by Ivy Jordan
His fingers pulled at my flesh, parting my ass cheeks and opening my pussy so that his cock nestled between my plump pussy lips. Sweet, delicious teasing.
My back arched, pulling my breasts from the warmth of the water and letting the cool ocean breeze roll over them. His mouth lowered, consuming my right breast while his tongue teased my tight nipple. I moaned, louder than expected. My body ached for more as he pulled his mouth away, moving slowly to my left breast.
His cock grew between my legs, threatening invasion into my tight hole.
He pulled me closer, sucking the delicate flesh of my nipple between his lips, and then stared up at me as if tortured by his own teasing.
He reached behind him, pulling a silver foil packet from a compartment on the hot tub ledge. “Am I being presumptuous?” he asked nervously, holding the condom between his thumb and pointer finger.
“No,” I gasped. I wanted this. I needed this.
He lifted me from my sweet spot on his lap and allowed my body to gently glide back into the warm water. He rose from the bubbles, exposing his large cock, hard and rippled with veins bulging from his flesh.
I watched as he slid the condom on, his hand gripping himself tightly to secure the protection. He lowered back into the water, pulled me back into his arms, and let me position my pussy over his impressive manhood.
This was fast. Was it too fast? It’s just fun, Emily. Just fun.
My eyes closed tight as the weight of my body relaxing pushed him deep inside my pussy. I let out a moan, louder than the one before. His hands clenched my skin, gripping me tightly as he slid me further down onto his cock.
The water rolled around us, excited and wild as he filled me.
His beautiful blue eyes filled with pleasure as his lips parted and a deep sigh escaped. My hips rocked towards him as his mouth searched for mine.
Our lips met, sending a quick electric wave of pleasure through my entire body. He tasted of the red wine we’d drank, mixed with a sweetness that no matter how much I tasted, it wouldn’t quench my thirst.
Our tongues entangled, my legs tightened around his body, and my pussy slowly started its pulsating massage around his cock. “I don’t know what you do to me,” he whispered, gripping my ass cheeks tighter and pulling them apart.
The water rippled around us, teasing my clit with what felt like flicks of a tongue. I pressed hard against him, rolling my swollen nub into his chiseled abs to bring me closer to my impending orgasm.
Water splashed out of the hot tub as we rocked into one another. Our bodies melted into each other, becoming one, as my orgasm exploded violently and without shame around him.
My breathing sped up, my heart raced, and my fingers sunk into his damp, warm flesh while my body throbbed, shook, and jolted in his arms. “Fuck,” he gasped, his eyes closing, and his head falling back against the hot tub ledge.
His cock began to pulsate, teasing my sensitive, tortured flesh, and quickly swelled to fill me with a satisfaction I’d never experienced.
Low, deep growls escaped his throat as his arms tightened around me and his thrusting slowed to a steady pace. I couldn’t take my eyes from him as he let his orgasm loose. Yes, this man was going to be real trouble for my heart.
Chapter Four
Three days on the set. There was so much more to making a movie than a play, or a commercial. This was wild. I loved it, except that I’d been so busy, I hadn’t had time to see Josh.
“I’m making dinner,” Lisa said on the other end of the phone.
“I’m not sure when I’ll be home,” I explained, watching the director glare at me as I took my personal call.
“I gotta go,” I said quickly, shutting my phone off and shoving it into my bag.
The man who was playing my husband was Mark Lewis, a B-rated actor from years ago. It wasn’t Scorching Rays of Beauty like Jackie Lemay landed, but it was my first leading role, and I was going to give it everything I had.
The long hours were exhausting, and not seeing Josh was torturous. It was sweet that Lisa was planning dinner, since the four of us were always busy lately. It used to be a ritual, at least once or twice a month, but I knew it had been at least three months since our last meal together.
When the director closed the set down, it was only seven o’clock, plenty of time to make an appearance at dinner, even if late.
I sent Lisa a text as I got out of makeup, letting her know I’d be there. On my way home, I called Josh, but got only his voicemail. I hadn’t talked to him all day, and even though I knew he was working his twenty-four-hour shift and couldn’t see him, I wanted to at least hear his voice.
Laughter rolled out of the house as I pushed my key into the front door lock. I opened the door to a smoke-filled room that smelled like someone had burnt old tennis shoes over a charcoal grill. “What the hell happened in here?” I asked, looking around the room at my three drunken roommates.
“Lisa burnt dinner, so we’re drinking instead,” Tamara said, holding up her beer.
“We need to open some windows,” I gasped, covering my mouth to keep from breathing in the stench.
Amy giggled, her plump cheeks pushing up her face. “Where’s Maria?” I asked, not used to seeing her without her sidekick.
“She got pissed off because I got asked to do some work for one of the car companies,” she said stiffly.
“I’m going to light some candles,” Lisa said, getting up and walking towards the kitchen.
I fell into the sofa, too exhausted to change, or to care about the burnt smell drifting through the room. “Here,” Tamara said, handing me a beer.
It tasted good. Cold, wet, soothing. Yes, I needed a beer more than I needed dinner.
“How’s it going with Josh?” Tamara asked.
My cheeks burnt as I let my lips curl into a smile. “That good?” she laughed.
I nodded.
Lisa returned from the kitchen with a tray of cheese, salami, and crackers. She laughed as she placed the tray on the table. “Dinner is served.”
It felt good to just sit there and talk to my roommates. I found out Lisa got hired for a semi-lead role in a play, making me feel more at ease as I told them about the movie set.
Tamara kept pushing the conversation back to Josh, and how we were doing. I didn’t mind giving them all the details about our love affair, but honestly didn’t know how to answer the questions about how I felt, or where I saw it going.
“He’s twenty-seven, six years older,” I argued when Lisa said he’d be perfect for me.
He was perfect for me. The age difference didn’t matter to me, and I didn’t think it did to him, either—but I needed something to keep him from entering my heart. That was all I had.
“Who gives a shit?” Tamara growled.
I didn’t. Not really.
“I have to pee,” Amy said after sucking down four beers.
We all teased her about her tiny girl bladder as she left the room, and quickly went back to talking about Josh, and why I was being so stubborn about a possible relationship.
“Fire!” Amy yelled from the other room.
She ran into the living room with flames chasing her from the kitchen opening. “Fuck!” Tamara yelled, quickly gripping her phone.
“Everyone out,” Lisa shouted, ushering us through the front door as Tamara called 911.
Standing on the front lawn, we all watched with horror as our house was engulfed in flames. “My camera,” Tamara shouted, running back towards the house.
We all screamed at her, begging her to stay away, but it was her only way to survive; we knew it was a lost cause.
The fire trucks blasted loud horns and flashing red lights as they approached. Men piled out of the trucks, some running towards the house, and some dragging the long yellow hose to the nearest hydrant. It was like a bad dream. Tamara was still inside, the flames were growing more powerful, and suddenly, I realized, she may not come out.
“Emily. Are you okay?” I turned
to see Josh, all geared up in his yellow suit.
“Tamara. Tamara went inside to get her camera. It’s been too long,” I sobbed, falling into his arms.
“It’s okay. Stay here,” he ordered, peeling me from him.
My heart sank deep into my chest as he ran into the house with several other men. Now, not only was my best friend inside the flames, but so was Josh.
Lisa let out a cry, sobbing that it was all her fault. Amy comforted her in her arms as I stared at the front door, waiting to see if anyone came back out.
Two firefighters exited; I couldn’t tell if one was Josh right away or not. My knees weakened when they both walked towards the truck. It wasn’t Josh. It wasn’t Tamara.
“There she is,” Lisa yelled out.
I looked towards the door to see Josh carrying Tamara out of the house. She gripped her camera case tightly as the rest of her body fell limp in Josh’s strong arms. He set her on the lawn near us, shook his head, and smiled. “You’re not a very smart woman, are ya?” he teased.
She smiled weakly. “I got my camera, didn’t I?” she snapped.
He nodded and winked.
The EMTs quickly rushed to Tamara, giving her oxygen, and covering her in a cool cloth.
“What happened here?” he asked, his eyes lingering in my direction. “I mean, I want to see you, too, but this is a little extreme,” he smiled.
Even in this horrid situation, Josh had a way of making me feel safe and at ease.
I explained the situation, how Lisa burnt dinner, and we lit candles and opened windows to kill the smell. The candle in the kitchen had most likely brushed with the curtain as the wind blew through, causing it to ignite.
Josh seemed to agree it would be tough to determine the house was on fire with the smell and smoke still so strong from earlier. I felt foolish, but I was glad to see him.
The fire was finally contained, but there wasn’t much left to the house. “You’ll obviously need a place to stay for a while,” Josh said.
“Where are we going to go?” Amy cried.
“Do you have anywhere?” Josh asked. “Family? Friends?” he added.
“None of us have family here,” I explained.
“All my friends live here,” Lisa laughed nervously, pointing at the house. “Can I stay with you?” she asked me with a laugh.
“Sure, bring your own marshmallows, though,” I teased.
Tamara was fine despite how long she’d been inside with the blaze, and was released by the EMT. She assured us that the insurance would handle everything. “We can stay in a hotel. They’ll reimburse us,” she suggested.
“Why don’t you girls go to my house,” Josh offered, reaching under his suit and into his jeans.
“Here,” he said, handing me a key.
“We couldn’t,” I argued.
“Of course you could,” he said with a wink.
He leaned in, kissing me softly on my forehead. He reeked of smoke, but I didn’t mind. He was sensual, sweet, and so kind that I could feel my heart swelling inside my chest.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yes,” he insisted.
The girls all thanked him as the other firefighters pulled him away. “I gotta go. Emily knows how to get there,” he said, grinning as he turned to head back toward the truck.
Wow, only two official dates, and I’m already moving in.
Chapter Five
The girls all gushed with excitement when they saw Josh’s place. “He’s a keeper,” Tamara said with a wink. I already knew he was; that was the problem.
The first night, we all snuggled under blankets in the living room, not sure if we should venture out to the guest rooms.
It was gracious of Josh to let us stay the night, but when he told us we could stay until our house was fixed, we were all a little more than shocked.
“And, you need to be in my bed, keeping it warm,” he whispered in my ear, kissing me softly on the neck.
“Yes, sir,” I agreed, vowing to never sleep on the floor again.
He situated the girls in guest rooms, each with their own room. It was nicer than our house, and much more spacious. None of us were worried about getting back home anytime soon, especially me.
“Are you sure you don’t want us to get a hotel?” I asked after our third day there.
“Absolutely not. You’re so busy with the movie, at least this way I get to see you,” he smiled.
Damn, his lips tasted delicious as he pressed them against mine. Tamara made a growl as she passed us, laughing at our public display of affection.
I didn’t care. I’d fuck him right there on the kitchen counter if he wanted to.
“I have to go,” I groaned, sinking into his arms.
I hated working so many hours, especially knowing Josh was off work for the next two days.
“I’ll have a bottle of wine chilled, a delicious dinner made, and a movie ready for you when you get home,” he said sweetly.
Home. I liked the sound of that.
He slapped my ass playfully and then pushed me gently out of his arms. “Have a great day,” he winked.
It was a great day, although long and tiring. The scenes were dramatic, and even though the director was virtually unknown in the industry, I felt he’d really make a spot for himself with this film, and for me.
I drove back to Josh’s place—home, as he’d called it so lovingly—floating on cloud nine. My body was worn and exhausted, by my mind alert and reeling from the possibility of having a relationship, an actual relationship, with Josh.
He was a keeper; Tamara was right. I wanted nothing more than to keep him.
“Welcome home,” Lisa said sleepily.
She rubbed her eyes and then gave me a quick hug. “Josh made an amazing dinner.”
“He’s a great cook,” I acknowledged, excited to see him. “Where is he?” I asked.
She smiled. “Waiting for you in the living room.”
I let out a soft squeal as Lisa ushered herself to bed. The other girls were already out, having been properly fed, entertained, and cared for by the most amazing man I’d ever met.
“You’re home,” Josh said, leaning against the frame of the living room entrance.
I couldn’t contain my endearment towards him, quickly sliding into his arms and letting my head rest against his chest.
Soft beats of his heart lifted my cheek from his chest, gently, and then lowered it back down again to rest against the warmth of his chest.
“Hard day?” he asked.
I looked up, letting my tired eyes answer for me.
“Hungry?” he asked.
I nodded, slipping from his arms to let him guide me towards the stairs. I took the step, one at a time, slowly, enjoying the feel of his hands around my waist. At the bedroom entrance, I paused. “What about dinner?” I asked.
He chuckled. “We’ll get you dinner. First, we need to get you relaxed and comfortable,” he said.
His hands slid my jacket from my shoulders and down my arms. I stood there, allowing him to undress me, one piece of clothing at a time, slowly, sensually.
Sex with Josh was so romantic, so thoughtful, and I knew from the bulge in his sleep pants, he was about to get really thoughtful.
“You must be exhausted,” he whispered, kneeling in front of me with his hands on my pants button.
He pulled, opening my jeans, and then tugged the material from my body. I stepped out of them, with his help, and then let out a sigh as his hands rolled up my legs and to my thighs.
“How about a massage?” he asked, slowly rising back to his feet.
“You’ve already done so much. I should give you a massage,” I protested.
He hummed a deep vibrating sound from his lips as his eyes lingered on my bare chest. “Lay down,” he ordered.
I climbed onto the bed, laying on my back as I watched Josh open the drawer to his nightstand. He pulled out a jar of oil and set it on the nightstand near the bed. My body tin
gled with anticipation. I’d never received a massage before. I was excited.
“I don’t want to get oil on those sexy panties,” he said softly, eyeing the silk panties still covering my most intimate parts.
His hands slid up my legs, slowly and sensually. He gripped my panties, tugging at them as I lifted my ass from the mattress. I loved the look he got when staring at my body. A hunger, a desperation, a thirst was in his eyes as they lingered between my legs.
He climbed onto the bed, lowering his mouth between my open legs. The warm wetness of his tongue made me shudder when it slapped against my swollen flesh. It buried into my plump lips, sliding between them, gently dipping into my pussy to taste the juices created by my excitement.
His lips tugged at my flesh, sucking it into his mouth, making me squeal. My back arched, pushing my pussy against his willing and hungry mouth. My clit hardened between his lips as he sucked it in, massaging it with his tongue, making me moan out into the large room.
“Roll over,” he ordered, lifting his head from between my legs.
My legs were quivering, weak, and barely held my weight as I rolled over to my belly.
His hands massaged my ass, circling my flesh as he parted it, creating a wild sensation shooting through my entire body.
His tongue glided across my skin, slipping between my cheeks and touching a part of my body not yet explored by anyone. My breathing quickened as he lifted away from me. Suddenly, the scent of lavender filled the room and I could hear his hands rubbing together to warm the scented oil.
Warmth filled my body as his hands touched my skin, massaging with power, precision, and a sensuality I couldn’t have dreamed up if I’d tried.
His hands pushed my legs open, giving him a view of my shaved pussy as he massaged my legs, and then my feet. I wanted to come as his hands glided up my thighs, letting his fingers touch my sweet, tortured flesh.
“Don’t come yet,” he whispered in my ear, sliding his body along my back and letting his cock press into my leg.