Take Me To The Beach

by K. L. Grayson, Karina Halle, A. L. Jackson, Marni Mann, Monica Murphy, Devney Perry, Kristen Proby, Rachel Van Dyken

  Brett was only trying to make me feel better, and it helped, but I had loved Abel so much, I never cared about what roles he got or how well he did. But I was sure that was something Abel had cared about. He was so competitive. If I compared the movies I’d landed and the contracts I’d signed, I would always win. And I was sure that had bothered him.

  The waitress stopped by our table with several plates.

  Before she could set them down, Brett stopped her with, “Change of plans. Can we get these wrapped up, so we can take them to go?”

  “No problem, Brett.”

  He waited until we were alone again to say, “We’re going to continue this date on the plane.”

  “I—”

  “Don’t fight me on this. This is your night, and we’re going to celebrate.”

  Brett

  We’d already finished our dinner on the plane, and we were relaxing on the couch, watching a movie, when Max boarded.

  He wasn’t inside more than a few steps when his hands went in the air, and he said, “I didn’t know you guys were eating there. I should have asked before I went. That was fucking stupid of me.”

  I looked at James. She had a blanket up to her neck, and her legs were resting over mine. When we’d returned to the plane with our food, we’d had a long talk about Ralph and the events she had coming up, and I’d tried so goddamn hard to get her mind off Sophia. As far as I could tell, it had worked.

  Until now.

  “It’s not your fault,” she said. “I just couldn’t eat in the same room as her.”

  Max sat in the middle of the plane, closest to the couch. “Sophia’s a client. She’s not a friend. And my relationship with you is different, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to listen to you talk about her. You’re allowed to hate each other. I just can’t get involved.”

  “I get it.” James played with my hand as it rested on her lap. “Eve doesn’t know you work with Sophia.”

  “I haven’t told her or even mentioned Sophia’s name,” he said. “But I guess there’s a chance she could have heard. It’s not something I hide.”

  “Oh, trust me, she doesn’t know. Because, if she did, she’d have flipped her shit, and she certainly would have brought it up to you by now.”

  “It’s like that?”

  James nodded. “Eve is the most loyal person I know. When she hears this, she won’t be happy. Expect an earful; I’m just warning you.”

  I sighed. “Jesus Christ, you women.”

  “It’s how we work,” she said, giving me a side smile. “You love us for it.”

  Now, that was a fucking statement I chose not to respond to.

  “Are you going to tell her?” Max asked.

  James shook her head. “That’s all on you.”

  “Good. I’ll take care of it.” He took his suit coat off and handed it to the flight attendant. “But I want to make sure things are all right between us. I’m sorry for putting you in that position, James. Had I known you were there, I never would have shown up. That’s not who I am.”

  “I know. It’s fine; don’t worry.”

  The phone beside me rang, and I held it against my ear as the captain told me we were getting ready to taxi. I gave him my thanks and hung up.

  “Taking off?” Max asked.

  “Within the next five minutes.”

  He opened his briefcase and took out his laptop, setting it on the table in front of him. “How was the meeting with Ralph?”

  I stared at James and said, “Tell him.”

  “It was good.”

  I laughed, squeezing her foot to urge her to say more. When she didn’t, I added, “Don’t listen to her. She fucking nailed the audition, and Ralph wants her; he just wants her personal shit cleared up first. Once we get that all figured out, he’s going to be calling.”

  She pressed her other foot against my stomach, like she was tapping me. “You don’t know that.”

  “It’s my job to know that.”

  “Well, since we’re far from figuring out my personal shit, I don’t see that phone call coming anytime soon.”

  “Don’t tell me that the police aren’t doing anything,” Max said as the plane started moving toward the runway.

  I nodded. “They’re out of options. So, if something happens with this case, it’s because we found out more information or some asshole in Hollywood opened his mouth.”

  Max looked at James and said, “It’ll happen. I give it two more months before someone spills.”

  The flight attendant brought Max a scotch, refilled mine, and gave James a new glass of champagne. This was her third drink, and her cheeks were getting flushed.

  I fucking loved that color on her.

  “How’d your meetings go today?” I asked Max.

  “I don’t even know where to start,” he said.

  As he filled me in, neglecting to mention anything about Sophia, I bounced my gaze between him and James. I could tell she wasn’t upset with Max. She was just upset in general, and it all had to do with Sophia. That fucking cunt rubbed my girl the wrong way, and I didn’t blame her. I knew James just wanted to be done with her and Abel, but that wasn’t easy when you worked in the same industry, your paths had the ability to constantly cross, and your agents were business partners.

  And, now, there was a chance James could run into Sophia again in the very near future. But, this time, it would be on her turf.

  In about a week, The Agency would be celebrating its six-year anniversary, and we were throwing a huge bash in Miami. Sophia was on the guest list. Although she hadn’t yet RSVP’d, I had a feeling she’d be there, especially after tonight.

  Unless Sophia told us she was coming, I wasn’t going to mention any of that to James. Knowing James, she was already feeling the stress about the possibility of seeing her again, and I didn’t want that to weigh on her.

  The plane started to pick up speed, and I relaxed further into the couch, my arm going under the blanket and landing on James’s inner thigh. She made no reaction until my fingers began to trace her jeans, and they continued to move higher until they reached her pussy.

  That was when her fucking eyes connected with mine. The need I usually saw in there wasn’t as strong, but it would be once I got both hands on her. And that was going to happen the second we reached cruising altitude.

  In all the years The Agency had used a private plane, I’d never once fucked on it. I’d never even brought a woman on board unless she was a client.

  It was time to change that.

  I waited until the flight attendant came back to check on our drinks, knowing that would be a good time to get up.

  And, once she left for refills, I said to Max, “You want the back bedroom?”

  He looked up from his computer. “Nah, I’ve got a lot of work to do. It’s all yours, buddy.”

  I leaned into James’s ear. “There’s a TV in there, so we can finish watching the movie.”

  She got up from the couch without saying a word and followed me into the bedroom.

  I shut the door behind us and immediately grabbed her waist. Lifting her into my arms, I roared, “Kiss me.”

  As her lips landed on mine, I yanked her tank top over her head and set her on the bed, so I could take off her jeans. I unhooked her bra and slid her panties down her legs. “Crawl to the back of the bed,” I ordered.

  She turned around and got on all fours, her ass now pointed at me, and she moved toward the other side of the double bed. As she reached the pillows, she looked over her shoulder to watch what I was doing. I was loosening my tie and setting my jacket over the small table. My pants dropped next, and I kicked off my shoes. Before I knelt onto the bed, I let my boxer briefs fall.

  From where I stood, I had the most perfect view of her cunt. Those tight, hairless lips ran around the back until the start of her ass.

  Fuck, I wanted to be inside of that, too.

  “You have no idea how beautiful you are.”

  Her cheeks w
ere still so red from the champagne, but now, they were several shades deeper.

  I fucking loved that I did that to her.

  “Come show me,” she breathed.

  I stared at her mouth, at her pussy, at her ass.

  All three were mine.

  And I was going to be in all three tonight.

  I walked over to the side of the bed and ran my fingers through her hair, turning her and leading her over to me, aiming her mouth to the end of my cock. She spread her lips and took in my crown, swiveling her tongue around it before she bobbed down my shaft.

  “Yesss,” I hissed.

  Damn, she really knew how to suck cock, and she knew how I liked mine sucked.

  “Just like that, baby,” I said as she tickled my balls at the same time. “Look at me.”

  Her lids widened as she glanced up. I could see the suction in her cheeks and the way her eyes watered as my tip neared the back of her throat. Every time I hit it, I felt the spit in her mouth thicken, and her nose flared just slightly while she took in air.

  “Lick my balls,” I demanded.

  A popping sound came from her mouth as she freed my dick and lowered to my sack. Gently, her tongue circled one of my balls, and then she surrounded it with her lips. She teased it the same way I would do to her nipple. And, just when she soaked it with plenty of spit, she moved to the other one, her hand sliding up and down my shaft at the same time.

  “Fuck,” I growled, not wanting to wait a second longer to have her.

  I lifted her hand off my dick and moved her onto her back, kneeling between her legs. I pushed them open even further and held her knees while I thrust inside her.

  “Brett,” she moaned as I drove into her. “Oh my God. That feels so good.”

  And it did, goddamn it.

  She was so wet, so tight, so hot as her cunt squeezed my cock.

  I lifted her ass, holding it in the air while I stroked in and out, twisting my hips, making sure to hit the spot she liked.

  “Yesss!” she shouted.

  Her fingers spread over my thighs, her nails digging into my skin, and I knew that meant she was getting close. Hell, I could feel her tightening even more. I could see the way her back was arching. So, I pumped faster, letting her ride out the orgasm with as much speed and pressure as I could give her.

  “I’m coming!” she yelled, not giving a fuck if anyone on this plane could hear her.

  I sure as hell didn’t either.

  That was why I pounded into her even harder, so she would scream even louder.

  She did, and when she finally calmed, I pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, moving in behind her. I took some of the wetness from her cunt, and I coated it over my cock, making sure the head was nice and wet. Then, I dipped my face into her ass and gave her my tongue.

  She wiggled as I licked, as I dropped wads of spit every time a little bit filled my mouth. And, once it started dripping onto the bed, I pulled back and stroked my dick.

  “I can’t wait to feel how fucking tight your ass is.”

  “Brett—”

  “I’ll go slow.”

  “Please, like really slow.”

  I pushed my thumb in first, waiting to feel some resistance, but she didn’t give me any. I went in to my knuckle and then slid out before giving her two fingers.

  She moved with me.

  She fucking moaned with me.

  Pulling my fingers out, I aimed my cock at her entrance, and I gently pushed in just an inch.

  “You’re so big,” she breathed.

  And I knew she was working through the pain.

  I waited several seconds before I gave her any more. Each shift came with a pause, and I reached around and rubbed her clit at the same time. It didn’t take more than a minute before I was all the way inside her.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re tighter than I’ve ever felt.”

  Still, I didn’t move. I stayed right where I was, and I let her get used to the feeling.

  If she didn’t loosen at all, I wasn’t going to last long, but maybe, for my first time in her ass, she’d prefer that.

  I rubbed her clit a little harder, and when her hips began to bounce, I knew she was ready. I slid back so carefully and drove in again.

  “Ahhh,” she moaned, showing me the preparation had been worth it. “That feels incredible.”

  It took me a while to work up any speed or power, but I eventually got there, my fingers still on her clit, my other hand holding her gorgeous fucking ass.

  The movement of the plane drove me in further. So did the slight grind of her hips as the orgasm began to build within her.

  “I’m so close,” she cried out.

  “Fuck,” I panted as the build worked its way through my body.

  What she did next surprised the hell out of me.

  She put her feet on my thighs and stilled my thrusting, and then she started to fuck me. She went back to the tip before burying my cock, repeating that movement over and over.

  “Oh my God!” she yelled, her ass tightening so much that it sucked the cum right out of me.

  I took my hand off her clit, and I held her hips as I watched her swallow me. My head went back, my fucking moans vibrating through my chest, and I lost myself.

  “James,” I groaned.

  Each time she slammed onto my cock brought me more pleasure, and I let it pass through me without trying to control it. She knew what she was doing to me, and she knew her ass was holding me so goddamn tight because each hiss that came from my mouth told her.

  When the feeling finally released me, I slid back all the way and watched her ass pucker. “Push it out,” I told her.

  As she stayed on all fours, I watched her ass slightly open, and a bubble of cum dripped from it.

  It was the hottest fucking sight.

  So hot that I felt my cock start to get hard again.

  “Do not move,” I ordered.

  “Where are you going?”

  I reached for my boxers and slid them on. “I’m going to wash you off, and then I’m coming right back to fuck your pussy.”

  “You’re relentless.”

  “No, James, I just can’t get enough of you.”

  James

  I saw Eve sitting on the counter as Brett and I made our way into Max’s kitchen.

  There was an extra glass of wine right next to her that she handed to me and said, “Cheers, bitch.”

  “Cheers,” I responded. I snaked my arms around her neck, pulling her in for the tightest hug. As I released her, I saw the guys do their kind of hug, and then Brett grabbed a beer out of the fridge.

  “I’ve been told I can’t talk about Sophia,” Eve said, rolling her eyes so hard. “So, this is me not talking about her.” She took a sip of her wine. “Can you believe my fucking boyfriend represents the enemy? Okay, now, I’m really not talking about her.”

  I looked at Brett and laughed as we’d just had this conversation during our drive over here. He’d told me not to bring up Sophia. I hadn’t planned to, but I knew, if Max had told Eve, it would be impossible for her not to mention Sophia.

  And I was right.

  “Told ya,” I said to Brett.

  “Eve,” Max warned, “you know how I feel about this.”

  “I know,” she said. “I just had to mention it, babe. Now, it’s out of my system, and we can move on.”

  “You sure you’re done?” he asked her.

  She held her glass to her lips again and took a large gulp. “Mmhmm.”

  Eve had just gotten into town this morning and come straight to Max’s place where she’d be for the next week. I knew I’d see her the whole time she was here, so I wasn’t bummed that she was staying with him. Besides, I was basically living at Brett’s anyway. I hadn’t moved any of my things in, but given that I only lived a few floors down, it wasn’t hard to pop by my place for a change of clothes.

  Since her first visit, she’d been shipping me outfits to wear for all my even
ts. Now that she was in Miami, she could stock me up. My calendar was getting extremely busy, and I really needed something amazing to wear to The Agency’s sixth-anniversary party that was going to be in a few days. Max had asked Eve to be his date, which was another reason she had flown in.

  As for Brett and me, no one at the party would know we were together. They couldn’t. It wasn’t the right time for that. If the media found out we were dating, they’d say the most awful things about me. So, like any other night we were out in public, Brett and I would just be agent and actress.

  Regardless, I wanted to look my best for him.

  I went over to the island and rested my elbows on top of it. “What are you making?” I asked Max.

  “It’s always Italian when Max cooks,” Brett said.

  “And it’s delicious,” Eve added.

  She’d told me he had cooked for her during the time he stayed with her in LA.

  “We’ve got about five minutes until it’s ready,” Max said. “How about you take James out back, so Brett and I can talk a little business?”

  Eve slid off the counter. She looped her arm through mine and brought me out the sliding glass door. There was a massive patio with a fireplace and several seating areas. His pool was a giant rectangle where the water ran off the edge, and directly beyond it was the ocean.

  It was the most beautiful view.

  Eve was right next to me as I stood on the bank, looking at the houses across the way and at the open water. A few boats were passing through, and some of the people waved.

  “It’s so peaceful here,” I said.

  “You have no idea. I went swimming today and fell asleep in the pool.” She tugged down the shoulder of her shirt to show me how red she was. “You know this is what we’re going to be doing every day I’m here, so get ready for some major relaxation.”

  I smiled at her from the corner of my eye. “Don’t think you’re getting off from styling me. I need tons of new stuff.”

  “I have fifteen outfits for you upstairs, and another ten are getting delivered tomorrow. We’ll have a fashion show when you come over for lunch.”

  “You got all of that already?”

  She nodded and did a little dance in her heels. “Wait until you see the dress I picked out for you for The Agency party. Brett is going to diiie when he sees you. We’re not going to have him approve it; you’re just going to show up, wearing it, and he’s going to take you in the restroom and fuck your brains out.”