Say You Love Her, An L.A. Love Story (25 page)

“Why don’t you ride back with me?” I say.

“It costs too much money to leave my car here overnight.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.”

“Actually I do. It’s the principle.” She’s chewing on her bottom lip and her arms are folded in front of her. I’ve noticed that she does that when she’s waiting to be convinced to see things someone else’s way—in this case, my way.
 

“I beg to differ. You’re saving money on gas and releasing fewer fumes into the environment. And I can use the company.”

And just like that she throws her hands up in surrender.

First we collect her suitcase from the trunk. I’ve never known a woman who travels as light as she does.

“How did your friend get out of here?” I ask as I put the suitcase in my trunk.
 

“One of our friends picked him up.”

I step up behind her to open the car door. I try not to look at her ass in those jeans, but I can’t help it. They’re really tight. I think they’re the stretchy kind. “‘Our friends’?”

She tenses up as my dick brushes her ass. “Yes,” she croaks.

We’re stuck in an awkward position. My hand is on the door latch, but I can’t open it because she’s standing between it and me. Angelina smells so damn good, and if I took my other hand and wrapped it around her, I could cup a handful of plump tit.
 

I watch her shoulders as they rise and fall.
 

“Are you going to open the door?” she whispers.

“I can’t.” I slide my hand along the curve of her hip. “You’re in the way.”

“That’s because you’re in the way.” She chuckles.

I step back, and she quickly steps to the side. I open the door. Angelina avoids any kind of contact as she gets in.

It’s late in the afternoon, but the sunlight still burns my eyes. I put on a pair of sunglasses, which let me sneak little peeks at my passenger without getting caught. I check out the way she sits with her hands smashed between her thighs. Every now and then she shakes her right leg. Angelina’s nipples are poking the red
L
and the
Y
in the word
Lucky
that’s written across her shirt. I remember her bras being so thin that you can hardly tell she has one on. It’s set in stone: I’m going to dine on her tits for an hour straight the next time they’re in my mouth. Then she bites her bottom lip. I’m going to chew on that too.
 

I clear my throat and adjust in my seat. My dick has gotten harder, and it needs more space in my pants. “So when were you going to call me?” I ask. Since I’m stopped at a light, I watch her undistracted for a moment.
 

“I don’t know—probably soon,” she says.

Ouch
. I snort cynically. I’ve had blue-ball nights just thinking about her. “I didn’t mean a damn thing to you then, right?”

She faces forward. The light turns green and I take off so quickly that my engine roars, but I get a hold of myself and slow down.
 

“It’s not that you didn’t mean anything to me.” She speaks so softly that I can hardly hear her. She closes her eyes to rub her forehead. “I can’t get rid of the image.”

I drive past the freeway entrance, turn down a side street off Santa Monica Boulevard, and find a space to park. She examines me curiously, probably wondering why the hell I stopped here.

“Angelina, I know that was fucked up.”

“Have you had sex with her again after that?” she asks.

“No. We did have dinner last night.”

She sniffs and shakes her head.
 

“No, you have the wrong idea,” I say.

“What other idea am I supposed to have, Charlie? We’re just going to have to get over each other. Maybe she’s the one for you. Because you keep going back to her.”

Shit, I can’t believe what I’m hearing. She has it all wrong. “If I wanted Monroe, do you think I’d be sitting here with you?”

“Then maybe you’re attracted to her sexually, like you’re attracted to me.”

“I haven’t had sex with Monroe, Angelina!” I’m losing my patience with her but not my fucking hard-on. “We talked last night. She knows I love you. And she is embarrassed about getting caught on her knees.”

“She should be,” Angelina snaps.
 

“Well, she is.”

Angelina exhales forcefully through her nose and then shakes her head. “I don’t want to dump on Monroe. You were pursuing her before I came along. She probably really likes you, and women can do crazy shit when they’re in love. But…” she pauses, tilts her head, and gazes into my eyes.

“But what?” I’m barely audible.

“Did you say you love me?”

I nod. “I do. I love you. Shit, I love you. That’s why you have to figure out a way to forgive me because I’m not going to be able to get over you. I will know when you know, and I will meet you on Mars.”

She’s stunned. “I wrote that.”
 

“On a newspaper.”

“You found it.”

“Was it about me?”

“Yes, it was.”

“I know now. I need you to know. I’m ready to go to Mars.”

Her lips form a slow smile that’s punctuated with her chewing on her bottom lip. “Are you sure?” she whispers.

I blow a sigh and cup my hand around her chin. “What do you think?”
 

“I think you are.”

“Can I kiss you?”

She nods.

First I take her bottom lip between my teeth and suck it into my mouth. Then I do the same with her top lip. A moan escapes her as I squeeze both of her tits. I pinch her nipples hard. She winces. I’m satisfied. I wanted her to feel the sting. Shit, I have to stop. I’m ready to burst. After collecting myself, I cut on the engine, make a U-turn, and head back toward the freeway. I can’t look at her or speak to her, not yet. But I have my hand between her legs, giving the hot spot there a deep massage.

Her eyes are on me, but there’s no way I’m going to look at her. I might crash into the hillside if that happens. I abandon her crotch for her tits but that takes my excitement to the extreme, so I end up clenching both hands on the steering wheel. We’re less than ten minutes away from my house. It’s imperative that I think of something else besides banging her—making love to her. My pulse is racing. My heart is pounding. The anticipation of fucking her is driving me up the wall.

“I like your jeans,” I say because they’re so tight and thin that I could feel her clit right through them. I would massage it again if I had more self-control.

“I can loan them to you whenever you like,” she jokes.

“And you’d cut your hair the last time I saw you.”

“Yes, I did.”

“It grew back some.” I floor it through a yellow light. Less than a mile and we’ll be there.

“I haven’t had time to get a haircut.”

“Jacques told me about the play. How is it going?”

“The plug’s been pulled.” She sighs and in my peripheral vision I can see her pushing her tits up high. “The reviews were unforgiving. But they did say that I was an exceptional dancer who was”—she draws quotes in the air—“figuratively slumming it.”

“No…”
 

“Yes.”
 

I turn into my driveway and stop in front of the garage. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be. It’s the truth. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m good enough for Broadway. I can dance in the big shows.”

“You’ve never failed to inspire me with your dancing.” I recall how easy it is to bend her any way I want.

The garage door closes behind us as her hand squeezes my cock.
Shit
.

“I thought so,” she whispers with her mouth near my lips. “I feel what I inspire in you, Charlie Lord.”

I take her at the back of the neck and smash her lips onto mine. Our tongues are old friends. They know how to derive pleasure out of the hot kiss between us. I tear my mouth from hers, jump out of the car, open her door, and lead her up the steps. My hands are shaking so much that I can barely get the key in the lock. It’s as though I’ve been in hell for a hundred years and I’m about to get my first swallow of ice water.
 

As soon as we’re inside I push her up against the wall. We’re kissing so hard that I can’t breathe. Oh, that ass. I turn her around and jab my dick against it. I’m ready to dry hump her all the way to the finish line.
 

“Shit,” I murmur. “Why did you make me wait this long?”

She moans because I’m squeezing the hell out of the tips of her tits. “Say you’re sorry?” I stick my tongue into her ear to taste the saltiness. “Say it,” I demand and pinch her tits tighter.

Angelina gasps. “I’m sorry,” she says.

That’s it. I walk her down the hallway, impatiently sucking the skin of her neck into my mouth. She’s whimpering in my arms. My dick is about to explode. We arrive at my bedroom. I spin her around to face me, kiss her mouth, and guide her down on the bed.

“Wait,” she says breathlessly. I’ve already unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.

“What?” I’m mad with desire. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth.

“You said you love me…”
 

I suck on her top lip. She pushes me back long enough to say, “I didn’t say it back.”

“That’s okay.” My tongue is stroking hers as I loosen my jeans and let my dick go free.
 

She puts a hand on my chest to slow me down. “It’s not okay.”
 

I back away and stand up. “You don’t want to do this?”

Angelina reaches up, grabs me by the collar, and pulls me to her. We stretch out facing each other. Her hand is gently rubbing my dick, and our noses are nearly touching.
 

“I want you, but I want to tell you that I love you too.”

“Do you?”

“Yes, I do.” She scowls as though it hurts to say “I love you.”

“We love each other. Now let’s fuck.” I hop up and pull off her ankle boots.

Angelina chuckles as she boosts herself up on her elbows. “Get back over here please,” she says.
 

Shit. I force myself to be patient as I stretch out beside her. “What else?”

She pets the side of my face. “You sound impatient.”

I point down at my johnson. “He’s waited long enough.”

“You really haven’t been with anyone else?”

“No.” I’m quick to answer even as I recall the cellist climbing on top of me and sinking her pussy over my dick for a few thrusts. But that doesn’t count.

She glides her fingers down the side of my face and across my bottom lip. “I’m afraid to love you, Charlie. I’m afraid to love anyone. Could you help me with that?”
 

I can hear the angst in her question. She’s lying on her side, facing me. I press my hand on her stomach and guide her flat onto the bed. Her lips are parted and her breathing accelerated. I close my eyes and tenderly run my tongue across her bottom and then her top lip. Her breaths warm my mouth. My hand slides down her belly under the top of her panties until I’m touching her hot and wet pussy. Damn, I whimper like a wounded puppy as I finger-fuck her. Her pants are stretchy enough that I can work my thumb on her clit. I keep my eyes on her pretty face. Shit, I’m about to come as I continue to lick her mouth. Her lips taste so fucking sweet. They’re soft too.

Her sounds are like airy sighs originating from the back of her throat. The tempo is arousing. It’s getting higher. I bring it to a halt and pull her pants off.
Red lace panties
—
see through
. Angelina takes her top off, and I finish undressing myself.
 

“Don’t,” I say before she unhooks her red lace bra.
 

She smirks and bats her eyelashes. “I think you love my nipples more than you love me.”

“I have an equal affection,” I say as I snatch her panties off, pin her knees to the bed, and sink my dick into her glorious pussy.
 

I’m overexcited, fucking her too quickly. “Shit,” I whisper. My dick is being massaged from top to bottom, and it feels so damn good. I must slow down. She wraps her legs around my waist. I thrust into her deep and hold it. We gaze into each other’s eyes. “Shit…” The tightness. The warmth. The wetness. She flexes her pussy muscles around my dick. I stroke her quickly, and she pitches her head back against the pillow.

“Do you like that?” I ask as I plug her. I can’t come yet.

“I do,” she gasps.

I unsnap her bra and free her tits. I shake my head. I don’t know why her twins turn me on like this. I’d never been a tit man until Angelina. I inhale deeply and exhale as I press my tongue against her areola. I run it around her nipple in circles and then push my teeth into her flesh and suck the tip. I latch on and suck the hell out of it. Angelina is moaning and sucking air. She’s fucking feeling it. Her fingernails are digging into my shoulders. I bite harder, and she cries out. I bite harder than I did the first time, and she tightens her stomach and therefore her pussy muscles. And now I’m fucking slain. I’ve held on for as long as I can. I slam my dick in and out of her. My groin lives for this feeling. Harder. Harder. Fucking harder. I’m panting. She’s gasping. I’m hitting bottom, over and over again. “Ah!” I grunt when I orgasm and then spray her warm, wet walls. I’m jolted by the intensity. I’ve given her everything I had stored up in me. Her lips find mine, and we’re kissing passionately. My dick wants to do it again, but it’s a long way from rising to the occasion.
 

I rip my mouth from hers and bite the nipple of the tit I left neglected. She cries out. I’m sucking and biting, remembering all the days and nights I wanted them in my mouth but she denied me access. I can’t stop. I squeeze and pinch the other tit. Angelina twists and winces every time my mouth abandons one tit for the other. My dick is hard enough now. So I stroke her pussy, but I follow her lead as she tightens her walls and angles her hips. I fucking love that she knows how to make her own shit happen. I bite. She jerks. Her nipples are stinging but she knows I love the way they taste because she endures it.

“Ah,” she cries as I pummel her in the spot she guided me to. “Don’t stop, baby,” she moans.

Hearing her say that makes my dick more solid. I pick up the pace. She hugs me around the neck. Fuck, sensations are sparking deep in my dick. I’m going to come. She needs to fucking come so that I can let loose. Finally she whimpers and quakes. Her pussy pulsates. I take her by the hips and slam myself deep inside of her. Shit, her pussy is slaying me. She kisses me. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth as I let go. “Oh…” The fucking sensation of coming… “Oh!”