for a hell of a treat when he gives me his mouth.

  When he takes his first taste of me, I sway a little, and his strong hands grip my legs, steadying me. He holds me as he runs his tongue from one end of my pussy to the other, and it’s a good thing he does because I’m experiencing a heady rush of hunger. I’m not sure my legs would hold me up without his help. And then he pushes his tongue inside and my mind explodes with light and my body pulses with ecstasy.

  I grip his hair and moan. Wild lust courses through me. I can hardly hold myself together as he works his magic with his tongue, and I know it won’t take long for him to bring me to orgasm. His hands glide up my legs to hold my ass, and as he grips me there, it’s almost like he’s trying to pull me closer to him. It’s not possible, though; Jett has his face buried in my pussy as deep as he can. He’s got talents a woman can only dream of and I’m disappointed this will only be a one-night stand. I’d like to sample these talents again.

  When he stops what he’s doing, I want to push his face back to me. I’m about to beg him to keep going when he asks, “Do you have any idea how fucking good you taste?”

  “No, but I’ll believe you so long as you keep tasting me.”

  His eyes remain on mine as he begins to massage my clit with his finger. “I wasn’t sure if you might prefer my finger to my tongue.”

  Oh good god, he’s going to drive me insane with lust. “That’s a hard choice. Maybe you should decide.”

  His eyes sparkle with mischievous delight. “Mmmm.... let me see.” His finger is inside me a second later, and I close my eyes as I let the sensations wash over me. “Feel good?” he asks.

  I nod because seriously, I can’t even form a thought at this point, let alone a word.

  “Good,” he murmurs, and then he replaces his finger with his tongue.

  “Fuck...Jett...don’t fucking stop,” I moan, my eyes still closed, my hand gripping his hair.

  And then he takes me on a ride I never want to get off. His tongue and his fingers work together to bring me to orgasm. When it hits, I realise I’ve been missing something in my life. Jett gives me an orgasm like I’ve never had, and I scream his name as I shatter into a million fucking pieces of bliss.

  My legs give way again, and he swiftly moves to stand up and hold me. As his arms go around me, his lips crash down on mine, and he kisses me into blissful oblivion. I am completely consumed with this man; tonight, he is owning my mind and body in a way no man ever has. And we’ve only just gotten started.

  When he ends the kiss, I open my eyes to look into his. He’s watching me with a look I can’t quite put my finger on but I ignore it and say, “You think my tits are dangerous? I think your mouth is.”

  He laughs and murmurs, “Wait till you have my cock, sweetheart. I promised you an addiction you’ll struggle to break, and I always keep my promises.”

  “Can’t wait,” I whisper, the effects of my orgasm still messing with my ability to form thoughts.

  “Neither can I,” he says, letting me go. His eyes wander down to my bra, and he reaches behind me and flicks it undone in one easy movement. “I’m not sure one night with these tits will be enough,” he says as he slides my bra off. He lets it drop to the floor and bends to kiss my breasts again. The passion he kisses them with tells me he really can’t get enough and that turns me on even more than I already am.

  I reach for his cock and grasp it firmly before I begin to move my hand up and down his hard length. His breathing picks up and he stops what he’s doing and straightens. Smiling at him, I bend to take his cock in my mouth.

  The minute I wrap my lips around him, his hand lands on my head and he groans. “Fuck, Presley...”

  And then my phone rings.

  I ignore it and keep sucking him. No way am I letting anyone interrupt us tonight.

  “You wanna get that?” he asks, although I can tell he doesn’t want me to.

  I swirl my tongue over him, and he sucks in a breath. “No. Whoever it is can wait ‘cause I’ve got more important things to do.”

  “Thank Christ,” he mutters as his eyes flutter shut.

  My phone stops ringing but then starts again.

  Bloody hell.

  We both continue to ignore it, but when it rings a fourth time, I swear and let him go. “Sorry, I’ll tell them to fuck off and be right back.”

  He rakes his hand through his hair, frustrated, and smacks me on the ass. “Hurry up, my dick fucking needs your mouth.”

  I love his dirty talk and answer my phone begrudgingly. “What?” I snap without even looking to see who it is.

  “I’ve hurt my fucking ankle.” It’s Darla. Shit. I can tell from her voice she’s in a great deal of pain.

  “Where are you, hon?”

  “I’m in my hotel room, just got back, but I tripped in the bloody gutter and twisted it. Are you able to come to my room and check it out? I don’t think it’s broken, but I need a second opinion.”

  My gaze shifts to Jett’s hard on. Fuck.

  He catches my gaze and gives me a questioning look. I frown and give my attention back to Darla. “Sure, I’ll be there in a minute.”

  She sighs. “Thanks, babe.”

  “Of course,” I say and hang up. There’s no way I can let my friend down in her hour of need. She’s been there for me every step of the way through my marriage break-up, and although I have an aching need for Jett to fuck me, Darla always comes first.

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�You’re leaving?” he asks, but there’s no anger there.

  “Yeah, sorry. My friend’s twisted her ankle, and I want to make sure she hasn’t broken it.” The regret is clear in my voice.

  “Shit,” he says and begins to get dressed. “I’ll come with you.”

  “What?”

  “I’ll organise for someone to pick her up and take her to the hospital so you don’t have to worry about it. You can just take care of her while I sort this out for you.”

  Mind blown.

  “Thank you, I appreciate it,” I murmur, surprised at his offer. I’m more surprised at the way he’s handling this, though. If I’d stopped mid blow job with my ex to run off and check on a twisted ankle, he’d have been pissed and wouldn’t have hesitated to let me know.

  “No worries.”

  We get dressed and then head to Darla’s room. As we wait for her to answer her door, I say, “Sorry about this.”

  He grins. “It’s all good, but you owe me and I’ll be collecting.”

  Hell yes. I return his grin. “I like the way you think.”

  Before he can say anything else, Darla answers the door and I take in her distressed state. Mascara is running down her cheeks, along with tears. Darla never cries so I know this is bad. I take one look at her ankle and suspect she’s broken it. “Shit, Darla, that looks nasty.” I usher her to a chair and then dial down to the front desk and request for ice to be brought up to her room.

  I’m so engrossed in helping her, I forget to introduce Jett so he does it for me. “Hi, I’m Jett.”

  She smiles through her tears. “Goddamn, you scored well,” she says to me with a wink.

  Jett laughs, not even slightly thrown by her remark. I get the feeling he’s heard this before. “It’s good to - ”

  Darla cuts him off. Her eyes have widened and she looks like she’s about to hyperventilate. “Oh my god, you’re Jett fucking Vaughn!”

  “Who?” I ask, taking in her excitement and his blank look.

  She’s excited, but the pain has taken over again, and she can’t answer me, so I look at Jett who is watching me with another look I can’t read. Usually I’m good at reading people, but this is the second time tonight I’ve not been able to read him.

  He scrubs a hand over his face. “You didn’t know, did you?”

  My brows knit. “Know what? I have no idea what either of you are talking about.”

  “Fuck,” he mutters.

  “Are you going to tell me?” I ask, wishing one of them would fill me in.

  Darla’s pain subsides enough for her to answer me. “He’s the lead singer of Crave.” That means nothing to me, and when she realises that, she exclaims, “God, Presley, how can you not know who Crave is? They’re one of the best known rock bands in the world. You of all people should know who they are.”

  Jett steps in. “Not everyone has heard of us, Darla. I do occasionally find someone who doesn’t know me.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Well, now you’re just being humble. Everyone knows who you are.” She gives me a pointed stare. “Except Presley which is odd because - ”

  I cut her off. “I don’t know every rock star in the world.” I give her a dirty look and then look at Jett. “Sorry.”

  He shakes his head. “No, I loved that you didn’t know.”

  I send him a wicked grin. “I’m not into rock stars so we can just pretend I don’t know.”

  He chuckles. “You’re on.” And then his phone rings and he turns away to take the call.

  Turning my attention back to Darla, I bend down and ask, “How are you feeling, hon?”

  Her face is etched with pain. “I’ve never been in so much pain. Do you think it’s broken?”

  “I have no clue. Jett’s organising a car to come pick you up and take you to the hospital.”

  She looks at him in awe and then gives me a dreamy grin. “He’s got a good reputation, you know. Goes through women, apparently, but a nice guy regardless. It’s so nice of him to do this for me.”

  “Oh god, you know that most of the shit you hear in the press is crap so I don’t know why you listen to that rubbish.”

  She shrugs. “It’s Jett Vaughn, babe. I’ve been following him for years. I can’t believe I’ve met him, but bloody hell, why did it have to be when I look like shit?” She pauses before her eyes light up again and she adds, “Fuck, I can’t believe he’s your one-night stand.”

  I laugh and wink at her. “Yeah, he’s the guy I had my lips wrapped around when you rang.”

  “How the hell did you get so lucky?”

  I’m just about to answer her when Jett comes back. “Sorry to interrupt, ladies, but I’ve got a car waiting downstairs for us.” He looks at Darla. “I’ll carry you down if you’d like.”

  I’m sure she’s about to burst from either pain or excitement and I would bet good money on the latter.

  She’s tiny, and he easily carries her to the car. Me? I’m still in shock this man gave up a blow job to take my friend to the hospital.

  Chapter Two

  Jett

  I lean against the wall in Darla’s hotel room and watch Presley look after her friend. God, she’s beautiful. I’ve met some stunning women in my life, but Presley has that something else to go with her beauty. And that shit puts her above the stunners with no personality. Watching her now, I see kindness and compassion, and it stops me dead in my tracks because it’s not often I come across those anymore. Most of the women I meet these days are fairly shallow, and while I’ll fuck them, I don’t want to spend any time with them. Presley’s different. I’ve known her for less than six hours, and I’m already planning our next three dates.

  We got back from the hospital half an hour ago. Darla hasn’t broken her ankle. It’s just a bad sprain so they sent her back here with drugs and instructions for rest and ice.

  She leaves Darla, who is almost asleep, and walks to me. “It’s late, Jett. You should go get some sleep.”

  “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

  She frowns. “What?”

  I bend to whisper in her ear. “Your lips. My dick.”

  I hear her suck in her breath and know she’s keen but her eyes betray her tiredness. “Oh, that,” she murmurs. And then her tummy grumbles.

  Cupping her chin, I ask, “You hungry?”

  A small smile pulls at her lips and she puts her hand to her stomach. “Yeah.”

  I nod. “Okay, let’s go get you something to eat.”

  “It’s nearly three am. I’m sure you must have stuff planned for today. Don’t you want to get some sleep?”

  I grab her hand. “What I want to do is feed you, sweetheart. Sleep can wait.”

  She covers the surprise I see on her face with a grin and squeezes my hand. “I know your game, dude. You just want to get me fed so I’ll have the energy to finish that blow job.”

  I stifle my laugh so I don’t wake her friend. Dragging her out of the room, I ask, “How is it you know me so well after such a short amount of time?”

  “Men... you’re all the same. If there are lips on offer, you’ll do almost anything.”

  “Guilty as charged.”

  “So, where are you taking me?”

  “I know a little café that’s open all night. They make the most amazing food.”

  “Oh god, don’t tell me that. I’m trying to lose some weight at the moment, and amazing food is the last thing I need. I don’t know how to stop when the food is that good,” she complains.

  I eye her petite frame. She’s got curves, but there’s no way in hell she needs to be on a fucking diet. Scowling, I say, “Do you have any clue how sexy you are? Those curves of yours are every man’s fucking dream.”

  Her eyes widen and I’m stunned to think I’ve told her something she should have already known. Something any man in his right mind would tell her. “There’s always room for improvement,” she says quietly, and I want to take a match to those thoughts and burn them from her mind.


  I shake my head. “Not for you.” I yank her hand and pull her to me. Her body collides with mine, and the heat between us flares. Running my finger along her lips, I say, “As far as I’m concerned, your sexiness is off the fucking charts. Don’t change a thing.”

  A smile eases onto her face. “Every woman needs a Jett. You could singlehandedly fix the mental health of most of the women I know.”

  I steal a kiss and then smack her ass. That ass is one I could happily spend hours getting to know and laying my hand on it is something I want to do more of. Pulling away, I boss her around. “Okay, start walking. Food heaven awaits.”

  ***

  Ten minutes later, we arrive at the café and the owner gives me a huge smile. I’ve been coming here on and off for five years, so they know me well. He gets us settled and takes our order. I’m pleased to see Presley order up big. After the owner leaves us, I say, “I take it you don’t live here due to the fact you’re staying in a hotel. Where are you from?”

  “Brisbane. You?”

  Inside, I’m cheering like a dickhead. “Brisbane, too.”

  “Are you here for work?”

  “Yeah, we came to Sydney to do some concerts.” I shift in my seat and lean across the table a little. “You said you were working with models. What do you do?”

  “I’m a fashion photographer. However, I’m thinking of swapping to landscape photography,” she says, and I note the sarcasm.

  I chuckle. “Had enough of the models?”

  “You have no idea. I’ve been working in this industry for seven years, and I think I’ve hit my used by date.”

  “So, time for a change?”

  She nods, clearly enthusiastic about this idea. “I’ve got three months off, and I’m going to reassess everything.”

  I cock my head. “Sounds like you’re about to make a lot of changes, not just work.”

  “Yeah, it’s been one of those years, you know?”

  “I do. Although for me, it’s been more than one of those years.” Exhaustion pounces on me just thinking about it.

  “Oh god, that sucks,” she says, and I’m in complete agreement with her.

  “Yeah, it does, because I love making music. It’s just all the other bullshit that goes with it that I hate.”