Authors: J.C. Grant
Laurel turned into Crescent Heights. He was being an ass.
“Same thing.” I got in my car and that new car smell enveloped my senses.
“Other side of Sunset,” he said as he got in the passenger’s seat.
“Is this because I'm driving?”
“I like to drive,” he grumbled.
Such a fucking baby. I know how to get him.
“I love driving my new car.” I looked over at him and lowered my voice to a breathy rasp. “The sexiest man I have
ever seen
gave it to me.” I put my hand on his thigh, rubbing in long strokes. “And every time I drive it... makes me want to do
filthy
things to him.”
He smiled and relaxed, settling back in the seat. His smile turned to a devilish grin as he made a show of adjusting himself.
Clearing my throat, I focused on getting out of the driveway without damaging the car. Then I easily maneuvered the car through the neighborhood and quickly down to Sunset. “She's a beast. I love her,” I muttered as we sat at the stoplight.
His hand landed on my inner thigh, pushing up into my sex.
“Do you love this beast more?” His other hand gripped his hard length. The swollen head pushed out from under the band of his sweats.
“Yeah.” My voice was breathless. Biting my lip, I reached over, brushing my fingers over the exposed smooth skin. “I definitely love this beast more.”
His hips thrust up instinctively.
“I wanna fuck before we get in there.” His crude words and his voice, thick with arousal, seduced me effortlessly.
His fingers pressed into my clit through the thin material of my pants as I pulled into the underground garage.
“Come on, sweet girl. Real quick,” he coaxed with a raspy voice and skilled fingers as I parked.
Turning the car off, I unbuckled and shifted to lean over the console.
“Wait. I wanna fuck you,” he said, quickly unbuckling and pushing his waistband down, freeing his swollen length.
“You can fuck my mouth,” I breathed before sweeping my tongue over the crown. His deep groan had my core clenching.
“Oh, fuck. Get your ass up,” he groaned, his hand shoving down the back of my pants with desperation.
I leaned on the console, lifting my hips. Gripping the base of his heavy cock, I took the head into my mouth. Then three thick fingers were sinking into me from behind, sending a shiver through me. He pulled my hair out of the way, fisting it behind my neck. I felt his eyes on me, watching as I lowered my mouth down his throbbing length. His distinct smell invaded my senses, making my mouth water, coating his cock.
“Yeah, get my cock nice a wet,” he said excitedly.
I moaned when his hips thrust up, forcing me to take more of him.
“Oh fuck. You look so good with my cock in your mouth, sweetheart,” he breathed while plunging his fingers in and out of me. Overcome with arousal, my hips tilted, opening up to give him better access. “Just like that. Your cunt feels so good,” he groaned.
His hips pumped up, fucking my mouth. I lowered down, letting him hit the back of my throat with each thrust, triggering my gag reflex. The tension started building in my body and I sucked harder, hallowing out my cheeks. Working through it, I was determined to make him come in record time.
“Yeah, suck my cock. Suck it.” His raspy demand had me rocking into his pounding fingers. Seconds later, a slick finger rubbed against my puckered flesh before steadily pushing in.
I cried out around his length, but my body bucked, thrusting back, wanting more.
“Yeah. Fuck my fingers while I fuck your mouth.” His heavy breaths filled the car, the smell of our sexes mingling with the new car smell. The hand behind my neck started forcing me down, forcing me to take more. All of it. “You love it,” he muttered smugly. “Me fucking all your holes.”
I moaned at his words, at the sexy noises he made, feeling his movements lose their coordination. Knowing he was close, I sucked harder, feeling my core tightening.
“You're making me come. Oh fuck, you're making me come.” His fingers slid along my walls, rubbing and pressing.
Within seconds, my pussy clamped down, pulling at his thick digits.
“Oh fuck yes... ” His cock jerked in my mouth, the first stream so thick and hot I struggled to swallow it. “Relax and take it. Just swallow,” he rasped.
I obeyed.
His fingers continued massaging, dragging out my pulsing orgasm.
His cock pulsed twice more, and then he was pulling me up to his mouth for a hungry kiss, his tongue diving in and licking, stealing my breath.
“I love tasting myself on you,” he breathed against my lips. His fingers eased out of me as his lips captured mine again.
*****
I loved the old Hollywood glamour of the Chateau Marmont. It was dazzling and intimate as was our dinner. We were the only people eating in the living room/lobby. And of course they knew him on sight. The Chateau catered to celebrities of all types and refused photographers on the premises. Although, we did have an uncomfortable walk through the paparazzi upon arriving. After we got inside, David explained Elaine had set that up, which I'd apparently ruined. The sidewalk in front of the Chateau was so narrow that I instinctively tucked into David's side, hiding from the flashes and crowd. I would never admit part of it was my inability to balance in my black Louboutin heels over the uneven spots.
“You wanna stay here tonight? Get a room?” David asked softly, pulling me closer into his side.
I couldn't explain how good it felt being here with him. This was the first time our worlds merged, this was the first time in a public setting that I didn't have an overwhelming feeling that he was out of my league.
“Can we?” I asked, eager to make this feeling last. “We can't leave Chance at home, though.”
“No. I'll run home and get him. It'll only take a minute,” he said in his usual,
‘
I got everything covered
’
way
.
“Yes. I want to stay here.”
“Be right back,” he murmured, pressing a firm kiss to my lips before he pulled away and stood.
Relaxing back into the plush velvet couch, I couldn't stop watching as he walked away, giving me the full effect of his body. He looked like pure sex tonight, pulling off a rocker/bad boy look, wearing black boots and black jeans with a black leather jacket over a sage tee that made the green flecks in his eyes brighter. The whole look had me extremely aroused. Moments like these, it was hard to believe he was mine. But the platinum and titanium band with black diamonds on his left hand said otherwise. As did his unrelenting devotion.
Wanting to look good for David, and wanting to make David look good for choosing me, I wore my black, ripped skinny jeans and a white split-back tee with a black cropped moto jacket. It was simple, classic and very flattering. Accessorizing with my weddings rings, the large diamond hoops, and the black Rolex David had purchased on our wedding day. It seemed the look was having the desired effect, at least on David.
“Could only get a one-bedroom penthouse,” David announced as he approached, carrying a room key. “The two-beds are booked.”
“We don't need a two-bed.”
His eyes darted away and he nodded for the waiter to come over.
“No, but they're nicer,” he said, looking down at me.
“You've seen them?” I asked, my jealousy curling.
“Yeah, stayed here when my condo was renovated.” At my expression, he added gently, “
Alone
.”
The waiter approached. “Yes, Mr. Taylor.”
“We'd like this brought up to our room.” He gestured toward the untouched cake. “With some chocolate covered strawberries and whipped cream.”
“Of course, right away,” the waiter confirmed, before quickly walking away.
“Give me the key and room number and go get our boy,” I said, grabbing my purse as I stood.
“Okay if I bring him in your car?” He held the key out to me as his other hand moved to my back, sliding inside my shirt and around my waist, pulling me into his side.
I didn't know if it was me or him, but that primal, possessive energy felt more intense tonight, rolling off him in waves. The heat and hard contours of his body pressed against me all through dinner, making me feel cherished. Owned. It was comforting in a way I had never known before David. It was intoxicating. I was completely lost in him.
He did own me, and I loved it.
“Of course. He's a perfect angel.” My voice gave away my ongoing arousal.
“You didn't see him with that snake,” he said wryly, walking me over to the elevator.
Oh, God. Why would he bring that up?
“Don't remind me. I kind of feel bad for the thing. Let's not talk about it, and say we did.”
“Deal,” he laughed.
When we reached the elevator, his other arm came around me, yanking my body flush to his, making his hardening length known. He leaned down and his lips sealed over mine, licking into my mouth with lush, long strokes. His slow and deep-penetrating rhythm reminded me of the way his cock moved in and out of me. My body flushed with new arousal at the explicit kiss.
“Hurry,” I breathed when he let me up for air. I felt that pull, the warm tug in my chest drawing me to him.
“Get up to the room.” His gruff demand made my pulse pick up. “Don't talk to strangers.” His lips curved slightly on one side, slowly forming his sexy half-smile.
He covered it quickly, but I saw the flash of insecurity; no doubt at the moment he remembered Zach wasn't a stranger.
He waited until I was on the elevator alone, with only the sixth floor button lit up, as if I couldn't push another button or get off on another floor.
Silly beast.
Within seconds, I was opening the door to the room and was met with a rolling cart filled with everything David had requested.
The dark hardwood floors shone in the ambient light coming from the kitchen. I'd only ever been in one of the suites briefly. This was much nicer. It had a dining room, full kitchen, huge bathroom, and a large living room.
I opened the balcony doors, letting the white curtains billow in. The balcony was spacious with a full sitting area containing a sofa, lounge chairs, and table. The view was exhilarating. And the energy... At our house, it was quiet and serene. But down here you could really feel the chaotic energy of Hollywood.
I'm definitely having breakfast out here.
Finding a robe in the bathroom, I stripped. Then I went out to the balcony, sitting on the sofa, looking over the wall, waiting and watching for David. I heard him before I saw him. I could place the sound of my car anywhere. Seconds later, he was pulling into the drive.
A few moments later, he was opening the door to the penthouse. Chance hopped on the nearest couch seconds before David emerged from the hall. He paused, his eyes immediately finding me. Then he was moving. His shirt hit the floor, followed by his boots and jeans as he prowled over. His honed muscles flexed with his graceful movements. His face was hard and his gaze was fierce and hungry. He looked menacing in the faint light.
Before I knew what was happening, he had me flat on the couch, his hand pushing inside my robe, kneading my breast with hungry aggression. A low growl rumbled from him. His other hand was roughly freeing me of the confines of the thick terrycloth. Our heavy breaths echoed loudly between us. Then that hand pushed between my thighs and one finger slid along my cleft, pushing in. His guttural groan had everything inside me clenching. He braced on a forearm as his body came down over mine, his thighs shoving mine wide as his body settled on me.
My leg came up against his ribs, and a deep, appreciative noise vibrated his chest. His hand gripped my hip, squeezing, encouraging me to tilt them up. When I did, his hips rolled, sinking deep in one smooth motion. I moaned at the invasion, savoring the full feeling. His arms closed around me, hugging me to him.
“I want
I love you sex
tonight,” he rasped against my neck.
With his aggression, I didn't think it would last, but I nodded anyway.
His hips pulled back, then rolled in slowly.
“Yes,” I hissed. My neck arched at the feeling of his wide crown pushing into me again, nudging my end. His warm, taut chest pressed to mine, and his hard stomach flexed against my soft flesh. Each slow thrust made me feel crazed.
“David,” I breathed, my hips churning, meeting his, silently begging him to speed up his slow pace.
“Fuck, you feel so right, it hurts sometimes,” he confessed against my skin. I shuddered, his sincerity reaching a closed off part of me, opening me up, making my eyes brim with overwhelming emotion.
“I love you. I really fucking love you,” I whispered thickly.
He pulled back, searching my face, his hips slowing. “Finally,” he breathed, sounding relieved. I huffed a laugh and he kissed and licked my falling tears away. My hips tilted up in silent request. He obliged, rolling into me with slow explicitness, and I savored every centimeter of his cock sliding in and out. “It scares me sometimes.” His voice was a guttural rasp. “How much I love you. How much I
need
you. When you're not with me, I feel like I can't breathe.” He studied me with a reverence I couldn't understand. His head dipped down, and his lips captured mine, moving with a tenderness that made my heart ache. Then I tasted fresh tears, his tears, and everything in me stilled. Everything seemed to stop as his breath gusted against my skin. After a moment, his lips moved ardently over mine as his hips rolled with new purpose, his body trembling.