Front Man: The Complete Trilogy (4 page)

Jack
paused for a moment, taking in the vision before him. His eyes
followed the line of her body, from the twin orbs of her breasts to
her long, smooth legs. And the look of pure lust that sparkled in
her eyes. She held out her arms, and Jack fell into them. Kissing him
hard, Sara tugged at his t-shirt and eased it over his head. Jack
moved to help her, slipping off his pants, so only his tight boxers
remained. Sara ran her hand over the outline of his erection,
relishing his hardness. Jack sighed. Getting to her knees, Sara
slowly slid his boxers down, freeing his hard on. Jack let out a moan
as she lowered her lips to the head of his cock, teasing the
sensitive tip with her tongue. One hand moved to stroke his balls, as
slowly she took him in her mouth, easing her lips down his throbbing
shaft until he was pushing against the back of her throat.

“Oh
God, Sara.”

She slid
her lips up and down his cock, allowing her tongue to tease him with
every stroke. Jack was gasping now, overwhelmed by the intensity of
the feeling, desperately trying to hold back the climax that he could
feel building. He never wanted this to end, but at the same time he
was desperate to be inside her. At last, he placed his hands on the
side of her face, coaxing her up to face him. She smiled naughtily,
sending shivers through him.

“Please,
Jack,” she whispered, “I want you.”

Sara
sighed as Jack eased her down onto the mattress, then placed both
hands under her ass and pulled her towards him. Spreading her legs
wide, he rolled a condom onto his length. Jack teased her for a
moment longer, sliding the tip of his erection between the wet lips
of her pussy, rubbing himself against her sensitive clit until she
moaned. Pausing at the entrance to her dripping pussy, Jack pushed
just the tip of his cock inside her.

“Oh
God, Jack, please. Please baby.”

Without
warning, Jack slid his full length inside her, making Sara gasp. His
cock was so deliciously thick, it hit all of her most sensitive
spots, and she felt filled for the first time. Complete. As he moved
faster, picking up the pace, Sara arched her back and ground herself
against him. Jack gripped her ankles and lifted her legs so they
rested on his shoulders, allowing him to penetrate her even more
deeply. Sara's eyes flew open, and she saw Jack's face, looking at
her with an expression of raw lust. She groaned. She had never been
fucked like this before.

Jack
could feel his orgasm building, and he slowed his strokes a little,
finally easing himself out of Sara's hot slit.

“Turn
over baby,” he commanded, and Sara was more than happy to
comply. With a gently slap on the backside, he ushered her up to the
head of the bead.

“Hold
on to the headboard,” Jack growled, and the sound of his voice,
thick with desire, turned Sara on so much that she had to comply. On
her knees, she clung to the solid wood, feeling Jack move behind her.
His hands found her breasts, caressing them gently. Then a hand
snaked between her legs, toying with her clit. Just when she felt she
could take his teasing no longer, Jack entered her roughly from
behind, pounding his cock into with a force that took her breath
away. Pleasure coursed through her, each wave hitting her with
greater intensity until she exploded into a breathtaking orgasm. As
he felt her pussy contract around him, Jack finally let himself go,
coming in spasms that made his whole body shudder. They collapsed
together in a heap on the bed, sweaty but satisfied.

***

Jack's
eyes fluttered open. He felt disoriented and his mouth was dry. Sara
was asleep in his arms, and he took a moment to relish her soft
warmth pressed against him. Gently, he eased himself up off the bed,
trying not to wake her, and padded to the bathroom. In the harsh
overhead light, the bags under his eyes were more pronounced. It was
five am. The car for the airport would be picking them up at six.
Jack wasn't sure what he would say to Michael after yesterday's
events, but he was not looking forward to the confrontation. With a
sigh, he turned the shower on to the hottest setting and tried to
wash his worries away.

Jack
gave the room a final once over, checking for anything he might have
left behind. He hadn't actually unpacked in the first place, which
made things a little easier. He made sure he had his wallet, his
medication and his passport. Ready to rock. Then he tiptoed back in
to the bedroom. Sara was still fast asleep, curled up in the middle
of the bed with the covers pulled right up to her chin. He couldn't
help but smile. She looked so pretty and innocent. Part of him wanted
to wake her, but he wasn't sure what he would say...Jack loathed
goodbyes. And what did he have to offer a girl like that? Months on
end following a miserable shell of a man around on tour, a different
hotel every night, constant harassment by the press...no, that was no
life for anyone. Even if she would agree to it. Yet the thought of
never seeing her again made him feel hollow inside. Jack grabbed a
piece of hotel notepaper, and scribbled down a hasty message. Bending
down, he placed it carefully on the
night stand
,
then planted a feather light kiss on the top of Sara's head. She
didn't even stir. With one last look at her sleeping face, Jack
turned and hurried out of the suite, dragging his baggage behind him.

***

“Sara!
Sara, what the hell, wake up?”

Sara
reluctantly opened her eyes to find Erica perched at the end of the
bed, wrapped in a hotel robe.

“Hi...you
ok? How do you feel?”

“What?
Yeah I'm fine, except I woke up in a strange hotel room with no idea
how I got here. What the hell happened last night?”

Sara
gave Erica a run down of the evening's events, all the time trying to
stifle the sadness welling up inside her. Jack was gone. He had run
out without even saying goodbye. She should have known it was just a
meaningless one night stand, but somehow it had felt different. Like
something more intimate had passed between them. As she finished her
story, she realised Erica was staring at her with wide eyes.

“No
fucking way! This is Jack Carter's hotel suite? Oh my god, that is so
cool! Wait....did you...you didn't!”

Sara's
blushes were all the response her best friend needed. Her mouth
dropped open.

“Sara!
You and Jack Carter....Oh my god!” Erica squealed, unable to
string together a coherent sentence. Suddenly her eyes fell on
something on the
night stand
, and she
leaned over Sara to snatch it up.

“Oh
wow, look, he's left you a note!”

Sara's
heart leapt. Maybe...just maybe she hadn't been fooling herself. She
grabbed the piece of paper from Erica's hand, racing to read the
message.

“Sara.
Flight is early, had to go, didn't want to wake you. Room is good
until 1pm, feel free to order breakfast, charge it to my tab. It was
lovely to meet you. If you'd like to go for dinner some time, this is
my number. Jack.”

A
telephone number was scrawled beneath the message. Feeling like a
smitten schoolgirl, Sara clutched the paper to her chest. She was
grinning from ear to ear.

“I
can't believe you bagged Jack Carter. You have to teach me your
secrets!” Erica giggled, flopping back onto the pile of cosy
pillows. Sara smiled at her friend.

“Maybe
after breakfast. Pass me that room service menu, will you?”

It had
been a crazy twenty-four hours. As she folded the note and stashed it
carefully in her purse, all Sara could think about was Jack. She felt
sure she would see him again. The only question was when...and
whether she could stand the wait.

Sara sighed
as she stepped off the bus. The weight of her bag was starting to
hurt her shoulder; she should have left some of those files at the
office. Even though it was only a five minute walk from the stop to
her apartment, she wasn't looking forward to it. Her whole body
sagged from exhaustion as she dragged herself along the sidewalk, but
she managed to look on the bright side. Working late wasn't so bad
when you love your job. Sara had only been at Waters and Prescott
Advertising for two months, but she already felt like part of the
team. Her boss had hinted that a promotion might be in the works if
she put the effort in, so she was doing everything she could to get
ahead.

Sara wiggled her key in the lock, until
finally the heavy door swung open. All the lights and the television
were on, but there was no sign of Erica. She was probably holed up in
her bedroom with Matt, the new guy she'd been dating. Sara only hoped
they weren't too loud; it had been a long week, and she badly needed
some sleep. She kicked off her shoes, hung up her jacket and
stretched luxuriously. Catching sight of her laptop sitting on the
coffee table, Sara was tempted to log in to her email. She hadn't
heard from Jack for a few days, and he wasn't answering her texts. To
be honest, she was beginning to worry. Though she told herself he was
just focused on the tour, she had a feeling things weren't quite
right. Since meeting him backstage three months earlier, Jack had
been in contact nearly every day. Though he was hundreds of miles and
several time zones away, they had grown close over the past few
months. They had only made love that one, incredible time, but Sara
felt a connection to Jack that she hadn't experienced before.
Sometimes his messages sounded so hopeless and lonely, that she
wished she could magic herself over the ocean and wrap her arms
around him, tell him everything was going to be okay. Other times he
was upbeat, full of life, excited about travelling and writing new
music. Either way, she longed to see him. As far as Sara was
concerned, the tour couldn't be over soon enough.

As she opened her in-box, Sara felt a
wave of disappointment. No new messages. Grumpily, she slammed the
lid shut and headed for her room. A long, hot shower and bed were the
only things on her mind.

Wrapped in a fluffy towel, Sara twisted
the handle of the bathroom door. She didn't hear the sound of the
shower running until it was too late.

Erica and Matt were entwined under the
spray, running their soapy hands over each others glistening wet
bodies.

“Oh,shit, sorry!” Sara
blurted, and went to back out of the room. Matt look startled and
tried to position himself behind his naked girlfriend, although not
before Sara caught a glimpse of his sizable erection. Good for Erica,
she though to herself. Her friend stepped out of the shower
completely nude and wrapped a towel loosely around herself, leaving
her boyfriend cowering in the corner of the shower.

“Sara! You're back, I thought you
might have gone out. Sorry I forgot to lock the door.” Erica
giggled, entirely unembarrassed. By the slight lilt in her voice,
Sara guessed she'd had a few glasses of wine already.

“No problem, I'll wait till
you're done.”

Erica laughed again. “We might be
a little while. Did you just get back from work? It's so late! I feel
like all you do is work these days, I never see you.”

Sara felt a small stab of guilt. She'd
assumed Erica would be too busy with Matt to notice, but she had been
neglecting her best friend. Erica grabbed a bottle of wine from the
counter and swigged straight from it before offering it to Sara, who
shook her head.

“I think I'll just head to bed,
I'm beat. Don't want to rush you guys.”

“You could always join us.
There's plenty of room.” Erica smiled and dropped her towel,
revealing her soft curves. She turned and stepped back into the
shower, wrapping her arms around Matt's neck and pulling him into a
deep kiss. One hand snaked down his firm body, and she began to
gently stroke his length. Sara felt her cheeks flame, not sure what
to do. Yet she found her eyes drawn to their bodies as they pressed
into each other, Matt's hands roaming over the slickness of Erica's
skin. Erica beckoned to her, smiling and giving her a wink.

“Come on, Sara. Be a bit naughty
for once. It might be fun.”

“You're drunk.”

“Yeah, maybe a little. But the
offer still stands, doesn't it Matt?”

Matt looked up at her shyly, and she
could feel his eyes trying to burn through the towel that covered
her. Sara couldn't help but notice how good he looked naked, with his
toned chest and muscly arms. In her most private moments, alone with
her vibrator, she had dreamed about having a threesome. Part of her
wanted to drop the towel, slip into the shower and allow herself to
be pleasured. After all, Erica was her best friend. They had seen
each other naked plenty of times before. It wouldn't be that
strange...except, of course, it would. Sara shook her head again,
rolling her eyes at her friend. As much as she might be tempted,
there were certain lines she knew not to cross, however fun things
looked on the other side.

“I think you'll be fine without
me. Thanks all the same though. You two have fun now.”

“Oh, we will,” Erica
laughed, pressing herself into Matt as she slid the shower door
closed. Sara hurried out of the bathroom, half freaked out and half
amused by their antics. She also couldn't help feeling a little
jealous. It would be so nice to have someone to come home, someone to
soap her up in the shower after a long day. But the only man she was
interested in was half way around the world. His life was full of
gigs and hotel rooms, not Friday nights in with take out and a bottle
of wine. Suddenly, Sara felt miserable. To her surprise, tears welled
up behind her eyes, and she bit her lip, trying to pull herself
together. There was no use pining over a guy she barely knew. It was
just one night, she told herself, as she slipped into her coziest
pj’s and climbed beneath her comforter. However much she hoped,
she would probably never see Jack Carter again.