Play for Me

by Lois Kasznia

  “I want to make love to you, Samantha. I want to take you right now.” Ian slipped the straps off of her shoulder, and her dress slid to her ankles. Ian’s heart raced as he took in Sam’s lush breast, her pink nipples jutting out, waiting to be sucked. Trembling with excitement, he tipped Sam’s face so she could look into his eyes. They were glazed with passion and Ian smiled with delight. Oh, the things he wanted to do with her. His fingers gently tugged at her nipple and Sam breathed in sharply. “Did I hurt you?” he asked. Was he being too rough in his excitement?

  “No, not at all,” breathed Sam sensuously. She had closed her eyes at this touch and now she focused them on Ian. “Ian, um. Do you have a towel we can use? I mean.” Sam didn’t want to break the moment, but making love in the sand; wouldn’t that hurt?

  Ian came back to his senses. What had he been thinking? Sam must think him to be a raving sex-starved lunatic. “No, there’s no towel. Follow me.” He quickly pulled up her sun dress and took her hand leading her into the house. “The bedroom,” he said proudly as he opened the door.

  Sam, a little bit nervous, gulped loudly when she saw the king sized bed. “That’s some bed,” she commented lamely. She started to have some doubts and swallowed bravely. For God’s sake, she was thirty years old. She could handle this, right?

  Ian stared at her closely. “Are you nervous?”

  Sam shrugged, at first not looking at him, and then decided to face him squarely. “I told you I’m not into casual sex, so this is, you know…” She couldn’t finish the sentence.

  “What do I have to do to make it special?” whispered Ian now more turned on than ever. Usually, the women jumped him. Sam didn’t, and he liked a challenge. He wanted Sam to feel what it felt like to make love to a real man. Not some wimpy guy she had before. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids and slowly pulled the straps of her dress down again. He kissed her neck while his fingers gently kneaded her nipples causing her to moan.

  “Oh,” gasped Sam, surprised how good it felt, the tingling between her legs intensified. Ian gently laid her on the bed, propping her up on the giant pillows. His mouth replaced his fingers on Sam’s nipples and she writhed in delight, her hands tangled up in Ian’s hair.

  “What can I do to make you happy?” murmured Ian as his hand slid to her flat stomach, feeling the lace of the elastic on her panties.

  “Are you kidding?” Sam gasped for air. She couldn’t even form a cohesive sentence, Ian’s hand weighed heavily on her stomach as he inched her panties off. He parted her legs and gently explored the light chestnut curls between her legs, finding the nub nestled in the moist folds. Sam jumped with amazement at the sensation it brought.

  “You know what I want to do?” asked Ian hoarsely.

  “What?” mouthed Sam, her voice low.

  “This.” Ian brought his lips to her navel, nipping and licking until he reached her nub, his breath hot on her skin. His hunger raged unstoppable, insatiable. He wanted all of Sam. He smiled in erotic pleasure as Sam thrashed with pure pleasure bringing her to an explosive climax. He loved how honest and real Sam felt as she moaned and whimpered at his touch. Ian knew he was a damn good lover, and he’d make Sam appreciate it.

  Sam reeled in total ecstasy, but also felt bewildered. Never in her life had she experienced anything like this. Ever. She just remembered the clumsy groping of the men of her youth. The waves in her stomach were still rippling with the aftershock of the orgasm. She watched in awe as Ian ripped off his pants and his engorged arousal sprang forward. My God! Talk about endowed. She watched warily as Ian reached in the dresser drawer and pulled out a condom.

  “Ready for the ride of your life?” asked Ian seductively as he met Sam’s gaze. He lowered himself and entered her gently, trying not to hurt the natural resistance of her body. Man, talk about tight. He felt her tense and then arch her hips to meet his thrusts. The tightness made him all the more excited, feeling she had never been touched this way before until the realization hit him like a two by four. Sam had been a virgin and he had just deflowered her.

  “Um, Sam?” Ian slowly started to withdraw gently.

  “Hush,” she commanded. “Now, is not a good time to talk.” She felt totally satiated.

  “No. We need to discuss something here.” Ian sat up and took Sam’s hands into his. “When were you going to tell me you were still a virgin?”

  “Oh, that.” Sam sat up, not liking the look on Ian’s face. “I didn’t think it would be a problem,” she began cautiously.

  “I mean I’m flattered,” stated Ian since it had been the best sex he had ever had, but he wanted to make sure Sam felt all right with this. He didn’t want to lose her at all.

  “I said I wasn’t into casual sex,” began Sam. “What would you have done if I had told you? Would you have run as fast as you could?” Sam looked directly into Ian’s eyes.

  “Of course not,” said Ian as he tenderly stroked her cheek. “I would know to take it easy with you.”

  “What if I didn’t want it to be that way?” asked Sam. “I thought this could only be described as awesome.”

  “Wait a minute,” said Ian, realization set in. “Did you tell someone you were a virgin and they freaked out?”

  “Yes.” Sam hung her head but Ian lifted her chin with his forefinger and kissed her gently. “He told me I was a cold fish.” She smiled wanly.

  “Honey, you were anything, but cold, believe you me.” Ian began to kiss her again while Sam’s hands roamed his body. “Baby? There’s more where that came from.” Sam smiled and responded lustily to Ian’s skill.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Yo, Drew.” Jett made his way to the table where the infamous Drew Stone sat. Jett noticed that Drew had had some cosmetic work done. He had bleached blonde hair and there wasn’t a wrinkle on his face. Jett knew Drew to be extremely vain and resented the aging process. Jett and Drew were the same age but age had been kind to Jett. A twenty-something, brunette woman sat on Drew’s lap while he openly played with her breasts. Things hadn’t changed and Jett just shook his head.

  “Jett.” Drew parted the girl’s leg and inched his fingers into her sex. She moaned with pleasure, her drug hazed eyes closed. “Now you remember that, sugar but you got to go now. Drew has work to do.” He slapped her bare buttocks and she slowly got off his lap. She noticed Jett and smiled coyly at him. Jett held up his hand indicating he had no interest in her.

  “So, what’s up?” Jett sat down across from Drew and ordered a light beer.

  “Heard you’re going to be touring real soon,” drawled Drew as he took a drink from his martini. “Europe?”

  “Yeah. We’ll be gone for eleven months. Gotta make a living somehow,” explained Jett.

  “I’m just winding down from our tour. After this weekend, we do Vegas, and then its relaxation time. Can’t wait to chill.”

  “We’re ready to go. We got some really good material, tracks are sounding good. We’re jazzed.”

  “Speaking of new tracks, heard you got yourself a mystery guitarist.” Drew leaned forward, intense.

  “Where did you hear that from?” Jett guffawed. “We always have folks jam with us.”

  “Samantha Stevens. Jordan’s sister.”

  “So?” Jett didn’t want to go down this road.

  “I want her. I want her in my band. I want her in my bed.” Any friendliness disappeared as Drew meant business.

  “How did you find out about her?” asked Jett now very curious and tried not to get upset.

  “Saw the three of you in Chicago. Asylum Monkees concert. Not only is she more talented than her brother, she’s hot.”

  “She’s extremely happy working for me. The answer is no.” Jett smiled coolly at Drew.

  “What, you shagging her?” Drew sneered at Jett.

  “It’s none of your god damn business. I said she works for me. She’s a part of my band, as well as a press assistant.”

  “I’ll make her an offer she can’t refuse.” Dr
ew’s smile appeared nasty.

  “No, you won’t. She’s not your type. She’s got a brain on her, and knows how to use it. I’m done here.” Jett got up, threw a twenty on the table and left. Drew had made him so angry he couldn’t stop shaking. No way, no how would he let Sam go, especially to the likes of Drew.

  ****

  “I can’t believe we fell asleep!” Ian sat up abruptly, causing Sam to focus on the present and not the sexual dream she wanted to never end.

  “Why? What time is it? Yikes! I’m supposed to be back at the hotel!” Sam tried not to panic.

  “Relax, it’s only eleven, but aren’t you hungry? I forgot to make dinner.”

  “Well, we can still eat?”

  “I don’t see a problem, but I should get back to the room since I’m supposed to meet Jett in the lobby.” Sam grabbed at her bag, and shuffled through the clothes she had brought with her. Darn, she had forgotten to bring a robe. She stopped and looked at Ian as he hastily threw on some shorts.

  “I can whip something up or we could go out to eat. It’s up to you.” Ian reached down and cupped Sam’s chin in his hand. “Personally, I’d rather eat here, you know. Just in case.” He wiggled his eyebrows provocatively.

  “You’re so bad,” laughed Sam. “I’m for eating here, but I forgot to bring a robe. Do you have an old shirt I can wear?”

  “I’d rather you go naked,” said Ian as he wrapped Sam in his arms.

  “No. I’d feel silly walking around naked, especially while I’m eating.” Sam folded her arms across her chest and glared at Ian. Ian sighed and went to his closet where he pulled out a Hawaiian shirt and handed it to Sam.

  “Hey, is that my phone or yours?” asked Ian as they both heard the tone of a cell phone message.

  “It’s mine,” said Sam as she stared at her phone, perplexed. “It’s Jett. He’s left over ten messages. Something must be wrong.” She looked at Ian with concern.

  “Call him while I make dinner,” said Ian as he walked into the kitchen with Sam following him.

  “Jett, it’s…”

  “Jeesh, Sam. Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick!” Jett sounded really distressed.

  “I’m with a friend,” said Sam noncommittally. “What’s wrong?”

  “What friend, Sam? I wouldn’t ask this question if it wasn’t important.”

  “I’m with Ian,” she answered

  “Thank god! Let me talk to Ian.”

  “Is there something you want to tell me, first?”

  “No, let me talk to Ian.” Sam handed the phone to Ian, who stared at her, perplexed.

  “Hey, Jett. What’s up?” asked Ian as he held Sam’s gaze.

  “It’s Drew. He’s after Sam. That’s why he wanted to talk to me.”

  “Holy shit.”

  “Wait. It gets better. He said he saw Sam while she played in Chicago and wants her to join his band. I told him, no. She works for me, and she’s mine. He said that doesn’t matter. He’ll find her and ask her himself. He also said he wants her. Badly. As a matter of fact, he’s looking for her right now because he knows she came with me. Tell her to stay out of the hotel and to stay put. Are you at your house?” Jett rushed his words.

  “Yeah. I’ll kill him if he comes anywhere near her. Do me a favor and don’t come anywhere near here.”

  “I know better than that because he’s following me like I don’t have a clue. Ask Sam if she left anything in the hotel room because I’m leaving for home.”

  “That’s not smart,” said Ian shaking his head. “If he is following you, he will know she’s still here. Go back to the hotel and stay there. I’ll pick you up in the morning. Sam will stay here tonight. She’s safe with me.”

  “Thanks, man. I know I can trust you.” Ian ended the call.

  “What was that all about?” Sam looked at Ian for an explanation.

  “How can I explain this?” He poured more wine into both of their glasses. “You know Drew?”

  “I don’t know him personally, but I do know who he is.” Sam looked at Ian for more information.

  “Well, it seems like he’s taking a liking to you.”

  “How? Why?” asked Sam.

  “He saw you play in Chicago and according to Jett, he’s totally into you. He wants you to work for his band.”

  “Why would I do that?” Sam tried to follow Ian’s logic.

  “The reason he asked Jett here, is he figured you would be here, too. He hoped to talk to you. And other things.” Ian turned away.

  “Other things?” Sam crossed her arms and stared at Ian demanding an explanation, as Ian turned away. Sam laid her hand on Ian’s arm. “What do you mean?”

  “Drew likes to maul women in public.” Ian shook his head in disgust.

  “Maul women in public?” Sam repeated and cocked her head in confusion.

  “Why are you making this so difficult?” Ian sighed. “Molest. Instead of shaking your hand, he would squeeze your breasts. Things like that. Women let him get away with it because of who he is.”

  “So, you and Jett have decided that I’m not going to meet him, to protect me from him?” Sam crossed her arms over her chest

  “Well, yeah.” Ian looked at Sam closely.

  “Do you think that little of me that I would let him get away with that?” Sam felt hurt.

  “It’s just that.” Ian looked away and mentally shook his head. “It’s just that you are pleasantly untarnished in the rock and roll society.”

  “Do you mean naïve?” Sam challenged.

  “No, not at all. Let’s just say a little vulnerable.”

  “I see,” said Sam trying to control her anger. “Of course you and Jett don’t realize that I have a black belt in karate. Something Jordan made sure of while I grew up with all of his friends.”

  “No, I didn’t know that,” said Ian sheepishly. “Wait a minute.” He looked at Sam closely. “You’re mad, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, I am. You and Jett have made all of these decisions without consulting me.” Sam stood up and walked into the bedroom with Ian following her. She reached for her clothes and started to get dressed.

  “What are you doing?” Ian felt a tug in his gut.

  “I’m meeting Drew and you and Jett can come watch me in action.” She reached for her phone and called Jett.

  “Sam?” Ian tried to speak, but Sam had already called Jett.

  “Hey, Jett. There seems to be a little misunderstanding here. I want to meet with Drew.”

  “Sam, I can’t let you do that. He’s dangerous. I mean, if you want a raise or something just let me know, and it’s a done deal.”

  “No, I’m fine. I just want to show you who I am and who you have hired. Bring him on. Call him back and tell him we’ll meet at the hotel bar. I hope you and Ian enjoy the show.” Sam disconnected the call and turned to Ian. “Well? What are you waiting for?”

  “Sam, I can’t let you do this,” said Ian unhappily. “I know his body guard personally. He’s an ex-Navy Seal.”

  “Really?” asked Sam. “Why would a Navy Seal work for him?”

  “Money. Why else?” Ian shrugged.

  “Back up a minute.” Sam stared intently at Ian. “How do you know all of this?”

  “I, um…” Ian looked down at the floor before answering. “I worked with him. I kind of, um, am a Seal too.”

  “I’m impressed,” said Sam, incredulous. “You could kill me with your bare hands.” Sam looked at Ian amused. “When were you going to tell me this?”

  “Kind of like telling me you were a virgin?” countered Ian.

  “One to one,” laughed Sam. “I guess that makes us even.”

  “I wouldn’t kill you, and I really don’t want to talk about it right now.”

  “I see.” Sam stared at Ian intently. “You are better than him, right?”

  “We’re about equal, which is why I can’t let you go there.” Ian shook his head.

  “Suit yourself. I need to do this.” Sam
lifted her purse on her shoulder, ready to go.

  “Are you always this stubborn?” Ian hadn’t moved to the door yet.

  “No. Just about certain things, and this is one of them.” Sam looked directly into Ian’s eyes.

  “Okay, okay. Here are the rules. I want Drew to know that I’m with you. The minute you’re in trouble, give a cough. I can barge in and take care of you.”

  “Got it.” Sam got into the car as Ian opened the door. Her phone rang and she answered it.

  “I think you’re a glutton for punishment, but here’s the deal,” said Jett on the other end. “He’ll meet you in the hotel bar in about twenty minutes.”

  “Okay. I’m ready for him.” Sam ended the call and relayed the information to Ian. She sat back, quiet for a moment. “You know, I think it’s kind of a turn on that you’re a Seal.”

  “I should’ve told you sooner?” asked Ian with a bemused expression on his face.

  “Yeah. It makes it so intriguing to know you.” Sam boldly stared at him. No wonder he looked like a Greek God.

  “What does that mean?” Ian tried to concentrate on his driving but other thoughts were crowding his mind. Like X-rated thoughts he would like to do with Sam.

  “Dangerous,” murmured Sam provocatively. She reached and touched his bicep admiring the strong chorded muscles.

  “You have to discuss this while I’m driving? You should’ve mentioned this hours ago.” Ian glared at Sam.

  “I didn’t know ‘hours’ ago,” said Sam with a smile. She looked out the window to see the hotel up ahead. “D-day!” Sam smiled in anticipation.

  Jett waited in the lobby for them and he paced nervously. “Sam, why are you doing this?”

  “Relax. I know what I’m doing, okay?” Sam strode into the bar with Ian and Jett behind her. Sam spotted Drew at a table in the back, sitting next to a well-muscled man obviously, Drew’s bodyguard. Sam watched Drew’s startling black eyes as he tensely followed her every move.

  “Have a seat,” said Drew amicably. He graciously stood up and pulled out a chair for Sam.

  “Thanks.” Sam made herself comfortable and looked at Drew in anticipation.

  “Drink?” asked Drew.