Part 15 (1/2)

”Oh yeah? That's great. Just him or a couples shoot?” I ask, hoping it's not just him.

She sips her wine, and I pick up my beer, gulping it down.

”No, just him at the studio. I want to get a feel for working with him before we do anything on location,” she explains.

Oh good, my s.e.xy a.s.s girlfriend and Josh Wilder in the studio, with a bed.

”Super,” I blurt out.

She turns to me with wide eyes. Yikes.

”Super? Jax, you can't be serious. This isn't going to work if you don't trust me. You know this world, and you know me. I don't do that s.h.i.+t, never have. Not until you. I think it's pretty unfair that you would a.s.sume something like that. This is my job, my life. I'm not going to get jealous when you're laying naked with another woman, because I know it's part of your modeling career. You can't possibly get jealous when I'm taking photos of another model while I'm fully clothed,” she says.

f.u.c.k, she's right. I don't even know where that jealousy came from, but I need to respect her work. Oh, who am I kidding? I know all too well not only how professional she is, but how she doesn't sleep with models.

”I'm sorry, you're right. That was s.h.i.+tty of me. I trust you, it's just I've heard a lot of things about him,” I say.

She shakes her head and smiles. ”I heard a lot of things about you too. Just remember that not everything you hear or read is true,” she says with a grin.

I put my hand on her thigh and squeeze. ”I'm sorry. I'm happy for you, this is a great thing,” I say, meaning every word.

They drop off the food and it smells amazing. We dig in and change the subject when she brings up Braden. She spoke to him this morning, and she said he sounded miserable. He said he was good, but she doesn't believe him. I told her to give it time, and she agreed to.

We finish off dinner, which was delicious. We talk about our schedules for the week, and the more she talks, the harder it is for me to focus. I need to touch her. She continues talking, sipping on her wine, and I put my hand on her thigh. I slowly move it higher, and when I reach the top, I cup her p.u.s.s.y in my hand.

”Oh,” she says, shocked, and maybe a bit turned on.

She turns to me, and I bend to kiss her neck. ”I needed to touch you, and knowing you're sitting here with no panties on is killing me,” I whisper in her ear.

I slowly rub her and feel her quickly get wet with her arousal. I shove two fingers into her, and she bites back a moan. She places her hand on top of mine, trying to get me to stop, but I won't. Not even when the waiter comes back with the check.

”I'll just leave this here for when you're ready,” the waitress says.

I nod my head, and Kallie won't even lift her head.

”Are you ready, baby? Ready for me to make you come right here?” I quietly ask.

She turns to me with wide eyes, clear with arousal. ”Not here, I can't keep quiet,” she breathes out.

That makes this all the more exciting-just the thought of her trying to hold back her moans as I make her come. I pick up my pace, loving the way she coats my fingers. I can't wait to go home and have her wrapped around me. She tries hard to not make a sound, but once she begins moving her hips, she lets out a soft one and closes her eyes.

”Shhh, you don't want everyone watching, do you?” I softly ask.

She pops open her eyes, looking around. No one is paying us an ounce of attention, but I figured it would get her attention. She gazes at me with pleading eyes, and I'm not sure if it's to stop or to finish her off. I go for the latter. I pump my fingers in and out of her at a frantic pace. I feel her tighten around me, and I know it won't be long.

I nip her ear, and whisper, ”You're so tight on my fingers. Come for me, baby, let it take over.”

I pull back, looking around to make sure no one will see my girl come, because that is something only I want to witness. No one is the wiser, and just as I turn back to her, she grabs onto the table and closes her eyes. She comes all over my fingers, and I could come just knowing I did that to her, in public.

”So hot, baby, f.u.c.k,” I growl.

She opens her eyes completely sated. I remove my fingers and bring them up to my mouth. She continues to stare at me as I lick her off each one. ”Mmm, the start of my dessert is delicious,” I say.

She slams her mouth to mine, and I know d.a.m.n well she can taste herself.

”You need to take me home now,” she demands.

I throw money down on the table, stand up, and grab her hand.

”This was just the start. Let's go,” I promise.

I convinced her to stay at my place tonight. I'll be able to get a half hour more sleep this way. She wasn't thrilled about the idea, but I a.s.sured her she didn't need to get up when I do. She reluctantly agreed, but I'll take it. At this point, I just need to be buried deep inside of her. The thought of her coming on my fingers in that restaurant is still playing through my mind.

I park in the driveway and we get out. I meet her in front of the car and kiss her, making sure she's as turned on as I am. The restaurant was my foreplay, and I need to just f.u.c.k her now. She returns my kiss, and I wrap my arms around her, pus.h.i.+ng them under her dress to grab her a.s.s. I rock my hips forward, making sure she can feel my hard c.o.c.k. I know she does when she moans and reaches to hold onto the top of my jeans. I release her a.s.s and rub her hardened nipples through her dress. She really has nothing on under this dress. I can't wait any longer. I break the kiss and lift her up. She wraps her legs around me, and I look into her eyes.

”I need you now, Kallie,” I say, searching her eyes.

She kisses me quickly and pulls back. ”I'm yours, Jax.”

f.u.c.k yes, she is. I carry her into the house, and thankfully, Blake is outside and doesn't comment on the situation. We get into my room, and I close the door, resting her back against it. I kiss her neck, run my hands up and down her legs, and finally under her dress. She moans and hits her head against the door. I put her on her feet and pull the dress over her head, dropping it at her feet. The only thing she's now wearing are the heels on her feet and those are staying on. I take her in as she makes her way to me, slowly unb.u.t.toning my s.h.i.+rt. When she's done, she pushes it off my shoulders and goes for my jeans. She undoes them and pushes them down my legs, leaving me in my green boxer briefs. I step out of the jeans, and she drops to her knees and gently pulls my boxers down my legs. My c.o.c.k springs out of its confines, happy to finally be free. I look down at her, completely naked and kneeling before me, in nothing but her heels. What a f.u.c.king sight.

She wraps her small hand around my c.o.c.k and slowly moves her hand up and down. She cups my b.a.l.l.s with the other, and my legs tense up at the feeling. I know I said no foreplay, but no man turns down a woman on her knees, I don't give a f.u.c.k who he is. She looks up at me and licks the tip of my d.i.c.k. I fight the urge to buck forward; it feels so f.u.c.king good. She does it again, still looking up at me, and f.u.c.k, it is a sight to behold. She wraps her warm, tight mouth around me and takes as much of my c.o.c.k in her mouth as she can.

”Oh f.u.c.k, baby,” I choke out.

She does it over and over, it feels incredible, but I need it faster. I reach down and tangle my hands in her hair, guiding her. Once she gets the pace right, I take her hand from my a.s.s and wrap it around the base. She knows exactly what I want and uses her hand for what doesn't fit into her mouth. The longer she sucks on me, the harder it gets to hold still. When she ma.s.sages my b.a.l.l.s, it's impossible. I hold onto her hair and rock my hips, f.u.c.king her mouth. She picks up the pace and so do I. I am getting so close to coming, and when she moans, the vibration on my d.i.c.k is all it takes.

”f.u.c.k,” I groan as I explode in her mouth without even getting a chance to warn her, but she doesn't complain and swallows down all I release. When I still, she releases me and glances up, licking her lips. My c.o.c.k begins to harden again at the sight. I lift her up under her arms, and she once again wraps her legs around me. ”Holy s.h.i.+t, baby. That was incredible.”

I kiss her, tasting myself, and I don't even give a s.h.i.+t. Her heels dig into my a.s.s, and between that and her naked body pressed against me, my c.o.c.k is hard again. Still kissing her, I move to the side of my bed and sit her down, lying on top of her.

”My shoes,” she says.

”The shoes stay on, baby,” I say with a wink.

I grab a condom out of my nightstand and roll it on. She moves further on the bed, and I climb on and position myself at her entrance. I reach down and rub her c.l.i.t before checking to make sure she's wet enough for me to slam into her. I link our fingers and lock into her eyes, and unlike the last few times we've had s.e.x, I slam right into her tight heat.

”Oh f.u.c.k.” I still for just a moment to make sure she's good. ”I'm fine, it felt good,” she a.s.sures me.

That's all I needed to hear. I wrap her legs around me and love the feel of her heels digging in with every move we make. It's not slow and sweet, it's fast and hard, but I can't help it. I need to f.u.c.k her, to hear her scream my name.

”s.h.i.+t, Jax, it feels so good...harder,” she begs.

Harder? One of my favorite f.u.c.king words. I plant my hands on either side of her head and pound into her.

”f.u.c.k,” she moans loudly.

She grabs my forearms, and we find the perfect, hard, fast rhythm. I can feel myself getting close to coming again, but I need to make sure she goes first, so I reach down and rub her c.l.i.t. I quickly feel her tightening on me, so I rub her faster. She sinks her nails into me, as well as her heels, and I almost come right then.