She could do it. Alessandra could handle everything.
A little nagging thought in my head knew there was still a little skeleton in my closet that she would not be good with, but I ignored it. She would fall in love with me, and it wouldn’t matter. I have never been acting with her, and I have wanted her since that moment I saw her. She was it for me.
The Leia to my Han.
I actually got to sleep in the next day, since my flight wasn’t leaving until noon. But since I woke up early every day, I still woke up at 8:00 a.m. I did a quick run on the beach, showered, and finished packing. I knew L.A.X. would be busy, so I decided to get there earlier than I was told by Leighton. Which was a good decision. Traffic sucked, and the airport was chaotic. I pulled my hat low so no one would add to my time, but a few people had stopped me to take pictures. It wasn’t long before I had people gathering in clumps around me, using their phones to take pictures and video of me walking and getting a coffee.
It never bothered me, but I could see how Alessandra would be uncomfortable. I was used to it,but she wasn’t.
I was able to sneak into the airline’s VIP lounge and pretty much everyone in there left me alone. One older lady who clearly wasn’t much of a movie fan sat next to me, and chatted about how she was traveling to Hawaii to look at the birds. Silently I prayed that she wasn’t assigned to sit next to me.It was a long flight to sit and talk about the different breeds of birds in Hawaii.
Thankfully, the flight wasn’t that full, and I had space next to me in first class. I shot Alessandra a text saying I was about to take off, and she sent me a picture of herself and Jenson in wet suits by the top of the big fish tank. I bet they were having a blast, and a big part of me wished I was there with them, enjoying the smiles on their faces. I would have liked to see Jenson get excited for all the sharks and fish. He really enjoyed everything ocean, which was so cool.
I spent the flight going over my lines, and read the script for the rest of the scenes we were shooting. They were going to be pretty intense, and a lot more scenes with Nineveh.
Which, hopefully Alessandra wouldn’t have any more loco moments, seeing me with my coworker. Nineveh was beautiful, sure. And she was very nice, and quiet. A professional.
She was nothing like Alessandra. That woman could burn a building just by looking at it, if it bothered her.
When I landed in Kauai, I drove my rented Jeep to the beach house I rented near the set, and beelined for the water.
Chapter Twenty-One
Alessandra
I was dead tired. The past few days had been nothing but exhausting. Jenson had a blast at Monterey. We swam in their big tank, and went on all the behind-the-scenes tours. He got to watch the fish and sharks in a feeding frenzy, which was a little crazy to see but he loved it. I just envisioned myself in there being torn apart by the fish, so I wasn’t all grins like he was.
Then we flew together to drop him off with my parents in Rio de Janeiro. They were thrilled to see us, and couldn’t wait to start doing things with their only grandbaby. Jenson was going to have a really busy month. My parents weren’t ones to stay in the house all the time—they loved to hike, swim, and even surf. We were outdoorsy people, after all.
As soon as I made it to Brazil, I had to turn around to head home, gather all my things for Hawaii, and get to the airport in a few hours for the flight to Kauai.
I’m sure Joel had a comfy seat in first class, and no one sitting next to him.
I was snuggled in between a large man and a young woman.
Whether he was okay with it, or I just looked like the walking dead, the man next to me didn’t make a peep about me resting my head on him accidentally for a while.
When I finally made it to Hawaii, I found my two large suitcases easily marveling at the open-air baggage claim that took advantage of the beautiful scenery and tropical breezes.
“Welcome to paradise, Lips.” I yawned and looked at Joel, too tired to ask him what he was doing here. Obviously, he was here for me.
Not caring if anyone was watching or had cameras pointed at him, I walked over and wrapped my arms around his waist. I needed to be held, or carried.
“Miss me that much, huh? It’s okay,we have a whole month of fun and adventure together.” His strong arms circled me, and I smiled against his warm chest.
“Sleep first,” I mumbled, and he pulled back to grab my suitcases and carried them to a blue Jeep just a few yards away.
“You’re taking me to the hotel?”
“Nope, you’re staying with me in a house I rented near set. And before you fight me on it, I bribed Kandi with a year’s subscription to the Bubble Gum Box to still say you are rooming with her. I doubt anyone is going to care.”
He had taken care of everything, and I was too tired to fight him. I hopped up into the Jeep and he headed toward the love shack he rented for us.
After just a few minutes’ drive on a winding, two-lane road, he turned off and drove up a long dirt driveway. This house was definitely secluded, I’d give him that.
When the little red bungalow with a wrap-around porch came into view, I was truly stunned. It was beautiful.
“Wow!” I took in the scenery before me and felt like it was something out of a fairy tale. The little house was nestled in lush green flora, and you could see the water on the other side of it. The mountains were behind us, so no matter where you sat on the porch, you would have a spectacular view.
When he parked the Jeep, I just sat there, staring.
“It’s really beautiful.” I opened the door, but he was suddenly there to help me get out.
“I thought you’d like it.” He smiled, and I left my bags behind, wanting to go inside and explore. There was a table for four on the porch, and I smiled, thinking that it would be a nice place to have dinner.
The inside of the house was so beautifully decorated that it could have been in a magazine. I really wouldn’t doubt that it had, at some point.
It had wooden walls, and pretty bamboo counters. The furniture was brown and off-white, and it flowed nicely with all the wood.
I walked over to the sliding glass door that was open to the sea and could have just died by the sight. I loved the water so much, and that pretty deep blue mixed with light green was my favorite view.
On the back half of the porch there was a large hammock that would be perfect for relaxing and listening to the sounds of the waves. Directly across from the hammock was a large claw tub. I guess with all the privacy this place provided, you could take a nice bubble bath outside without being exposed. I’d be down for that, too.
Continuing my tour of the house, I found out it had two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and was without a doubt the nicest house I’d ever been inside, aside from Joel’s house in La Jolla.
“Wanna eat some lunch?” He pulled out a bowl of fruit from the kitchen and set it on the table. Technically it was a little after noon here, and I’d been on a plane for over six hours, but I needed that nap.
“I’m going to go pass out for two hours and then I’ll be good for a little while.” I walked over to give him a proper kiss, which he returned before picking me up gently and carrying me to the room. He laid me down in the big bed, which I’m sure we would be sharing for the duration of our stay. He wasn’t going to let me sleep in the other room while he was in here, and I honestly didn’t want to, either.
He took off my shoes, setting them on the floor by the closet, and then did the same for his shoes.
I watched as he climbed into bed. He was paying so much attention to me, and I was feeling all warm and fuzzy on the inside. I moved closer, and he put his arm around my shoulders so I could snuggle his nook.
Together we napped, wrapped up in each other like vines.
That two hours flashed by and soon he was failing at trying to wake me up.
“No wonder you don’t ever want to have a sleepover; your breath smells in just two hours. I’d probably pass out breathing it in the morning
.”
So charming. Really, how was I not in love with him already?
“Go away!” I huffed air at him like a fire-breathing dragon, hoping he was telling the truth and it would scare him off.
“I was just teasing. You look like a beautiful goddess, waking from a peaceful sleep in the arms of her lover.” He was teasing me yet again. I tried to roll over but he held onto me and brought me back to his chest. This time his lips were on mine, trying to wake me with a kiss.
It was working.
“Okay, you win.” His teeth nipped at my lip and then it was on. My hands went to his hair, and the kiss deepened. Instead of trying to roll away from him, my legs wrapped around his hips, and I felt his hard cock against me once again.
“Think maybe we can get to third base this time around?” he muttered, and I wanted to laugh. God, we were acting like teenagers.
One hand went to my breast and the other to the button of my jeans. Yes!
“Shirt off,” I commanded, and he whipped it off in seconds. My fingers went to his chest, needing to feel his skin against mine.
“I’m going to touch what’s mine, Alessandra.” His low, raspy voice made my whole body shiver. I wanted what was coming. Me.
His fingers found their mark, and he wasted no time coaxing me to opening up wide for him.
I moaned and writhed against him as he pressed his thumb against my clit, and one finger teased me before diving in. My back arched; it’d been so long since I’d been touched by a man.
His thumb was rubbing my clit, over and over, making me squirm.
“Fuck, you are so sexy. You love my finger fucking you… I’m going to give you another.” He did.
“And another.”
I cried out from the feel of his three fingers inside me, stretching me.
“And another, until you are stretched enough to handle my cock.” His fingers that were on my breast gripped, and pinched my nipple through my bra. Oh, yes. He knew how to play me like he was my very own maestro.
“Joel,” I whined, needed more. His fingers started pumping in and out, faster and faster.
“Fuck!” My nails bit into the skin of his chest before letting go and holding onto his shoulder.
Then his fingers were gone. My eyes widened, and I swear, if looks could kill, he would be dead right now.
His hands gripped the tops of my jeans and panties together, and pulled them down in one swift move.
“Show me your cunt, Alessandra.” He looked so provocative as he stared at my bared sex.
“I just knew you were true to your heritage.” He winked, and I swear he lunged for my sex, tongue entering me with a wiggle, and then sucking on my clit.
“My best fantasy could never touch real life. You are perfect,” he mumbled against me, and the vibrations almost caused me to jump off the bed.
I was getting close, especially once he added a few fingers inside me. Without the restriction of my jeans, he could move more freely, pumping harder than before. When his teeth lightly bit my clit, I was a goner. My hands went to his hair and gripped him for dear life.
I cursed, unable to stop the flow of words, and I don’t even know if what I said was in English or Portuguese.
My whole body tensed, and I rode every shudder of the orgasm that shot through my body.
I always said Joel’s mouth ruined everything.
Well, it was official.
His mouth had ruined my vagina for all other men.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Joel
“The Man” by Aloe Blacc was running through my head as soon as her screaming calmed to gentle whimpers.
“While you lie there in orgasmic bliss, I need to do this.”
I may be a complete asshole for doing it, but the desire was too great. I had no choice. Reaching over and grabbing my phone, I found what I was looking for, and pushed the button.
“The Man” started playing through the speakers, and I couldn’t help but feel complete pride in myself. I was the fucking man right now.
The smile that hit Alessandra’s face hearing the song and watching me was added to the list of why she was perfect to me. Some women would honestly think I was a douche for doing something like this at this moment, but she got me. She fucking got me.
“You’re a dumbass!” she laughed, and I started to do a little dance for her amusement. She got an earth-shattering orgasm, and a sexy dance.
She was one lucky woman.
She laughed at me, and I ate that shit up. I moved my legs over her stomach and channeled the role of Magic Mike. I almost took a spot in that movie, but it conflicted with another one I was doing. I still had the moves though.
I grabbed her hands and ran them down my abs, rubbing them on my hard-on. She laughed, and when I brought my lips to hers, that smile never wavered.
The song ended, and I was quick to turn the player off before another song came on.
“You’re lucky you’re good at doing work.”
I was too busy thinking about her use of words of me doing work on her cunt to realize that I was no longer in control of rubbing her hand against me—she was.
“My turn.”
She straight up wrapped her leg around mine and surprised the shit out of me by rolling us over.
Her hands had my fly down and my dick out before I could blink. Girl had skills.
Just when her mouth was heading towards my dick and her eyes were looking up with a glint, I panicked.
“Wait!” My heart was beating erratically, and call it post-traumatic stress or just straight-up stupidity, but I couldn’t get the vision out of my head of her biting my dick like she did that carrot.
She sat up and looked at me in confusion. Yeah, you and me both, sweetheart.
“Can you, um, start slow, and maybe like play nice with him first?” Yeah, feeling like the man was gone. I swear she blinked at me ten times in the past ten seconds.
“Uh, sure, everything all right?” She was concerned now, and that was not what I wanted.
“I’ve been a little traumatized, thinking about your mouth on my dick ever since you teased me and bit the shit out of the carrot.”
She stared at me for a few more seconds before busting out laughing, collapsing on top of me.
“I’m serious! I haven’t even been able to jack off to the thought of it. All I see is you taking a big chunk out of my dick!” I was so serious, it really has been awful.
“Okay, loco. Just relax and let me make that traumatic thought into a positive one.” She finally stopped laughing and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. Slowly she moved up and down, and I started to relax, trusting her and trying not to let that stupid image invade my brain again.
I watched her lick her lips while staring at her hand moving, and that helped, too.
When she leaned down and flicked her tongue at my head, I knew I would survive.
As she continued to sweetly initiate oral with my dick, I found my body becoming fluid.
Once she saw I was relaxed, she let the crazy back out of the box and went to town on my cock.
“Fuck!” My hand went to her hair, and I held on as she sucked me like she was trying to pull my damn soul out of my body. Her tongue swirled and then pressed against the underside of my head, causing my abs to tense, and then shudder.
“Fuck my mouth, Joel,” she demanded.Who was I to deprive the lady from what she wanted? With my fingers curled in her hair, I lifted my hips up and fucked her sweet mouth. She opened up and handled me. When I heard her gag a little,I tried to pull back, but she grabbed my ass and pushed me in further.
I cursed out a slew of words, none of them probably making sense. She dug her fingernails into my ass then sat up slightly, so I automatically stopped moving.
She jacked me almost torturously slow, before going back for more with her mouth—down so slowly, then back up, dragging her lips along every nerve.
Suddenly her pace quickened, and I felt like I didn’t know which way was
up.
Two more times she slowed down, then went faster, and I couldn’t hold on any longer.
“I’m gonna come; if you don’t want it in your mouth, tell me now.” Ever the gentleman, I gave her the out of taking it all in her mouth.
“This time in my mouth, next on my tits. Deal?” she muttered, and that was all it took. Cum shot out and coated her throat. She swallowed everything, and all I could do was groan about how she was a dick-sucking goddess.
That carrot can go fuck itself; I had a new image to think about when it came to her lips on my dick.
When the final spasms subsided I just lay there, completely spent.
“I’ll do whatever you want next time, as long as there is definitely a next time,”I told her, and she gave my sensitive cock a kiss on the tip one last time before coming up and resting her head on my chest.
Life was perfect at the moment, even after we got up, and dressed again.
Alessandra wanted to go out to the water and take a walk before dinner, which I planned to have out on the porch with some tiki torches I found in the shed just by the house.
Together we walked hand-in-hand along the water’s edge, just like every postcard of a romantic vacation from Hawaii. It was just too damn perfect not to do it.
She’d never been to any of the Hawaiian Islands, so she was happy as hell just to be experiencing it for herself. Only thing that would have made it all flawless for her would have been Jenson being here, too. As much as she enjoyed having time away from him, she still wanted him around, seeing him experiencing things and making memories together. I kissed the start of a frown away from her lips when she started thinking about how much she missed him, all while coming up with a plan that might change that frown upside down.
I made us dinner, and we watched the sun go under the water’s line before settling down on the porch, watching the stars pop out.
We talked about things that we could do when we weren’t filming, and while sexing her up was my first thought, I knew she would probably want to get out and explore the island. I would just have to sex her against a coconut tree here and there. Or maybe some waterfall sex. That was adventurous.
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