by Avery Wilde
I frowned. “I’m sorry. I hope that gives you enough time to get back and speak with your producers.”
Kate nodded again; her expression was grim. “Me too,” she said. “Me too.”
“You know I’d go with you if I could, right?” I walked over to Kate and wrapped my arm around her waist, and she nuzzled into my neck. A pulse of lust went through me but I pushed it aside. Comfort was more important than sex right now. I wanted her to think I was a gentleman, after all.
“I know,” Kate said, and I knew she actually believed it now. “But it’s the middle of the season. You can’t, right?”
I shook my head. “Unfortunately not,” I told her. “But we’ll make the most of the time we have together.”
Kate nodded. “Thank you,” she said. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close, and my heart leapt as she pressed her lips to mine.
“Thank you, Jay,” she repeated, inches away from my mouth. “That means so much.”
“Well, you mean so much. To me,” I replied. “Seriously, Kate, I know I’m not good at talking about this kinda stuff, but…I really like you, and I can’t stop thinking about you, no matter what I do. You’re a wonderful woman.”
She beamed at me. “And you claim you aren’t good at talking about that kinda stuff.”
I grinned back at her and pulled her tightly against me again, wishing I could tell her that I didn’t just like her; that I’d already fallen in love with her—in love with her smile, in love with her eyes, in love with her body. And most of all, in love with her mind. She was sweet, kind, and smart…but with that amazing mind came ambition and dedication, and her career was part of that. I couldn’t ask her to give it all up and stay here. Not for me.
But god, I wished I could…
Chapter Eighteen
Kate
I spent a long and sleepless night at Jay’s. He’d offered to take me home the night before, but right now I wanted comfort, and that comfort meant Jay’s strong arms wrapped around me all night. He collapsed in bed a little bit after midnight, and I thought I could sleep, so I lay down with him. But as soon as the lights were out, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I was going to do.
What I had to do.
Grimly, I decided that as soon as I returned to New York, I’d have to work my ass off to maintain my job. That meant getting a haircut, getting my nails done, and going shopping for new clothes. But I’d at least keep my new diet of eating whatever I enjoyed—that was one new pleasure I wasn’t willing to give up.
Basically, I had to trick the station into thinking that I’d really gone on vacation in order to make my professional life even better. I frowned as I twisted and turned, trying to find a comfortable position in bed. Jay was snoring next to me, but no matter how I shifted, I couldn’t relax; not enough to sleep. I had to do something.
Getting up, I padded into the kitchen and flicked on the lights. Jay had left the tea kettle on the stove and I filled it up, finding a mug and a box full of chamomile tea. I put a bag in a cup and waited for the water to boil; I didn’t know what was going to make me feel better, but tea was a good start.
As much as I’d wanted to spend the evening with Jay, I missed Lizzy. I didn’t think she’d be able to provide any insight, but part of me wished that I was with her, watching silly chick flicks, laughing and not even thinking about the real world. I grinned wryly at the thought. That wasn’t Lizzy at all. In reality, Lizzy would sit me down firmly until she got the whole problem out, and then she’d make a list of steps to take until the problem was solved.
Growing up, it was always me who did the escaping. When our parents were angry with us, I’d run outside and sit in the yard, feeling ignored, but when they were mad at Lizzy, she’d try to talk them out of it. I chuckled out loud, remembering one specific birthday where Lizzy had made a flow chart about why our parents should get her a certain present. She’d always been a character.
Now, I envied her strength. It was true that I was older (and maybe a little wiser in some regards, like when it came to drinking), but Lizzy was the more dynamic sister. She wouldn’t let herself get in a situation with this much confusion, and she definitely wouldn’t let someone like Josh jerk her around. I smiled to myself, thinking of her. If she’d been in the restaurant with Josh, she would have slapped him right in the face. Or she would have dumped her drink in his lap. Wait, no…she would have finished the drink, then slapped him, then walked out in a huff, making him look like a fool. I regretted standing there and letting him escape without getting another word in, but I was grateful beyond words that Jay had been there to support me.
“Hey there, what’s all this?” Jay padded into the kitchen. He stopped behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close. “Can’t sleep?”
I nodded. “Yeah. You want some tea?”
He shook his head. “Nah,” he said. “It’ll just make me have to piss. Besides, you could use some relaxing.”
I sighed. “I’m sorry about all of this,” I said with a grimace. “I know you were trying to get away from drama. And now it’s like your life is more dramatic than ever. And I know it’s probably not fun for you. You probably got more than you bargained for with me.”
He laughed. “Trust me, this is the kind of drama I can handle,” he said. “I’m used to crazy girls. You’re not crazy, but your life kind of is. I know things will settle down, though. I’m confident you have everything on track.”
I looked away. The tea kettle boiled and Jay walked over to the counter, pouring me a mug of tea and passing me the dish of sugar. “I hope so,” I replied. “I’m just afraid that things won’t work out.”
He shook his head. “Come back to bed,” he said with a rueful smile. “I promise I can give you some other things to think about, at least for a little while.”
I smiled back. I wanted to banter and flirt with him, but my heart wasn’t in it right now. I was too morose about leaving. What if this is the last night I spend with Jay? What if this is the last time we see each other?
Then again, if it was the last time I saw him, I wanted to make it special…
“You’re on. Take me back to bed,” I said, standing up. Jay grinned, and he rushed towards me and scooped me up in his arms. Before I could even think about what was happening, he was darting off to the bedroom with me in tow, my tea sitting cold and forgotten on the kitchen counter.
There was no tenderness in what we did when we reached the bedroom—only furious, lusty need; the burning embers in our hearts were ready to set us ablaze. Jay’s rough hands practically shredded my nightie, tearing the satin before throwing it aside. My needful hands stripped him of the T-shirt he’d worn to sleep, and he pushed me down to the bed and followed with the full intensity of his lust.
His lips found my neck, tasting me, pressed against my throat with the kind of desperation only our lust could muster. Jay’s presence was equal parts hunger and compassion. His hands clasped over my shoulders, pushing me further down the bed, and I moved and got comfortable sitting up on my knees, tugging down his boxers. His perfect, familiar cock sprang to life in an instance, bouncing into view. Already, I could see a droplet of pre-cum, beaded at the tip of it, and my mouth watered as I descended, licking it gently from the slit before engulfing his length with my warm mouth.
“Oh, god…Kate…” Jay groaned with heady passion, his fingers tangling deeper into my hair.
I loved teasing him, dragging my tongue slowly up his cock, flicking the sensitive part around the head to spur him towards the edge, but never far enough to make him cum. He took over after a moment, thrusting into my mouth with his palms guiding me down his cock harder and faster, and his fingers caught in my hair and pulled me back up with each stroke. His hips began thrusting harder to meet my lips, driving the force of his passion deeper into my mouth, closer towards my throat.
I moaned with him in my mouth, knowing the vibrations would drive him wild. I felt his legs shudder slightly, a
nd then he pulled out of my mouth. “I don’t want to cum yet,” he said, panting as his eyes gleamed with desire. “I want you.”
He pulled me towards him and pressed his mouth to mine in a heavy, fulfilling kiss. Then his head moved down, and his lips descended upon a stiff nipple, flicking the delicate nub with his tongue. I felt little bursts of pleasure with his touch as he sucked on the breast, taking it between his teeth and tugging—somewhere between a playful pull and a nibble. My whole body shook with tingling desire, and his teeth grew bolder as he gave into his lust, leaving love-bites along my chest and up to my throat, marking my skin with evidence of his voracious desire for me.
“Oh god…” I murmured, my hands moving to push him away, only to cradle his head against my throat instead. “God, Jay…”
He shifted his lips downward, sucking against my collarbone, and I let him continue, peppering a trail of hot kisses across my skin. As his trail pressed further down my body, I reached down to his shoulders to guide him. My hungry, quivering tightness was slick with need—I wanted him inside me, and I wanted it now. But instead of following my lead, he simply pushed me back further onto the bed again before sliding a finger between my thighs and teasing my pussy, stroking up and down my slit.
“Please, Jay,” I moaned. “I want you to fuck me.”
“I know,” he replied softly, a smirk lighting his handsome features. “But not yet…I’m gonna tease you the same way you teased me.”
My hips bucked lightly against his wrist as his thick finger slid up and down my lower lips, and he met my barely restrained lust by pushing it inside, coiling it around in a ‘come hither’ motion to press against the sweet spot deep inside me. I could already feel myself drenching his hand with my desire. He was trying to be tantalizingly slow, but I sensed how feverishly aroused he was.
Then he pulled back, burying his head between my legs, and I gasped with surprise, bucking my hips upward to ride his tongue. He stroked my clit with the tip, toying with it and coaxing it further out, and then he grabbed my legs and threw them over his shoulders, his arms holding them in place. His nails dug into my soft skin, eliciting further moans from me as he kept playing with my clit. My core was swelling, and I could feel him dragging me to the edge of pleasure, pulling me ever-closer to climax…
He kept going, sliding and rolling his tongue along my lips and over my clit, again and again, repeating the flicking movements until I clenched my fingers in his hair, my back stretching and arching as the climax hit me hard. I felt wave upon wave of blinding bliss wrack my body, drowning my mind in pleasure and lighting up every nerve ending, and I tugged him as hard against myself as his face could go.
When the pleasure had begun to fade, he pulled away, and I vaguely heard the sounds of rustling in the nearby drawer. I opened my eyes to watch him tear a condom free from its wrapper with his teeth, and with a quick motion, he rolled the protective layer over his thick cock. Then he was back on the bed, pressing the tip against my slit.
“Are you ready for me, babe?” he murmured.
I leaned forward, resting on my elbows. One of Jay’s hands was wrapped around his cock, and the other was supporting one of my legs, the other one dangling off the side of the bed. “I’m ready. Fuck me, Jay,” I said, biting my bottom lip as I stared deep into his lust-filled eyes. “Now.”
That was apparently all the motivation he needed, because he quickly thrust inside, his cock stretching my walls, and even as wet as I was, I gasped at the thrilling invasion, waiting for my body to relax and adjust. Jay groaned with pleasure as he continued to push further inside.
“Christ, you feel so fucking good, Kate…you’re so wet, so hot…”
I could only moan as I watched the surge of passion cross his face. His fingers gripped my legs as he held them up, pushing my ankles onto his shoulders, and satisfied with that position, he began to pump himself into me even harder, thrusting again and again, faster and faster.
The room filled with the sound of my cries of bliss—sounds too intense, and too frequent, to possibly contain. Jay continued to thrust fully, and my body pulsed in joyous celebration as I experienced every inch of him, his hard shaft causing my eyes to shut and head to fall back against the bed. I grabbed his shoulders, gripping him, wanting to be close to him as he withdrew, then thrust into me again; long slow strokes in which my inner muscles memorized his shape, contracted around his girth, and worshipped his every move. I wrapped my legs around him, my heels digging into his muscular ass as he increased his pace, the slick sounds of our bodies mixing with hot breaths and rough kisses.
He kissed like he could never get enough, feasting on my mouth while maintaining a fluid rhythm with his body, propping himself on me with one hand while the other hand cradled my neck, holding my face up to him. The furious pace of our sex was quickly building a primal need inside of me, a need that could only be fulfilled by another orgasm. I could tell that it was close, my core pulsing around him, and I whimpered as my entire body tensed under his.
My body clenched around his heavy thickness as he thrust even harder, my hands curling into fists as I tried to contain the pleasure that was already coursing through my system. Jay growled out his own building pleasure, and I watched his eyes, burning and piercing straight into my heart, which I knew belonged completely and utterly to him.
My skin was on fire, and my second climax continued to build, tiny tremors in rhythm with Jay’s hard movements, each one stronger than the next until my orgasm and his perfect face seemed like the only things left in the world. I heard myself moaning again, but the sound was carried away in the deafening rush of the blood in my ears as I was swept away into the bliss.
I was in paradise.
Jay was paradise for me.
“Fuck…you’re so tight, I don’t know that I can hold out for much longer,” Jay groaned a moment later, and I panted and moaned a reply.
“It’s fine, I already came,” I said breathlessly.
“But I want you to come again,” he said. “And I won’t stop until you do.”
He adjusted me against his hips, changing the angle of our lovemaking slightly. I slid only an inch down the bed, but the way he was penetrating me now rubbed his groin perfectly against my clit, and I gasped out my satisfaction, struggling for breath.
“Oh god, that’s so good…”
My words were lost as his kiss came down hard on my lips. My fingers dug into his back; my body remained pinned against his, ready for him to give me whatever he wanted.
Whatever he needed.
He was driving me ever-closer to the edge of another orgasm, and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer until I crested right over. His movements grew more frantic with each passing second, slamming into me with wild abandon and filling me up so completely, and it turned me on even more to know that it was me doing this, me driving this amazing man so wild and crazy.
I felt another wave of tingling bliss strike down every last ounce of cognizant thought that I could muster, and my mind went blank with pleasure. I could barely even breathe. All I could do was be in the moment of ecstasy with Jay. Then, finally, when I thought I could bear it no longer—when I thought I’d been past bearing it for an eternity—he finally came, shudders overtaking his frame until he slowed.
The world was still as we lay there on the bed, his skin against mine. My heartbeat and our mingled breaths rasped in my ears, and only then did I finally close my eyes to savor the moment that I knew must end—in less than two days, I’d be back home on the other side of the world, and I had no idea when I’d ever feel such contentment again.
Jay seemed to know what I was thinking; perhaps he was thinking the same thing. “I wish you didn’t have to go back,” he murmured.
“Me too,” I whispered, too scared to say the three words I really wanted to tell him in this moment. I knew he cared deeply for me, but surely it was far too early for me to be declaring the L word to him.
I felt the warmth of his chest again
st mine, and comforted myself in the rhythmic rising and falling of his lungs. Nestling closer to him, I nuzzled my face into his neck and finally slipped into sleep.
***
When I woke up, I felt like crap. The sex last night had been a successful distraction from reality, but it had taken a long and exhausting amount of time, and Jay was up at six as per usual, needing to be at practice soon. He looked at me after he’d climbed out bed and gotten dressed.
“You want me to take you back to Lizzy’s so you can pack?”
I nodded. “Yes, please. I want to see her before I go, and I’d hate to be alone on my last day.”
Jay relaxed into a smile. “Like I’d let you be alone on your last day here,” he said. “Come on, after practice, I’m taking you out to the Peak District, while Lizzy has that class of hers. It’s beautiful there, it’s like…um, Pride & Prejudice.”
I laughed. The idea of a big beefy guy like Jay curled up in a chair with a Jane Austen book was too much, but I had to admit, the idea of exploring another park was appealing. After all, maybe I’d spent too much time in the city. Maybe what I really needed to get myself together was some fresh air.
I took a quick shower in Jay’s magnificent bathroom—it beat Lizzy’s by at least a mile—and then got dressed. As we climbed in his Mercedes, I strapped myself in and marveled at how far I’d come. The first time I’d ridden in Jay’s car, I’d been absolutely terrified. I didn’t even think I was going to survive. And now?
I had to laugh. I wasn’t exactly a pro, but I was no longer clinging onto the door handle every time I realized we were driving on the left. And that was progress, right?
“Whoa, there,” I heard Jay say, snapping me out of my thoughts. “What’s all this?”
As we pulled out of his parking lot, reporters and photographers mobbed the car. Instinctively, I reached down and pulled an atlas on the floor up to cover my face. Jay had to slam on the brakes so he wouldn’t hit any of the paparazzi, and I felt my stomach clench into knots. Not now, I thought desperately. Not now. Any time but now, please.
