A Little Bit of Truth (Little Bits) (4 page)

She calms and rolls her eyes before joining in the conversation between Loryn and Maya.

“How long are you staying in the city for this time?” James asks me.

This is a good question, one I don’t have the answer to right now. “I don’t have to start shootin
g in England for a few more weeks. Depending on when I’m finally called in.”

“Aren’t you working alongside
Beth Snipes?” Loryn practically chokes out. “Oh my God, I’m a huge fan! If you get me an autograph I’ll…”

“Faint? Like you did on your birthday when you first met Jacob?” Maya sniggers, Marie bursts out laughing and Loryn flushes bright red. I give her a sympathetic smile, she only blushes further.

“I was hoping you’d forgotten about that,” she grumbles and looks out of the tinted window when they laugh harder.

 

The ride to the club is lasting too long. Every second I feel Marie’s hot thigh against mine is another second my dick decides to absorb all of the blood from my body. Having her this close, knowing she’s not wearing panties and knowing she’s probably feeling as turned on as I am right now, is almost too much to bear, I’ve never felt so solid and starved. It takes every single ounce of willpower I have to climb out of the car when it pulls up outside of the club and help her out after me without pushing her back in and mounting her like a dog on heat.

She doesn’t make it easy either, she notices my erection and decides to tease it by scraping her long fingernails over the top of my jeans
. Fuck that tingles.

Gripping her hand in mine I tug her inside, straight past the bouncers, into the club and straight to the VIP section. The others follow, chatting animatedly the whole way.

“There you are!” Summer hollers as we step past more bouncers to enter the VIP section. Marie’s hand leaves mine so she can hug her friends. I sit in a large egg shaped chair that hangs from two large pillars. James takes the one opposite, Chris is already in the one to my right.

“How’s it going?” Chris greets us both. We bump fists.

“Pretty good,” James waves the waiter over and orders a round. “How’s work?”

Chris grins, “I’d hardly call it work.”

“I was just about to say the same thing,” I chuckle. Chris works for a gaming company, he helps design and create games. He also tests them for money. Computer games are his passion in life apparently, so he gets paid to do what he loves. Like me, I’m an actor, and apparently a good one. The amount of money I get paid to do something I love to do is just ridiculous. “Lucky bastard.”

“You get to bone
Beth in your next movie,” Chris says with a smirk. “I think you win in the luck department.”

I bark out a laugh, “I don’t get to ‘bone’
Beth Snipes. It’s not a porno.”

“You get to roll around naked with her,” James adds.

This is true. “It’s hardly a romantic setting.”

Chris thanks the waitress for his drink as she sets them on the glass table between us. I grab my beer and take a swig. “How do you keep it down?”

I choke on my beer and James starts laughing, his eyes wander over to the railing where the girls are stood looking out over the dance floor. “I don’t,” I respond honestly. “There’s been a few times…”


With who? It was that Beth chick right? She has the nicest,” Chris cups his hands to his chest. “jugs in the world. Not including Summer’s but you know what I mean.”

James remains carefully impassive, and now I see why. “I’m so glad that sentence ended the way it did Chris,”
Summer snaps from behind him and I start laughing when Chris visibly pales.

“I have to agree with Chris on this one,” Marie slides into the egg shaped love seat until her thigh is, yet again, against my own.
“Beth what’s her name really does have a nice chest.”

“Nowhere near as good as yours,” I murmur in her ear.

She smiles seductively and rests her hand on my thigh, “You would know.”

I quickly gulp down my beer and wave for another one.

Marie

 

Is it home time yet? Nope, it’s apparently dance time. Jacob has decided to stay in his seat, claims that he can’t be bothered with the crowd. Not that I blame him. I’d hate to be famous. I enjoy being a master at being a hermit too much. Although I rarely get a chance to revel in being a hermit because my friends always have drama, that I’m usually called to help with. Not that I mind at all. But after the last time… shudder… I think I need a quiet year.

“Come on Marie,” Loryn groans and grabs my hands. I shake my head to clear my thoughts.
Bad thoughts of a bad time I promised myself I wouldn’t think about. “Are you alright?”

I nod, “Horny.”

She giggles and tugs me forward to find Maya and Summer.

We find them.

Three shots later all inhibitions I had where dancing was concerned are gone. Now dancing is all I want to do. And dancing is all I’m doing.

One drink later, peeing is all I’m thinking of doing. “Toilet,” I say to Loryn. She nods and follows me back up to the VIP area. I head past our table and straight towards the ladies without glancing at Jacob who I know has been staring at me since I stepped onto the dance floor. Not that I mind being stared at, especially when I look as fabulous as I do right now. I have a body made for staring at or so I’ve been told.

“I’ve waited long enough,” are the words I hear as I’m pressed up against the wall outside of the toilets on my way out. “You’re driving me insane. Let’s go to your place.”

“I’m a little bit drunk,” I admit hesitantly because I want nothing more than to climb onto his lap and ride him like a cowgirl. Unfortunately we’ve used one of three nights and I swore to myself I wouldn’t waste a night of sex with Jacob on a drunken fumble.

“So?” he presses tighter to me and rubs his groin against mine. Groan. “We just won’t count it.”

“That’s not the deal,” I mumble, in my mind I’ve taken a hammer and smashed myself over the head with it for being such a stubborn ass. “Three
nights only big boy.”

He smiles defiantly, “I’m having you tonight Marie.”

This is getting fun. “Okay.” If he says so. Eye roll.

“And then again tomorrow.”

“Sounds like fun,” I agree because it does sound fun but it’s not going to happen. “I’m going to have to decline.”

Swooping down, he presses his lips against my neck as a hand snakes around my back and holds me even tighter to him. Every breath from his mouth sends my senses into overdrive. If any more heat pools in my stomach I’m going to be a lust filled head case and end up screwing him in the bathroom without a care for who sees. It wouldn’t be the worst thing I’ve done. Definitely one of the best though.

“Ten nights,” ah, he’s bartering. “I want twelve nights.”

“Which is it?” I ask breathily as his tongue tastes the skin below my ear and my hands lie flat on his chest. Such a wide chest. Ugh. I’m losing my will to remain frigid for the night. “Ten or twelve?”

“Fourteen.” I’m pretty sure that number wasn’t an option.

“Four,” I offer.

“Sixteen,” his teeth latch onto the lobe of my ear. Shiver.

“Three.”

“Eighteen,” he chuckles and I feel the vibration through his chest.

“You suck at haggling,” I try to laugh but it gets lost in my throat and mutates into a strangled cry when I feel his hand slip under my dress and
a finger enter me without foreplay. Or is this the foreplay? I don’t care… I like it.

We are temporarily hidden between a
wall and an open door, but anybody could walk past at any moment and clearly see what we’re doing. Or rather, what he’s doing to me.

Am I glowing?

I feel like I should be glowing.

His palm hits the spot as he presses his finger further into me and starts pulling his hand upwards gently. Teasing me.

“Twenty,” he whispers with a finality to his tone and a gruff sound to his normally smooth voice. Lust… definitely lust. I think I just got wetter. “Christ babe.” He lets out a groan when he feels my sudden increased slickness and presses his forehead against mine. “Say yes.”

“Four.”

His eyes flash open, his pupils, like earlier during the photo shoot, are fully dilated and locked on mine. “Ten.” He starts moving his hand faster, pulling it up so his finger hits my inner spot at the same time as his palm rubs my outer spot. My feet burn, my legs shake and my hands are now gripping his shoulders so tight, the knuckles have turned white.

Oh my god.

“Jacob,” I moan without shame as my head falls back against the wall, exposing my neck to his mercy.

“Marie,” he says my name with mirrored desperation
against the curve of my throat. “Ten. Say yes.”


No.” I shake my head, my eyes squeeze shut as I concentrate on my nearing orgasm. “Four.”

“Marie,” he warns. “I want your word.”

Nearly there. If he just picks up speed, just a little bit.

“Words not working now Jake,” I pant and squeeze my legs tighter against his hand.

All of my nerve endings come alight before speeding to my womb. This is it, finally!

“Ten,” he bites out and grinds his solid dick into my hip. “I want your fucking word.”

“Four, final offer,” my eyes meet his. Defiance meets defiance. Neither of us will budge, we’re both too stubborn.

“Come for me,” he says softly and my orgasm peaks. Then his hand stops
moving and a smug smile spreads across his face.

“Why?” I almost sob as my forehead hits his chest and my hips practically hump his hand to get the feeling back.
It’s withering away! No!

“Numbers gone up now babe,” he barks and starts moving his hand again. “Fifteen.”

Shit. “Five.” Compromise is key.

“Fourteen,” his tongue runs across his lower lip
, the sight alone makes me tremble with need, he knows how to work me. Crafty bastard. “Swear it.”

“I hate you right now,” because his hand has
stopped again, right as I peak… again.

“Swear it,” he demands.

“Okay! Nine,” I shout, not caring who hears me.

His sexy trademark smile lights up his features, “Done.” And his hand begins its frantic rubbing and prodding in all of the right places. “Swear it.”

“I swear!”

And then there’s an explosion. Followed by shaking and groaning and squeezing.
All from me because I’m coming… hard. So hard and loud Jacob’s hand is over my mouth to stifle my almost scream. Every part of me erupts like a domino effect beginning at my stomach and spreading through my limbs, until I feel the last tingle at the end of my nose.

Fortunately for me, Jacob whips his hand out from under my dress right as
three women walk by. They don’t even pay attention to us, but I notice Jacob buries his face in my neck most likely to hide it from potential fans.

“I get nine more nights,”
he says softly as I correct the bottom of my dress. “You swore.”

I certainly did, and I’m a woman of my word. Normally, after a guy would make me climax I’d return the favor. Not this time. This time I’m pissed because he tortured me into submission. Not that it was a bad form of torture, but torture is still torture and I lost that round. So I’m going to make him suffer because I’m a sore loser. “Enjoy blue balls bitch.” I flick his extremely noticeable bulge and slip by him before he can protest.

He grunts and circles his hand around my throat gently from behind, his thumb presses against my pulse. I turn in his arms, wishing I hadn’t as now I’m watching him suck his middle finger into his mouth, the same finger that was buried inside of me only moments ago. When he’s finished his eyes snap open, his lips touch my ear as he speaks, “Sweet.” Is all that he says, before he grips my hand in his and marches me back to our floating egg shaped loveseat.

 

 

Chapter Four

Best Orgasm Ever

J
acob

 

I don’t think I’m ever washing this hand again. Never, ever, never. Holy Jesus that was the hottest thing I’ve ever been a part of in my entire fucking life. Marie begging me, she begged. I’ll hold this memory forever even after our nine nights are up. Definitely a victory on my part. Nine nights should be enough to work this ridiculous lust from my system and hers. I’ve never dated a woman for more than a month or so. And this may make me sound like an asshole but I get bored easily, I like variety and fortunately for me, women come in all kinds of flavors.

Marie, so far, tops every flavor of woman I’ve ever tried. She’s like the first gulp of water after walking for forty years through a desert.

I’m shaking with need, my dick is aching and won’t go down. Marie is chatting and laughing with an inebriated Loryn, Maya and Summer. Chris and James are laughing about something to do with something. I’m not paying attention in the slightest so don’t ask me what that something is.

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