by T Gephart
“Yeah that too.” Eric pulled me closer to him and kissed the top of my head. “Maybe in a week or two, I have to consult the manual.”
Another elbow to the ribs.
“Schedule,” Eric coughed out. “I meant schedule.”
“Well that sounds great.” Kate looked between us, clearly too polite to say what she was really thinking. “Call me.” She gave Eric a kiss on the cheek. “And hope to see you both soon.” And she was out the door with a wave.
“You.” I gently shoved him in the chest. “You are terrible.”
“Am I?” He didn’t seem to be taking me seriously. “Not what you were saying last night.” He folded his arms across his chest, enjoying making me squirm.
“Yeah, that’s because you were naked. I can’t think straight when you’re naked.” Even half naked was difficult. Actually being in the same room with clothes on was a challenge, who was I trying to kid.
“So from now on all our important discussions should happen naked then?” His eyebrows wiggled suggestively.
“Your mother just left.” I pointed to the door, pretending to be horrified.
“Which means she isn’t here to see this.” His hands moved to my chin and pulled me in for a kiss. Whatever I was supposed to be thinking about went flying out the window as his hungry mouth played with mine.
God, the man could kiss.
No shit, if they ever want to solve the world poverty crisis all they had to do was stick the man in a kissing booth and boom, money for days. Not that I’d want to share those lips with anyone else. Oh hell no. For now they were mine and that’s exactly how I intended to keep them.
I KNEW NEW YORK. LIVED there my whole life and could get to any of the five boroughs with my eyes closed. But L.A. was a different kind of animal.
Firstly, I didn’t do maps. I could follow the voice prompts of a GPS just fine but if you asked me to go old school and Map Quest my way somewhere, I’d end up tossing the directions out the window and Lewis and Clark-ing my way instead.
My sense of direction was also questionable. I knew all about the sun rising in the east and setting in the west blah, blah, blah, but that never seemed to help. Which was a roundabout way of saying I currently had no idea where we were.
Eric was at the wheel of his BMW i8—his current flavor of the month—while I sat in the passenger side staring out the window, the scenery mostly passing in a blur. Eric liked to drive fast, which is why he favored sports cars and not the SUVs Ryan usually drove. And as something I struggled to do in my Buick, I could understand why it was intoxicating.
“If you hate it, let me know and we’ll leave.” Eric rolled to a stop in front of a sprawling beach house, possibly in Malibu. “We can stay as little or as long as you like, I just want to make an appearance.”
“We’re here and I’m wearing your favorite dress.” I smoothed down the front of the backless black dress I’d worn when we went out to dinner with his agent friend. “I want to walk around and make you crazy all night.” It was the least I could do for not telling me I was meeting his mom earlier.
“I’m already crazy.” His eyes moved up and down my body, the confined space of the car feeling smaller all of a sudden.
“So, we going to sit in the car some more and fog up the windows?” I tapped the window beside me to illustrate the point. “Or are we going to go in?”
“We’ll go in and I’ll try to keep my hands to myself.” He opened his car door as I did the same.
Beach house was a total misnomer. The place was a fucking mansion with some sand at the back because it backed up to the ocean. This wasn’t a run of the mill kind of shack you’d find up on the Jersey Shore. We are talking Hampton level of epic.
The valet took the keys with Eric taking my hand as we walked up to the front door, the music spilling out onto the street even though the door was closed.
“Hey, you made it.” A middle-aged man with too much girth and not enough hair opened the door to greet us. “Come in, we’re all in the back.”
“This is Tia.” He gave my standard introduction to big balding dude. “Tia, Bourke.” Hmmm, he didn’t get a title. Interesting.
“Wow.” Bourke gave me a quick head to toe before smacking Eric on the back. “She’s stunning, no wonder you’ve kept her hidden.”
“No, I’m just a vampire,” I deadpanned, my red lips trying not to smile. “I’m not great with the daylight.”
Bourke barked out a throaty laugh, his large belly ho-ho-ho-ing even though it wasn’t anywhere close to Christmas as he gave Eric another back slap. “She’s fantastic, I love her.” He tipped his head to the bar. “Enjoy yourselves.”
“Will do.” Eric’s hand pressed to my lower back.
“Bye.” I waved as we left Bourke and walked to the outdoor area.
There were people all over, but it hadn’t descended into Animal House level of crazy yet. Lots of drinking, people swimming in the pool and dancing on a make shift dance floor. But other than the loud music and expensive booze, it wasn’t any different from any other party, the amount of fake boobs and hair extensions on display a lot less than I’d expected.
“Eric.” Sadie AKA screenwriter I hadn’t properly vetted yet walked over and gave Eric a hug. “I was hoping you would come.”
Yeah, well I already made that happen.
“Sorry?” She looked at me as did Eric, my internal thoughts clearly not as internal as I’d planned.
Mind to mouth, you don’t have to say everything. Filter.
“Nothing, I was just saying hello.” My fingers did a lame curl in the air as I waved.
“Well hello to you too. So nice to see you again.” She also gave me an arm rub, obviously saving her hugs for Eric.
While in her work clothes—the boring chinos and the hoodie she’d been wearing when I met her—she’d looked young and pretty, the tight dress and make up transformed her into bombshell. It was classic nerdy-to-knock-out with a hair shake and the removal of glasses, and I didn’t like the way she looked at my man.
“Likewise.” I gave her a tight smile placing my hand on Eric’s chest while my other arm wrapped around his waist. “So Sadie, you here with anyone?”
“Ummm . . . no.” She looked at Eric and smiled, flicking her long pretty hair back before turning back to me. “I’m here alone.”
I couldn’t believe this woman.
I was right there, with my hands on him, and she was flirting with him.
“Well that’s good to know.” I moved slightly making Eric’s hand drop from my lower back to my butt. It was ridiculous, but I didn’t care. His brow rose, biting back his smile when he saw what I was doing.
“Yeah it is.” Her teeth played with her bottom lip.
Okay, so I was acting like a teenager trying to stop the Prom Queen from hooking up with my quarterback boyfriend. It was poor form and part of me was furious I was behaving so childish. But the other part of me—the one with my hand on Eric’s rock-hard abs—was telling me there was nothing wrong with being assertive. Especially when she was being so brazen.
“So, how long are you planning on sticking around?” She took a seductive sip of her drink, completely ignoring my territorial vibe as she turned to Eric. “Are you going home together?”
What? What!
The nerve.
I’d seen flirting before, but this was next-level stuff. Short of unzipping his pants and sucking his dick in front of me, this woman couldn’t be more offensive. Sure, at the studio maybe it hadn’t been clear we were together, but with his hand on my ass and mine all over him, she had to have gotten the message.
“Yes, we are.” I couldn’t stop it, too furious to care how possessive I sounded. “He’s taking me home where he’s going to fuck me so hard—”
“Okay, Sadie.” Eric’s hand clapped around my mouth as I mumbled in his palm. “We’ll catch up later.” He tipped his head goodbye before looking down at me. “Tia, let’s go get a drink.” He walked us away fr
om the vixen, his hand still plastered to my mouth.
“What are you doing?” I pulled his hand away from my mouth as soon as we were out of earshot and whispered. “I don’t know how you can just stand there? Where I come from when someone tries to flirt with your guy, she knows better not to do it in front of the girl he’s with.”
“She wasn’t flirting with me,” he said calmly like I hadn’t just seen Sadie flicking her hair and eye batting less than a minute ago.
“Are you serious?” I reared back, genuinely surprised. “Look, I know you are probably immune.” Poor guy, it was a curse as much as a blessing when you looked as good as he did. “With the amount of vagina that is tossed your way, I can understand how you wouldn’t see it. But I am telling you, that . . .” I waved my hands to the direction we’d come from. “Was flirting. Not great flirting because honestly I’ve seen Judith flirt better than that and she’s terrible, but still flirting.”
“You are so fucking adorable when you’re jealous.” He bit back a grin, lowering his head to whisper in my ear. “Seriously, I’m not sure whether to laugh or find a quiet place and fuck you hard like you said I was going to.”
Well, I know what my preference would be if anyone cared to ask.
“But I can tell you with absolutely certainty.” His voice gravel as his hand tightened around my waist. “That Sadie was not flirting with me.”
“Well then . . . wait . . . are you saying?” My brain misfired, unable to process what I was hearing.
“She was flirting with you. Sadie is a lesbian.” He laughed, thoroughly amused by the situation. “She’s not interested in any dick, especially not mine. So the vagina that was being tossed, New York, that was all for you.”
“But she . . . And at the studio . . . She was like all over you.” I tried and failed to make proper sentences, my head turning to Sadie who was eye batting and hair flicking with a beautiful leggy brunette.
Well. What do you know? I guess I had that all wrong. It was rare, but could happen from time to time.
“We work together, you think she couldn’t speak to me about a script later?” He laughed, his hands wrapping around me. “It’s because I was with you. She thought you were hot, not that I blame her. I suspected, but then she asked me about you after you left.”
Information I probably could have benefitted from earlier.
“So why didn’t you introduce me as your girlfriend?” Something I’d wanted to ask but always chickened out. Not tonight though, not when I was fueled up to my eyeteeth with emotion. I guess I should thank Sadie for that. “I mean, I assume I’m your girlfriend, right?”
He took a breath, running his hand though his hair mussing it up so he looked even sexier. “Because being my girlfriend isn’t who you are.” Next he slayed me with his eyes. “You’re Tia and you’re fucking amazing in your own right. I’m not going to try to take ownership of that because you happen to be dating me.”
Dear God in heaven and all the saints.
“Wow, that’s.” I swallowed, anything I had to say not even close to being as sweet, thoughtful or as romantic as that. “Beautiful. I don’t think anyone has ever said anything so amazing to me.”
“Their loss, and I’m not sorry about that.” His lips brushed against mine as he pulled me close to his chest. “Anything else you want to talk about?”
“No, no that’s it.”
“Okay, let’s go meet some other people.” His head tipped to the party we were in the middle of. “Let’s not worry about telling them how I’m going to fuck you later. I’m pretty sure it’s assumed.”
“Sounds good.”
We ambled back into the group, picking up a much needed drink from the bar first. Not because I was nervous, the reason my heart was racing so fast was for an entirely different reason.
With drinks in our hand we went and sat by the pool and mingled. Every time Eric introduced me it was just as Tia, and now that I understood why, it gave me a secret thrill.
Most everyone was normal. There were a few guys who had Kanye complexes with the Kardashian wannabes not far behind, but they were the exception and not the rule. And everyone was nice to me, not a sneer or evil eye thrown my way the whole time, no more vaginas either. No, it had been me that had been the judgmental asshole not them, but I was learning.
And when it was time to go we thanked our host, said goodbye and got into Eric’s car. It was all so normal, and completely unexpected.
It was hard being in a confined space and not touching him, the surge of sexual electricity flowing between us. Words just didn’t seem adequate, so we sat there in silence, the stereo low over the hum of the engine.
Eric’s hands gripped the steering wheel tight as we stopped at his front estate, the code inputted into the silver box before the large black gates slid open.
All I had to do was wait a few more minutes and we’d be up in his bedroom. There, I could do all the things I had been doing a million times in my head during the drive. I wanted him. Desperately. So much the dull ache between my legs was almost unbearable, needing the release.
“What are you doing?” Eric laughed, both of us looking down into his lap where my hand happened be to rubbing the front of his jeans.
It hadn’t been premeditated, my body giving a fuck you to my brain as my hands staged their own rebellion. They wanted to touch him and even minutes were too long to wait.
He was already hard, a large firm ridge pressing against the front of his jeans swelling further as the heel of my hand rubbed against it.
“I thought it was pretty obvious.” I smiled, my fingers slowly unzipping. This may not have been the original plan, but I sure as hell liked where it was heading.
“You’re going to give me a hand job, in my car?” The edges of his mouth twisted into a grin as he looked around, the outside security lights the only company visible. “I feel like we’re sixteen and I’m dropping you home just before curfew.” He unfastened his seatbelt, leaned forward and eased the seat back.
“Mm-hmm. I hope my parents don’t see.” Biting my lip as I committed to the role-play. My free hand unhooked my seatbelt, the rest of me tingling even though he hadn’t touched me yet.
With his zipper down, my hand slipped in between the cotton of his boxer briefs and made contact with his skin. A harsh hiss passing through Eric’s lips as my fingers gripped his shaft tight.
The windows in the car started to fog, our breathing heavy as I stroked his thick length up and then down. It was slow at first, taking my time as my palm covered as much of his skin as possible, my hand twisted when it got to the top. A small bead of pre-cum spilled out of his cock, feeling it on my palm exciting me further.
“Fuck, I love your hands on me.” His lids lowered to half way, watching me work him. “God, that feels so good.”
I loved watching the rise and fall of his chest quicken; the breaths out of his mouth becoming more ragged with each stroke. But most of all I loved watching him unravel and knowing I was the cause.
His hips bucked, trying to control the rhythm but I wouldn’t let him have that. My grip tightened as I maintained my pace, squeezing him harder as my other hand moved to his balls.
“You’re driving me insane.” His ice blue eyes flashed at me, so full of want it was making me wet. Torn between wanting to have him inside of me and watching him come in my hand, I gave him what he craved, moving a little faster up and down his length. I watched the entire time, watching him as he followed my hand stroke the length of his cock.
“Tia.” He stretched out his legs in front of him, his hips lifting off the seat. “Fuck.”
“I love watching you,” I said lowering my mouth into his lap, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock as he let out a groan.
I wanted—no needed—to taste him, stretching my lips around him as I licked him. Lips. Tongue. Mouth. Hands. I continued my assault, working him over until he was so hard he could have cut glass.
“Mmmmm.” My lips tag
teamed with my hand, the slide up and down a little faster as I sucked him harder and deeper into my throat.
My tongue swirled up and down as I pumped him with my hand. My eyes on him as he rocked his hips in his seat and I could see he was fighting the orgasm. Desperate to get off, but not allowing himself the pleasure.
“You keep doing that and I’m going to come in your mouth.” He yanked on my hair to stop me, his voice was so raw and rough I almost came myself. “Is that what you want, Tia? For me to come in your mouth?”
I didn’t respond, too worked up to even know what I wanted.
“I want to touch you.” He tightened his grip on my hair. “I want to feel how wet you got sucking my cock.”
“But I—”
“But nothing.” He didn’t let me finish, his gaze searing me in place. “You think it’s easy to look at you all night and not take you somewhere quiet so I could be inside of you?” His voice deepened. “I want to touch you.”
My body rose out of its seat on his command and shifted onto his lap, the tight space forcing us close as his hard-on rested against my core.
“Pull up your dress.” His lips vibrated against my mouth.
My hands complied even as my brain short-circuited, lifting the dress as his hands moved to my thighs.
“Were you thinking about my cock the whole ride home?” he asked, forehead resting on mine.
He didn’t give me a chance to respond, one of his fingers slipped into my panties, becoming instantly coated. “New York, you are so fucking wet.”
His brow furrowed, the hand not inside of me moved to my ass as he gripped me. The sound of tearing fabric cut through the air as my underwear disintegrated in his hand.
I panted as air hit my bare skin, his finger moved further, slipping inside of me while his other tossed the shredded fabric aside and then palmed my breast. His hard cock so close to my core all I had to do was lift and he would be inside of me.
“This is what I was thinking about.” His thumb rubbed against my clit as my breathing got heavier, another finger added as his hand started to pump. “I wanted to feel you wet for me making those little noises you are now.”