by Piper Snow
"Maybe next week?"
"It's a date."
I leaned in and kissed him slowly, trying hard not to think about going another week without seeing him. My heart ached knowing that this is what our lives could be like, flying back and forth across the country every week just to see each other for a few hours. I pushed that thought out of my mind, not wanting to deal with it. I focussed instead on being in the moment, on feeling his lips on mine, on enjoying what little time we had together. I could worry about the rest of it later. Right now, he was here, and I was happy.
"Well then," I whispered before playfully biting his bottom lip. "If you're leaving in the morning, we'd better make the most of tonight."
He widened his sparkling blue eyes in surprise and flashed a crooked smile, giving me the precise reaction I was hoping for.
"But..." He cleared his throat. "What about your promise?"
"I kept it.” I smiled proudly. "I know this won't be a one night stand. I'm ready now."
His hands were on me in seconds, clutching my shoulders as he laid me back onto the couch, his lips glued to mine the entire time. I was spellbound by the intensity and power of his kiss, as though every kiss that preceded it was only a teaser, and now he was giving me everything. I realized just how much he had been restraining himself this entire time, and now that I could finally feel the full heat of his fiery passion, it was an amazing turn-on.
I couldn't help myself, I began grinding my hips into him, the feel of his massive hard-on saturating my already damp panties.
I felt every inch of skin on my body heat up as he ran his hands down my cheek and over my shoulder, gently pushing the strap of my dress down to reveal my right breast. My eyes closed in anticipation of his hot lips, but snapped open again when he softly blew on my nipple, sending sparks flying through my veins.
My head sunk deeper into my couch cushion as his tongue traced circles over my skin, and I ran my hands down his back, pulling on his shirt to take it off. He sprang up, lifting his shirt over his head to reveal his tanned six-pack and smooth shoulders, and I licked my lips as he returned to his place at my breast.
He sucked my hard nipple into his mouth, making my whole body tingle. A hand moved down towards the hem of my dress and slipped between my legs, his thumb rubbing me over my lace G-string. A long, low moan slipped through my lips, letting him know just how much I had been craving his touch.
Suddenly, he stopped, and I opened my eyes, wondering what was wrong. He sat back on his knees, looking down at me lovingly.
"Where's your bedroom?"
A wide smile appeared across my face as I pointed towards the door to the right, and he scooped me up in his arms, carrying me through the threshold before placing me onto my feet. He unzipped my dress with the utmost care, letting it drop to the floor before he hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them down.
A man had never treated me so delicately before, I had never given anyone a chance to. I always rushed through sex, taking charge and eager to reach climax. But something was different with Eli. I was different. I wanted to take it slow, to relish it, to lick every inch of him until his flavor was burned onto my tastebuds. I wanted it to last forever.
I gasped as he buried his mouth into my mound, the slickness and warmth of his tongue on my clit almost too much to bear. It was even better than I had imagined it to be in my orgasmic dream about us in the back of the limousine. Slowly, his tongue slid over me, sending tantalizing shivers down my spine.
My fingers intertwined in his hair, holding him against my pussy, inviting him to venture deeper into me. My cheeks flushed with heat as I edged closer and closer to ecstasy, and within seconds I was shaking in orgasm while he drank in my juices.
Gently, he lowered me down onto the bed as waves of pleasure continued to wash over me.
"Do you have...?" he asked, and I pointed to the bedside table with my eyes still closed, catching my breath.
I ran my fingers over my nipples as he kicked his jeans off and ripped the condom packet open. Opening my eyes so I could see his magnificent naked body in full view, my breath caught in my throat at the sight of his cock. I could tell by the times I rubbed against it and from his silhouette at the beach that he was well-endowed, but I still hadn't expected this. I bit my lip as I watched him roll the condom over his huge shaft, and I couldn't wait to feel him slide into me. I smiled, knowing I was about to have the best sex I’d ever had.
He climbed on top of me, returning my smile with his own before enveloping my mouth with his.
"I've been dreaming of this since the moment I saw you at the club," he whispered in my ear, his hot breath tickling my neck.
"I've been dreaming of this since I was sixteen years old," I smirked, remembering all those times I fantasized about him. It was almost hard to believe that all those fantasies were nothing compared to this delicious reality.
"Really?" He looked me deep in the eyes. I nodded, and the corners of his mouth turned up into a devilish grin. "That's so fucking hot."
A growl rumbled in the back of his throat as he kissed me once more, his eagerness making me want him even more than I already did.
He pushed my legs apart with his, teasing me with the tip of his erection until I was practically begging him to enter me.
I held my breath as I felt him start to slide into me, inch by magnificent inch. I completely let go, letting my most basic of urges take over. Following his unhurried pace, I moved my hips with his, closing my eyes so I could focus my attention solely on the thrilling sensations of my body.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he cupped my right breast in his hand, squeezing it just enough to make me moan.
He felt so good inside me, like it was exactly where he belonged. I arched my back, allowing him to thrust deeper into me, grinding directly against my clit as he moved in and out.
Our breathing became shallower as we picked up speed, moving with each other in a euphoric rhythm. I reached my lips up to his and began kissing him with more passion than I thought possible, the dance of our tongues being felt in the deepest, most sensual parts of me. I threw my legs around his waist as he pounded into me again and again, each thrust as amazing as the one before.
Soon enough, I couldn't hold myself together for any longer, and we increased our speed once more. With my thighs clenched around his waist and my breasts pressed tight against his solid chest, I began grinding into him harder and harder, pushing myself to the brink.
"Jaz!" he called, and the sound of my name coming from his beautiful mouth sent me over the edge.
Ripples of bliss bolted through my entire body, making my lips tingle and my toes curl. I screamed his name as I fell apart underneath him, with him exploding inside me just seconds later.
Our pace slowed, but more fireworks were lit with every last thrust, giving me the longest orgasm I'd ever had.
"Eli," I moaned, clutching his hair in my hands as I came down from my exceptional high.
We stayed there a while, holding each other, entwined in the soft sheets as we drifted to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up in his arms. Resting on his chest, I listened to the peaceful sound of his heart beat as the sunlight poured through my bedroom window. I turned to my bedside table to check the time on my alarm clock, and cringed when I saw it was almost eleven o’clock. I wished I could stay there all day, but I had to be in the studio by noon, so I carefully climbed out of bed and tip toed into the bathroom.
I’d only just stepped into the shower when the door opened and I saw Eli standing there, a dazzling smile on his handsome face.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” he said.
“Hey there,” I grinned. “Sleep well?”
“Like a baby. May I join you?”
“Come on in.” I opened the shower door, inviting him under the steamy spray with me.
He kissed me as soon as the door closed behind him, letting his tongue taste every inch of my mouth as he traced his hands ov
er my curves.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, the heat in his eyes enough to make me burst into flames right there.
“Back at you.” I flickered my tongue over his bottom lip before closing my mouth over his.
His hands slid down my back, cupped my butt cheeks and pulled me closer until I was pressed firmly against his hard-on.
“Eli,” I whispered, trying to focus. “I have to be in the studio soon, and you have a plane to catch.”
“Well, we’ll have to be quick then.”
I laughed, nodding my head eagerly. He bolted out of the shower and into the bedroom to put on another condom, and within seconds he was back, spinning me around and entering me from behind.
Watching our reflection in the bathroom mirror, I admired our bodies as they moved together.
“Oh, Eli,” I cried, my breasts pushing up against the cool glass as he slid in and out of me.
He held firm to my hips, slamming me into him again and again until I was swimming in bliss.
Eli moaned as he came inside while as I trembled in pleasure, the hot water still running down my sensitive skin.
I gasped as he pulled out of me, igniting one last delicious bolt of ecstasy between my thighs.
“Jaz,” he panted, still catching his breath. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”
I turned around, lifting my arms around his neck to kiss him, loving every second that his soft lips were on mine.
Throwing my jacket on, I looked at the time. I was already running late to my session at the recording studio, and if Eli didn’t leave soon he’d be late for his plane. As tempting as it was to make him miss his flight back to L.A so he could stay in New York for a few more hours, I knew he couldn’t break his commitments, just as I couldn’t break mine.
“Ugh, I really don’t want to go to L.A right now,” he sighed as he pulled his t-shirt over his head.
“I know, I don’t want you to go either. But you’ll be back next week, right?” I asked, trying to stay focused on the positives.
“You bet. I’ll book a flight back as soon as I get home. Maybe I can stay a while, if that’s alright with you?”
“You can stay here as long as you like,” I said, standing on my toes to kiss him before I picked up my handbag and opened the front door.
“Don’t tempt me, I might not ever leave.”
“I might not let you.” I winked at him as we left my loft and waited at the elevator.
I played it as though I was just fooling around, but it was no joke. Knowing he was leaving again hurt more than I thought it would, and I didn’t know if I could ever let him go again.
We stepped into the elevator, taking advantage of our last private moment together by kissing each other goodbye. A long, passionate, steamy kiss that was so hot I thought it would fog the mirrors around us.
“Next week,” he said as we walked out into the busy street, about to go our separate ways.
“Next week,” I repeated, feeling as though my heart was leaving with him as he started walking down the street.
Chapter Eleven
ELI
A week later, I stepped off the airplane, trying not to notice the stares and whispers around me.
“That’s Eli Hudson!” I heard a young girl say to her mother, and I picked up speed. As much as I loved meeting fans, today I only had one person on my mind, and she was waiting for me in her West Village loft right now. I couldn’t wait to see her gorgeous face again, to kiss her luscious lips and run my hands through her glossy hair.
She was all I could think about all week long. I wanted to talk to her again, to touch her creamy skin, to hear her laugh. I couldn’t get to her quick enough. And when I did, I knew I would never want to leave.
I anxiously adjusted the position of my duffel bag on my shoulder, the nerves finally starting to kick in. After having to leave her twice already, I couldn’t stand the thought of doing it again. So I had a proposition for her; I wanted to move to New York, even just for a few months to try it out. But I knew that if she’d let me, I’d stay by her side forever. I wanted to give her, to give us, the chance we deserved. I knew she was the one for me, and I didn’t want to let anything get in the way of our love.
Dodging through the crowded airport, something sitting on the magazine rack in the bookstore caught my attention. I slowed my pace, trying to get a better look, thinking I’d surely imagined it. Stepping closer, my heart sank at what I saw.
It was a magazine, with a picture of Jaz on the cover. It was taken during one of The Wild Diamonds concerts, and she was licking the microphone. On one side of her picture was a photograph of some bulky blonde guy, who the caption named as Dan. On the other, a picture of Jaz and I, taken on our first date. The headline read;
All That Jaz!
Wild Diamonds Cheating Scandal!
Jaz Malone too wild for Eli to tame.
Read our exclusive interview with the guy who spent the night with her while Eli was in London singing for charity!
I picked up the magazine and flipped to the article, reading all about how Jaz took self-confessed Wild Diamonds groupie, Dan, up to her room after an L.A show, dated the same day I was performing in London.
Anger coursed through my veins.
I walked into the store with the magazine and dumped some money onto the counter before storming towards the exit and hailing a cab.
As the taxi weaved through the New York streets, the memory of walking in on Melissa and her lover flooded my mind, and the image of Jaz in bed with another guy only infuriated me even more.
I couldn’t believe I’d been such an idiot... again. How could I let myself fall for someone like her? Party girls never change, all they want is a good time, and the second I couldn’t give it to her she was fucking some random loser she picked out of the crowd. At least the first time I was left broken-hearted it didn’t get out to the media, so I could get over it and move on in private. But it would only be a matter of time until this was nation-wide, even international news, if it wasn’t already. This was going to be hell.
The cab stopped in front of her building and I threw the money at the driver before jumping out and pushing through the double doors, making a B-line for the elevator. All the things I wanted to say to her flashed through my mind, many I never had a chance to say to Melissa because I was too hurt. I wouldn’t hold my tongue this time.
I slammed my fist against the door, taking one more look at the cover of the magazine, seeing the photo of us together made my rage boil to the surface.
The door swung open, and I tried not to notice that she was wearing a hot pink lace bra and panties under an open white silk robe. She’d dressed up for me. I averted my eyes, trying to focus on why I was there, before letting loose.
“No more one night stands, huh?” I bellowed, throwing the magazine at her.
“What?” Her eyes widened in shock as she looked at the cover, surprised to be found-out as the cheater that she was.
“All that stuff about promises? It was all bullshit, wasn’t it? Did you even stop drinking or was that just another lie?”
She couldn’t take her eyes off of the magazine, and as she opened it up to see the article, confusion spread across her face.
“What, don’t remember him? He’s the guy you fucked while I was in London!”
Finally, she decided to say something, her eyes still scanning the article. “Eli, I didn’t cheat on you. This isn’t true.”
“Jaz, it’s all there! Right down to which hotel room you were in and what color your panties were! Or have you screwed so many guys you can’t even remember that douche?”
“Eli, I swear, I haven’t been with anyone since you asked me out at the club!”
“Did you sleep with him?” I asked, my anger turning into hurt.
“Yes, I did. But...”
“But what? I was in a different country, so it’s okay? Or were you drunk? Whatever your excuse, Jaz, I don’t want
to hear it. I can’t believe this is happening again.”
“Please, just listen to me! You know what happened with Trent, I would never cheat. I would never hurt anyone like that, especially not you.”
“Why didn’t you just fuck me and get it over with?” I said, ignoring her excuses. “Why’d you have to string me along for weeks? I’m waiting around like an idiot while you’re giving it to any guy who shows up at your gigs. So much for changing your life. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“I don’t have anything to be ashamed about!” she screamed. Her arms dropped to her side, letting the magazine fall to the floor. I had hurt her, but I didn’t care. I was the one who should have been heartbroken, not her.
Tears fell onto her cheeks as I walked out and slammed the door shut behind me. I thought confronting her like that would make me feel better, but I left her building feeling even worse than I had when I entered it.
Chapter Twelve
JAZ
I fell to my knees, the shattering of my heart too much to bear. I had tried to explain, tried to tell him that the magazine had fabricated the cheating scandal, but he was just so angry, so betrayed. I regretted telling Dan that he could go to the papers with the story of our one night stand. At the time, I couldn’t have predicted that there would be someone in my life who would care enough to be hurt by it. But I did, and his heart was breaking now for no good reason. And so was mine.
“No,” I muttered to myself. I couldn’t let this happen. I couldn’t just let him walk away. My happiness was not going to be ruined by some trashy tabloid magazine and a guy from my past.
I stood to my feet and stormed out of my loft, pushing through the door to the stairwell and leaping down the stairs three at a time. By the time I made it out onto the busy New York street, Eli was almost at the end of the block.
“Eli!” I called as I began to run. Suddenly, the flashes of cameras were right behind me, no doubt capturing me running after Eli in my sexiest lingerie, but I didn’t care. Their presence had never stopped me from following my heart before. I wasn’t about to let it happen now.