Authors: Monica Alexander
Jase’s
breath came in shorter pants as I massaged him and continued my oral assault on his chest. Then with both hands, I unzipped his jeans and let them drop to the floor. His boxer briefs followed, before I dropped in front of him and took him into my mouth, sucking
him
deeply and moving my tongue in a synchronized rhythm that I could tell was driving him crazy.
Jase
suddenly
hissed and jumped back from me.
I looked up in surprise, expecting him to be mad
. Had I been too rough? Did he not like that? No,
he was breathing hard and watching me with dilated eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, not sure what to do next. Did he want me to stop or go?
“I, ah, I just don’t want to get to a point where you do something you’re not ready to do,” he said quickly, but I could tell he hated the distance between us. “I can tell that you’re a little over-excited, and while that’s really cool, I don’t think I can stop if
you
keep doing what you were doing.”
“That’s okay,” I said, sitting back on my knees. “Come back over. Please.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, and I could tell he was praying I wouldn’t say no.
“Yes,”
I said definitively, but he didn’t move. So I stood and crossed the room to him. “Sit down.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, so I angled my legs on either side of him. He looked up at me reverently, as if I was the most beautiful woman on earth. I loved when he looked at me like that.
It g
ave me a heady sense of power.
Pressing down on his erection made him inhale deeply, so I started to move my hips, adding a little friction between us.
“Logan, seriously,” he said, as he closed his eyes. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
I laughed lightly as I watched him react to my movements. “Yes, I do,” I assured him. I might be inexperienced, but I wasn’t naïve.
“I want this. I want you.”
As my lips met his again, he started to react to my movements and become an active player in my little game. In a flash, I was on the bottom and he was looming over me. He pressed himself between my thighs, so I wrapped my legs around his waist and welcomed him closer.
“Are you sure?” he asked, as his hand snaked up my thigh in a
long
,
slow and steady path that drove me slightly insane.
“Yes,” I said softly, as his fingers moved my panties to the side and slipped inside, stroking me gently. I inhaled deeply, throwing my head back against the bed as Jase watched me thoughtfully.
“Are you sure?” he asked, again as he slipped another finger inside of me and his thumb started massaging my most sensitive spot.
Yeah right, like I could say no at this point!
“I’m sure,” I said, my breath coming in shorter and shorter bursts as his fingers moved more rapidly in tandem with his thumb.
“Holy shit.”
I covered my eyes with my hands as everything inside me started building higher and higher with each movement he made. I arched my back and pressed against his hand, craving more, wanting the friction,
needing
the release.
But then
he removed his hand. I protested and looked up at him. All he did was smile his secret smile as he pulled my panties down. Then before I knew what was happening, he lowered his head and spread my legs apart.
Suddenly, his tongue was on me, kissing and sucking and licking, darting rapidly over just that right spot that drove me crazy, as he built me back up even higher. I squirmed below him, craving release so badly, but never wanting him to stop what he was doing. It was the single most pleasurable experience of my life.
Then
he inserted his fingers back inside me, and
I exploded
around him, covering my eyes yet again. A
groan of pleasure escaped my lips
as the tremors shook me
, but Jase didn’t stop. He
made it last and last, as I thrust upward toward him and
bit my lip to keep from calling out again. Then slowly, he brought me down from my high.
H
is
lips were suddenly
at my ear. “You okay?”
“Uh-huh,” I said, slightly embarrassed by my reactions.
I’d never gone that far with a guy before, and I had no idea I’d react that way.
He chuckled
and kissed my cheek
.
When I was able to recover enough to look at him, I found him looking down at me and smirking.
“What?” I asked, my cheeks instantly coloring. I panicked, afraid that I’d
reacted
all wrong.
“You are incredibly sexy,” he said, his finger trailing down my jawline.
I couldn’t help but smile back at him. He was so proud of himself. Well, two could play that game. Without a word, I pushed him onto his back and set out to finish what I’d initially started.
“Who is Jason Brady, and why is there
a picture of you with him
on the Internet?” my dad asked when he called me on Saturday morning.
Uh-
oh
.
I’d just walked in the door, having just gotten back from
Jase’s
house where I’d stayed the night, so I
w
as in a particularly good mood, but it was in danger of being deflated by what my father had just shared.
“Hi Dad,”
I said cheerfully and
groaned inside.
I
knew that picture
of Jase and
me
coming out of his mother’s
café was going to surface at some point.
I just
didn’t know it would happen so
quickly. I wondered if anyone else had seen it.
“Logan,” my dad said sternly. “Why am I finding out online that you’re dating someone new, who is apparently a ‘mega-
celebrity’.
”
Jesus.
He was pissed.
I thought quickly.
Maybe I could tell him
Jase and I
were
just friends. It was the party line
we were using
with the paparazzi
. I could tell my dad
the same thing. Then again, I didn’t want to lie to my dad.
I’d never lied to him before about a boy.
He deserved to know the truth.
“What site are you looking at, Dad?” I asked, as I logged on to the Internet.
I needed to see for myself what he was seeing.
“
HWood
Buzz.com
has the most detailed article, but there are
about five other sites with a similar version of the same
picture and some sort of caption all saying
relatively the same thing.
Here let me read some of them to you.”
“Dad.
Come on,” I pleaded, because he sounded
really mad
.
“No, Logan, I won’t ‘come on’. My daughter’s name is being dragged through the
mud, so forgive me if I don’t let it roll off my back
.”
I let my head fall back against the cement wall behind my bed.
“Fine.
Read them to me.”
He cleared his throat. “‘It looks like Alana Davis’s daughter is making the rounds in Hollywood, and her next stop is mega-star Jason Brady.’ ‘Garrett Lewis’s ex dates his co-star. Scandal on the set of
Vacation
From
Hell.
’ ‘Jason Brady, fresh off of his break-up with Chloe
St. James seems to have found a new love interest. He was spotted earlier this week leaving a café in Brentwood with Logan Kessler, daughter of the famed Alana Davi
s and ex-fling of Garrett Lewis’
. Those are just a few
of the more detailed ones
.”
I quickly skimmed the article on
HWoodBuzz.com
and found it to be fairly factual, aside from the mention that I dated Garrett, but apparently everyone was going to chalk that up to the truth. Most of the article talked about
Jase’s
history with Chloe, some f
ilms he’d been in and included speculations
on how we could have met. There were some
additional
brief tidbits about me being Alana Davis’s daughter and how I was a freshman at USC, but that was it. I honestly didn’t think it was that bad. We weren’t even hold
ing
hands in the picture. We were smiling and talking, and we honestly looked like two friends. There was no proof of a relationship anywhere.
The sites were just guessing at what they were seeing.
“Logan?” my dad said after I’d been silent for a few minutes.
“Yeah.”
“How do you know Jason Brady?”
“I met him through Garrett. They’
re doing
a
film together.”
I figured brief answers to his questions would be the best route to take.
“
And h
ow famous is he?”
My dad didn’t see many movies. They reminded him of my mom and their past, so he pretty much just abstained from seeing them.
He honestly had no idea who Jase really was.
“Very famous.
He’s possibly up for an Oscar for a movie he did earlier this year.”
My dad sighed. “Is he a nice guy? What do you know about him?”
I knew he was going to hang up with me and Google Jase, so I figured I’d better start sharing.
Better for him to hear the truth from me.
“He’s great, Dad, really. He’s sweet and caring and not at all full of himself.
He also loves cotton candy, Thanksgiving
,
and lazy rivers. And he goes by Jase, not Jason.”
“Lazy rivers?” my dad questioned
, picking up on that one detail that I’d shared
.
I smiled. “Yeah, you know, at some resorts
they have those
manmade rivers in the pool area where the water flows and pushes you along in a
n inner-
tube. It’s super-relaxing.”
“
I’m sure it is. So, a
re you dating this Jase
Brady, or are you
really
just friends with him?”
I sighed. “We’re dating, but it’s a secret, okay?”
He laughed, and I took it as a good sign.
He was warming up.
“Who would I tell?”
“I don’t know – Mom. Sasha.”
“I will
not
tell your mother, Logan. You should know better than that. She’d jump all over this news, so you’d better hope she doesn’t see these articles.”
He was right. My mom would have an absolute field day with this story. It would make her year.
“I’ll just deny it if she sees it. Jase and I are keeping this strictly private. The tabloids can speculate all they want, but they won’t see us as any
thing
more than platonic
friends
in public.”
My dad sighed. “Lo, just keep in mind how ugly this can get. You know the tabloids will dredge up whatever they can
,
and speculation can get pretty messy. You need to be sure you know everything you can about this Jase guy if you’re going to get into a relationship with him. I would hate to see you blindsided by his past.”
“Dad, he’s twenty. He doesn’t have a past.”
“Logan, he’s a Hollywood actor. He has a past of some kind.”
I didn’t say anything. I just let what he was telling me sink in. I, of course, had nothing to hide, but what if Jase did?
“Baby, please be careful,” my dad said then, his tone softening to one that reminded me of my childhood.
His cautions came from a good place. I knew that.
“I will, Dad. I promise.”
“Good. Now, will I get to meet him wh
en I come visit you for Family
Weekend?”
I laughed. I knew he wasn’t thrilled that I was dating someone so high-profile, but at least he was playing along and saying what I wanted to hear. I knew that once he met Jase he’d think the world of him
,
just like I
did, and everything would be fine.
“If we’re still toget
her
by
then, absolutely.
We can all go to dinner or something.”
I hope we’ll still be together by then.
“Alright, it’s a plan. Now tell me
all
about school
and how much you love USC
.”