by JA Low
“Well, thank you. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t of appeared.” The words hitch in my throat, thinking about that disgusting man and how his grubby hands had touched me.
“You had it under control, angel. Remind me next time to never piss off a woman when she has heels on, they can be used as weapons.”
This makes me laugh. I will always make sure that I have heels on wherever I go from now on, knowing exactly what they can do. We both stand there for a moment taking each other in.
“Not sure about you, but I could use a drink,” he says, breaking the awkward silence.
“I think that sounds like a great idea.”
He retrieves my shoes and hands them to me. I slip them on, holding onto his strong arm for balance. Once I have them on, he takes my hand and walks me back through the party and straight toward the bar. The barmen are busy serving others so we wait our turn.
“So you’re not from around here, judging by that accent.”
“Originally from Australia, but just arrived from London today.”
“So you’re sticking around in LA then?”
“Yeah, I will be for a while.”
He gives me a panty melting smile. “Cool.” It’s at that moment that a barman stops in front of us.
“Four tequilas, please.”
Doesn’t take long for the barman to pour out the shots and hand over some salt and slices of lime.
“Here.” He hands me two shot glasses. “Bottoms up.” He smiles, knocking back the shots. I follow suit, the liquid heating a path through my body. The tart taste of lime hitting my lips as I try and balance out the tequila.
“Nice, I like a woman who knows her way round a tequila shot.” His eyes never leaving my lips that are currently wrapped around the slice of lime.
Is he flirting with me? I sure as hell hope so.
He hands me a glass of champagne and grabs a glass of beer for himself.
“Let’s grab a seat.” He points to a spare arm chair near the pool. Taking my free hand, he pulls me toward the chair. He takes a seat and motions for me to sit on his lap.
I raise my eyebrow at him.
He just laughs. “Fine, I can be a gentleman and stand.” He moves to get up out of the chair. I stop him with a hand on his chest.
“I think I can handle sitting on your lap.”
He sits back down again with a smile on his face.
I sit down on his lap, one of his hands rests on my thigh, the other hangs over the edge of the chair holding his beer.
“So what brings you to LA, besides the weather? Let’s face it, London’s weather sucks.” He laughs.
“Tell me about it. I felt like I was one winter away from turning into a vampire.” We both laugh. “I was actually offered a job here.”
“So, what do you do?”
I knew that would be his next question. I don’t want to tell him what I do for a living. Usually when I tell guys I am a PR executive for a record label they want to hand me a demo. Men have dated me in the past to get further up the ladder, I don’t trust any of them.
“I…I’m an event planner.” I’ve heard Camryn talk about it enough I can bluff my way through. It’s not like I am ever going to see this man again. “What about you?”
He stills for a moment, takes a sip of his beer before answering. “I…um…am a chef.” He smiles.
He’s hot and can cook, but before we can delve further, I hear my name being called.
“Nessa, there you are. I have been looking everywhere for you.” Camryn stops and eyes me sitting on some random hot guy’s lap. Her eyes widen. “Kane said you had gone home; you were complaining about jet lag or something.”
Mystery man stiffens at hearing another guy’s name.
“Sorry, I kind of told a white lie. I couldn’t sit and listen to him harp on about football anymore.”
Camryn nods in understanding. “So, um…who’s this?” She questions my mystery man.
“I was her knight in shining armor.”
Camryn frowns, not following his train of thought.
“Your friend ran into some trouble at the bathroom.”
Camryn’s face turns to me. “Are you okay, babe?”
Rubbing my wrist, where the guy had hurt me, I respond, “Yeah, one of those old creeps from before tried to get handsy with me, but this guy saved me.” I tap his strong, tight thigh with my hand.
“Actually, I was just her back up, she had it all under control. Did you know she has lethal skills with heels?”
We both laugh. I could laugh about it now. Camryn looks at each of us, her face falls when she sees the bruise growing on my wrist.
“Ness?” She points to my wrist.
I rub it again. “It’s okay.”
Camryn didn’t look happy about it. “Lance and I were just leaving,” she tells me as the very large footballer walks up behind her, his arm resting around her shoulder. His eyes drop to me sitting on this guy’s lap. He’s probably not happy about it because not long ago I was flirting with his friend.
“Ready to go, Cam?” his deep voice breaks the silence.
“Um, yeah sure. Ness, you ready to go?” Camryn looks between me and my mystery man.
My stomach sinks as I have to leave this man, Cammie is my ride home. Slowly I slip off his lap. “Thank you for helping me tonight,” I say as he stands up.
“Anytime, angel, anytime.”
We both stand there looking at each other, not knowing what to do.
“I owe you a drink?” Camryn says, looking at my rescuer. “I mean it’s not every day someone saves my best friend from some sleaze ball.”
He shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans, looking a little uncomfortable with the attention Camryn is giving him about his heroics.
“Why don’t you come back to our place and grab a drink there?” She smiles, fluttering her eyelashes at him.
He turns to me, gauging my reaction. I nod in agreement.
“Okay, sound like fun,” he answers as he entwines our fingers together.
64
Vanessa
“Welcome to la casa de dos Perras,” Camryn says, laughing as we enter.
“The house of two bitches,” says mystery man, raising his eyebrows at Camryn.
“You caught that, hey?” She giggles.
“I’m from Texas, I speak a little Spanish.” He grins at her.
Oh, that’s why he sounds like a cowboy. Texan accent, hot!
“I think I’m going to like this place.” His warm breath tickles my skin as we grab drinks from the kitchen.
We head up to the top deck of our home where there is a large open terrace. During the day you can see the ocean in the distance. The house is beautiful, a three story, modern home Camryn’s renting from a friend. The deck has a couple of large sun beds, a hammock and a small table set up. Camryn and Lance snuggle up on one of the sun beds, leaving my mystery man and I on the other. We both lay back on the sun bed side by side, looking up to the stars in the night sky which are hard to see because of all the excessive light around us. A warm summer nights’ breeze blows against my skin.
“I haven’t done this in ages,” I confess, looking up into the night sky.
“What? Bring home some strange hot guy?” Mystery man wiggles his eyebrows at me.
“No, that’s a common occurrence,” I joke, elbowing him in the ribs. “I mean looking up at the stars, like this.”
Slowly an arm makes its way around my shoulders. I snuggle into his embrace. We stay silent for a while, enjoying each other’s company and the free light show up in the sky. I can hear the flirty giggles of Camryn, then a deep groan from Lance. My body is on high alert with sexual tension swirling around us on the terrace.
“Thanks again for saving me tonight, I just…”
His lips kiss my forehead. “Anytime, sweetheart, anytime.”
The faintest touch of his lips against my heated skin sets my body alive, every nerve is on fire.
I let my hand rest on his hard chest, the tiniest hum passes his lips. Whiskey colored eyes darken as they move from my face to my lips. I let my hand move over his torso, feeling every bump of pure muscle against my fingertips, his body stiffens the further my hands explore. I let my fingers run over the colorful tattoos on his arm, tracing the designs. His intense stare is locked on mine as my hand moves from his arm, then over his denim clad crotch. Mystery man obviously appreciates my roaming hands judging by the impressive bulge trying to break free from the confines of his jeans. Each brush across that area makes his breath hitch, and I like the sounds he makes.
Rolling on top, I surprise him. I let my legs fall either side of his, my aching core pressing against his eager bulge. Looking behind me—to see if Camryn and Lance were still here—I am relieved to see they have moved on downstairs. My fingers start to unbutton his fly slowly until his hand stops me.
“Angel, you don’t have to thank me like this.”
Looking at him a little shocked, he thinks I’m doing this as some kind of thanks for saving me. Letting my hand wrap around his erection, I give it a hard squeeze, making him groan. “It’s going to be you thanking me in a minute for the way I am about to blow your mind.” I smile as mystery man’s eyes widen.
65
Christian
“I like a confident woman.” It’s the truth, especially this divine creature straddling me, undoing my fly. My palms are pawing her bare ass where her dress has ridden up. Who knew faking a toilet stop to get away from groupies would lead me to where I am now. This beautiful goddess grinding herself against my aching cock. I remember feeling her firm breasts and heavenly, soft body against me as we tumbled to the floor. Thinking it was some groupie getting creative with her stalking skills, until I saw her jade green eyes staring at me with a panicked look across that beautiful face. It was seconds before I heard a male voice screaming behind us. Her warm body shook as the booming voice came closer. Instinct set in as I tried to protect this angel from some creep who was spewing profanities at her. I laughed when she threw her shoe at him, clocking him square in the nose. She probably broke it with the amount of blood gushing out of it. My heart did a tiny little somersault at her feistiness.
Now here I am at her home, she is slowly undressing me, her beautiful eyes focused on the task at hand. I like her accent, the Australian twang mixed with that English refinement, it got my dick hard. Who the fuck am I kidding, the whole package got my dick hard. Looking down at where she’s now situated, caramel hair spilling around bare shoulders, those generous tits pouring out of her low cut dress, like two perfect melons, plump and delicious. I can’t wait to taste them later. Our eyes catch for a moment. She licks her pink lips and gives me a mischievous smile. I realize my dick is pointing sky high, I’ve been so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t noticed she had pushed my jeans down to my ankles. I watch as her lips wrap around the head of my cock. I swear I see stars, not just the ones hanging above my head in the night sky. I let out a deep groan, fuck, her mouth is perfection, I don’t want her to stop. My fingers entwine in her hair pulling her harder against my dick. Oh fuck, her caresses feel so good. Soft, warm hands start stroking my balls, sending white, hot heat up my spine. Her skilled fingers move from stroking to rolling my aching balls around and around. She is good at giving head. I’ve been given plenty of blow jobs in my life, but this one, this one is in my top five of all time. I watch as her head bobs up and down in perfect rhythm. If she keeps up this pace, I am going to embarrass myself and shoot a mother lode down her throat before I have time to give her an orgasm.
My motto is ladies always first.
Pushing her slowly away, wet pink lips fall with a pop from my protesting cock. Sitting up, shuffling back against the lounge, a tiny frown line appears on her forehead. “Don’t worry, angel, we are so far from done, it’s not even funny.” Grabbing her waist, I pull her on top of my lap. My fingers start on their own path of exploration between her legs, gliding over soft skin, until I hit the seam of her G-string. Such a tiny thing, it’s hardly worth wearing it. My knuckle meets her wetness, she’s ready for me. “You really liked sucking my cock?”
Her face lights up in a sultry smile. “It’s a very nice cock.”
My calloused fingers slide back and forth against her slickness; she lets out a heady groan with each movement.
“Like that, angel?”
Her top teeth bite into her bottom lip as my fingers sink into her.
“Fuck,” she moans. I never tire of hearing a woman moan like that while my fingers or cock are nestled inside of her. Curling my fingers, I stroke across the delicate nerves that make every woman go crazy. With each skilled stroke, her warm, little cunt clamps tight around me as she starts to buck. “That’s it, angel, ride them. Ride them hard.” My thumb slides across her blossoming little bud. With each tentative stroke it makes her push harder against my hand, searching for the perfect mixture of pleasure and rhythm. I let my eyes roam over this beautiful creature bucking against my fingers, that caramel hair blowing in the summer’s night air as her head is tilted back, arching in pleasure. Her fingernails are digging into the flesh of my shoulders. I don’t care if she leaves any marks; I’m hoping I can add more to the collection tonight. Those fluttery moans heaving from her chest, perfect feminine squeals of delight. I add a third finger to my repertoire, filling her up, the heady gasp that comes from her mouth makes my cock leak. He is so desperate to be inside of her, he is excited at the prospect and why wouldn’t he be, this woman is divine. A couple more strokes of my thumb over her sensitive clit and she is shaking, strangling my hand as her orgasm rips through her, making her whole body shake with pleasure. I think the whole of Venice Beach heard her scream. Sparkling green eyes open before me, her cheeks are flushed, and she is breathing hard.
“I want more.” She smiles, capturing my mouth with her lips, there was a sense of urgency. She lavished me with her lips, our tongues dueling between each other, all the while my fingers stayed snuggly inside of her. “Please say you have protection?” She questions on a whisper, capturing my earlobe between her teeth, giving it a hard tug.
“Fuck!” I groan as she plays with my earlobe. She couldn’t know that’s my sweet spot. But fucking hell she knows now, warm lips trail down my neck, across my collar bone, up toward my other earlobe. “Yeah, I have protection.” I never leave home without it but at this moment my mind has left me as she sucks my other lobe into her mouth.
“Good then let’s fucking use it,” she whispers into my ear.
Fuck that is hot, I swear all of my blood has left my body and moved south in preparation for what is to come. Using my free hand, because there wasn’t a hope in hell I was going to remove my fingers from her cunt, I try and grab for my wallet in my jeans pocket.
“Let me,” she says, pulling the condom out, throwing my wallet to the floor. Grabbing the foil, she rips it open and places the condom at the tip of my glistening cock in readiness. “You’re going to have to take your fingers out of me to fuck me.”
I love that this chick talks dirty, honestly I don’t want to take my fingers out of her but I do want to fuck her, so I have no choice. Achingly slowly she rolls the condom down my shaft, biting her lip as she does so. Begrudgingly, I finally pull my fingers from her. She lets out a curse when I place them in my mouth. Jesus, fuck, she tastes so sweet. “Don’t worry, angel, I will make sure you are nice and full again.” Grabbing her hips, I position her slowly against my cock but she has other ideas as she suddenly drops down on it vigorously. “Fuck!” We both groan at the fullness. Her heat engulfs me; her eyes roll back in her head as her hands hold onto my shoulders steadying herself. I’m not a small guy either, most women think twice about me, my girth usually gives them pause but she didn’t even bat an eyelid taking me hard. Clumsily, I unzip her dress. I need to see her tits bounce as I fuck her. I throw the offending dress to the floor with the rest of our clothes. My eyes zero in on her tits, perfectly round and na
tural, so fucking natural, the way they bounce is beautiful, and her tight, pink nipples standing to attention for me. I capture one of them between my teeth.
“Yes,” she whimpers.
My hand starts massaging one breast while my mouth devours the other. I swap and give equal attention to each of her spectacular tits. With each suck of her delicate nipples, she grinds against me harder. Her head is thrown back in ecstasy as I thrust harder into her.
“That’s it, angel. Fuck me, ride me, use me.”
And she does just that. Handing over control in the bedroom never happens. I always like to be in control but tonight this woman could ask me to do anything, and I would for her, just to hear her breathless whimpers and heady sighs. My balls begin to tighten as she continues to ride me like a rodeo queen. She needs another orgasm before I come, and it needs to be quick because I don’t think I’ll be able to hold out for too much longer. This has to be a record and not the good kind of record. My thumb finds that delicious little bud again, my other hand finds her lush ass cheek and gives it a hard squeeze. Fuck, her cunt nearly squeezes me dry with that move. I push her harder and harder against my thumb, making sure she gets the right amount of pressure and friction. Her sobs are like music to me ears, she’s getting closer and closer, she’s getting tighter and tighter until she explodes around me, I want to hold on longer but her orgasm is choking me and I can’t hold it, coming not far behind her. She collapses on top of me exhausted, a satisfied smile on her face, her lips meeting mine in a soft kiss.
“That was fun.” She wiggles on top of me.
I’m still buried deep inside of her, capturing her hips as she is making me hard again.
“The fun’s not over yet, angel, and next time I make you come I want you to scream my name” I say, slapping her ass, making her squeal.