I flushed at the thought of seeing his entire body. The biggest question in my mind was if he was well-endowed. It would be unfair to other men in the world if Zach was not just incredibly good looking but had a big cock as well. I suddenly felt like that was my mission for the night: find out how blessed or unblessed Zach was. Would he live up to his ‘lion’ name?
I started giggling, and when I looked into Zach’s eyes, he had a puzzled look on his face.
“Is my chest funny?”
He took another step toward me. If he took one more step, he would practically be on top of me. Not that I was sure I would complain. I giggled one more time, and he grabbed my hands.
“Piper Meadows, what is so funny?”
“Nothing.” I shook my head. “I can’t sleep with you.” I pulled my hands out of his hold and touched his chest. I wanted to push them up under his shirt and touch his bare skin, but I wasn’t that brazen.
“Sleep with me?” He raised an eyebrow and his lips started twitching. “Is that because you think I snore?”
“Snore?” I blinked at him, my hand still touching his chest.
“I don’t snore loudly.”
“Huh?”
“You said you can’t sleep with me, and I was wondering if that was because you think I snore and will wake you up?”
His voice was so smooth that I nearly didn’t notice it when he grabbed my hand and put it under his shirt and on his warm silky skin. His stomach felt taut and hard beneath my fingers, and I ran them along his ripples. I felt his sharp intake of breath at my touch and I smiled to myself.
“I wasn’t talking about sleep sleep,” I said, way too honestly.
“What were you talking about, then?”
“You know.” My face blushed as I ran my fingers up higher to his pecs. His body felt magnificent and I could feel his heart racing under my skin.
“What do I know?” He lowered his voice as he took that final step. He reached over to me and his fingers grazed down my cheek.
“You know,” I squeaked out and before I knew what was happening, he was lifting me up and placing me on the countertop. “I can’t sit up here,” I protested as his hands fell to my legs and he stroked down my thighs. “Zach.”
“I like how you say my name,” he said as his hands moved to the side and brushed my ass before settling on my waist. “Say it again.”
“Zach,” I said staring into his deep blue eyes. “Or would you rather I call you Oracle?”
“Nope. I hate the name Oracle.” His voice sounded bitter, and I looked up at him in surprise.
“You hate your name?”
“It’s not my name, it’s my stage name.” He shrugged. “It stands out, I suppose. It is what it is.”
“Why don’t you like it?” I asked him, wanting him to share more with me, wanting to know more about this man who I wanted to sleep with so badly.
“Enough with the questions.” He put a finger on my lips. “We’re doing too much talking.”
“I enjoy talking.” I could feel my entire body starting shake slightly from being so close to him. It was like the moments before an earthquake when you feel a little tremble, but you know the big quake is coming soon.
“I still don’t even know what you do for a living.”
“I’m a writer,” I said with a smile.
“What do you write?”
“Articles for The National Examiner.” He froze for a few seconds before I started laughing. “Got ya! No, I write romance. I used to write historical romance because I studied history in college, but now I’m working on something new.”
“Oh?” He looked genuinely interested which surprised me. “What are you working on now?”
“I’d rather not say, to be honest.”
“No worries.” He nodded, then he gave me one of his wide, handsome smiles. “Okay, so I think we know enough about each other now, we can continue.”
“Continue with what?”
“Whatever it was we were doing before we started making small talk.” His voice was light and lyrical, but it wasn’t his words that had my heart racing. It was his hands moving my shorts up and caressing the inner skin of my thighs that made me want to jump into his arms.
“Zach.” I reached up and touched the sides of his face.
He grabbed my left hand and moved it to his lips and kissed it gently. “Yes, Piper?”
“Did we get any dessert?” My heart was thudding as I changed the subject. I wanted him so badly, but it all seemed too soon for me.
“I can be your dessert,” he said in a husky voice, and before I knew what was happening, he was kissing me, warm and hard.
He pushed his way in between my legs and pulled me against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, my legs trembling as he slid his tongue into my mouth. It tasted like crisp, juicy apples, and I sucked on it for a second before he started nibbling on my bottom lip. I moaned against his mouth as he slipped a hand inside my shorts and rubbed against the top of my panties. Instinctively, I closed my legs around his fingers. He grunted as he felt my wetness, which turned me on even more and I kissed him harder. He lifted me up off of the countertop and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was self-conscious for all of two seconds, worried that I would be too heavy for him to hold up, but then I shrugged it off. He was a strong man with huge muscles; if he couldn’t hold me up, then something was wrong with him, not me.
“You taste so good.” He walked me int the living room and then stopped and pulled away from me slightly. “Where’s the bedroom?”
I pointed to the far corner, and he carried me easily there the bedroom. I ran my hands through his silky hair and sighed happily.
“You’re just as hot as I thought you’d be,” I whispered into his ear, and he laughed.
“So you’re now fully admitting you know who I am and that you’ve had fantasies about me?”
“I’ve never had a fantasy about you.”
“You mean you’ve never pictured my face when you’ve been fucking another guy? You’ve never thought to yourself, what would I do for one night with Oracle Lion?”
He placed me down on the bed as we entered the bedroom and promptly lay down next to me. His hands slid under my T-shirt and up to my breasts. His fingers quickly found my nipples, and then he rolled them across his palms. I moaned as he started kissing the side of my face at the same time, and I reached over and touched his chest under his shirt.
“Shh!” I rolled over and straddled him. “Take your shirt off,” I ordered as I reached down to undo the buttons of his shirt. I could feel his hardness underneath me, and I deliberately rocked back and forth on top of him as I peeled his shirt open. His hands grabbed ahold of my waist and held me still for a few seconds and he gazed up at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.
“You’re a bossy one, huh?” He shook his head slightly. “I wouldn’t have guessed you’d be one to take charge.”
“Why? Did you want to be the one to boss me around? Do you want me to get down on my knees so you can spank me and take me from behind?” I bit down on my lower lip as I teased him and rubbed myself on him again.
“I think you watch too much porn.” He laughed as he pulled my T-shirt off and rolled me onto my back before quickly disposing of the rest of my clothes. “But I can take charge if that’s what you want me to do.”
He held my hands up above my head and stared down at my naked body. I could see his eyes on my face, and then on my breasts, before they moved down to my stomach and then lower. I felt hot and vulnerable as he stared at me. I tried not to worry about how my body compared to the models and actresses he dated. I wasn’t stick thin. Instead of a six-pack, I had wide hips and big thighs. I wished I was about thirty pounds lighter, but I still loved my body. He let go of my right wrist and ran his fingers down my body, expertly caressing my skin and making me almost giddy with anticipation.
“It seems to me like you’ve been waiting for this moment all nig
ht,” he said with a cocky grin. He chuckled as I moaned in excitement. Then something in my brain clicked and I started to get annoyed. Was he really this full of himself?
“It seems to me like you’ve been waiting all night to get into my bed.” I reached up and pushed him over onto his back. My hands fell to his pants and I undid his belt buckle, unzipped his pants, and slid them off, along with his boxer shorts. His cock sprang free and it was even more glorious than I’d expected it to be. Now I knew why he was so cocky, but just because he was big didn’t mean he knew what to do with it.
“What are you going to do next?” He was breathing hard now as he lay flat on his back and looked up at me with a dark expression as I ran my fingers over the tip of his cock.
“What do you want me to do?” I licked my lips and looked down at him. For a few seconds, I could feel every part of my body screaming at me for what I was about to do. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I mean, how many movie stars was I going to meet? And then how many would want to sleep with me? “Doesn’t even matter, Piper,” I chided myself under my breath. Yes, I wanted to sleep with Zach, but …
“What did you say?” He was practically drooling in anticipation.
“I think I’m feeling tired,” I mumbled. I rolled off of him and back down on the bed.
“You what?” he croaked out, and I hid a smile.
“I’m feeling tired, and well, I’m not sure this is a good idea, you know?”
“You what?” he said again like he was on repeat.
“Oracle Lion, you are a huge movie star, and I’m sure many women would love to be in my position. Actually, I know many women have been in my position, but I’m just not feeling it right now.” I smiled sweetly and reached down to grab my T-shirt. “So I don’t think it’s going to be happening between us.”
“Are you joking?” He moved over onto his side, the look of shock on his face almost pitiful. “You want me as badly as I want you.”
“I’m not going to lie, you’re hot and you’re a good kisser, but I just don’t think this is a good idea, and I always have to trust my gut.”
“Well, I wouldn’t tell you to not trust your gut.” He groaned and lay back on the bed. “Piper Meadows, I do believe you teased me on purpose.”
“I didn’t,” I said, suddenly serious because I hated teases. I turned over to look at him and I touched his chest lightly. “A part of me did and still does want to sleep with you, but it’s just not a smart decision.”
“Why not?”
“Honestly?” I asked him and he nodded.
“I don’t even know you. I mean, not in the way I pretended earlier not to know who you were, but in a real-life way. I don’t know you, and while that doesn’t matter to some people, it matters to me and well, you’re also …” I stopped talking then because I didn’t want to be completely bitchy.
“I’m also what?” He peered at me curiously.
“You’re also a bit of a pompous asshole. Your head, and no, not the head of your cock, is too big. I don’t need to make it bigger.”
“But you already made it big.” He grinned and looked down at his cock. “See?”
“Zach.”
“Yes?” He looked at me hopefully. “Are you changing your mind?”
“No, I’m not changing my mind.” I shook my head. “You can leave if you want to.”
“You think I want to leave right now because you’re not going to have sex with me?” He started playing with my hair, and I nodded gently. “I’m not that sort of guy,” he said looking at my face intently. “I mean you’re right. You don’t know me, and this is a one-night thing, but I wouldn’t fuck you and then just roll out of bed and leave.”
“Oh, would you buy me breakfast in the morning?”
“If that’s what you want, then it would be my pleasure,” he said with a smile.
“And then after that?”
“After that what?”
“Exactly. After that, we’d go our separate ways our bellies full of pancakes and eggs, and that would be that.”
“I take it you don’t have many one-night stands,” he said with a bemused smile.
“No,” I admitted. “I don’t have to ask you that question.”
“You think you know so much about me, don’t you?” He studied my face and sighed. “You can’t believe everything you read about in the tabloids.”
“So why don’t you tell me more about yourself, then?”
“What is this? Are you becoming my therapist instead of my lover?”
“I’m not a therapist. I’m just a history lover who writes romance books, and I leave town tomorrow night, so you don’t have to worry about me wanting anything more than that.”
“I don’t have any deep dark secrets.” He wrapped a hand around my waist and rested his palm on my ass, then squeezed it. “You have a very juicy butt. I was looking forward to seeing it bounce up and down on my cock.”
“How would you have seen my ass?” I rolled my eyes, but I still blushed.
“Reverse cowgirl.” He kissed the side of my face and then he tugged on my earlobe. “And while you were bouncing up and down on me, I would have lifted you off and then entered you from behind, doggy style, so you could feel every single inch of me inside of you. And when you went back to North California tomorrow evening, you’d be wishing that you lived in LA so you could ride me one more time.”
“Zach, I …” My voice drifted off as he blew into my ear and his fingers slid in-between my legs and started rubbing my clit.
“You’re so wet for me,” he growled and then he pulled away from me and lay back. I almost cried out for him to touch me again, but instead, I just lay there, wondering what had happened for him to completely pull away from me. It was silent in the room for a few minutes while I stared at the ceiling, feeling incredibly uncomfortable.
“We should put some clothes on,” he blurted out.
I peeked over at him, surprised to see a warm smile on his face instead of an angry look. “I’m super horny right now and I think it will be hard to stop myself if I lie here with you naked.”
“I have a top on,” I said, and he just laughed as he jumped up and started putting his clothes back on. “Are you leaving?”
“It’s late and I should leave, but no.” He shook his head. “I thought perhaps you could tell me a bit about your book.”
“Oh.” I made a face. “Really?”
“You’re a writer. I’m a famous actor. Shouldn’t you be jumping for this opportunity?”
“I’m not a screenwriter, though, and I don’t write films.”
“But we can turn any book into a movie.” He stopped then and gave me a look. “You’re really not from LA, are you? The vultures out there would die for an interaction like this.”
“I don’t know who you’re hooking up with, but not all of us women are just looking to advance our careers, you know. Some of us just like to have a good time.” I rolled off of the bed and bent down to grab my shorts and pull them on.
“You’re different, aren’t you?” Zach’s eyes were bright as he walked around the bed to stand in front of me. “I don’t know that I’ve met someone like you.”
“What, someone that doesn’t want to sleep with you immediately?” I laughed and grabbed his hand impulsively. “I have an idea. Let’s go to the beach.”
“The beach?” He looked confused. “It’s nighttime.”
“I like the ocean, and I love the waves,” I said. “We can take a walk along the sand and maybe even go for a swim.”
“Well, I’m going to have to say no to the swim. We’ve both had too much alcohol, but maybe a walk would be nice.” He nodded. “Yeah, let’s do it.”
“Well, only if you like the beach,” I said hesitantly.
“I love the beach,” he said with a grin.
“Then, why the hesitation?”
“Going to the beach during the day is a surefire way to get accosted by fans. People don’t follow the
same protocol outdoors like they do in the club. Everyone in the club wants to be cool, so most of them never bother you. Outside, it’s a completely different thing.”
“Oh, so you were worried you’d be recognized.”
“Something like that, but it’s night, and I’m sure we won’t see anyone.”
“Are you worried about fans or paparazzi?” I asked him as I suddenly realized that he most probably wouldn’t want to be photographed with the likes of me. I mean, I was a no one. He was only ever pictured with Victoria’s Secret Models and leggy actresses.
“Neither. Come on, let’s go.”
“But how will we get there? We can’t drive.”
“Well, I think we’re about a ten-minute walk to Santa Monica Pier. I think we’ll make it.” He grinned and squeezed my hand. “Come on, lazybones.”
“I’m not lazy,” I lied. I had kinda wanted him to suggest getting an Uber there, even though it was only a ten-minute walk away. And that was why I still had the belly I’d wanted to lose for years. “Come on then. Let’s walk, but only if you tell me more about yourself. I want to know everything about you, Zach Houston.”
7
Oracle
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Piper ran into the water, her hair flowing behind her in the wind like some sort of siren. She bent down and dipped her fingers into the water and then she turned toward me. “Aren’t you going to dip your feet in the water?” she called.
“I bet it’s freezing!” I shouted as I walked down the beach slowly, the hardness in my pants wanting to burst out of the zipper that enclosed it. I wasn’t even sure what I was doing here with her, walking along the beach like we were star-crossed lovers. I think it was because she’d assumed I wanted to leave after she’d played her little game of turning me on and then saying she wanted to stop. I’d wanted to bloody leave. I fucking had blue balls from the way she’d been rubbing up and down on me and then had just left me hanging, but I’d stayed. I wasn’t sure why I’d stayed.
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