The Winemaker's Dinner: Entrée (11 page)

A devilish look flashed across his face, and she could tell he was wondering just how far she was willing to go.
All the way, baby, all the way
. She began to undo his zipper, but stopped halfway when he grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her toward him. Bringing his mouth to hers, he delivered a passionate kiss, fueled by a fire that had been ignited hours ago.

The car lurched a bit and, passion or no, she remembered they were screaming down Mulholland Drive and approaching Dead Man’s Outlook, one of the most notoriously deadly curves in the Hollywood Hills. She wriggled out of his grasp, breaking the kiss. “Maybe you should keep your eyes on the road, baby.”

“Good Lord, Jaden.” He reached down and unzipped his pants the rest of the way. “You can be such a cocktease sometimes, you know it?”

She shifted on the seat to face him, licking her bottom lip. Her tongue scraped across her teeth, and she could feel herself getting wetter. This game of cat and mouse was about to come to an end. It was time the mouse got a little taste of the cheese.

She paused as Ivan maneuvered the car around Dead Man’s Outlook, but once they were safely around the bend, she unbuckled her seatbelt and got to her knees on the black leather seat. The music continued to flow through her body like a rhythmic aphrodisiac, and her pussy thrummed with the beat. With one hand, she steadied herself on the dashboard, and with the other, she hiked up her dress, giving her more freedom to move and exposing the bare cheeks of her ass.

“Maybe we should wait until we get back to your place.” Ivan sounded tortured, his words dripping with need and anticipation.

“You take care of the driving, and I’ll take care of you,” she said, bending over his lap.

With her mouth inches from his cock, she looked up at him, silently asking for permission. The look on his face told her all she needed to know. His needs were as great as her own. With the flick of a lever, he tilted the steering wheel and readjusted himself in the seat. He knotted his fingers through her hair, but this time he didn’t try to kiss her. He guided her head to his lap. She opened her mouth, and her lips surrounded his throbbing cock, taking him into her mouth and down her throat, every luscious inch of him.

The rhythm of the music, the vibrating of the car, and her sucking as she swallowed Ivan drove her just about over the top. Her hand stroked the base of his cock, and her tongue flicked the tip. Each of her movements made him harder and wilder, and he began to thrust himself into her mouth. She could feel his hand riding up her thigh. The cool flow of air from the air conditioner blew between her legs, a welcome relief from the heat coursing through her. His hand now rested at the sweet spot just below the cheeks of her ass, and his fingers toyed with the fabric between her legs. Pulling it aside, he slid his middle finger into her core and stroked it back and forth in sync with each pull she took on his cock.

She moaned and cried out, releasing his dick from her mouth, only to take it back in a second later even deeper than she had before.

“Fuck me!” Ivan groaned and grabbed the back of her head, guiding her movements and pushing himself farther down her throat.

He thrust forward and at the same time hit the accelerator, causing the car to lurch again. He jerked it hard to the right, and the inertia forced Jaden’s head deeper into his lap.

She sat up on her knees, gasping and coughing for air. “I’m back to thinking we’d better wait until we get home. My gag reflexes can’t take another hit like that. Deep throating is one thing, but I think you were in my stomach.”

“Ooh, sorry, babe,” he managed before bursting out laughing. After a moment he wiped tears from his face. “I think you may be right.”

He looked over and she scowled, which set him off laughing again, and this time she joined him. He took her hand and squeezed. She smiled and settled into her seat to enjoy the rush of speed. Ivan’s laughter hadn’t slowed him down any. Road signs passed by in a blur, and just as she was about to mention their exit, he veered hard to the right and they sped over to the off ramp. The next two miles flew by. Speed limits were shattered, and stop signs were merely suggestions. They both knew what was on the menu for this evening, and it seems they were famished. Gratification was just around the corner…

The Roadster screeched to a halt. Barefoot and dishevelled, she ran to the door and fumbled with the keys. Ivan was right on her heels with fire in his eyes. The front door to her townhouse burst open, and they tumbled into the hall. Before she could turn to face him, his hands were on her shoulders, holding her against the wall. His teeth scraped the skin just below her ear, and his tongue trailed fire across her flesh. Goose bumps rose on her forearms. With a twist she freed herself from his grasp and ran toward the stairs.

“Catch me if you can!”

“Two can play this game,” he yelled after her as he began to run.

She took the stairs two at a time, and she could hear him drawing near. As she reached the top, her toe caught on the step. Red-hot pain shot through her knee as it skimmed the carpet, but that faded in an instant as Ivan wrapped his hands around her ankle and pulled. She slid down the stairs, and he captured her in his arms.

He rested his hands on either side of her head, steadying himself on the stairs, and hovered inches above her. “You didn’t really think you were going to outrun me, did you?”

“You haven’t caught me yet, doc,” she squealed, backing up the stairs.

A glint sparkled in Ivan’s eye. The tables had been turned. He was the cat and she was the mouse. He was the hunter. She was the prey. In a final attempt at escape, she twisted her body and propelled herself up the steps.

She could feel him behind her, his hot breath tickling the back of her neck. They raced into the bedroom, and his arms wrapped around her waist. They collapsed onto the bed, succumbing to a fit of giggles. All around them were mounds of dresses that hadn’t made the cut, and they now provided an extra layer of cushioning. Jaden struggled to rid herself of the emerald green dress she wore while Ivan tossed around on the bed beside her, making quick work of his pants and shirt. This was the last time they’d see each other for weeks, so there was no time for pleasantries.

He rolled onto his back and disposed of his briefs. His erection sprung free and stood at full attention: hard, throbbing, and demanding to be touched. Following his lead, she stripped out of her bra and panties and tossed them to the floor. She straddled his legs and felt him tense beneath her. Leaning over, she opened her mouth and enveloped him, picking up where they’d left off in the car. Her mouth moved languidly down his shaft, and she felt him twitch as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat.

“Stop!” Ivan’s hands circled her forearms, and he pulled her up the length of his body. “If you keep that up, I’m a goner, and I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.”

“Hmm…” she breathed. “I like the sound of that.” Her body slid against his as she positioned herself above him. She reached between them and grasped his cock, positioning it at the entrance to her sex, she began to lower herself onto him. At that moment he raised his hips from the bed and thrust into her, filling every inch.

“Agh!” she cried, and he stilled within her.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she assured him. “That was just a little…unexpected.”

He eased out of her and relaxed his hips on the bed, letting her take the lead. She rocked back and forth, slowly at first, but her tempo increased with every downward thrust. He snaked his hands around her waist, his fingers biting into her flesh as she surrendered herself to him. God, how she loved the feel of him in her, filling her, the touch of his hands searing her already heated skin.

Suddenly he flung her onto her back and plunged into her. Her moans morphed into screams as his cock drove deep into her pussy. She wanted to beg, to plead for release, but she was lost to his touch. Ivan stroked into her, and his cock brushed the bundle of nerves buried deep within. Her legs began to tremble. She was on the cusp of a monumental orgasm that had begun at the party, but just as she was about to spill over the edge, to find sweet release, he withdrew.

“Get on your knees,” he demanded before she could utter a word of protest.

She smiled. She loved it when dominant Ivan came out to play, so she complied. She’d barely registered what was happening before he slammed into her from behind, once again bringing her hard and fast to the brink of orgasm. His chest pressed against her back as he laid a trail of fiery kisses from one shoulder to the other. His breath felt warm as he whispered hoarsely against her skin.

“Do you trust me?” His voice was raspy, his breathing uneven.

She glanced over her shoulder, puzzled. “Of course I trust you, but—”

“Shh…” He pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her.

She closed her eyes. The feel of his fingers caressing her clit as he took her from behind was nothing new, but she did not expect to feel his fingers trailing along the crevice of her ass to circle the tight bud of her anus.

“Ivan…” She began to object, but she did trust him…

He slowed to a stop as the tip of his finger breeched the taut ring of muscles, and she let out an audible gasp. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “I mean no. Don’t stop.” Being touched in such an intimate spot had her senses reeling and made it impossible to form a coherent thought. This was more pleasurable than she could’ve imagined, and she found herself pressing back against his finger, burying it deeper. When at last her muscles relaxed enough to allow him complete entry, he eased a second finger into her.

Jaden had never felt so full in her life, and never had she dreamed that being taken in such a way would make her feel so sated. As her body became accustomed to the sensation, she started to move her hips, thrusting back against him, taking more of him into her. She tilted her hips and pushed against him, and with one final backward thrust, she came. Waves of pleasure radiated everywhere in her body, washing over her like a tidal wave. Her mind was hazy as her stomach coiled and another climax began to build. Not trusting her legs to hold her, Jaden bent over and placed her elbows on the bed for support. She felt a biting sting as Ivan withdrew his fingers from her ass, and the sensation caused her to explode around him and left her wanting more.

As if sensing this, he thrust into her at a maddening speed. He wrapped his arm around her stomach and pulled her up into his chest. His cock twitched inside her, and he pulled out to come on the small of her back. Sucking and licking the base of her neck, Ivan continued to grind against her ass, prolonging the bliss until he’d emptied himself.

She collapsed on the bed, taking him with her, and quivered as remnants of the monumental orgasm she’d just experienced flitted through her body. “That was amazing,” she whispered. “You’re amazing.”

“No,” he responded, kissing her forehead. “
We’re
amazing.”

They lay, naked and lazy in each other’s embrace, for what felt like hours. Moonlight streamed through the window, and the fluid on her back began to cool. With great reluctance, she extricated herself from Ivan’s arms and stood. “I think it’s time for a shower.”

“Agreed,” he said. He grabbed his shirt from the floor and wiped away the cream that smeared his thighs.

She could feel his gaze on her with every step she took. With deliberate movements, she entered the bathroom and bent over to turn on the shower, exposing everything she had to him. She felt a blush warm her cheeks, but she smiled. The mattress squeaked, and she knew he was coming to join her. Somehow, they’d managed to maintain the perfect balance of love and lust, despite the nearly three thousand miles between them.

“Listen to Her Heart”

“H
EY
, S
WEETS
!”

Jaden gripped the countertop in the studio kitchen, took a deep, calming breath, and counted down from ten. This was her new reality, and she needed to find a way to manage it. She’d been pleasantly surprised by Damian’s on-camera personality during the first few shows they’d taped together. He’d been focused, attentive to her instructions, and professional to the crew. But in the ensuing months, he seemed to believe he’d mastered everything, and he was increasingly difficult and cocky. When her count reached one, she placed a smile on her face and turned around—only to discover just how close behind her he’d been standing. Raising a finger, she warned, “If you call me that one more time, I swear to God I’ll rip your tongue out.”

“Oh, feisty! I like that.” He seemed about to add another snappy remark, but instead raised his arms and took a step back. “I was joking around,” he said. “You know, trying to lighten the mood. I promise to behave now.”

“No, you weren’t, and no, you won’t. It seems you don’t know how to behave, Damian,” she retorted. “This is a professional workplace, and you’ve
met
my boyfriend, so please stop with the sleazy antics.”

“Listen, Jade…”

Sweets? Jade? Was it too much to ask that he call her by her proper name?

“I really am sorry,” he added. “I’m not trying to step on your boyfriend’s toes. I just want us to have some fun together. If my sense of humor offended you, I’m sorry. For the sake of the show, can we at least try to be cordial to each other?”