by Nelson, Cara
Finally, bubbling laughter rounding the corner and Trinity made her presence known, followed by Brynn.
She looked incredible, wearing some jeans that hugged her curves masterfully and a black tank top that showed her long, lean body. There were a bunch of silver necklaces around her neck and on her wrists, giving her a bit of a punk look that was still uniquely her. Not everyone could pull it off.
I just stared and Brynn came up to me.
“Hunter, hey.” She hugged me and I hugged her back instinctually, my eyes locked on Trinity. Brynn noticed.
“Well, enough of me, I guess,” she said, not able to stop her abrupt laugh.
“Hi Hunter,” Trinity said.
“Glad to see you,” I said.
“You look good, cool jacket,” Trinity replied, staring at me up and down. Right back at me, I thought.
I had to take three long strides just to reach her, but I was determined to give her a hug, to touch her in some way. Hopefully I wasn’t being invasive. It felt natural to me, but my determination to actually make contact with her was forced. I had to take three long strides just to do it.
“Well, um, where should we eat?” Brynn said. I turned my head to see her biting her lower lip to stop from giggling.
“Wherever Trinity wants. Her call,” I said.
“I don’t have a clue where to go eat. Wherever is fine.”
“Well, what are you craving?” I asked.
“Sushi or a hamburger,” Trinity replied.
“Well, we would have already needed reservations for Sushi Tsujita, so how about a burger?”
Trinity shrugged and Brynn’s eyes lit up. I looked at her and laughed. “That’s right, you are a bar food junkie. Last summer was the most bar food we ever ate on the road. Any ideas?”
“Library Bar,” Brynn said definitively.
“I would have studied a lot harder in college if I could have had a bar and library in one,” Trinity said. She shook her head and her wavy, black hair moved gently. She was just so damn naturally seductive. I wanted to see more.
“Did you even know how to find the library?” Brynn asked.
“Probably as much as I would have if I’d gone to college,” Hunter said. “Well, let’s go.”
It took us nearly two hours to get seated and I enjoyed every bit of the time I had standing next to Trinity, talking with her, and feeling her energy. As we slid into the leather booth I could only think of one thing: I wanted to have sex with her. Maybe it was true, men did have one track minds when it came to hot, alluring women and sex. So be it, throw me into that stereotype; I gladly accept.
Talking with Trinity was so damn funny. She had a smart-ass response to just about everything and gave her laughter freely.
“What’s the most unique thing someone’s ever tossed at you during a concert?” Trinity asked me.
“There’s been some crazy stuff, but one that surprised me a bit was when a fan tossed a condom with my name up on stage. It was out of the package and her name was written on a piece of paper that was secured to it with a pin. It was poked right through the tip.”
“It’s a good thing that you’re little fellas probably aren’t smart enough to make it through those holes, “ Trinity said, laughing and taking a sip of her beer.
“Ouch!” I said.
“Ouch would have been if that pin was through the condom with you in it,” she replied.
I started laughing. She was so damn funny and witty. The two of us fed off each other and when we got going, everything else seemed to be blocked out.
Gauge spoke up, breaking the trance. “I’m ready to get out of here, long day tomorrow,” he said.
“Me too, deadline,” Brynn added. “Are you going to come with me, Trin, or do something else?”
“I’d rather do something else,” Trinity said boldly. She turned to me. “If you’re up for it, of course.”
“I’m up for anything,” I replied.
“You two are something,” Brynn said. “If tonight is any indicator of things to come, your chemistry on the video set shouldn’t be a problem.”
“That’s definitely important,” I said, staring at Trinity’s sparkling, mischievous eyes. “We’ll call this professional research.”
“To having the hottest, most sizzle-icious music video energy ever,” Trinity said, raising her beer up in the air. I raised my bottle and the neck’s of our beer touched gently and we took a sip. It went down smoothly. Too smoothly. I was ready for something a little bit rough.
Chapter Three:
The Art of Aggression
“Well, here we are,” I said to Hunter, looking into his dark brown eyes and seeing an animal inside of them, a man who was willing to go the distance, maybe lose control.
“Indeed,” he replied. “What would you like to do?”
“Well, we could hang out here if you like, or maybe go to a club. Any ideas?”
“I’ve had enough of the Library Bar or a night. Let’s get out of here.”
“It’s a deal.”
Our bill paid and set to go, we made our way out of the restaurant and stood outside on the sidewalk in the warm, LA air. Why did I stay in the Twin Cities and deal with the nasty winters when I could have this type of environment? Brain freeze, maybe.
“I’ll get us a cab,” Hunter said.
“Where we going to head to?”
“Maybe Boulevard3.”
“Let’s go, show me what you got, rock star.”
“It’s you that should show me your moves. After all, the video is going to give you some exposure.”
“And thank you for that, by the way. It was pretty cool that you thought of me. When can I hear the track?”
“I couldn’t not think of you. You have the exact sort of personality and energy the song demands. No one else would have worked. And as for the track, Chaz likes to keep things confidential until the last possible moment. He’ll get it to you soon.”
I glanced at Hunter through the corner of my eyes, finding his comments to be a bit odd. First, not hearing the song was strange. Why? And second, he seemed like he was really into me, which was suspicious. The thought only lasted briefly, though, because I had more fun things on my mind than verbal analysis. He was a rock star, he was supposed to be a little strange.
Hunter stepped to the curb to hail a taxi, his curly shoulder length hair rippling in the wind, catching the moonlight under the nighttime sky. When he looked like that, I could let just about any odd remark slide.
We slid into the cab and I crossed my legs, angling my body toward his. While he gave directions, I took another moment to appreciate him physically. He was a fine specimen of a man. He was fit, good looking, a bit rugged, and basically yummy looking. Kind of like a shot of Fireball, shocking and energizing all in one.
“It’s a good break that you were available for the job,” Hunter said out of nowhere.
“I suppose so. I’ve always wanted to work on something like this. I’m excited. What’s the general storyline of the song and video?”
“It’s kind of hard to explain. We can dive into all of that on Monday when we start. For now, let’s have some fun. No business, just pleasure.”
“I happen to be a master of pleasure,” I said as I met Hunter’s gaze. His eyes were smoldering, almost smothering me with their desire. The air was thick—sexy hot thick.
“My apartment is on the way to the club. Want to take a detour and see it? I could probably use a bit of decorating advice.”
“Decorating advice?” I raised my eyebrows at him.“You’re inviting me to see it for decorating advice? Too bad, I thought you were a bit bolder than that.”
“Okay, you busted me. I’m taking a nude drawing class and am luring you to my apartment so you can be my model,” Hunter said.
I was watching as he spoke. He was so matter-of-fact that I almost wanted to believe him. Instead, I laughed. A few seconds later, he did, too.
“So, are you a pick-up line mast
er, Hunter?”
“Nope, not any more. No need to be,” he replied.
“Used to getting what you want, huh?”
“Just like you. I think we have a lot in common,” Hunter said playfully. Then I saw him look at my chest and then he looked back at me, blushing at me catching him so blatantly staring at my chest. “You’re really beautiful,” he said.
“Thanks,” I said. He was a bit embarrassed and covering up. Kinda sweet. Although, I had to admit, they were one of my more outstanding features. Then I wanted to get bold and push his buttons a bit. “You’re looking at me like you’ve never seen a chest before.”
“Not like that. Do you mind me being bold?” Hunter asked.
“I don’t mind,” I replied, instantly curious.
“Are they real?”
“What’s your guess?”
“They look real but you’re so petite.”
“Maybe you’ll just have to find out for yourself,” I countered playfully. If we were going to go with the suggestive talk, I might as well go full out. It had been long enough since I’d had any action, and a guy like Hunter promised to be a fun adventure. As for my chest, it was the topic of many conversations throughout my life because it was a healthy size in comparison to the rest of me. Truthfully, it was the one physical trait I’d inherited from my mother’s side that I was thankful for. My mom had the huge breasts, too, but she also had a pretty big butt and the hips to go along with it. Dad’s frame, mom’s chest. Thank you for being kind to me, DNA.
I could hardly wait to get inside Hunter’s apartment, which was substantially more beatnik than Gauge’s. There were things strewn everywhere and he was very casual with what he had. I saw an ashtray with a half-dozen cigarette butts in it on a black-glass coffee table, a large couch with thick chains for legs, which only accented its black leather cushion and backrest, and a stack of newspapers in the corner. “It’s a bit messy. The cleaning lady doesn’t come until tomorrow.”
“Cleaning lady?”
“Why not? I’d rather have a cleaning lady and a smaller place than clean a huge apartment myself. No thanks. I can think of a lot better things to do with my time; one of them standing in front of me at this very moment.”
I leaned back against the backside of his couch and stared at him. He walked up to me, not hesitating or looking awkward like when he’d first seen me that night, and put his hands on my hips, leaned in and kissed my neck, then blew warm breath along my throat.
OMG. That felt incredible! I felt my stomach do a flip, the hairs on my head even tingled. Indeed, Every part of me confirmed that his touch was one of those that had the ability to jolt me straight into desire mode.
I was glad that I still had my hands braced on the back of the couch because it was an exhilarating, tantalizing experience as Hunter removed necklace after necklace, sliding some over my head and opening the clasps on the other ones without faltering, letting the chains slither along my collar bones. Experience with clasps he couldn’t see—I guess that was expected of a rock star. But having an empty pewter bowl to lay my necklaces in? Totally unexpected.
This little strip tease was so slow and patient that it was driving me crazy. I couldn’t stand it, and I wanted more. I needed fast and furious.
Moving my hands to the front of Hunter’s pants, I pressed my palm against his jeans and felt his excitement, and I appreciated the level of it, too. He stopped what he’d been doing and we locked eyes. Yeah, I didn’t need to look down to unbuckle his belt either. I went exploring to see what was waiting to burst through his jeans once I sprung him. Wow, commando, I thought. So damn hot.
Game on. I slid his pants down, going to my knees and feeling his hard-on press against my chest, making my nipples tighten and my mouth water in eager anticipation. I had to feel it.
With no warning, I went down on him and took him whole, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he felt mine on him. It was brilliant. I kept going, feeling myself growing wetter and my energy levels skyrocketing as I teased him, continuously stopping short every time I could tell he was getting ready to have an orgasm. Nope, not time yet, I thought, shaking my head slowly at him when he protested.
“You wicked temptress,” he gasped out and I decided it was time for a bit more of a show.
I stood up and wrapped my hands around my waist, lifting up my tank top and revealing my black, sheer lace bra.
“I can take it from here,” Hunter said. He undid the clasp and put his hands on my breasts, squeezing them and kneading them with aggressive appreciation. I couldn’t help it—I moaned and pressed against his hands. I loved it when a man showed how much he desired me. Hunter Martinez definitely desired me.
He grabbed my hand and guided me to his bedroom, where we both finished undressing as quickly as we could and met on the bed. I had to hurry because I didn’t want to wait. I was demanding and expectant, wanting to spoil myself with his incredible body.
I shoved him backward and straddled on the top of him, lifting myself up just enough so I could take in his very animated, lively cock. As I slid home, going as slowly and seductively as a stripper might move down a stripper pole, he closed his eyes and prepared himself for the ride.
Every move I made hit a sweet spot in me that could only be reached by being on top, riding a guy with a well endowed unit. My hips swayed back and forth, up and down, and even swiveled a bit now and again. I didn’t think he could get any harder, but fuck yes, he did. I slowly slid off of him, just so I could see the entire length of him, so I could watch every last inch of him straining for me. I hovered above him, the tip of his cock pressed against my clit, sending tingling waves up my spine, and laughed as he squirmed beneath me, trying to get back inside. Finally I shifted just enough. He took the hint and plunged back inside of me. I couldn’t help but moan again, already so close to coming myself.
I was never one to beat around the bush, to leave my orgasm up to chance from the skills of the deliverer, whether a man or manmade device. I sat up enough to get my hands free. With my left, I reached back to cup his balls, squeezing just hard enough to make him suck in a sharp breath. With my right, I gave his face a gentle slap. Just enough to get his attention.“Come,” I demanded. He looked at me, defiance in his eyes..
“After you,” he said.
“Come,” I repeated, euphoria surging from being bossy and demanding, my command working on myself, too. I didn’t want him to know how close I was from my words, but of course, it wouldn’t be hard to tell from how wet I was, the two of us slick everywhere we touched. I was primed up and I was nearing the point where I would not be able to hold back the orgasm that I longed for.
Hunter showed me that he liked to make demands, too. He reached up and squeezed my nipples in his fingertips, sending the slightest zing of pain through me, like the delicious bit of paprika that added the extra bit of zip to a dish. I must’ve moaned because a satisfied grin spread across his face. He knew he had me.
I moved harder and more forcefully, using every bit of cardio training I’d ever had to go the distance. I kept going and going, not tiring, and feeling hotter by the second My hair was sticking to my face and to my back, but I was on fire, unable to stop what I was doing and feeling like my O might be so big that my entire body would explode, not just my loins.
“Oh no,” Hunter gasped as he bucked beneath me. I didn’t have to look at him to know what happened.
“That’s right,” I said. “Come!” and it was the catalyst for me to give myself permission to release, too.
I was still straddling Hunter, still pulsing around him, enjoying the view as I looked down at him. His hair was wild, too, and his 5:00 shadow was a complete turn-on, much more preferable to a clean shaven face, in my opinion.
“Wow,” I finally said. I reached down and casually ran my deep red fingernail along a small scar that Hunter had on his chest. “Wow,” I repeated.
He took my hand and squeezed it. “Well played, Trinity Vanders.”
/> “Thank you. I love to win, in case you couldn’t tell.”
“And here I thought we both won,” he smiled.“You might’ve gotten me to go first for round one, but you won’t for the others.”
“Others?” I asked. Then I found out what he meant. The game was on and I was embarking on a sexual Olympics that was going to put me to the test. Well, I was up for the challenge. We hit every room and found innovative ways to use those appliances that I’d never used in my appliance to amp up our creativity. They were props for lifting our legs up and arching our bodies in odd ways while we maximized our angles to enjoy each thrust to its fullest potential. It was like Kitchen Kama Sutra. Ah yes, this was a much better use for appliances, I thought.
For the remainder of the night, I mean, morning, Hunter and I were relentless, only stopping for a drink of water and some occasional banter. However, for the most part, our bodies did the talking. I’d never met someone who was so fearless in trying to appease my rather ravenous sexual appetite.
I’m not sure what the hour was, but I noticed that there was a soft glow as we entered the bedroom, our final destination. Unable to win, and at a tie, we decided to keep it that way and save the battle for another day.
“Trinity, wake up, you’ve got a call,” Hunter whispered into my ear, sending goosebumps down my arms.
I looked at him through exhausted, squinting eyes, and didn’t process at first. How could he look so hot after practically zero sleep? “Huh?” I groaned.
He held his cellphone out to me. “Not a morning person, I guess. Brynn is on the phone. She left messages on yours and now she’s calling mine.”
“Oh, sorry.” I reached for the phone. “Hello, Brynn.”
“Are you okay?” Brynn asked. I knew the tone, curious and also a bit worried.
“I’m fine. Why are you calling?”
“Well, you never came back to the apartment and you’re not answering your phone.”
“Didn’t you stay at Gauge’s?”
“No. I forgot to give you a key so we stayed here. Just about killed him,” Brynn said, giving a little chuckle. Then she giggled.