by HELEN HARDT
“So pretty, Janie.” He traced her outer lips with one finger. “And so wet for me.”
The slight caress of his finger nearly sent her over the edge. She closed her eyes, inhaled. “For God’s sake, Chandler, eat me!”
“Oh, I will, baby. Can’t I admire the artwork first?”
“You’re driving me crazy!”
He chuckled. “Seems to be the theme of the day. Craziness. Madness. Right now I’m insane looking at this gem between your legs. You’re so beautifully made. You remind me of a cute little Mozart sonata.”
A soft giggle erupted from her throat. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
He nodded. “The highest compliment. Mozart made the most complicated music sound so simple. When I look at you, I see how such a simple thing as a pussy, something all women possess, can be the most beautiful thing in the world when it’s attached to a woman I desire so strongly. Your lips are full and meaty, your cunt wet and pink, your clit swollen and wanting. So hot, so inviting.” He looked up at her and smiled. “And don’t even get me started on that cute little asshole of yours.” He traced a path from labia lips down her perineum to rub her tight opening, moist from the pussy juice that had trickled downward.
Jane’s heart stomped, nearly out of her chest. His mouth had descended and he was tonguing her ass. Probing it. God, it felt good.
“But my pussy, Chandler. I want your mouth on my pussy!”
His head bobbed up. “You don’t like what I’m doing?”
“Fuck. I love it! But if you don’t eat my pussy I’m going to die right here!”
His smile warmed her. “We can’t have that.” He slid his tongue over her clit.
She shattered. The orgasm hit her full force, seemingly from nowhere, much like it had the previous day. Was this man some kind of sex god? How could he make her come so easily?
“Fuck, baby, you’re coming aren’t you?”
Jane couldn’t answer. Her body quivered in time with the contractions in her pussy. Discordant notes banged out as her palms came down on the ivory keys.
“I love how you come so quickly for me, so hard for me. Let it take you. Enjoy it. There’re plenty more ahead.”
Jane’s skin tingled, her heart skittered. She closed her eyes, opened them, closed them again. When the climax finally ceased, she opened them and met Chandler’s hot gaze.
“I couldn’t take my eyes off you,” he said, his voice cracking. “You’re beautiful when you come.”
Her pussy gushed nectar again. And then again.
Chapter Four
Chandler couldn’t stop staring at her beautiful pussy. Had she understood when he’d compared it to a Mozart sonata? He wasn’t sure he understood himself. He’d had plenty of pussy in his life, but Jane’s hypnotized him. Its color was unlike any he’d ever seen, a deep plum, almost like the skin surrounding her delicious nipples, but a softer hue, like a new burgundy. A Beaujolais Nouveau even. Her firm lips dangled below the opening begging to be sucked. The inside was a luscious pink that mirrored a dry rosé. Why he was thinking about wine at a time like this baffled him. But never before had he compared a woman’s genitals to a piece of music either.
Jane Rock was something else. Beautiful seemed such an inadequate word to describe her. Dazzling. Yes, that was better. His Jane dazzled.
His Jane? Get a grip, Chandler. This is a fuck, nothing more. He could still worship that amazing pussy, though. Would she taste as sweet as she had yesterday? He couldn’t wait any longer to find out. He looked up at her pretty face, so serene and lovely with her lids heavy, her cheeks flushed from her climax. Her dark hair was in disarray. The next time he kissed her he’d sink his fist into those silky tresses and pull her to him by the hair. So hot.
For now, though, he had a gorgeous cunt to eat. And God was he starving! He snaked his tongue between her silky fold for the tiniest taste. Mmm, still so sweet. Her lips were sleek and soft against his tongue. He’d never felt such a satiny texture. Her cream dampened his mouth with honeyed sweetness. Rich and thick, it floated on his tongue. Pure essence of Jane.
A soft sigh left her lips. “Yes.”
“Mmm. You like that, baby?”
“Yes, yes. I love it.”
“I could eat you all day. You taste so good, Janie.” He delved into her tight passage, tasting the inside of her. Tanginess mingled with the sweetness on his tongue. So perfect, so tantalizing.
Another sigh. She made him crazy!
“I want to taste your ass again.”
She lifted her thighs, held them back for him, and exposed herself.
What was it about her? First he was waxing poetic about her pussy, and now her ass. He’d never been this enamored with a woman’s asshole before. He tongued her sweet little opening, listened to another soft sigh.
“Your finger, Chandler. I want your finger.”
He continued to lick her ass as he breached her tight pussy with first one finger, and then two. Her suction—and more of her sweet sighs—welcomed him as he drilled her.
“Yes, just like that.” She let her legs drop and forced him to release her ass.
It saddened him to let the puckered hole go, but he had plans for it later. For now he twirled his tongue around her clit as he finger-fucked her. When her channel started to clamp down, he knew her orgasm was coming. No, he wanted her to come while he was inside her. He released her clit and removed his fingers.
“Chandler?”
“I love how you come for me, Jane.”
“I didn’t come that time,” she huffed.
He let a broad grin spread across his face. “I know.”
She pouted. “You sadist.”
“Baby, I promise you you’re going to come as many times as you want to, but the next time you do, my cock is going to be shoved all the way inside your delicious little cunt.”
“Well, Mr. Hamilton, there’s a problem as I see it.”
He widened his eyes, let his smile fade. “What might that be?”
Her eyes gleamed. “How do you expect to get your cock inside me when you still have your freaking pants on?”
His shaft throbbed against their denim barrier. “You do make an excellent point.” He pushed the piano bench away. It skidded across the hardwood floor, and in a flash his shoes, socks, jeans, and boxers mingled with the other discarded garments. “Shit.” He picked his jeans off the floor and rustled in his pocket for his wallet. When he found the condom, he ripped it open quickly and sheathed himself.
“Chandler!” Jane sat up. Piano notes, high and low, clashed.
Had he done something wrong?
“What?”
“You put a rubber on!” she whined.
“Of course I did. Safe sex and all. Don’t you want safe sex?”
“Yes, I want safe sex! But I didn’t get to suck your cock! I didn’t even get to look at it, touch it…”
God, as much as he wanted her sexy mouth on his hard dick, he was ready to go for the gold right now. “Later, baby, I promise. Right now I have to fuck you.” He thrust into her tight passage.
Home. Not so much the word but the concept permeated his mind as her warm flesh engulfed him. The dulcet moan that left her lips floated to his ears like the sweetest melody.
“Jane, you’re so tight.” He winced, trying desperately to hold on, not come too quickly.
Tiny spasms started at the base of his cock, and his skin froze. He held himself taut, immobile, deeply embedded in her moist channel until they subsided. How could she hold him so snugly? So securely? As though she were created for him?
When he’d regained his composure, he reached beneath her bottom, clinking rattled chords as he cupped the firm cheeks of her ass and tilted her hips upward. Rotating his pelvis, he began a slow rhythm removed from the frenzy he was feeling. A descant to the raucous melody of voices in his head urging him to fuck her hard, fuck her fast.
“Chandler,” Jane’s alto rasped, “do you have another condom?”
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He circled his hips slowly, grinding into her. “Yes. Why?”
“Thank God!” She jumped off the keyboard, dislodging his cock from her pussy.
He wasn’t sure he’d survive the loss.
In an instant she was on her knees before him, peeling the condom from his erection. “Because I have to suck your cock!”
“Fuck,” he growled. Her soft lips felt almost as good as her pussy. He closed his eyes, and then opened them. He’d much rather watch. “Suck it, baby. Just like that.”
She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, licked his pre-cum. He’d been close to coming before, but this was ridiculous. The urge to grab her head and fuck her mouth like he wanted to fuck her pussy overwhelmed him. That long beautiful hair beckoned. He stroked the locks, testing the waters a bit. Her moan fueled his lust, and he gripped each side of her head.
“That’s it. Let me fuck your sweet mouth.” He pumped into her, letting her take all of him.
Was that the back of her throat he nudged? He felt, more than heard, the husky moan that vibrated against his cock head.
“You like to suck cock, baby?”
Her head bobbed.
“Yeah? You’re great at it.” She was.
Damn, he wanted to come. He wanted to force every last drop of cum down her throat, watch her swallow, watch her take all of him. But he had to come in that hot pussy. Had to.
“Baby.”
Her gaze shot upward, her eyes locked with his.
“I need to fuck your pussy now. I want to come inside that hot little body of yours.”
She whimpered, but let his dick dangle from her full lips. “You didn’t like that?”
“Are you kidding? I loved it. I wanted to come.”
“You could have.”
“Fuck, you’re amazing! And I hope to spill in your mouth sometime. But what I really want right at this moment is to fill that beautiful pussy of yours.”
She dropped her gaze to his hardness. Had he gotten bigger? Sure felt like it.
“That’s one beautiful cock, Chandler.”
His skin warmed. He was well-endowed, no doubt. But words of praise for his manhood had never meant more to him. He didn’t stop to ponder why, just fumbled around for his jeans, grabbed another condom, and was inside her wetness before sixty seconds had passed.
“Janie, you hold me so snug.” He pumped. He thrust. Her tight passage welcomed him. Icy sparks skipped over his skin. “I can’t hold on, baby. I have to come. Are you close?”
Her breath puffed against his neck covered in sweat. “Just touch my clit, Chandler. Touch it, and I’ll come for you.”
He removed one hand from her narrow hip and sifted through her nest of curls to find her swollen nub.
“Yes,” she breathed, “like that. So good.”
As soon as her contractions started, his balls tightened and his own tiny spasms started at the base of his cock and surged forward. Lightning coursed through his body as he spurted his semen into her warm and welcoming cunt.
“Jane!” he yelled, his voice nearly unrecognizable. “Jane, I…I…” One last thrust brought the last stream of cum from his tip embedded deep inside her.
His whole body tightened, shivers rushed through him, nothing existed except him and the dazzling woman who took him within her wonderful body. He collapsed against her warmth as the violent shudders slowed and then ceased altogether. “Wow.”
“Wow yourself, Chandler Hamilton. That was amazing.” She stood, and notes chimed as her firm ass slid over the keys. She began gathering her clothes, which were strewn about the floor.
What a travesty to cover that amazing body.
“So,” she said, zipping her jeans, “I need you there at six o’clock tonight for warm up. We play at nine.”
Chandler didn’t answer. Real life smacked him in the head with a vengeance. Their fuck had been exactly what he’d told her it would be. A fuck. Nothing more. So why had he expected it to mean more to her? Certainly it had meant nothing to him other than sinking his dick in the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen. He’d gotten his rocks off. Exactly what he’d wanted.
“Chandler?” Jane pulled her shirt over her head, covering her beautiful breasts. Her bra still lay on the floor. “Did you hear me?”
He didn’t meet her gaze. Instead he picked his own clothes off the floor and donned his boxers and jeans.
“Chandler?”
He thrust his arms into the sleeves of his black cotton shirt. Fuck. No buttons. Jane had ripped them off.
“Chandler?” Now she was in his face. “So you’re just going to ignore me now?”
Uh, yeah. That had been the plan. But he could no sooner ignore Jane Rock than he could ignore his own cock, which was coming to life just because she stood in the same room as he. “What is it, Jane?”
“I said I need you at the club at six tonight.”
He rolled his eyes skyward. “Six. Whatever.
Her flushed cheeks reddened further. Her dark eyes smoldered, but not with lust this time, with the fire of anger. “You can’t let me down.”
“I never made any promises to you.”
“You did!” She balled her hands into fists. Her whole body tensed. God she was beautiful. “You said if I slept with you—”
“And you said you wouldn’t whore yourself out to pay for my time. This was a fuck, baby. A simple fuck. We both got what we wanted. There was no deal other than that.”
“There was! You said you’d play for me whether I fucked you or not.”
Shit. He had said that. Funny what lust does to the brain.
“Damn it! You owe me!”
Owe her? Why did it burn him up when she said that? He shook his head. He knew exactly why. “I think I’ve made it clear that I don’t owe you, or anyone like you, anything.”
“Why do you keep saying that? What do you mean by anyone like me?” She shook her head, let out a huff of air. “Look, I know your girlfriend just dumped you, but that doesn’t mean you can—”
Now his own hands balled into fists. Girlfriend! If only it were that simple. “You don’t know anything about me, Jane. All you know is that I enjoy fucking you. That’s the culmination of your knowledge about me. So don’t presume to understand what I’m going through.”
“Christ, we’ve all been dumped, Chandler.”
He fiddled with a button hole. “You owe me a shirt.”
“I’ll buy you a dozen shirts, okay? I’ll hand sew new buttons for you. Just don’t let me down tonight. Please.” Her eyes misted.
Now she was offering to buy him shirts. Hell, the shirt he wore had probably cost more than what she made in a week, and she was offering shirts. He felt like a piece of shit.
A yearning to take her into his arms overwhelmed him. He wanted to hold her, kiss her, ensure her he’d always be there for her, starting with her performance tonight. That he’d never let her down. Ever. Instead he walked out the door, his shirt hanging open and untucked, and left her standing alone in his studio.
* * *
“You can’t let her down, Chan.”
Was that his conscience speaking? No. He looked up from the bench in the backyard of his family’s mansion. Ryan stood there. Of course. It had been his conscience. Ryan had always filled that role.
“Since when are you Jane Rock’s champion?”
“She’s a nice girl. You ought to spend some time with her, get to know her a little.”
Get to know her? He knew her. He knew her in the biblical sense. It didn’t change anything. “So you know her, Ryan?” A stab of jealousy pierced his gut. “Just exactly how do you know her?”
“She and I talked pretty extensively the night you were arrested, and we talked on the phone earlier today. She was looking for you. She’s a smart woman with a lot of talent.”
Chandler closed his eyes, inhaled. “And she’s beautiful.”
“Oh God…”
Chandler met his friend’s gaze. “What?”
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br /> “You slept with her, didn’t you?”
“What makes you think that?”
“You’ve got that starry-eyed ‘Chandler’s in love’ look. Christ, I haven’t seen that since Katie Dorman your first year at the conservatory.”
Chandler looked away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Jane Rock is nothing but a thorn in my side.”
“Ha! A thorn in your side, maybe. A thorn in your heart? For sure.” Ryan fumbled with the keys hanging from his side pocket. “Look, she deserves this break.”
“Yeah? Where’s my break?”
Ryan shook his head. “You’re something, you know that? You’re whole fricking life has been one big break. Jesus, Chandler.”
Shit. Ryan never called him Chandler. Always Chan or buddy. Still, there were some things even his best friend didn’t comprehend.
“All my money couldn’t buy me my dream.”
“Money never can. You know that.”
Chandler sighed. This wasn’t news to him. He knew his money couldn’t get him where he wanted to go, and he hadn’t depended on it. He had worked his ass off, but to no avail. “Ryan, you know I’ve never expected to buy my way anywhere.”
Ryan sat down next to him. “Yeah, I know that. You’re a good guy, Chan. You always have been. But right now you’re being a little shortsighted and you know it.”
Yes, he knew it.
“Jane didn’t cause what’s bothering you.”
“But—”
“It doesn’t matter. It wasn’t her. You’re a rational person. You’re letting this one failure blind you. Do something nice for someone else. It is, after all, your fault that the agent didn’t stick around the other night.”
“Thanks for the salt in that wound.”
“What do you expect from me? Lies? I wouldn’t be a friend if I let you get away with this self-indulgent crap. You fucked up, and Jane paid the price. Now you can fix it for her. This isn’t a hard decision. It’s not a decision at all. It’s something you have to do.”
“I don’t have to do anything!”
Ryan stood and raked his fingers through his dark tousled hair. “True enough. I’ve had my say. I can only hope you come to your senses. You’re not a selfish person. You never have been. I’m proof of that. So don’t let one event color your life.”