by Joanna Blake
"No, she's not. And when I'm not on stage, I will wear whatever the hell I want to wear!"
They exchanged a meaningful glance and stood up.
"I can see you are in a mood dear. We can talk about this later. I'll have the studio send some more appropriate things to the hotel."
I grabbed a blanket and prepared to roll myself into a cocoon. I wanted to get away from everyone. I was surrounded by people whose livelihoods depended on me. But I'd never felt so alone.
I was at my breaking point. Livid. I shook out the blanket and wrapped it around me. That's when I felt it.
Joss was staring at me from across the cabin. Not just staring either.
His eyes were burning into me.
He looked angry. At me? I glanced at him again. He wasn't angry.
He was hot.
There was no mistaking the heated look in his slumberous eyes. He looked exactly like he did when we were in bed together. I felt a shiver go through my body.
I guess he wasn't as unaffected as he liked to pretend. I looked back at him. For once he didn't look away. He held my eyes. His jaw clenched visibly.
He looked like he was suffering.
I smiled.
Good.
Chapter Fifteen
Joss
I stood outside the suite in the hallway. I had a room adjoining hers this time, not in the same suite. It was better this way. Besides, the terrace was six stories up.
She didn't need me underfoot.
She acted like she didn't need me period.
Though I had to admit, it felt like she did. I wanted to protect her in ways that had nothing to do with security. Or even the overwhelming urge to rip her clothes off.
I frowned, thinking about the plane ride to New York. The way her mother had talked to her was sickening. It had made me angry. More than angry.
I wanted to smash something. Then take her. Then smash something else.
I was starting to see how badly Trista had been used by basically everyone around her.
And I had just added myself to the list.
I hadn't meant to but that's what I'd done. I'd taken what I wanted and then discarded her. It was for her own good but in the end it was the same effect. I'd abandoned her.
And torn myself apart in the process.
Oh yeah, I'd taken what I wanted but it only left me wanting more.
Much, much more.
I'm talking stranded naked on a desert island with nothing to do but fuck more. Maybe a year of non-stop sex would be enough to get my lust under control. Maybe more like ten years.
Or forever.
If the guys could see me now they would laugh. Ice? Not so much. More like Puddle.
Trista had melted me without even trying.
The door opened behind me. I stepped aside as Jenna peeked her head out.
"Is the car ready?"
I nodded.
"Okay, we're going."
"Where?"
"A club."
"I didn't clear that."
She shrugged apologetically.
"The studio did. It's an industry event."
I had no choice but to go along. My breath caught as Trista stepped into the hallway followed by Shasta.
The stylist had outdone herself this time.
Trista wore a long black dress. It was long, sure, but there was nothing modest about it. The lace was totally sheer and cut short in the front. The dress was made out of panels that clearly showed what she was wearing underneath.
Not much. Not nearly enough to keep me and everyone who saw her from knowing exactly what was underneath. The perfect size and delicious shape of her.
A tight black corset and hot pants kept her from being completely nude. That was it. The thigh high boots only made it worse. I stared at the small patch of bare skin visible on her upper thighs. I swallowed convulsively, my rod standing at attention.
Everyone would be looking at her. Wanting her. Fantasizing about her.
She was mine dammit.
The feeling came over me suddenly. It was foreign. Unwelcome. I immediately knew I was screwed. Way more screwed than I'd already been.
The girl was mine. I knew it in my bones. There was no way of getting around it. I just had to inform her of it. Everything else was meaningless.
Who she was. Who I was. None of it mattered.
Not anymore.
If I hadn't rejected her I could have told her I didn't like her outfit. I would ask her to change. If I hadn't been such an idiot we could be in bed together right now. She wouldn't even want to go out.
She'd be too busy riding my cock.
Or being ridden.
I groaned at the thought.
I could be sliding in and out of her sweetness instead of trailing behind her like a puppy, watching men throw themselves at her left and right.
This night was going to be hell.
But I knew it was nothing more than I deserved. I had been stupid to think I could resist this. To resist her.
I locked my jaw and followed her down to the limo, watching her glorious ass as it peaked out through the lace. My fingers were balled into fists to keep me from grabbing her, throwing her over my shoulder and taking her to bed.
And keeping her there.
Indefinitely.
I was going to have to put my foot down once and for all. I'd make her listen to reason. There were going to have to be some changes made. She belonged in my bed, not traipsing around half-naked.
Oh yes, Trista and I were going to have a little talk.
Her bottom was going to be sore when we were done.
So were her other parts.
I steeled myself for a night of pure torture. One thought kept me from losing my sanity. At the end of it, I would get to have her.
I smiled as I watched her climb into the limo.
She looked good bent over like that.
She better get used to it.
Trista
I was filled with excitement as we were ushered up a red carpet to the club entrance. I'd only been to a few of these after hours industry events. Usually I was only invited to the teen award shows.
This was a whole different scene.
There were dancers in cages suspended above the crowd. A topless girl was riding a swing over the bar. Another hung upside down on a pole.
There were celebrities everywhere. And suits. And press.
I stood for a moment looking around. I could see heads swivel towards us. I felt nervously suddenly.
Then I felt Joss come to stand beside me. Suddenly my nerves disappeared. He made me feel safe. Besides, I figured that if I could make Joss want me, I could do anything.
I held my head high as we were shown to a large table in the VIP section. Almost immediately we were surrounded with well wishers. Record company execs, other musicians, television personalities.
They all wanted to meet me.
I was surprised at how nice everyone was. Especially Jason Kinderlake. He was the biggest male pop star in the world. He sat down with us and poured me a drink. I sipped it while we chatted.
Well, while he chatted.
Jason had a lot to say.
He loved my new look and song. He said he wanted to do a duet. I noticed that he kept touching me. One hand kept sliding to my back and the other rested on my knee. I scooted back a bit but it didn't stop him from stroking my shoulder.
I finished my drink and another one magically appeared in my hand. I belatedly realized that Jason mixed them pretty strong. I stood up to go to the ladies room and swayed a bit on my feet.
The whole club seemed to tilt. Jason reached to steady me but Joss was already there, guiding me away from the table. I giggled.
He practically dragged me into the hallway leading to the VIP restrooms.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Excuse me?"
I turned to stare at him. He was gripping my arm. Hard. I took a step back.
Joss looked fur
ious.
"You are just asking for trouble in that outfit. And if that guy gets any closer he's going to inhale you."
"That guy happens to be a very talented recording artist!"
"Yeah, well I don't like the way he's touching you!"
"You don't have to like it! You didn't want me, remember?"
He pushed me back sharply so that I was flat against the wall.
"I never said I didn't want you."
We stared at each other for a heartbeat. Then he turned his head.
"Someone's coming."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a supply closet. He started pacing back and forth while I watched him. His hand was in his hair again, making me certain he was wrestling with something.
"Trista- this has to stop. This isn't you-"
I crossed my arms.
"How do you know who I am?"
He stopped pacing and stared at me.
"I do know you. I know you are kind. And hard working. And incredibly talented."
My mouth opened as he walked over to me.
"I know you are stubborn as a mule."
His hand slid up to cup my cheek. I tilted my head back to stare into his eyes as he loomed over me.
"And I know I will die if I don't kiss you right now."
I took a deep breath as he stared at me. He didn't just want me. He cared about me. I knew it.
"Joss..."
"Don't tell me not to kiss you. I can't stand being this close to you all the time. Do you know what you do to me?"
"I-"
I was about to tell him I felt the same way but he stopped me with a kiss. Not just any kiss either. This one blew the others out of the water.
He was tender, searching, reverent as he plunged his tongue into my mouth again and again. He sighed deeply, his hands sliding gently into my hair and holding me in place as he ravaged me. By the time he lifted his head we were both out of breath.
And I was wedged up against a laundry bag full of clean table clothes.
"Trista... Fuck. We can't do this here."
"Okay."
"Can I take you back to the hotel now?"
I nodded shakily.
"Yes."
Chapter Sixteen
Joss
We were silent on the limo ride back to the hotel. Silent in the elevator. Silent as we walked down the hallway to her door.
We didn't have to speak. We didn't even have to touch, even though we both wanted to. We were saying enough with our eyes.
I took the key card and opened the door. For once she had her own room to herself. Just a living room and a bedroom. Everyone else was down the hallway.
It was perfect.
I closed and locked the door, sliding the do not disturb card onto the handle before I did. Trista stood in the middle of the room in that incredibly sexy outfit. Waiting. After everything that had happened, she was going to be mine.
I took three steps and yanked her against me, wasting no time.
My hand was on her ass, guiding her thigh upward to wrap around me. I dipped down so I could rub my rock hard cock against her. We both moaned at the feel of it. This was what we wanted. Nothing more. Nothing less.
I growled and tugged her dress over her shoulders. It slipped to the floor, leaving her almost naked. The bustier was harder to undo.
"Couch. Now."
I followed her, bending her forward so I could undo her laces. Her delicate hands rested on the armrest. I tugged at the corset laces until it came free and roughly pulled it from her body. I curved forward over her, my hands reaching for her breasts. They filled my hands with warm softness.
I grunted and ground my cock against her.
I wanted to take her like this. Like an animal. I wanted her right fucking now.
I reached down, pulling her shorts to her knees. Then I undid my pants and tugged my cock free, I rubbed it against her, feeling her slick pussy lips with my bare cock.
I realized I didn't have protection.
I also realized I didn't fucking care.
"I don't have a condom."
She arched her back, pushing towards me.
"I could go get one..."
"Hmmmm..."
"Or I could pull out."
I was just asking for trouble. This was pure insanity. But her soft answer drove me over the edge.
"Yes. Please..."
With an animalistic grunt I angled the tip of my cock, guiding it to her entrance. I nudged it inside the soft petals and was enveloped by hot silky warmth.
I'd never had unprotected sex before.
I'd never known it could feel like this.
I'd never known anything could feel like this.
Skin on skin...
I tried to control myself as I inched forward, filling her tight velvet sheath. I stood and gripped her hips, leveraging myself deeper and deeper. She convulsed on me in an orgasm that took us both by surprise.
I lost my last shred of sanity at the feeling of her quivering around my shaft. With a roar I started to pump my cock into her hard and fast. I held back my orgasm, even though I was ready to explode. I wasn't ready for this to be over. Not by a long shot.
She was whimpering as another orgasm overtook her. This one was even bigger. I rode her relentlessly while she thrashed, helplessly speared on my cock. Her hair tossed around. Her legs shook. I lifted her by the waist, holding her up. One hand found her hair and tugged as I pounded myself into her, thrusting harder and harder until I felt myself start to explode.
I waited until I felt the rush of cum rise up my shaft. With a curse I yanked free and pumped my fist over my cock, covering the small of her back with my seed. Dirtying the fallen angel before me.
I collapsed forward, leaning my head on her back. A strange feeling was bubbling up inside me. It was a combination of relief and amazement. Mostly amazement.
I laughed. A deep laugh that came from the pit of my belly. I don't think I'd ever laughed that hard in my life.
"Joss?"
I kissed her soft neck.
"You're all messy."
She looked over her shoulder at me.
"Whose fault is that?"
I grinned at her unrepentantly.
"I'm not sorry."
"Neither am I."
Trista
I felt like I was floating as Joss carried me into the shower. He was strong and steady. I knew he wouldn't drop me. Or let anything hurt me ever again.
He lowered me gently to the tile floor and turned the water on. I watched as he knelt in front of me and pulled my shorts the whole way off my legs. I lifted my eyes, watching in the mirror as he moved.
There was only one problem with the view.
Joss was still dressed.
It was hard to believe we'd just had Earth shattering sex with all his clothes on and my shorts around my knees. But we had.
And it had been Earth shattering. For both of us.
This time I knew it wasn't just me. The way he touched me, held me, it was reverent. He was tender and gentle, treating me like I was something precious.
For the first time in my life, I felt like maybe I was.
He kissed my shoulder and started pulling his clothes off, looking into my eyes the entire time. Then he took my hand and led me into the enormous standing shower. The warm water felt fantastic as it washed away my makeup and the sticky mess he'd left behind. His hands felt even better as he smoothed shower gel over my skin.
I sighed, leaning back against his chest as he soaped my breasts. He took his time way past when they were clean. I moaned as he kissed my neck, playing with my nipples as the water sluiced over us.
I rocked my hips back and felt his erection. I was filled with pride, knowing I was the one who did that to him. He never said so, but I knew Joss didn't give in to desire easily.
But he had with me.
I turned and ran my hands over his chest.
"My turn."
I poured shower gel onto my hands
and washed his chest and shoulders. His bulging muscles flexed under my hands. He stared at me as I worked my hands lower, cleaning his washboard stomach. He flinched as my hand closed over his cock, covering it with suds.
"Is that alright? I've never-"
"Yes."
His voice was low and raspy, almost unrecognizable. The sexy sound sent a thrill right to my core. Without tell me so, he made it clear he was going to lose control at any moment.
I smiled and lowered my hands to his large sac, soaping his balls gently. He leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes. Joss let out a low moan as I caressed him gently until all the soap was gone.
He growled when I gave him a gentle squeeze and grabbed my hand.
"Bad girl."
I giggled as he pulled me flat against his chest and blazing hot hard on. It felt enormous where it pressed against my stomach. Were all men so big? I had no experience but I doubted it.
I had a strong feeling Joss was perfect in every way.
"Bed."
Even if he wasn't very chatty.
I barely had time to think before I was lifted out of the shower and carried to the bedroom. He bent down and laid me gently on the bed. I watched as he lifted one of my legs and started kissing his way down it. I knew where he was going but I still wasn't prepared for the feel of his lips on my body.
I let out a soft whimper as his lips brushed my pussy lips.
Once. Twice. Three times.
I was so sensitive from everything we'd already done. So orgasmic. It was only a matter of time before I lost control again.
He did that to me so easily it almost frightened me.
I was trembling with need when he stopped suddenly. His lips hovered above my aching pussy until I backed away from the edge. Then he started again. Tiny little nips led to long probing thrusts. He shifted higher, flicking his tongue against my clit.
"Ah!"
I started to peak, my body arching off the bed. He blew on my lips, cooling me down, making me groan in frustration. Then he started again.
"Joss! Please!"
"Not yet."
He brought me to the brink of orgasm again. And again. And again. I was whimpering like an animal by the time he stopped the fifth time.