by Jade Stone
I suddenly found a bad curiosity to look in Clare’s bedroom. Just the fact that she shared Gabe’s blood now made her far more interesting.
I opened the door to her room. Her bedroom resembled the living room after one of her film binges, the bed was unmade and covered with clothes and empty food packets. So was the floor. There were even clothes hanging over the lamp. I went into her ensuite bathroom, which was just as disgusting. All the towels on the floor created a gross stench of dampness. But I was very curious about her shower. She had mentioned to me she had a neon shower head that gleamed red, blue and green when she used it. I turned off the light, and turned on the shower. As soon as the water started to run the room was filled with a soft blue glow. I had no doubt Gabe would use this shower. I could see earlier that he worked out, his pecs stuck out and his biceps had tightened under his shirt as I watched him clean up the mess in the living room. My breath started to quicken as I imagined him in here, the water splashing all over his hard naked muscular body. The steam began to rise. The wetness between my legs returned. As if on cue the light turned red, reflecting the hot blood now pounding between my thighs as I imagined being in this shower with Gabe, caressing me in the steam, as the water and soft light washed over us.
I was very tempted to actually get in, but I quickly turned the shower off instead. It would just be my luck that Clare might have forgotten something and would come back unexpectedly. I exited her room, closing the door behind me.
I didn’t see much of Gabe over the next couple of days; I was attending class and he was out catching up with old friends. But he was home each evening to have a meal with Clare. He was always friendly and asked me lots of questions about myself, something most guys I’d dated didn’t do. It did feel as though there could be something between us, but it was still hard to tell. Each night he would excuse himself to use the shower, which would distract me from anything I was doing. I was very pleased when I overheard him tell Clare he had cleaned up her bathroom, he couldn’t stand the state of it. At least I could now imagine myself in there with him without those old towels on the floor, ruining the atmosphere.
The day was coming when I knew he would be leaving. And I had decided I was going to tell him how I felt. I just hoped an opportunity would present itself where I could do so, I was counting on Clare being at her boyfriend’s one night of the weekend. I was right, Clare left after dinner on Saturday to go to her boyfriend’s.
Gabe put on Lord of the Rings after she left, and invited me to join him on the couch. I was glad the movie was playing, and that he was very enthusiastic about pointing out every scene that featured something he had worked on, because I had the worst case of cotton mouth imaginable. I didn’t really hear much of what he was saying. I am not really a Lord of the Rings fan, and I was very distracted. The movie finally finished, and he poured us both a glass of wine.
“What type of movies do you like?” he asked me.
As I had been studying for over three years, I had barely watched anything during that time, so I could only think of ones I had seen when I was still in my mid-teens.
“Um, I really like films like Basic Instinct, Wild Things, and Cruel Intentions. That type of thing,” I replied.
“Really? Why do you like those films?” he asked.
“I like thrillers.”
“There’s a lot of sex in those films,” he stated, slowly.
My heart skipped a beat at hearing him use the word ‘sex’, I hadn’t even thought of that when I’d rattled off those titles.
“Is that why you like them?” he asked.
His eyes were boring into mine, but I didn’t want to assume anything. Yet, I had never felt more sexual in my life. I stared straight back at him. I wanted this conversation to lead further on the subject.... hopefully beyond the subject....
“It could be,” I replied.
“They all feature women having sex with other women, or at least making out with women. What do you like? Men or women? Or both?”
I raised my arm to the top of the couch, letting the wine swirl around in my glass.
“Just men,” I replied, crossing my leg toward him.
I saw him eyeing my bare leg; I was wearing my black lycra shorts and a tight white singlet, even though I hadn’t been for a run that day.
“Ever been with a woman?” he asked huskily.
“No,” I replied.
“Ever wanted to?”
“Not so far.”
I could now feel the air had completely changed between us, the sexual tension was so strong, I was no longer aware of anything else.
“What about you?” I finally asked him huskily.
“Just girls,” he replied. “Women.”
I waited for him to make a move, but he didn’t.
“So what’s your favourite sex scene in those movies?” he asked me.
“Matt Dillon pouring champagne over Denise Richards breasts,” I said. “Then licking it off...”
He smiled at me, raising his glass to his lips.
“What else?” he asked.
I had to think for a moment, which was a bit difficult. He still wasn’t taking his eyes off me.
“I really like the scene in The Specialist where Sharon Stone gets fucked by Sylvestor Stallone in the shower.”
“I see,” he said quietly.
“What about you?” I asked.
I could see him thinking. I could feel the wetness seeping between my thighs at the thought of where this might go.
“I have to admit, I really like that scene as well,” he finally replied. “Along with Matt and Denise and that bottle of champagne.”
By now I could hear his breath had really started to quicken, which was matching my own. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was just about to lean over and kiss him, when he spoke again.
“What do you think of the wine?”
His eyes were burning into mine again. My mind wasn’t on the wine.
“It’s good,” I replied huskily. “Pinot gris?”
“It is. Ever tasted it out of the glass?” he asked.
“How do you mean?”
He slowly picked up the wine bottle, and brought it toward me. I was still holding my almost empty glass in front of my chest. He stared into my eyes as he poured the wine. The wine kept flowing after it met the top of the glass, and began to spill over the brim. I slowly let the glass tip toward me, as he raised the bottle higher and it began to splash on my face. I threw my head back and caught the last few drops on my tongue. Gabe placed the bottle back on the coffee table then sat back, looking at the liquid that had landed all over on my chest, which was now completely soaked through my white singlet. The wine had been chilled, and my nipples had hardened from the cold. I could see he was impressed.
“It’s become very hot and sticky in here,” he began. “I really need a shower now.”
He winked at me as he rose from the couch, placing his empty wine glass on the coffee table. I watched him leave the room as he headed toward Clare’s ensuite.
He left her bedroom door open, and the bathroom door. He didn’t turn on the lights, and as I watched from the couch I heard the shower start up. The blue neon light shone through from the bathroom. It wasn’t long before steam started to emanate through to the bedroom. I was waiting for him to call me, but he didn’t. The blue light was beckoning me. I finally stood from the couch, and started walking toward it. It felt like the blue light had put me in a trance.
I reached the bathroom, but I didn’t go in.
“Gabe?” I croaked.
“Yes?” he replied.
“Clare borrowed some of my shampoo yesterday,” I lied. “I really need it back.”
“Well, you better come get it, then,” he said.
I stepped into the bathroom. By now the steam was swirling through the air, the mirror was completely covered in residue. I couldn’t see him clearly through the glass of the shower, only a dark muscular male figure amongst the steam. I fe
lt my heart beat even faster as I saw him turning around.
“Could you please pass me that towel?”
I don’t even remember getting the towel, I just remember the shower door opening, and his hand reaching for it, and his touch as he went to take it from me. I felt the towel drop to the floor between our fingers, as his fingers touched mine.
As if on cue, the light suddenly turned red. The heat exploded between my legs, and his hand pulled me forward. The hot water covered my face the same moment his lips covered mine, his tongue entering my mouth, rolling over my own. His raging hard cock bulged against me, pushing against my lycra shorts. My clothes were immediately drenched right through. His mouth dropped to my neck as he held me tightly in his amazing muscular arms, one hand tight on my ass, his mouth sucking on my neck so hard I cried out from both the pleasure and the pain. His mouth met mine again as he started to peel off my lycra singlet, pulling up my bra at the same time, making my tits pop out. He caressed my tits as he looked me deep in the eyes.
“I have wanted to do this with you since the moment you opened the front door,” he whispered.
“Me, too,” I whispered back, my mouth melting into his again.
His head dropped to my chest and he started to lick the wine off my tits.
“This wine tastes so much better than it did in the glass,” he whispered.
I reached down and grasped his cock in my hand, it was the biggest, hardest cock I had ever felt. It throbbed in my hand as I stroked him up and down. I felt his hands move back to my ass, he started peeling down my shorts. As I stepped out of them, his hand met my soaking wet pussy, and he easily slipped two fingers inside and fucked me hard. I gasped into his shoulder as my clit pressed against his palm, sliding along it as I grinded my hips. Soft moans escaped my mouth as I felt the flesh between my legs burn to a new degree against his hand, which was now so slippery from my wetness I could feel it start to drip down my legs. I gripped his cock harder as he released a moan of his own. I felt him remove his fingers from inside me; I looked up into his eyes, silently in angst from the sudden removal; I could feel my bud still throbbing, begging for his return. I saw his hand reach behind him, and he flicked the shower tap. I gasped as the water turned ice cold. He smiled at me, then thumbed my already rock hard nipples, which were now harder than ever from the blast of fresh cold water. He lowered his head, and took my nipple into his mouth again. I ran my hand through his thick black hair as he sucked harder until my entire breast was almost in his mouth.
He released my nipple and moved to the other, which was now also rock hard in anticipation. As my nipple met his tongue a shot of fire went through me and exploded between my legs, my bud throbbing so hard now I was aching.
“You have the most amazing tits,” he breathed.
He finally dropped to his knees. Knowing where he was going, my heart began to pound more blood downwards. He pulled my leg up over his shoulder, and clutching my ass with both hands, I felt his tongue sink into the silky wet flesh between my legs. My raging hot pussy melted into his mouth. I moaned loudly as his tongue separated my folds, soaking up my wetness, my fingers running through his thick wet hair. I threw my head back as his tongue worked my pussy, flicking all over it and diving in and out of me; I had never felt such pleasure in my life.
The cold water only seemed to enhance the heat that was raging through all my pink parts, especially where his mouth was. The neon light shone from red to green as he sucked on my clit, running his tongue over it in circular motions, making my back lurch forward and my head fall back. Just as I thought I was going to explode in his mouth, I gasped as the water turned hot again. Gabe got out from under my leg and came up to kiss me again. Normally I didn’t like a man kissing me when he had just been going down on me, but everything felt amazing with this man. The blue light washed over us with the spray of the water, the steam rising to the ceiling.
I had to taste his cock. I held him at the base and dropped to my knees. His cock got even harder in my hand as I held him steady, then I gently took him into my mouth. His cock was amazing. I ran my tongue all over his swollen head and took him all in, right down to the back of my throat. He moaned and pulsed in my mouth as I kept taking him in, flicking my tongue over and around his bulging head. The water from the shower rose spilled down my back as he ran his hand over my hair.
“You are incredible,” he breathed.
Then he grabbed my hair and pulled me up. His beautiful eyes boring into mine turned me on so much I couldn’t speak. But we both knew what we were going to do next. He took my shoulders and turned me around so he was now behind me, then gently pushed me against the glass of the shower. My hands were hard against the glass, and then I felt it, his cock entering me from behind. His cock filled me entirely, and then some, stretching me out. My lips quivered as his hands took my hips.
Gabe held me by the hips as he started to thrust into me. I gasped at the sensations as I moved with his rhythm, waves of pleasure washing over me. His hand moved up to my breast as the rhythm got faster and harder, harder and faster, we started to get louder with our moans. I did briefly wonder what his sister would think if she came back early and heard us, but neither of us cared. My pussy swallowed Gabe’s cock deep inside me and gripped around it as it slid in and out. I felt his hand slide down from my hip to my pussy, and his finger met my clit. I clenched his dick hard as he massaged my clit and thumbed my nipple. I could feel myself starting to climax, my knees began to shake. He pressed my clit harder and held my waist steady with the other hand as I started to spasm. My head flew back and met his shoulder as he moaned softly into the side of my neck.
Then I felt the blast of cold water again, and we were engulfed in a blue light. This tipped us both over the edge. He wrapped both arms around my waist as he exploded inside me, making me come two seconds later. My pussy convulsed around his shuddering cock, his balls convulsing against the back of my thighs. We both stayed still for a few seconds, my body still tremoring from the incredible orgasm he had just given me. He finally pulled out and leaned against the glass on the opposite side of the shower, trying to catch his breath. As he turned the water to a warmer temperature I turned my head and faced him, the light turned green as he pulled me into his arms. I could’ve stood there forever, as the water and beautiful lights washed over us.
“Is this what they call the long kiss goodnight?” I asked him.
“Could be. But I hope it’s not the last,” he replied.
“What are you doing tomorrow?” I asked him softly.
“Hanging out with you.”
“What shall we do?”
He kept holding me, his hand stroking my back.
“We could watch another movie?”
“Which one?” I asked.
“Hmm, I’ve got water on my mind. How about Singing in the Rain?”
I laughed. I didn’t know anything about that film except that it was really old.
“Are there any wet scenes in it like this one?”
“Uh, not really...” he replied, laughing. “Maybe we should stick to thrillers. I’d like to see Wild Things again.”
“I might need a shower first,” I replied.
“I think I will as well,” he laughed. “A long one!”
We both laughed, and he kissed me deeply.
I did hang out with him the next day, and we did have another amazing shower together. But after he went with his sister to New Jersey for their mom’s fiftieth birthday. I never saw him again. He sent me an email after he returned to New Zealand, saying he loved our time together but he’d got back together with his ex. Two months later Clare told me she was going to their wedding. Clare moved out not long after to live with her boyfriend, and I never saw her again either.
A few weeks later I got back with Mike. We were able to work out our differences, and then we married as well. As painful as our separation was, it needed to happen. But we both grew and learned a lot of things about ourselves while we were
apart.
And I certainly enjoyed what I learned about showers and neon lights.
Lullaby Baby
What is it about a musician that is so powerfully alluring? What other man can cause women to faint at the mere sight of them in person, overcome with lust?
They say men are turned on by what they see, women are turned on by what they hear. That’s why the snake spoke to Eve in the Garden of Eden; he knew the power of words over a woman.
I can hear my husband singing, his rich tenor voice flowing out of the open windows of our house, through the leaves of the trees as I lie here by the fishpond, almost naked apart from my black see-through silk gown.
I was told my marriage would never last, and maybe it won’t. I am married to one of the most desired men in the world. Maybe eventually he will tire of me, or I of him, and if that happens, I will not stay or make him stay, such a thing cannot be forced. But for now, here I am, and here we are, and we crave each other now just as much as we did when we met eight years ago.
I don’t think he knows I’m home. He’s just returned from four months straight on tour, and I told him I’d be out meeting my editor, but she was sick today and our meeting was cancelled. What an odd couple we must appear to others, one of the world’s biggest rock stars, married to a bestselling author of suspense crime novels.
But writing is writing, and that is how we bonded. I fell in love with his words before I met him, and he fell in love with mine before he met me. When we finally met at a charity ball, it was love at first sight.
Daniel is thirty-seven now, five years older than I. It’s amazing we’re both still alive. When we met, there was another thing that bonded us, our love of drugs, especially cocaine. And we would sniff it up together like there was no tomorrow, then fuck and fuck and fuck like there was no tomorrow. But when you mix cocaine with everything else, like we were doing, eventually there will be no tomorrow. We both overdosed and almost didn’t make it.