Starstruck (12 page)

“You’re going to wear me out before midnight at this rate.”
She smiled into the warmth of his neck.

“Ah, but there’s room service. I can always refuel you. Come
on, the water’s getting cold.” He rose from the bath, lifting her.

Her legs were still shaky and Jesse caught her when she slid
on the slippery surface. He hoisted her out of the tub and placed her feet
safely on the bathroom floor, wrapped her in a towel and rubbed her dry.

They ran from the bathroom to the fireplace that joined the
two rooms—her to the bedroom and Jesse to the living room to add more logs and
stoke the orange embers.

When the fire roared, he rounded the wall to the bedroom
where she stood huddled in front of the flames. He sauntered to her side and
stroked her long wet tresses with his fingers. She shivered at his touch and
smiled when he loosened her towel and let it drop to his feet, kicking it out
of the way.

The soft glide of his lips before his tongue parted hers
quickened her pulse. He groaned against her mouth and lowered her to the
fluffy, chocolate-brown rug under their feet, the glow of the fire licking his
skin. Pillowing her with his arm beneath her neck, he glided two fingers through
the silken folds of her pussy.

She was ready, her face surely flushed with the passion he
so easily drew from her. His rolled his hips between her thighs and she
welcomed him, locking her feet behind his knees as he continued to tease with
his fingertips, circling, pressing, her desire building. He gripped his cock
and stroked her, pausing to taunt her live-wired clit.

She clutched the tight muscles of his back, her fingernails
scraping his deliciously smooth skin. She wanted him inside her but he continued
playing, swiping his swollen head over her sex then slowly rimming her
entrance, painting her with his prick, tormenting her, repeating the action
over and over again.

She firmly grabbed his butt cheeks with his next passing,
thrusting her hips to meet him as his cock finally slid inside her. He arched
his back, straightened his arms and raised his chest, growling at the ceiling
as he delved deep in one lunge.

She spread her thighs wide, lost in the bliss of him filling
her, stretching her. He lowered over her, braced on his elbows, his hands on
either side of her face, and moved within her, quickening his pace, his
weighted balls slapping her skin as he drove into her long and hard.

“I love how wet you are for me, baby. Fuck, I can’t get
enough of you,” he panted, emphasizing his words with a grind against her clit,
leaving her no doubts about his desire.

She dug her fingers into his flesh, urging him deeper as she
raised her legs to his shoulders, opening herself for him—one of his favorite
positions.

He pulled out and crawled to his knees, staring between them
with rapt attention as he slowly pushed back in. Once he’d squeezed his cock
deep inside her, he held his hips still, tightly clutching her thighs.

With a heavy breath she closed her eyes, trying to rock
against him, urging him to get moving. When she reopened them, he lunged
forward. His tongue plundered her mouth. She whimpered into his kiss, begging
him to finish her.

He moved his hips, swirling inside her as he ground his
groin against her enflamed flesh. Her stomach muscles tightened, her legs
clamped over his shoulders. Her inner walls spasmed around his cock and she
rolled her head from side to side, letting her third orgasm of the evening
envelop her.

Her legs shuddered uncontrollably as she opened her eyes to
find his face strained. His jaw was clenched, eyes squeezed tight as if he was
expending every ounce of his concentration and willpower, holding off from
release on purpose while she was in the throes of pure ecstasy.

Easing off, he lowered her legs, slid down her stomach
almost snakelike, kissing a trail from her breasts to the light thatch of hair
between her bent legs. He nuzzled her with his nose as if he were breathing in
her scent, licked the narrow cavern where her thigh met her cheeks, dragging
his tongue up the sensitive crease.

She tenderly ran her fingers through his blond hair, not
expecting him to linger. She had come alone so far and it made her uneasy.

Surprise washed through her when he parted her with his
thumbs and lowered his mouth to taste her. She was hypersensitive, acutely
aware of every nerve her frame housed. He latched onto her clit and sucked,
pursing his lips. Her breath hitched and she wiggled away from him until the
contact broke.

“Too soon?” He smiled innocently from between her legs.

“Ah, you could say that.” She grabbed his arms and attempted
to pull him back up to her.

“Uh uh. I’m not finished with you yet. I wanna make you come
at least a half dozen times…even if it kills me.”

“Baby, what are you doing?” Her voice was so husky and low
she barely recognized it as her own. “I couldn’t be more satisfied, honestly.
Can’t you tell? C’mon up here with me. I want you to kiss me.”

“That’s the plan.” He lowered his face between her legs once
more, staring at her sex in the light of the fire before ever so gently licking
around the entrance of her pussy.

She quivered, about to object, but an overwhelming surge of
delight ran under her skin when his tongue entered her, licking her from
within.

“Ohhh…Jesse.”

He made love to her with his tongue and her entire body
responded. She tingled in places she never knew existed. He was an absolute
genius. He lightly stroked her sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb,
making sure it was no longer uncomfortable before spreading her, suckling hard.
He pushed two of his fingers inside and drove her slowly toward bliss while his
tongue circled her clit.

She attempted to wrap her feet around any part of his body
but he held her thighs open, pushing them wider apart. He was rhythmic with his
long strong fingers, entering a third, squeezing them inside her.

Moans escaped her lips before orgasm number four effectively
silenced her. Only the pulse of rushing blood filled her ears as the enormity
of her climax rippled through her pussy and up her spine.

* * * * *

He lowered her legs and kissed her thigh before crawling to
her side. He held her to his chest, her breathing ragged, the elegant rug
sensual and soft against his bare skin. He traced a line down her back as she
nuzzled him, sighing.

“Happy?” He lifted her hand and kissed it.

“Deliriously.”

Her face was angelic, her long black lashes fanning the tops
of her cheeks as he stared at her from above. He wanted her to remember this
night for the rest of her life—to remember him as the man, not the rock star.

They lay in one another’s arms until the chill returned, the
fire having dwindled to glowing cinders.

“Ready for round five?” he asked softly.

Sam rolled her head back on his shoulder and met his gaze.
“Jesse, what are you doing? I’m having the night of my life, but you…you
haven’t even …”

“Shhh…don’t mind me. This is all part of the master plan.
Six, remember?” He kissed her forehead and stroked her arm on his chest. He was
achingly hard for her, his balls throbbing, so swollen he was afraid they’d
explode if she so much as brushed them with her thigh.

After pulling her to her feet, he led her to the bed and sat
her on the edge. He tended to the fire, and then caught her checking out his
naked ass. He growled and closed the distance between them in a flash. The bed
was the perfect height for what he had in mind. He bit back a sly smirk, cupped
her face in his hands and bent to kiss her, melding his tongue with hers.

Releasing her, he asked, “Do you trust me?”

“Ha! Famous last words.”

“I’m serious, Samantha. Do you trust me?”

She breathed deep. “I think so.”

“I guess that’ll have to do for now.”

He shoved her back onto the bed and she squealed, her legs
dangling over the edge. Leaning over her, he tweaked her nipples between his
finger and thumb and kissed the curve of her jaw. He raised her hands above her
head, grabbed the big pillows from the top of the mattress and dragged them to
her side. Gliding his fingertips down the inside of her arm, he tickled the
side of her breast before standing at the foot of the bed, widening his stance
and pulling her by her legs, positioning himself between her creamy thighs.

“Put a pillow under your head and the other under your lower
back, please.” He smoothed his hand up and down her legs in long loving
strokes.

She arched a beautifully sculpted eyebrow in question but
did as he asked.

He ran his hands down her sexy thighs, all the way to her
ankle and lifted, resting the underside of her leg flush to his chest, her
petite foot by his face. He licked along her arch before reaching for her other
leg and she followed his lead.
Good girl.
He pulled her closer still,
until his cock rubbed her clit, and adjusted the pillow beneath her, forcing a
firm arch to her back.

The room swam with the smell of sex and her eyes fixed on
his as he licked his lips.

“I think I love your lips,” she whispered.

For a brief moment, her eyes widened, glazed with panic. He
wasn’t sure she intended for him to hear her, but her words made him smile.
“You only think?”

He positioned himself at her entrance, fully engorged, and
dove straight in. He wasn’t gentle anymore, but rough and insistent. His
passion was raw, instinctive, adrenaline flooding his system. His body claimed
her without seeking permission from his brain and he had a feeling he would
forever crave only her.

His senses were overloaded from the night of
self-depravation. His hips loved her hard as he pushed her deeper into the
mattress with each thrust. He was on fire.

“My
God
!” She panted, gripping the sheets, her breasts
swaying seductively with his might.

He thrust himself deep to the brim of his shaft and she
tried to grip his hips, but couldn’t quite reach with the pillow beneath her.
She was forced to lean back and surrender. He held her knees to his chest. She
was helpless and, by her moans and the slight curl of her lips, loved every
moment of it.

“Touch yourself, Sam.” He slowed to a gentler pace.

“What?”

“Touch yourself while I’m fucking you. Make yourself come so
I can watch,” he whispered hoarsely, lowering his gaze to her wet heat then
slowly back up her body, smiling when he reached her face.

She didn’t move, her eyes wide—like a deer in headlights—so
he joined their hands, traced them down the side of her body and brought them
to rest on her clit. His fingers held hers in place, pressing on just the right
spot. He pushed his cock into her with each guided caress until she moved on
her own.

Letting go of her hand and holding her thighs, he drank in
the vision of her and lost himself in the dizziness of the drug that was
Samantha Raven. His gaze was surely ravenous as she let her inhibitions fall
away and matched his rhythm.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her, shifted his focus between
her fingers and beautiful face as she moaned. His hands roamed beneath her firm
ass, raising her higher as he reared back, plunging so deep she cried out, her
inner walls pulsating, strangling him in the sweetest possible way.

He’d been with hundreds of women, so many he’d lost count,
but sex with Sam was like nothing of this earth. A pleasant buzzing soothed and
filled him whenever she was near, and when his cock was buried inside her he
was home.

The sublime pressure built and his balls swelled and
tightened. He wanted to come so badly but loved the anticipation—so good it was
painful. When he was unable to hold off any longer, with her name on his lips,
they came together, an overload of desire he didn’t think either of them had
ever experienced.

With an intensely deep shudder, he collapsed on top of her,
his cheek resting on her breast. He slowly withdrew and rolled onto his back,
sucking sweet air back into his lungs. He had
never
come that hard
before and his entire body languished in fulfillment. He didn’t want to move
ever again.

When Sam fell asleep in his arms, contentment filled his
soul. And though he didn’t want to sleep, his body wouldn’t take no for an
answer.

He woke in the dark a few hours later, Sam shivering beside
him. It was almost four in the morning and the fire had dwindled to orange-gray
ash. The bedroom was like an icebox.

He carefully pulled her to the top of the bed and
regretfully covered her naked body with the heavy blankets, patting them around
her frame to trap her body heat. He slipped on a hotel robe and shuffled to the
living room. He stoked the embers in the fireplace and threw in some more dry
wood.

He found his cell phone in his jacket pocket and rang
Roger’s number. The call went straight to his voicemail—like he knew it would
at this hour—so he left a message, asking his friend to pick them up at 9:00
a.m. and take them back to the airport.

After selecting a small bottle of apple juice from the
fridge, he swigged half of it in one gulp as he strolled back to the bedroom,
checking the fire as he passed. He set his juice on the nightstand and crawled
under the covers, keeping his robe on to help fight the chill in his bones.

When he laid his head on the pillow, Sam hugged him,
spooning against his back.

“Thought you’d left me.” She sighed sleepily.

“No chance. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” He
caressed the small hand on his chest. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you. Go back
to sleep, baby.”

She wove her hand down his stomach, over the fluffy cotton
of his robe. She brushed his cock with her palm and it immediately sprang to
attention. She ran her hand back up his body, much slower than her trip down.

“I think your dick begs to differ.” Her smile tickled the
back of his neck.