by Roxy Wynn
But tonight wasn’t a regular situation.
Tonight I would make Jeffrey Jaxon mine, and I was dressed to kill.
Sarah and Bailey helped me put together the outfit at the mall earlier. While Sarah picked the dress for the boobs, Bailey just pointed at the dress saying ‘blue’ over and over.
I figured if it was striking enough to catch the eye of a three-year-old, then it would definitely catch the eye of a celebrity.
As I walked to Jeff’s door, for the first time in a long time, I felt sexy. Between the killer dress, the full leg shave, and the sexy panties, I was confident ready for anything.
What I was not ready for was how fucking good he looked when he greeted me at the door. I mean, I knew he would be on his A game, I just didn’t know exactly what that might entail until I saw the tight fit pants and white t-shirt, bulging from his biceps.
He looked like he was one flex away from bursting out of his clothes. If that was his plan, then I would happily make him flex, repeatedly.
“Welcome,” he said, grabbing my hand and leading me into his house.
I nearly tripped as I walked into his entryway. My shoes were exquisite, but as a tall girl, I had never mastered the art of walking in them. My usual girl outfit consisted of flats. Luckily, he caught me with a quick arm around my waist to set me back on my feet. A quick arm that lingered around my midsection, holding me close.
“You ok?” I could smell the bitter sweet scent of wine on his lips.
“Yeah, I just don’t wear these shoes a lot. Thank you,” I said.
He stepped back and looked at me. “First things first, is your phone off?”
I smiled at him. “Yes. I even left it in the car just for you.”
“You did?” He gestured for me to walk into the kitchen. “I’ll take that as a huge compliment.”
“I did.” On my second walk through, everything in his house looked a little more romantic. The lights were dimmed, there was music playing, and the smell of meat cooking was mouthwatering. My stomach rumbled in anticipation.
“What are we having for dinner?” I asked. I was trying to keep myself occupied, so I didn’t try to rip his clothes off too soon.
He looked my body up and down with appreciation. “Beef Bourguignon, but it still has a while longer to cook. I have baked Camembert cheese to snack on in the meantime.”
Ok, now I really was salivating. “Wow, you weren’t kidding, you do know your stuff.”
“Well, I know some stuff. The Bourguignon is a mom recipe. Or rather, a mom interpretation of a Julia Child recipe.”
“Sounds like your mom learned from the best,” I said. He gestured for me to sit at the tall stool at his kitchen island where he presented me with the most beautiful cheese and meat board I had ever seen.
Is it too early to say I love you?
“Jeff, this is a gorgeous spread. How long did it take you to put this together?”
“Not too long. I am fortunate enough to have an assistant I could give my shopping list to while I was filming the world’s most awkward love scene.” He laughed before taking a small cracker and slathering it in melted cheese and fig jam.
“Awkward how?” I took another sip of the wine I had commandeered while enjoying our flirty banter.
“Awkward as in, it wasn’t you.”
“That was awkward?”
“Yes. You turned me into a sex crazed animal the other night and then left before we got things going. I’ve been walking around with a hard on for the past three days because of you.”
Every word he spoke sent an electrical pulse straight to my clit. I didn’t just want his body, but I also wanted his sexy words and playful attitude.
And his cheese plate. The man had every base covered.
“And that didn’t work for your love scene?” I asked playfully.
“No. Wearing a dick shield is uncomfortable. And besides, being naked in a room full of guys with cameras while you have a boner is never a pleasurable thing.”
“I’m sorry I put you in such an uncomfortable predicament. Maybe I could make it up to you?”
I stood up from my stool and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. Jeff was a tall man, and I loved how small he made me feel, even when I was wearing heels. Gazing into my eyes, he pressed a soft kiss on my lips. When he pulled his head back I needed more. My heart pounded in my chest, and before I knew it, I was the one kissing him.
As if afraid I might vanish again, he grabbed my body and pressed into it holding me tight. Every insecurity I had vanished the moment his hands roamed my body. At first they were in my short blonde locks while kissing me, and before I knew it, he slipped them to my ass and lifted me on to the table.
Sure, the baked Camembert looked good, but I was more interested in getting him out of those constricting pants he was wearing.
While his hands ran down the front of my dress to grope my breasts, teasing them, I scratched my fingers down his back and wrapped my legs around his hips.
I wanted him as close to me as possible.
He kissed down the side of my neck while his hands searched my body for a way to get me out of my dress. I didn’t mind as he kept accidentally on purpose brushing my nipples, making them stand up stiffly against the fabric. If he kept this up, I would definitely come before the main course was served.
“Here,” I giggled in his ear, revealing the tie on the side of the wrap dress.
Frantically, he ripped at it, pulling the fabric away until my body was on display. This was it, my moment to panic. I was totally exposed and vulnerable to Jeff. Every fat spot and stretch mark screamed from within my brain.
“God, you’re sexy,” he whispered in my ear. The brush of warm air on my skin made my hair stand on end. Pulling him close to me again, I hugged him close.
I felt safe. And I felt sexy. It was wonderful.
I was torn on if I wanted him to just fuck me hard right on his counter top, or if I wanted him to take his time with me. From the hungry look in his eyes, he was having the same crisis. When he pushed his hardness against me again, I nipped his earlobe and moaned. Kissing a line down my neck and taking his time down my chest, he found my nipple through my bra and nipped it with his teeth.
Part of me wondered if the front of his pants were wet from grinding his cock against my panties. From the moment I walked in the door, I was soaked.
“Let’s get you out of these pants,” I said. I couldn’t wait another minute for him to fuck me, and if this was how we did it, next to a cheese board, then I would be a very happy girl. Instead, he brushed my hands away from his pants and gestured for me to lay back.
Not one to argue, I did as he wanted. Stretching out, he ran his hands down the length of my torso once more, not stopping until he reached the top of my pink lace panties.
He pulled the bench up and sat himself down in front of my spread legs. I had never been this open and vulnerable before, but Jeff was unfazed. Barely touching the fabric, he ran his finger down the dark wet patch of my panties. I moaned, I couldn’t help it. When he went in a second time, he slid the fabric to the side and caressed my most sensitive area. He showed me his wet finger before placing it into his mouth and sucking off the juices.
“Can I take these off?” he asked. His lips, inches from my pussy. His fiery breath between my thighs alone brought me to the edge of an orgasm.
“Yes please.” I wanted to help, but he brushed my hand away before I could. Dragging my panties down my legs, he dropped to the floor.
The anticipation was maddening as he ran his fingers up the inside of my thighs. Was he punishing me for the other night? Was this what blue balls felt like? Just when I thought I would start begging, I felt his tongue run up my slick entrance. He was gentle, but it felt amazing. Taking his time, his tongue explored my labia and when it just barely touched my clit, I moaned. My body trembled.
Thank god for Brazilian waxes.
“Jax…” I said with my hands threaded into h
is hair.
Keeping with a slow, steady rhythm with his tongue, he reached his hands up my breasts and squeezed.
“You taste good.” He whispered the words across my skin. I moaned again, unable to stop myself. He was torturing me with his mouth. Teasing me with every flick of his tongue. He kept a perfect rhythm, and when my thighs started pulsing, he sped up to match my thrusts.
I arched my back again on the table as I called out his name in a breathless gasp. I felt like I was melting in his arms.
Relentless, he was flicking my clit with his tongue like a champion, but it was when I felt his fingers slide into my pussy and start pumping that I was really driven over the edge. Suddenly, I lost myself in the overwhelming bliss of the rhythm. I could feel myself pulsing around his fingers and I lost myself to the orgasm.
What I said before about getting fucked on the table next to cheese? That was nothing.
A man who knew his way around a clitoris? Now that was heaven.
Chapter Twenty
Jax
This woman drives me insane.
From the softness of her lips, to the sound of her voice, to the perfect hourglass shape of her body, I was smitten.
When she called out my name as she came, I knew she had it just as bad.
“Do all dinners with you start out with appetizers like that?” She asked, panting. I continued to kiss her thighs, reveling in her juices before answering.
“No,” I smiled. “Just ones with gorgeous women that I can’t stop thinking about.”
“You are good Jeffrey Jaxon, I will give you that.”
She took my offered hand, and I helped her up into a sitting position. The color was high in her cheeks, and her hair was a mess, but I had never seen a woman look more beautiful.
With a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, she leaned back and pulled me close with her legs. “I’m not done with you yet,” she said. Her eyes locked on my throbbing erection. “Come here.”
She reached down and teased me with a very gentle touch of her hand. I knew the head of my cock was covered in pre-cum, just waiting for a release, and I growled with anticipation. “Well aren’t you a big boy?” she whispered in my ear.
“Chrissy, if I don’t fuck you right this second, I will explode.”
She leaned back again, her natural playful attitude dying to get out. “What, you don’t want to nibble on more Camembert first? Maybe a glass of wine?”
The twinkle in her eyes while she teased me drove me mad. I bent down again and unleashed one of those gorgeous breasts from her bra. Sucking it into my mouth, flicking the stiff nipple back and forth with my tongue.
“We can wait,” I said. “But I have all the appetizers I need right here.” To drive the point home, I nipped at her with my teeth until she squealed.
“Oh God, yes,” she cried.
I let her unbuckle my pants and drop them to the floor while I removed my shirt and then lowered my boxer briefs.
She licked her lips again. “Very nice.”
“Are you ready for this?” I asked.
She wrapped her hand around the back of my neck and stared at me with those big, blue eyes. “If you don’t fuck me right this second, I’m going to take this cheese plate and leave.”
“Well we can’t have that.” I guided myself to her slick opening, tracing the line with the tip of my cock. She was so wet I knew I would glide in easily.
We kissed while I penetrated her nice and slow. Her pussy was slippery and warm, and I let out a groan when I entered her. I wanted to tease her and just give her the tip until she screamed my name, but I couldn’t help myself. She was a magnet drawing me inside and I had to thrust into her until I was all the way in.
I’ve had trouble with past lovers and the size of my cock. While I look great on billboards, some women are uncomfortable with my size at first. I didn’t want to ride Chrissy too hard, I wanted her to set the pace.
“You feel so good,” she was panting again, and I never wanted her to stop. The delicious friction between us had brought me to the edge. It was taking all of my effort to keep from coming immediately. My balls were aching for a release, but I held steady.
Chrissy was meeting me thrust for thrust with her strong thighs, angling her hips to meet my cock as I fucked her on my kitchen island. Every time she moaned in my ear, I felt closer and closer to the edge of losing myself in her body. I wanted to hold back to avoid hurting her, but her fucking pussy felt too good.
I could tell she was close when her pussy started to throb around my cock. Its velvet covered walls kept pulsing and sucking me back in each time I pulled away. She had her head back with her eyes closed while I nibbled on her earlobe, enjoying every moment.
I had one hand caressing her left nipple, while the other slid down her delicious, soft body to stroke her clit. She squirmed and moaned into my ear again.
“Yes, yes, that’s it, right there….”
Speeding up, her hot, wet body sucked me in again. Before I knew it, she was coming hard, only this time on my cock. It took everything I had not to let go right then, instead I watched her as she let go completely.
When she caught her breath again, I kissed her lips and pulled out to turn her around. Sensing what I wanted, she spread her legs while looking back at me. She was biting her bottom lip and at that moment, I knew I had never wanted a woman as badly as I wanted Chrissy Hayes.
Her eyes, her lips, her body. I was a man on a mission.
When she pushed that gorgeous ass out at me, I grabbed her by the hips and entered her once more, this time not holding anything back. She leaned forward to let me slide all the way in, and at once my balls tightened. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer.
Pounding her from behind, my hands went to her tits, kneading them and pinching her nipples while I bit down on the back of her neck. She was taking my entire length like a champion.
I thrust into her over and over, enjoying every second of the ride, grunting and moaning with her. Just as I was about I was about to lose my mind, she turned her head and panted. “Rub my clit again. Quick!”
Not wanting to let her down, I braced one hand on the counter while the other stroked her clit. I gave her the same rhythm I knew she loved, and before I knew it, her pussy started to tighten again. This time I lost it. She leaned her head down, body stiff, as she braced herself with her hands. I pulled back before driving in one last time, as deep as I could go and with it gave one last primal groan. My body shuddered at the release of the orgasm as it ripped through me.
I howled like an animal when I came inside of her. We were both panting and moaning, and I had never felt so good in my life. I pumped gently a few more times while we came down and then pulled out.
Spent.
I wrapped my arms around her and turned her around so I could kiss her. “Was it worth the wait?” I asked with a smile.
“Hell yeah,” she said.
She nuzzled her face into my neck and hugged me again, her body warm and inviting. I could fall in love with those curves.
It had been so long since I had felt this strongly about a woman, and I didn’t want to fuck it up. We had just had the most amazing, passionate sex, and I wanted to cherish her. Treat her like the amazing woman she was. I brushed the hair from her eyes and kissed her again.
“Thank you for coming over,” I whispered.
“My pleasure.” She was trembling and I could tell she was spent. Three orgasms would do that to a woman.
“So, do I need to provide Beef Bourguignon for that to happen every time you come over?”
“No,” she smiled. “The Camembert is all I really require to put out, the rest is just a bonus.” She winked then as she scooped a big hunk of melty cheese onto a cracker and devoured it.
Yes, I am definitely in love.
Chapter Twenty-One
Chrissy
The next morning I woke in a tangle of bed sheets completely naked; my body, sore and trembly in all the ri
ght spots. At some point in the night, I woke to his erection pressing firmly against my ass while he played with my hair, and we had another quickie before falling asleep again.
He was such a wonderful enigma. On set he seemed almost stern and serious, but when it was just the two of us, he was a big teddy bear.
I lay there for a few moments, reveling in a night of amazing sex, when the smell of bacon hit me. Like an alarm clock, I was awake and ready to go. Excited for more of his delicious food, I rummaged on the floor and found my panties, but no dress. It was probably still on the kitchen floor where we left it after peeling it off of me.
I hope this isn’t a fluke, and he’s actually a good guy. I can’t take another failed relationship. If this was what it was like to be with a real man and not a college boy, then sign me up.
No one had ever made me come like that before and I wanted more of it.
All.
The.
Time.
After some searching, I found a white button down and threw it on. I couldn’t button it over my breasts, but I didn’t need to. I let it stay open to entice him. The fabric was sheer, and my nipples were very much visible. Deciding it was fine, I strutted into the kitchen.
“Is the Beef Bourguignon ready yet?” I asked. Though it was intended to be last night’s main course, we ended up only having a few nibbles before tossing it in the fridge.
His head perked up, and he beamed at me. Inside, I melted into a puddle.
“Just three or four more hours,” he joked. “But I do have coffee and bacon. I thought we could snack on that and have the Bourguignon for lunch.”
“That’s an amazing plan.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him kiss me all over. A part of me felt like he was made specifically for me. Somehow he knew exactly what spots I needed him to touch at all times.