| |
That night, Hugh settled into his bubbling, heart-shaped Jacuzzi, dying to make love to Gabrielle again.
“Gabby?” He drummed his wet fingers on the side of the tub. “Get in here. I’ve been waiting all day.” The warm water caressed his stiff dick. “I’m about to die.”
Gabrielle sauntered into the dimly lit room, her knee peeking from the terrycloth robe. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Get over here.” Hugh lowered himself in the water until it reached his neck. “All I could think about all day was being inside you again.”
She took the clamp out her hair and fluffed her waves over her shoulders.
“Now for the robe.” He stroked himself. “Take it off and there better not be anything on underneath.”
She tilted her shoulder toward him to tease then slid the robe off her fascinating body.
“How is it possible for a woman to be so beautiful? Seems so unfair.”
The soft, overhead light rested on her average-sized, bell-shaped breasts.
She got into the water, her black nipples hard and begging for his mouth’s attention.
“Come here, you.” He secured her between his legs and blew on her nipples, causing her to shriek.
“Oh.” She trembled, alerting him of her arousal. “Bastard. You’re teasing me.”
“Well, I wanna make sure you don’t get bored. I want this to last as long as possible.”
“Just fuck me.” She pushed his head to her cleavage, but he yanked free.
“Uh-uh.” He blew on her nipple again, and her knees knocked in the water. “Not yet.”
“Please.” She stroked his thigh. “You can’t imagine how torturous this is.”
He chuckled. “I’ve walked around forever with a hard-on for you. You can’t tell me a damn thing about torture.”
She put her hands around his neck. “You want me to beg?”
“I wouldn’t mind if you did.” He pinched her nipple.
“Please.” She kissed him, inching his mouth open with her tongue. “Please, fuck me.”
He couldn’t believe Gabrielle Montane, his fantasy, sat in his hot tub begging for his dick.
“Again.” He grunted. “Beg me again.”
“Please, please.” She lay her nose against his. “Fuck me, Hugh. I’m gonna die.”
He took turns on each nipple, sucking them with a circular motion as Gabrielle gyrated.
“More.” Her wet fingertips dug into his shoulders. “Please.”
He gripped her hair and took her mouth in his. “Did you think of me today?”
“You kidding?” She straddled him.
He fought to keep his dick out of her to prolong the passion.
“Couldn’t concentrate on anything else.”
“Glad to hear that.” He sucked her breast again, lashing her nipple with his tongue.
“Ooh.”
“Tell me...” He let her breast go followed by loud smacking. “When did you realize you wanted me?”
She jerked her eyes open. “Huh?”
“You heard me.” He grabbed her buttocks, spreading them open. “When did you realize you wanted me too?”
“I...” She held onto his arms as he pushed inside her slick opening. “Oh.”
He maneuvered her waist, guiding her movements.
“Yes, Hugh. Oh, yes.”
“Answer...my question.” His cock sunk within her tight, soggy walls. “When did you realize that you...ooh.” He bounced her. “Wanted me too?”
“Does it matter?” She looked him in the eyes, flinching. “Don’t stop.”
“It matters to me.” He got that flutter in his stomach that reminded him how he felt when he had his first crush. “When?”
“I was always curious.” She lay her head on his shoulder, riding him with a gentle stride. “Guess it grew from there.”
“You guess?” He moved his dick in and out her swollen hole. “Or you know?”
“I’ve always been attracted to you.” She panted. “But, it wasn’t until we played basketball that I wanted you.”
He smiled between grunts.
“During the game, I kept getting close to you on purpose. The way you smelled and how the sweat glistened on your muscles...God. I was so wet. I’m hooked now.” She tickled his nipples. “Maybe you should be careful what you wish for.”
“Yeah?” He flung her into the water, forced her leg in the air and rammed himself deep in her pussy.
“Ah!” She hit his chest with her small fists. “Yes, Hugh. Yes.”
He thrust hard, pushing her over the tub. “You want me to fuck you, Gabrielle?”
“Yes.” Her gorgeous, brown breasts glistened under the light. “Fuck me.” She grabbed his ass, pushing him further inside her.
“You’re mine now, and I’m never letting you go.” He raised her leg higher. “Not for anything in this world.”
****
A Month Later
“You don’t need to apologize, Dash.” Sierra rested in front of the lit fire table on her back patio with a creamy root beer float. “It’s water under the bridge now.”
“It’s been a month.” Thick creases ran through the thighs of his jeans. “Have you thought more about us?”
She shoved soda-drenched ice cream into her mouth. “You know where I stand.”
“Sierra, come on.” He scratched the back of his neck, pacing by the table. “I don’t get why me broadcasting my feelings is so important to you.”
She licked ice cream from the spoon. “I don’t wanna be with someone who is ashamed of me.”
“I keep telling you...” He sat beside her on the ottoman. “I’m not ashamed of you.” He touched her blonde strands. “I love you.”
“When you called I was hoping you’d tell me what I wanted to hear.” She curled her legs in the seat. “But, it’s the same old song, and I’m done with it.”
“Sierra—”
“I’ve changed, Dash.” She combed her fingers through her hair. “I’m not letting people treat me like shit anymore. I need a man who will love me for who I am.”
“That’s me.” He made jerky movements as if unsure of himself. “We belong together, and I won’t give up on us.”
“I’m giving up.” She stared into the flames. “I need a real man.”
“Who are you kidding?” He got closer, his minty scent contrasted with the smell of the fire, but she loved it. “We can’t stay away from each other. Something keeps bringing us together and it will continue to.”
“Tomorrow’s the big day, huh?” She faked a smile. “You, Hugh, and Gabrielle are doing The Corey Show. That’s big.”
“Ugh. You know I can’t stand Corey Smith. All he does is twist things to start controversy so he can get ratings. I don’t know why Hugh booked us on that trashy ass show.”
“Because Corey Smith is one of the most popular talk show hosts in America and his show is great publicity for the film. When I was on there, it was one of his highest-rated shows.”
“I hate this promotional stuff. We haven’t even filmed yet. What sense does it make to do the show now?”
“Pre-promotional buzz in Hollywood is everything.” Sierra enjoyed more of her float. “I’d kill to still be invited to The Corey Show again. These days I’d get run out the parking lot.”
“How are things going with you?”
“I’m coping. It’s not losing my acting career that’s the problem. It’s being alone.”
“You heard from your dad?”
She shook her head.
“You don’t have to be alone.” He puckered his lips, moving toward her.
She lay her palm to his face and pushed him away. “Nice try.”
He straightened up, sighing.
“You’re right. I don’t have to be alone.” She shoved her spoon in and out of the melting float. “I’m sure a lot of men wouldn’t mind occupying my time.”
He clamped his lips together, moving them from left to right. “That’s the plan? To make me jealous so I do what you want?”
“I don’t care what you do anymore, Dash. I’m not sitting around waiting for you to grow balls. Is there anything else you want to discuss with me besides us?”
He touched her thigh. “Sierra—”
“If not then leave.” She slurped from her spoon, staring at the fire. “Don’t come back unless you have something different to say.”