by Louise Bay
“Then I’ll have to see what I can do to tire you out,” I replied. “We have twelve hours before he comes back but I’m not sure that’s enough for me to do all the things I have planned.”
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as I pinned her against the door with my hips.
“You are so delicious.” I pushed my mouth against hers, desperate to taste her, dying for her to understand how much I wanted her.
I had to get her inside. Without breaking our kiss, I dug out my keys and tried to open the door behind her.
“Matt,” she whispered against my cheek before pulling away. I lifted her and she wrapped her legs around my waist, kissing my neck. I got the door open, dragged her suitcase into the entrance hall and carried her inside.
“I have a house rule,” I said.
“Yeah?” she asked, leaning back as I slammed the door behind us and strode toward the bedroom.
“No clothes.”
She grinned.
“And you’re breaking that rule.”
“But you just told me.” She fumbled with the bottom of her shirt, then pulled it over her head, exposing the delicate white lace of her bra. Her breasts pushed out of the cups in a way that got me harder than a baseball bat and itching to bite down on the soft flesh.
I shook my head. “Don’t play innocent with me. You don’t follow the rules, you gotta pay the price.”
She squirmed in my arms, trying to get free. “What price?”
“You’re mine until you leave LA. That means I get to do exactly what I want while you’re here.”
Her breathing became choppy as she stared into my eyes. She liked me in charge. Of her body and mind—at least when we were in bed—and that suited me. I hated it when women tried to take over in the bedroom. It had gotten worse the more famous I got; the nameless women I’d fucked treated sex with me as an audition, constantly trying to impress me. Lana, on the other hand, just reacted to what I did to her, seemed to do whatever seemed right in the moment. It was never forced between us, just phenomenal.
I let her fall onto my bed, scanning her body, drinking in the sight of her finally, finally in my home.
She glanced around and her smile faltered. “What is it?” I asked.
She shrugged. “I bet this bed has seen a lot of action.”
Of course, she would think that. My history preceded me. “I’ve never been with another woman in this bed.” Buying this place had been a turning point for me. I’d bought it when I’d stopped the wild parties and meaningless sex.
She pursed her lips, clearly thinking I was bullshitting her. I leaned forward and opened the fly on her pants. “I mean it. This is my home. The first place I’ve ever owned. The only woman who’s entered this room is my housekeeper.”
“Really?”
“I’ve never lied to you,” I replied.
She softened and reached to release the catch on her bra. “I don’t want to be breaking the rules, now do I?”
Her breasts fell free, her swollen pink nipples begging me for attention. She might just be the perfect woman. I slid her pants off to reveal matching white lace underwear. “Christ, I’d forgotten how tempting your pussy is. How tempting all of you is.”
I got undressed as quickly as I could, my gaze never leaving her body. I should have taken her panties off before I started to undress myself. The view would have gone from incredible to spectacular.
As if she were reading my mind, she slipped her thumbs into either side of her underwear and dragged them down. I fisted my cock as I eyed her glistening pussy now she was finally naked. Slowly, she opened her legs under my inspection. “That’s right. You know what I like,” I said, taking a step forward. I grabbed her ankle and pulled her toward me.
Her hair spread out around her like arrows pointing toward her beautiful face. “How did I get so lucky?” I asked. A small smile curled up her lips.
I wanted to be anything but soft with her now. I wanted to fuck. Hard. Fast. Relentless. I grabbed a condom from my nightstand and rolled it on as quickly as my shaking hands would allow. I couldn’t wait to feel her around me. “We’ll do slow later. Right now, I need to be inside you, baby.”
She nodded. “I want that, too.”
I groaned as I guided the tip of my cock to her clit and then pushed down her slippery folds to her entrance. I leaned over her, clamping my hand on her shoulder. “You ready?”
She reached over her head, her breasts lifting. “Please, Matt,” she cried.
I slammed into her in one fell swoop, my hips hitting her thighs. “Oh God, yes,” she said, fainter now. The booming in my ears had taken over, and I had to try to think of something other than the way she was pulsing around me, the way I could feel her surrounding my cock, how she was looking at me. I needed to see her come, remind her what I did to her body. I had to show her how good this was, that it was worth it.
I pulled out and she whimpered. “Oh, baby, I won’t deprive you.” I just wanted to feel her heat, her skin next to mine. I moved us up the bed and hovered above her, looking into her eyes. I wanted to memorize every second with this woman. She widened her legs, her palms pressing against her inside thighs, spreading them as far as they would go.
I pushed in, watching her as she took my cock, deep, right up to the root. The expression on her face was desire mixed with relief, as if my dick was a life source. As if she depended on it, worshipped it, needed it.
I shuddered.
“You missed me, baby?” I asked her. “You missed my cock, driving into you like that.” I slammed into her again. “Your fingers aren’t the same, are they? They can’t fill you up like I do.”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “I want …” She was too far gone to form full sentences.
I pressed my hand on her belly, stroking my thumb over her clit. Her body began to twitch and jerk. I clasped her shoulder, trying to keep her in place. “Just take it, baby. Take my dick.”
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she chanted, her voice breathy and desperate.
She grabbed my wrist. “I don’t think I can … It’s too much.” She looked at me, almost pleading with me to stop, to keep going, to give her release, to make it last. I knew how she felt. She wanted everything at once.
That’s how I felt every moment I spent with her. She was almost too much for me. Too good.
But I knew what she wanted was for me to take what I wanted from her. I picked up my rhythm, pounding into her again and again, not stopping as her grip around my wrists tightened, her fingernails digging into my skin. But I didn’t stop. I just kept fucking and fucking, my skin getting hotter and hotter until seconds, minutes, hours later, she screamed out my name and her orgasm coursed through her body.
I paused, panting as I enjoyed the way her whole body shook and her muscles milked my dick all the time as she looked straight at me.
Jesus Christ, I wanted this to last forever. I wanted us to do this again and again. I wanted time to stand still.
I began to move but she cupped my neck and pulled me toward her. I kissed her, fast and sloppy. I was impatient. I wasn’t nearly done. My dick was throbbing, and I wanted her to know how much I’d missed her. I wanted her to feel how much.
I pulled out and flipped her over to her stomach and lifted up her hips. She groaned as I positioned her just as I wanted—her ass in the air, her face in the mattress.
I slid my hand over her ass, focusing my attention on her hot, wet pussy as I teased her entrance with my crown.
I wanted her to need it, beg for it. It wasn’t enough that she was just ready for me.
“Matt,” she cried as she twisted her hips.
I stayed silent, pulling back when she shifted to try to get more of my dick.
“Matt. Please. I want it. Please.”
That was better. And I couldn’t say no to her. Not ever.
I gripped her hips and slammed into her as she groaned. I gasped in relief. “Yes,” she screamed as if it was all she’d been wai
ting for her whole life.
It was so deep like this. We fit perfectly. I couldn’t stop. I wanted to give her whatever she wanted. I needed to take from her more.
I pressed my palm on her lower back, desperate to keep her in position, not wanting to waste a single thrust.
Her hair skirted her skin as she leaned up on her elbows and turned her head to look at me.
It was like a bullet to the chest. She was so beautiful, her eyes heavy with desire, her mouth slightly parted, the need in her expression. How had I got so fucking lucky?
I wanted to come on her. Over her. In her. I wanted her whole body covered in me. She quivered the way she always did before she came the second time and it was too much. Seeing her undone sent blood rushing to my dick.
Her desire for me—not the actor, model, star, but just me—tipped me over the edge. Her eyes widened and she lingered on the cusp of orgasm, begging for release. I was happy to give it to her. Three final, sharp thrusts and she arched her back and called out my name. She couldn’t get any more perfect.
I fell onto the bed and rolled to my back, pulling her into my arms.
She twisted her legs, linking them through mine as she always did. Who would’ve thought I’d have a postcoital routine that existed of something more than a piss and a goodbye.
Our breathing hadn’t even returned to normal before I started imagining Lana gripping the edge of my dining room table while I pounded into her from behind. “You’re wicked,” I said, kissing the top of her head.
“I am?” she asked.
“You make me insatiable.”
“I’m pretty confident you had that covered before I arrived,” she said.
My sexual past wouldn’t stop hovering around us like a bad smell. Did it bother her? Worry her?
I shifted so she was on her back, then propped my head up with my hand and stared down at her perfect naked body. I slid my palm between her breasts and over her belly. “You get that this is different for me, right?” She caught my hand before it could go lower. “You’re different. For me. That’s why you’re here, in LA, in my home, in my bed. I can’t pretend there haven’t been women before you, and I can’t change that—don’t want to. But you’re the only one that I want to be with. I hope you feel the same.”
She traced my eyebrows with her finger as if buying herself time to think. “Kiss me,” she said simply. It wasn’t any kind of declaration, but she never had to ask twice.
And anyway, it was enough.
For now.
Lana
Between orgasms, I had managed a little sleep thanks to the difference in time zones. So although I was tired, it could have been worse. I still wasn’t sure I wanted to go out in the middle of the night, but Matt seemed excited. I’d rather have stayed naked and in bed with him.
“Are you ready?” he called through the bathroom door. We’d agreed to have separate showers or we’d never manage to get out of the house.
“Just coming.”
He snickered and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and grin as I pulled on a pink blouse and a pair of skinny jeans.
Being here in LA with him hadn’t been as awkward as I’d imagined it might be. We’d spent a lot of time together in Maine, but I’d been worried he may be someone different at home. Sometimes people changed depending on their environment.
Part of me had thought this trip would be a release. I’d be able to leave and say to myself that Matt wasn’t the man I’d thought he was and that we’d go our separate ways. But so far, Matt was the same, which was both wonderful and terrifying.
I scrambled through my bag for my mascara. Even though Matt had said I didn’t need makeup tonight, I was pretty sure there wasn’t a woman in Los Angeles who went completely barefaced. Mascara, blush and maybe a bit of lip balm would be the absolute minimum while I was here.
“Car’s here,” he yelled.
I almost ran into him as I came out of the bedroom. Excitedly, he grabbed my hand and practically pulled me out of the house.
Matt held my car door open as David slid into the front seat. “You’re okay with the route?” Matt asked.
“Absolutely, sir,” he replied and then Matt flicked the switch that brought the screen up between us.
“You’ve never been to LA, right?” Matt asked, taking my hand and clasping it in his lap.
“Nope. Ruby and I were going to go after graduation but then …” But then my ex had ruined our plans. I hadn’t even attended the ceremony.
“If I ever meet him, he’s going to get knocked into next week.”
I kissed his shoulder. “You’re sweet, but I wouldn’t want him to have the satisfaction of knowing it still bothers me.” Bobby had wanted to control me, to punish me, and releasing those photos had given that to him. In my own way, I was finally trying to take some of that power back, here, with Matt. I was getting on with my life.
“Have you seen him since it happened? To confront him?”
“No, never laid eyes on him again.” The damage had been done and confronting him would just have given him the attention from me that he wanted. “There was no point. I just walked away.”
He pulled me closer to him. “Always a lady.”
“Not when I’m in yoga pants and socks.”
“Especially then. That’s your sexiest look.”
I elbowed him in the ribs. “You’ve got all the right words today.”
He kissed me on the lips, then moved away and tapped on the tinted window. “This is Rodeo Drive. You’ve heard of that, right?”
“With all the stores? Can I roll down the window?” I asked. “I like the breeze and I want to see better.”
He grinned and reached for the button.
“No one will see you, right?”
“Not at all. We’ll be moving too fast.”
The warm air slipped into the air-conditioned car, making me shiver. “It’s so hot, even so late.” The street was quiet and still, and reminded me of a film set, all new and perfect.
“We can come shopping tomorrow if you like.” he said.
“Like you can just walk into stores without people noticing you.” I laughed. “And anyway, I’m not much of a shopper.” He’d promised me we wouldn’t go out in public. Hopefully he wasn’t regretting that decision.
“And now we’re turning on to Sunset Boulevard,” he said as we turned right. “Like the movie.”
“And the musical.”
“That,” he said, pointing to the left. “Is the Beverly Hills Hotel.”
The familiar white cursive font on the side of the green building poked out from between the palm trees. “We’re not going there though, are we?”
He shook his head. “It’s a real celebrity haunt. There’ll be photogs there. I thought you might just like a drive around town—your own private Hollywood tour. You can’t visit the city and never step outside my gated community.”
“I’d be okay with just being with you.” As soon as I said it, I realized how cheesy it sounded. But it was true. I’d come to LA to see him, not the sights. “But this is really thoughtful of you. Thank you.”
Each side of the road was flanked with green—trees and shrubs and grass. “It’s cleaner than I expected. And greener.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, this end is nice. It changes as we go along. You’ll see.”
We sat holding hands, looking out the window, the scent of a Los Angeles night filling the car as the trees buzzed by. Without warning, the greenery disappeared, and flags on both sides of the street welcomed us to West Hollywood.
“And this is the beginning of the Strip.”
Billboards took the place of the landscaping. Car horns honked in the distance and our trip didn’t seem so private anymore. “Should we close the window?”
Matt shrugged. “It’ll be fine. I have my hat if things get busy.” He leaned forward and pulled out a navy-blue Yankees hat from the pocket in front of him.
“The Yankees? You know you’re in LA, rig
ht?”
“I used to go when I was in New York. Can’t turn me now.”
“You know it’s not an invisibility cloak though, right?” I asked. A piece of clothing wasn’t going to transform him from Matt Easton to some tourist from the Midwest.
“Let me worry about being recognized. I promise, it won’t happen.”
I needed to trust him. This was his town, his fame. And it was as important to him as it was to me that we weren’t seen together. “You ever been on one of these billboards?” I asked, pointing up to a huge sign that had Jennifer Aniston on it.
“Yeah, once or twice. It’s a weird feeling, driving past one. But good. It means the movie’s getting publicity if you’re thirty feet high.”
I shuddered, though a movie billboard was probably different than having your naked body plastered around campus. Matt had signed up for it, agreed to it, even aimed for it. But I wouldn’t ever crave people’s eyes on me like that.
“That’s the Viper Room, a club that you might have heard of,” he said, leaning toward me and pointing to the right.
It sounded familiar, but I couldn’t remember why. “We’re not going there though?”
“No.” He chuckled.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing really. I used to go a lot. But you’re right. It’s not really your scene. And I mean that in a good way.”
I didn’t say anything, but this part of LA was less glamorous than I’d imagined it to be. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected, and maybe things would look different in the light of day, but it looked run down in places.
“That’s the Comedy Store,” he said and I slid over a little, some of my hair catching the breeze and escaping out the window.
“Hey, look at that,” I said, glancing back at Matt to make sure he’d seen what I’d seen. “A train. Is that a restaurant?”
“Serves great hot dogs.”
“It’s super cute.”
“We can get takeout from there if you like.”
Of course, we couldn’t actually just go to dinner. It was almost as if we were in a bubble, cut off from the rest of the world. It was a romantic thought, but it was also a little odd. I’d never noticed how limited Matt was while we were in Maine, probably because I was in my world and my day wasn’t impacted by Matt’s stardom. But going to a restaurant should be the most natural thing in the world. It bothered me that we couldn’t be normal, or spontaneous. “Maybe,” I replied.