Once we’re in the elevator alone, our eyes meet and the lust from the car slams back into me full force. Before she can protest, I move my body up against Sydney’s and pin her to the wall. I know she can feel how turned on I am by the hard bulge pressing against her but I don’t care. I can’t hold back anymore, I won’t hold back anymore. I’ve never wanted anyone or anything this much in my life. My hand skims down her side, my fingertips sliding until they reach the bottom of her dress where the soft skin of her thigh is exposed. I grip her leg, then brush my hand up her inner thigh, stopping just short of her panties. I want to touch her there so badly it hurts, but not here in the elevator. Splayed out and naked on her bed, that’s how I want Sydney.
I stare into her eyes and see my desire mirrored back in the deep blue, her pupils almost fully dilated. Sydney’s chest is heaving in and out with each breath, her soft breasts pressing against my torso. My gaze drops to her full mouth and I lean forward and tug on her lower lip with my teeth and suck on it, reveling in the taste. Sydney reacts the same as she did in the car, as if a switch were flipped.
She moans and her hands slide from my shoulders to my scalp as she grabs fistfuls of my hair, pulling me down to her open mouth. As I delve into her with my tongue, her hands release my hair and move to my ass. Sydney shoves me forward, forcing my hips into hers as she grinds shamelessly on my dick. I let out a deep, guttural groan as she rubs her body up and down the steel rod in my pants.
The elevator dings loudly and doors open on her floor. We reluctantly untangle, both of us panting heavily as we step onto her floor. I know she’s as turned on as I am because I watch, amused, as it takes her several tries to get her key in the lock. Once inside, Sydney unceremoniously throws her purse and her coat on the floor and fixes her dark gaze on me. For a second, my breath catches and I freeze, completely absorbed by the look on her face, one of pure lust and determination. Without breaking eye contact, I slowly remove my coat and toss it on top of hers, my heart racing in my chest as I keep an outwardly stoic façade. Sydney holds out her hand and I take it, letting her lead me into her bedroom.
We should probably wait, get to know each other better and let the passion burn until there’s more to this than physical attraction. But this electricity between us? It’s too strong for either of us to resist. Maybe it’s already more than just an attraction. It seems as if we’ve gone zero to sixty in the span of a week, making this moment feel right, more right than I’ve felt in a long time.
Sydney confidently strides across the dimly lit room and my eyes are glued to her swaying backside. She stops in front of a wall of floor to ceiling windows and I force myself to look at the rest of her to see what she’s doing. I groan and clench my jaw, watching the way her dress clings to her flawless body makes me want to bend her over and fuck her against the glass.
Shit, I need to calm down or this will be over before it starts.
Still clenching my jaw, hoping to be able to control myself, I move behind her and gather up her long, silken hair, and place it over her shoulder to expose her slender neck. When I brush my lips across the exposed skin, she shivers and presses her tight ass back into my uncomfortably hard dick and a wave of her complex and intoxicating scent hits me. I have to have her … now.
“Sydney,” I whisper in her ear as I push gently on her hips and turn her around to face me. Her chin up, eyes locked with mine, she reaches up and undoes my tie, seductively pulling it out and tossing it aside, never looking away from my face. I trace my hands up her body and stop, gently teasing her firm breasts through the silky fabric of her microscopic dress, working her nipples until they become tight then reach around and unzip the dress tantalizingly slow, letting it flutter to the ground at her feet.
Sydney is standing in the soft glow of the windows, the city behind her providing just enough light to see everything in the room clearly, bathing us in an ethereal haze. My gaze is glued to the impossibly stunning girl in front of me. She’s wearing only a tiny black lace bra, little black lace shorts and mile high stiletto shoes. I didn’t think my dick could get any harder, but it does. It’s aching as it strains against the confinement of my clothes.
“Jesus, Sydney.” I hurry to unbutton my shirt, itching to touch her. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” My head is spinning from looking at her, from being close to her.
She steps out of the small pile of black fabric and reaches out to help me get my shirt off. Her hands are shaking, just enough to let me know that the confidence she displays is a front, she’s as nervous as me. I help her undo the buttons, not wanting to let uncertainty creep in.
Once my shirt undone and tossed aside, Sydney greedily slides her hands all over my chest and abs, mapping out every ridge. Thank god I’ve kept myself in good shape, anything else would pale in comparison to her tight, toned body. I groan and reach under her curved backside, lifting her hips to cradle my cock. She understands what I want and eagerly wraps her long legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, holding on tight. I kiss her like she’s the only fucking woman on earth, and I think for me, she really is the only woman on earth. The only woman, period.
I gradually make my way over to the bed with Sydney clinging to me, grinding herself down on my straining cock, our mouths sealed together and our tongues probing. I turn and sit down on the edge of the bed, keeping her straddling me and continuing to kiss her deeply as she digs her sharp heels into my back. Fuck, I need to slow down or I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager.
“You’re so perfect. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” I murmur against her lips as I pull back and hook my finger into the lace of her bra, yanking down one side to expose her swollen breast. Leaning down, I take the stiff peak into my mouth, circling it with my tongue and nipping at it with my teeth as she shifts on my lap and her breathing grows heavier, more urgent.
“Drew, I need you,” she pants and writhes on me like she’s going to lose it any second. I smile at her responsiveness, so fucking sexy. I move to the other breast, tugging the cup down with my teeth and sucking her tight pink bud until she begs. “Please.”
She’s got me too wound up. I can’t deny myself any longer, not if she’s going to beg. The decision made, I lift her up and set her on the bed, standing to remove the rest of my clothes. Sydney eagerly moves toward me and starts stroking my cock through my pants. Shit, I’ll come if she does that.
“Jesus, Sydney, you’re killing me.”
She smiles wickedly and before I can protest, she jerks down my zipper and unleashes my painful erection, working her hand up and down the hard shaft. I throw my head back and suck in a sharp breath, all rational thought disintegrating from her touch. When I feel her tongue touch the end of my dick, I snap back to the present and drop my head to watch. It takes more self-control than I thought I had in me to put a hand out to stop her.
“No. I won’t last if you do that. I want to be inside you.”
Sydney reluctantly releases me and leans back on the bed, devouring me with her eyes as I do the same to her. I reach into my pocket and grab a condom, tossing it onto the sheets next to her, smirking at her surprised response. I’m always prepared, she’ll learn that soon enough.
I put a knee on the bed and yank her toward me by her ankles, her body sliding easily across the sheets until her ass is on the edge of the bed. Slowly, I remove each sexy shoe and drop it to the floor, letting my hands linger on her soft skin. Then I kneel on the floor and lean in, pressing my face to her wet lace shorts, inhaling her sweet scent as I graze my mouth across her clit through the thin fabric.
“I don’t think you need these either. Do you?” I ask as I grasp her tiny lace shorts at her hips and tug them down. Before she can say anything I tilt her hips to me and taste her like I’ve wanted to do since the minute I first saw her. Fuck, she’s waxed bare and her pussy is the most addictive thing I’ve ever experienced.
Sydney bucks off the mattress as my tongue flicks and probes. She moans
my name as I discover every trembling inch of flesh. God, she’s fucking intoxicating. A quick glance up nearly does me in, she’s watching me with heavy eyelids and parted lips, panting as I fuck her with my mouth.
I want to see her come completely undone, I need it. It’s such an unbelievable turn on that she’s so aroused and a very vocal lover. I thrust one finger into her tight heat, then add another, massaging the rough spot just inside. Sydney is thrashing around as I fuck her with my hand and gently swirl my tongue across her clit. She’s so responsive, letting the moment consume her, that I have to pin her down with my other arm and press my fingers into her hips so she can’t squirm out from under me. When she comes, she convulses around my fingers and makes some of the most erotic noises I’ve ever heard in my life.
When she finally collapses back on the bed, I remove my fingers and free her from my torture. She’s without a doubt the most responsive lover I’ve ever had. Watching her shudder and scream as I bring her to climax has me as hard as steel, drops of pre-come dripping from my cock already.
I climb up on the bed next to her as she’s catching her breath. “Sydney, that was the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” She’s so beautiful when she comes apart for me, I could lick her for hours just so I can watch her come again and again. She says nothing, instead, reaching up, she grabs my head and crushes her mouth to mine, plunging her tongue deep.
Sydney stops and pulls back, looking into my eyes, still trying to catch her breath. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever felt.”
She brazenly reaches across the bed for the condom, never breaking eye contact as she tears open the foil with her teeth and rolls it onto my throbbing cock. Having her hands on my dick unleashes a primitive growl from deep in my throat and I curl my hands into the sheets to keep from coming before we’ve begun. Once she has me ready and thankfully releases me from her tight grip, I grab her hands and pin them over her head, staring into her lustful gaze as I slowly sink into her warmth.
Incoherent noises escape from both of us and I moan. Again, I have to hold back from coming on the spot, squeezing my eyes shut and concentrating so I don’t look like an asshole by only lasting two seconds. “Fuck, this is going to be quick babe, you feel too good,” I admit to her. No amount of jerking off has prepared me for the blissful feeling of being deep in her wet tight sex, having her arms wrapped around me, and her body underneath mine.
Our eyes still locked, I catch the intensity of her blue eyes, feel the expanding passionate connection between us as I begin to move. “Wrap your legs around me,” I demand, my voice hoarse from the effort it’s taking to control my orgasm. Sydney lifts her legs to circle my waist as requested, hooking her ankles behind me, urging me on as I thrust faster and harder, driving us to our goal.
When she starts moaning and bucking beneath me, I know that she’s close and I won’t last much longer. Her convulsing pussy is gripping me harder with each stroke, the slick heat pulling at my cock until my balls become heavy and tight. I rotate my hips in a circle and she falls over the edge, crying out my name as she detonates around my cock.
I mutter an incoherent string of expletives as I finally let go and allow myself to join Sydney, exploding in a mind blowing orgasm that sends hot streaks of pleasure up and down my spine.
My head drops to her shoulder and my full weight rests on her trembling body, I’m so completely drained, I can’t hold myself up an longer. After a minute, I remember to let go of her hands and prop up on my elbows so I can see her gorgeous face.
Sweaty and flushed, Sydney pulls me back down close and presses her soft, swollen lips to mine, locking me against her body with her arms and legs. I don’t want the condom to spill out into her so I gently unwind from her grip and roll off of her to get rid of it. “I have to take care of this,” I explain as I tie the used condom into a knot. I respect her way to much too accidentally knock her up. Not that I wouldn’t give my left nut to fuck her bare, but that’s beside the point.
After tossing the condom in the trash, I wash my hands and stare in the bathroom mirror. I’m surprised to see I look … happy. Fucking thrilled, actually. Feelings I never expected to have are crammed into my head and start to overflow. I want to curl up in bed with Sydney and hold her close all night, protect her from the shit that keeps her from sleeping.
What the hell is happening to me? Usually after sex, the girl leaves my hotel room or trailer and I go back to work or pass out and sleep alone. This? This isn’t a situation I’m familiar with or at all comfortable with, but I’m determined to see where it goes.
I run my hands through my hair and wonder if she’ll let me stay over. That’s funny. Isn’t it always the guy trying to leave while the girl clings to him? That’s something I avoid at all costs, now I’ve turned into such a pussy over this girl that I barely recognize myself. Shit, only one way to find out how she feels. I turn off the light and head back into the bedroom.
Sydney is lying back on the bed with the sheet pulled up, chewing thoughtfully on her bottom lip in the dark room. She seems preoccupied. Hopefully, it’s not about how to get me the hell out of her house. She’s not dressed and throwing my clothes at me, so I take that as a good sign. I climb under the covers and pull her to me, tucking her soft curves against my body. It’s been so long since I’ve shared a bed with someone, I’m surprised at how perfectly she fits in my arms.
She seems distant, the sexy, confident woman from earlier is gone. Crap. I have to ask her. “Is it okay if I stay?” She doesn’t say anything. Fuck, she wants me to leave. “I mean, I don’t have to if …”
Sydney interrupts me and quietly speaks, her soft voice carrying in the quiet room. “I want you to stay, Drew.”
My body, tense from anticipating rejection, relaxes instantly with her permission to stay.
“Good,” is all I can think of to say. I sigh and gently kiss her neck until I feel her body unwind against me and her breathing slow into a deep, rhythmic pattern. Once I’m certain that she’s asleep, I let myself drift off, holding her to me all night.
CHAPTER 7
It’s early. Really early. I never have been one to sleep late. I would have thought that the extraordinary sex would have knocked me out for a good twelve hours, but here it is, 6am and I’m wide awake. Sydney is still asleep next to me, her hair a dark sheet across her pillow in the shadows of the early morning. Even with very little light, I can see her gorgeous face. Her perfect mouth, slightly parted as she gently breathes in and out. Her long lashes against her pale cheeks, occasionally fluttering in her dreams.
I resist the urge to touch her. I need to let her sleep. She didn’t complain when I woke her up in the middle of the night and had my way with her again. It was slower, less frantic than our first time. I wanted to appreciate every touch, every stroke into her. If I wake her up again, she may not be as pleased.
I get up to look for my clothes and frown, forgetting that I only have my suit, which is currently balled up on the floor in a wrinkled heap. Sighing as I drag my hands over my face, I put on my boxer briefs, grab a blanket off of the end of the bed, and head out to the living area. It’s cold out today, my bare feet are instantly turned to ice on the hardwood floor.
I need hot coffee, and a change of clothes. I also forgot she has no television so I should get a newspaper to read while she sleeps. But Jane’s out of town so I can’t call her like I usually would. I head back into the bedroom to fish my phone out of my pants pocket and dial up Bruce as I quietly walk back out and settle onto the couch with the blanket covering everything but my face. Fuck, it’s freezing! Bruce answers after three rings, and from the sound of the shifting and scuffling noises, he was dead asleep.
“Sorry to bother you man, I need a favor. Can you get me two coffees from The Village Coffee Bar, a New York Times, and a change of clothes and bring them to Sydney’s? Her concierge will bring them up. Tell him it’s unit 8A.”
“Certainly, I can be there in thirty minutes. Would that be
okay?” he asks. I can hear the shuffling sound of him getting dressed.
Bruce is a godsend. “Yeah man, thanks so much.” I hang up and smile. Now, when Sydney wakes up she’ll have a cup of her favorite coffee and I’ll have clothes so I won’t be a block of ice on her couch. I feel moderately guilty for waking up Bruce, but the thought of making Sydney happy overrides the guilt about two seconds later.
Another shiver wracks my body, I bundle the blanket up tighter around me and decide to check my email while waiting for Bruce. Great, Chad is still nagging me about the Mind of the Enemy shoot that starts in a couple of weeks. We’ve only done five movies together and I’ve executive produced three more for him and he’s flipping his shit over something as trivial as my flight?
Chad, or Thomas C. Sullivan, as the entertainment world knows him, was the director of the very first film I ever did. I’ve worked with him a lot since, and we’ve become very good friends. I know he’s just pestering me to get under my skin, he loves to watch me lose my shit. I stab out a response to his whining.
To: Chad Sullivan
From: Drew Forrester
What the hell dude? Do you have PMS or something? Jane is getting my flight today and sending you the info. You need a vacation before we start this shoot, because I’m not hanging out with you for six weeks if you’re going to be on the rag the whole time. I’ll be there, don’t worry your little head over me. Just show up with your fancy cameras and shit and direct this thing. I want a shiny golden naked man statue to round out my bunch.
D
Interestingly, I get an almost immediate response to my email. It’s what, 3am in L.A.? Why is he checking his email?
To: Drew Forrester
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