Chapter 3

 

Jax

 

I spend the next day at the beach surfing with Brando, listening while he catches me up on what happened after he left the club with Sophie, the saucy, curvy girl. As we paddle out, he proceeds to explain everything they did together in graphic detail. Every jiggle of her ass, every hair-pulling, wall-banging, beg-moaning moment.

When he asks about my night, I completely forget about the tall blonde in the alley; last night was only about one thing for me – Lizzie. She’s still dancing on the edge of my thoughts like the dirtiest kind of tease, and I hate being teased. I’ve spent barely ten minutes talking with her, total, but in my mind I’ve already undressed her, licked every soft curve and kissed every sweet spot a dozen times. I need that girl, and my body ain’t gonna feel settled until I get what I need.

Jason, an old client, calls me up later and invites me to a party. I’m already picking out my shirt by the time he gets to the details. It’s a Hollywood deal, at a place high up in the hills that I designed myself a few years ago. With his connections, he always has some of the hottest young actresses at his parties. A budding movie starlet is just what I need right now.

I drive up there with the top down, letting the cool evening air blow my mind clean. I’m always dressed well, but tonight I’m dressed well enough to kill. Custom-tailored suit, a trim cut that shows off all the right muscles, a bit of appropriate, old-school Hollywood glamor. All set off by handmade Italian leather loafers, because I know just how many women judge a man by his shoes.

I arrive at the house, feeling proud that it looks so strikingly elegant against the rest of the uninspired architecture of the Hollywood Hills, and hand my keys to the valet to park it amongst the other European supercars. When I step inside the house, I can sense the eyes turning towards me. I can sense the dozens of women deciding at first glance that I’m the one they want to fuck tonight.

“Jax!” Jason screams, pulling out of a crowd of schmoozers to wrap an arm around my neck and usher me into the room. “Long time no see.”

“Wasn’t I here last month?”

He grabs a drink from a nearby waiter and puts it in my hand.

“A month’s a long time in Hollywood, man. And if I remember correctly, you were only here for a full fifteen minutes before you disappeared – about the same time Scarlett did.”

He gives me a look.

“Could have been a coincidence.”

Jason laughs as he guides me through a crowd of hot women making no effort to hide the looks they’re giving me.

“Could have been…probably wasn’t. Scarlett came by every week after looking for you,” he says. “Poor thing didn’t even know your name, though. Afraid I wasn’t much help there.”

I nod at a tall brunette I remember from a movie poster.

“I don’t go in for names that much,” I shrug.

“You still owe me.”

Jason laughs again, and leaves me to attend to some other guests. He knows I’m not here for idle chat. I sip what’s left of my drink and look around me. It’s a good scene. A good mix of classically beautiful chicks dressed like they’re stars at the Oscars, and a favorable ratio of women to men.

There’s no doubt about how most of these girls like it. They wanna be admired. On top, in a mirror. They wanna feel your eyes on their bodies as much as your hands. They wanna hear you describe their beauty back to them.

I sidle up to a group of three girls sitting on the couch. One of them on the end catches my eye. She’s got short, platinum blonde hair like a pixie, and leather leggings that catch the light, showing off the ball-breakingly gorgeous lines of her legs.

I tap my drink against hers, and when she looks up at me, I say “Cheers,” and sip my drink.

“Cheers yourself,” she grins, taking a sip.

I sit down next to her on the couch, putting my arm on the back of it, behind her head. She shuffles towards me. I give her my full attention.

“You’re a singer, right?”

Her mouth opens in shock, and I spend a moment appreciating the curve of her red lips. “How did you guess? Have you been eavesdropping?”

I laugh. “I didn’t need to. Only two kinds of girls come to Jason’s parties: Wannabe actresses, and singers. And you’re too kinky to be an actress.”

She giggles, her body leaning towards me. “Kinky? Is that right? What, exactly, is kinky about me?”

“You like the feel of leather on your skin,” I say, gesturing towards her tight leggings, “and you like to stand out.” I finger the lapel of her red blazer, getting just a little too close to the cleavage peeking out of her black top. “You don’t like to play the typical girl,” I continue, brushing a strand of her short blond hair away from her green eyes, “and you’ve got the kind of face that could convince a man to do anything you wanted him to.”

She peels her eyes away from me and glances around the room, as if trying to remind herself of where she is, but then her eyes fall back onto mine, and she’s back under my spell.

I lower my voice, and lean in to her ear, so she can feel my breath on the softness of her neck.

“I’ll bet guys are always disappointing you in bed.”

She giggles again, but softly this time, her body shivering a little.

“Well I wanna show you how good it can really be.”

She looks up at me, then brings a finger to her lower lip, rubbing it softly.

“Do you want me to show you?” I ask. But it’s not really a question.

She doesn’t say anything, just swallows. Then she lowers her eyes and dips her head, just a fraction. It’s a small gesture, but it’s enough. I take her drink, put it on the table along with my own, then lead her away from the couch, through the crowd of people towards the exit. Her hand finds mine, and I can read the urgency of her arousal in the pressure of her grip.

I’m nearly at the door when I feel long slender fingers press against my chest, stopping me from moving forward. I follow them along a bare arm to their owner – Lizzie.

I’ve seen her twice now. And spent days remembering every inch of her incredibly sexy body, but seeing her again, in a red dress that flows around her curves like it desires her as much as I do, still takes my breath away. When I look into those brown eyes of hers, something’s different. It’s still her. Still the woman that makes my mouth water and my blood rush, but this time she’s looking at me without that sass. Third time’s the charm – and I’m not one to contradict the universe.

“I’m sorry, blondie,” I say to the girl whose hand I’m still holding, “I gotta take a pass. Another time, maybe.”

I let go, and ignore the pouty face I’m getting from the singer as I place a hand on Lizzie’s back, ushering her to a quiet corner of Jason’s house – or at least, what passes for a quiet corner. The party’s really going now, the music’s louder, and there’s not much room for private conversation anymore.

“So you are stalking me,” I say, when we stop and face each other.

“You know what your problem is?” she says, only half-joking. She’s got a look on her face like she’s on a mission. “You talk too much.”

And then her lips are on me. Full, red lips the color of wine and twice as intoxicating. She’s got her hands around my face, pressing against my stubble. I put my hands on the small of her back, feeling the magical curve where it turns into that sweet ass.

She pulls away, breathing deeply, her tits rising and falling against my chest.

“I broke up with my boyfriend.”

Ah. “I can tell.”

Her gaze pierces mine, and I realize she’s not drunk. Interesting. “You wanna know why?”

I shrug. “Not really.”

I lead her upstairs, to the nearest open door I can find, and after checking that nobody’s looking, I push her inside.

It’s a guest bedroom, with a low, queen-sized bed in the middle, and bare furnishings around it. When I close the door to the hallway, the room is nearly pitch-black. The only light is coming from outside, where the pool is, filtering through the shutters in thin stripes, highlighting a curve of her neck here, a wave of her hair there.

“I can’t see you,” she says.

“So touch me,” I reply, pulling her against me. Putting my lips on hers again. Rolling my hands down the back of her neck. I bite her, just on the lip, where she bit herself the other day. Softly pulling a little, and the short stutter in her breathing tells me she likes it.

I grab her waist, turn her to the bed, and push her backwards onto it. She squeals out in surprise, before the soft covers break her fall. I take off my jacket and drop it to the floor, then crawl over her, guided by the sound of her gasps. She reaches out a hand, searching for me in the dark, and places it on the back of my head. I kiss her wrist, brushing my lips up her arm, finding her mouth again, and softly sucking her lips – pulling away when she presses back.

Her hands go to my ass, where she tucks her fingers into my back pockets, and pulls my groin towards her. It’s a move I’ve never seen before, and combined with the way she keeps arching her back towards me, I can tell she wants this to be quick.

Too bad.

I’m gonna do it my way. I’ve spent way too long thinking about this girl not to squeeze every last drop out of this moment. I want to find every sweet spot on every inch of this woman’s body. I want to learn all the things that make her scream. I want her to lose control.

I bring my lips down to her neck, kissing, and rolling the tip of my tongue along the curves. I put my hand on her neck. Caressing the softness until my fingers are on her lips. She takes them in her mouth and sucks so insistently I’m immediately rock hard, and as I work my way down, my tongue traces the contours of her breasts. With a shimmy she throws off the straps of her dress, letting me pull it below her tits that I can’t see, but which fit in my hand perfectly. I gently flick my tongue over her nipple, kissing around it, slowly, before taking it in my mouth and licking it softly.

She moans from somewhere deep in her chest. I pull away, and blow on the nipple, now moist from my kiss. The sensation makes her spasm gently under my hands. In between her stuttering breath she moans again, and it sounds like an ache, like an itch that hasn’t been scratched in a long time.

I lower myself, and bring my hands under her dress, fingertips slowly moving up the fronts of her thighs, then around to her ass. I pull her panties off, then lick the insides of her thighs, unable to keep myself from biting softly at the soft skin there. Once again, I blow gently on the moistness, and I feel the trembling muscles of her legs under my hands.

“Suck me,” she says.

She puts her hands on my head, pulling on my hair. I keep on licking and kissing, slowly getting closer to her pussy. Enticed by the smell – it’s driving me crazy. Like catnip, only it makes me feel more like a tiger.

I want it all over me.

I reach her clit, and take it softly between my lips, kissing it tenderly and slowly, like I’m in love with it. Her back is arched upwards, pushing her tits into the air.

“Do it,” she murmurs, between staccato moans. “Do it,” she repeats, and it comes out like an underwater gurgle.

I pull back, her clit following me like a lost dog. Then I soft-blow through thin lips. Cold air tickling her moist clit. Her back slams down against the bed, and she lets out a loud groan.

I’m about to go again, when the door opens slightly. We freeze.

“…came from somewhere in here, I think. No? Lights are off, must have been the drink. I told you, Jason puts something in this co…”

The door closes again, and I turn back, monster pressure built up in my cock. Though I can’t see her, I can tell Lizzie is sitting upright.

“Someone’s gonna find us in here,” she says, most of the mumbling sexuality gone from her voice, though she’s still short of breath.

“I know, right? Hell of a turn-on,” I say.

“Not for me it isn’t,” she says, and I can hear the rustle as she pulls her dress back over her shoulders. But this isn’t over.

“I’ll get my car and meet you outside in five minutes,” I say. She’s silent for a moment, just long enough for my heart, stone though it may be, to speed up.

“Let me guess,” she finally says. “Is it red?”

I snort. “Do I look like an amateur?”