Craig, Dede - Three Kisses of Lust (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Page 5

  He removed his briefs, sliding them down his muscled thighs.

  Her chest heaved and her eyes widened, taking in his hard, big cock. It was magnificent. Her body was shaking with wanting. Wanting all of him inside her wet cunt. She licked her lips and wriggled on the bed, feeling the silkiness on her back.

  Fully naked, he moved slowly to a kneeling position at her feet. He lowered his lips to her knee then moved his head, prying her legs open. His lips went upward to her inner thigh, trailing kisses in agonizingly slow motion. He reached mid thigh and flicked his tongue, and sucked gently then moved upwards until he reached the middle of her panties. He exhaled, and a puff of warm air caressed her throbbing, wet pussy.

  She gasped and cried out, jerking her pelvis upward, willing him, begging him to take her panties off and suck her pussy. She arched her head and clenched her teeth, her hands moving to the pillow behind her head, and she squashed it in her hands. She wanted him to suck her, fuck her, now. Oh God, she couldn’t wait. She wanted this man.

  He pulled his head slightly away before moving his one hand up and tugged her panties aside, revealing her throbbing, wet lips. His breathing was heavy, and he growled in ecstasy before lowering his head.

  She screamed when the first lick of his tongue trailed over her sopping pussy lips. He moved it to the center, parting them with his tongue, then flicked it on her clitoris. He sucked gently then moved his tongue down, into her cunt, driving her beyond insanity.

  She ground herself against his willing mouth, against his tongue moving in and out, stroking her, teasing her.

  He moved both hands to the sides of her hips and, in one swoop, pulled her panties down and lurched up, his mouth meeting hers.

  She could taste herself on his lips. The throbbing was caustic, and she mashed herself against his hard cock, begging for it. She tried to move to get him inside of her, but he moved to the side, teasing her more. “Now,” she begged, her voice thick with sex-starved fever.

  “Be still,” he whispered on her mouth then flicked her tongue and licked her lips, first the top then the bottom.

  He moved his head down, kissing her neck then her chest. He moved his hand to her bra and gently exposed each breast by pushing the bra underneath them. His mouth moved to her left breast, and he circled his tongue around her nipple.

  She shrieked, the sound rumbling through the quiet room. God, she wanted him so badly. She wanted him to fuck her now. She was going to explode. She could barely think. Bolts from heaven shot through from her nipples and down to her throbbing and slippery lips.

  His tongue flicked her nipples then sucked while he moved his delicious, hard cock against her leg. His hand moved down, and he gently inserted three fingers into her pussy, thrusting them in and out in rhythm to his tongue on her nipple.

  “Now,” she begged, and she raised her head up and ran her fingers through his hair.

  “What do you want me to do to you?” he whispered, his voice hoarse with lust, then flicked her nipple again with his tongue, his fingers slapping at her pussy.

  “I want you in me now.”

  He moved his body up, until the tip of his cock was at her entrance, and he circled it slowly around her wet cunt.

  Then he moved his mouth to hers, kissing her.

  She moved her hands down to his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. “Now, please.” Her voice was choked with desire.

  “No, tell me what you want, Gia.”

  She swallowed then willed herself to just breathe. The weight of her fervid longing forcing her brain to focus only on getting satisfaction to her body, relinquishing control of the simpler functions. She forced herself to inhale and exhaled with “I want you.”

  “You want me?” he rasped into her mouth.

  “Yes!” she screamed. Oh God, she was going to kill him.

  “Tell me. Tell me or I’m going to stop.” His voice cracked, and he continued kissing her, his tongue moving faster. He removed his fingers and moved them up and into to her mouth.

  She sucked his fingers and tongue together, grinding against him. God, she was going to die if he didn’t fuck her right now.

  She opened her eyes mid-kiss, meeting his while he looked at her. Their tongues were still gliding, slipping in and out.

  “Tell me, Gia.” He circled his tongue around her inner lips again.

  “I want you to—”

  “Tell me,” he breathed.

  “I want you to fuck—”

  Before she could finish, he rammed his dick inside her and she screamed.

  His hard cock pummeled into her. Thrusting in and out. Faster and faster, harder and harder.

  Her nails dug deeper into his skin, her breath coming in sharp quick bursts.

  His hands cupped underneath her ass and squeezed then pulled her into him.

  She lifted her legs higher and placed her arms around his waist, pulling him closer. She arched her hips up then matched his rhythm with each pound.

  His strokes went faster, and she screamed into his kiss.

  He stopped, turned, his hands guiding her so she was now on top of him.

  She sat up and curved her back with her hands on his chest.

  His hands inched up, cupping her breasts. His eyes were rabid with lust.

  She rocked back and forth, first slowly then building momentum. Faster, until she was riding his hard dick and she could feel him deep inside of her, throbbing in tune to her movements. Oh fuck, this was mind-blowing. She could feel her body ripple its thanks, over and over again.

  He moved his hands to her hips, and her movement was faster while he guided her. ”Oh yes, Gia, just like that, ride my cock,” he whispered. “Fuck me.”

  She rocked faster, and grabbed her swollen breasts. She was so close. Oh God, she was going to come.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His hard cock drove into her, hitting against her pussy walls, and she could feel the rise.

  The waves. Everything was going blank. All that mattered was this feeling. Her heart was speeding in her chest. Her pussy walls contracted around his pumping cock, and she could hear him groan.

  Then she came. Surging spasms hit her hard, snaking up from her core, up her spine, and settling into her head before crashing back down again. Her heart beating frantically in her chest. The euphoria was immediate, and while he ground against her, she smiled and laughed in ecstasy.

  After two more thrusts, she heard him groan, and he slowed before collapsing back and pulling her with him.

  He took her arm and pulled her to his chest, holding her while he kissed her again. This time his kiss was gentle, his soft lips brushing across hers.

  She pulled away and placed her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat pounding. It was so loud, she could probably hear it from across the room.

  “That was...” he panted, his body heaving with each breath.

  Amazing, she answered silently. Too amazing, and now...comes the regret. Her body still throbbed with desire, and she could have remained like this for days, his body meshed with hers. But still, she could feel it, the snaking feeling of utter remorse after she’d done something she knew was wrong. This was wrong. Oh God, she thought, what had she done? She should never have slept with him. He was her boss. She had just met him. Within a couple of hours she was in his bed. Now he was going to think she was a slut, no different from any other actress out there.

  “You’re frowning?” He kissed her on her forehead before sitting up onto his elbow while he stared at her.

  He looked so adorable, sweet, sexy. She squeezed her eyes shut. Before she could control it, the warm liquid trickled through her shut eyes.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?” He moved his hand and raised his thumb to wipe the trail of tears on her cheeks.

  “I’m sorry. I’ve never done this before, never. This is not who I am. This was a mistake, I’m so sorry—”

  His brow shot up in surprise. “You were a virgin?”

  “No, not that
. I mean this. Sleeping with someone I just met. My boss. You must think, I, I didn’t mean—”

  He frowned softly, concern creasing his eyes. “Gia, this wasn’t just about sleeping with you. I don’t regret it, and trust me, I don’t think less of you. You are amazing.”

  He kissed her again softly on her lips then moved his hand to stroke her face before placing his head onto the pillow, his face across from hers.

  “I just feel so, well, like a common slut, you know. A triple C. A casting-couch coochie. You’re my boss!”

  She turned away from him and stared at the ornate white ceiling and the large crystal chandelier. This was obviously his room. She twisted, taking in the rest of it she hadn’t noticed earlier. It was a mash-up of modern and antique. The four-poster bed and matching chaise was cut in cherry oak and engraved with intricate designs on the frames. The backboard and chair were upholstered in a soft beige suede. She shook her head, unable to control the bitter disappointment, more at herself for allowing it to get to this point.

  He laughed softly into her ear before kissing her lobe. “A casting-couch coochie, eh? You guys sure have some interesting terms. You and Maggie probably get along great. Trust me, you are anything but. You are”—he moved to kiss her cheek—“an exquisite”—then her neck—“gorgeous”—then her mouth—“incredibly hot woman. I wouldn’t be a red-blooded man if I didn’t want you. I’m just lucky you wanted it, too. It was incredible. Gia, this is not just sex. Look at me.”

  She turned her gaze slowly to his, unable to smooth the frown stretched across her forehead.

  “I don’t do this either. I haven’t been with a woman in over a year. I can’t explain it, but it’s more than just a physical thing with you, much more.”

  He seemed so serious. A year, try two years for her, but she didn’t want to go there. God, her body had wanted this. She had given in to her normal desires. Was it really that bad? She moved her hand slowly toward his hair. She moved her fingers through the top, staring at the silky black tufts glistening between her fingers. Her boss’s hair, she closed her eyes allowing the thought to echo. She had to get out of there before anyone found out. “I have to get back to the lot.”

  “Will you come back and have dinner with me tonight?”

  She chuckled softly. “Liam, seriously, how are we going to do this? I can’t be seen with my boss.”

  “Just have dinner with me. We’ll worry about everything else later. Right now, all I can think about is seeing you again.” His hands moved to her face, caressing her cheek.

  “I’m sure that’s all you can think of.” She smirked and stood up. She picked up her underwear before slowly pulling it back on, followed by her shorts and top. She ran her hands through her hair. Whatever style it had was long gone with the sweat of sex washing it away.

  “They’re going to have a heart attack when they see my hair.”

  He smiled, his eyebrow arching. “Well, they would understand if they knew the things we did.”

  Gia flinched. “I really have to go. Are you coming back with me?”

  “As much as I’d love to watch you all day, unfortunately not. I’ll let my driver take you back. I’ll be back later. I have some meetings. Should I ask him to wait until you finish your scenes then bring you here?”

  She pursed her lips. It was way too mistress-y for her liking. “No, that’s all right. I brought my car this morning. Just give me the address so I can find it with my GPS.”

  “Okay, I’ll text it to you. If I’m not here, if my meetings run late, please just wait for me. Looking at you now, maybe I should cancel all my meetings. Wait, your phone?”

  She sighed, and her resistance crumbled while she watched him. “My assistant is bringing a new one. Go to your meetings. I’ll be here.”

  “Promise?” He tilted his head to the side.

  She rubbed her lips together and smiled. “Yeah. I promise.” Gia leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on his lips.

  A mischievous grin spread across the soft planes of his face. “I’ll walk you out,” he whispered onto her mouth before giving her a quick kiss.

  Liam pulled on his pants and shirt then led her to get her bag and out to the waiting car. He helped her into the back of the limo before leaning in and giving her a last hungry kiss. “See you later, gorgeous.” With a wink and a final caress of her cheek, he was gone.

  Gia half frowned then smiled, still watching him when the car pulled away. God, he was hot. Too damn hot. With one last look at his gorgeous face, she knew even if just for a day, she would throw caution to the wind and simply go with it.

  Suddenly she couldn’t wait for the day’s shooting to be through. Her body was already thanking her for it, throbbing happily in anticipation.

  Chapter 4

  The shoot was mercifully quick. Gia ran toward her trailer to change, almost tripping on the stairs. It was almost nine p.m. She entered her trailer and was glad to see her replacement phone on the table. Her assistant sure was efficient. Lana had fetched the phone from her home in Toluca Lake. The drive there and back would have taken twenty minutes with traffic, and with her call time, she couldn’t afford to waste any time.

  One of the wardrobe assistants, Michelle, came in and helped her to remove the delicate pink Marchesa dress she wore for her last scene.

  “Oh you’re going to die when you see tomorrow’s lineup. We’ve got the latest fall collection from Elie Saab, and the lace is exquisite.”

  Gia raised her arms above her head while Michelle undid the zip before gently moving the dress down, and she moved her feet, stepping out of it.

  She stepped out of the gold Louboutins just when Michelle swooped it up.

  “Michelle, do you have something I can wear tonight, not designer, just something sexy, off the rack.”

  Michelle stopped dead in her tracks and gave a wry smile. “Sexy? Does someone have a date?”

  Gia smiled and pursed her lips, before making a zipping motion across her lips.

  “Oh do tell, come on, Gia, I’ve dressed you for two years. You know you’re not the easiest to please. Give me this one simple pleasure.”

  “Okay, fine, pull that one on me. Just because I refuse to be your guinea pig with your bohemian taste. It’s a pseudo date. I barely know him. I just want to look halfway decent. I only have my cutoffs and tee, hardly date night couture.”

  “Is he hot?”

  She slapped Michelle’s arm playfully. If anyone knew the sexual drought she’d been going through, Michelle did. Together they had commiserated the lack of decent, available, and straight men in Hollywood. Where had Liam Wright been hiding, and more importantly, why hadn’t he been snatched up yet?

  “Okay, that grin tells me he is mega-hot. Is he in the industry?”

  “Michelle, can you get me something to wear please?” She giggled when Michelle stepped out of the trailer.

  Gia walked over to mirror. There was no way she was walking out with this truckload of foundation. She grabbed the facial tissue and doused it with the makeup remover. When it was sufficiently dampened, she tackled the layers on her face. She applied a layer of moisturizer, a slick of eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss and she was set.

  Thankfully her hair was still decent. With the hairstylist on set, she had obsessively fixed every stray strand between every take. It was styled in long, loose waves. She removed her underwear before slipping back into her satin robe while she waited for Michelle.

  She walked in just when she closed the tie on the robe.

  “Here you go. This is perfect. It screams fuck-me-right-now, but with echoes of I’m-still-a-good-girl. Love it?”

  Gia tilted her head then took the black scrap of fabric from Michelle’s outstretched hand.

  Michelle moved her tortoise-colored spectacles over the top of her head while she waited.

  Gia stretched the fabric in front of her with two hands. It was a mini tube dress with a gold sequined strip at the hem of the bodice. It was a simple lit
tle black dress, and the fabric was springy.

  “Love it, I think, just wondering where the rest of it is, but I’m sure it will do. Shoes?”

  “Just wear the Louboutins. Here.” Michelle kneeled and placed the shoes she had just removed on the floor.

  “Gosh, it’s short, I think the fuck-me-now is winning the match.” She shook the robe off her shoulders before putting the dress over her head. She was still panty-less, and the warm air gave her a sexy feel. Going commando was always thrilling, and the picture of Liam’s hands feeling her nakedness under her dress was already getting her wet like a leaking faucet. Gosh, she admonished herself, in less than twenty-four hours she had gone from drought to drenched. Liam Wright was a man she did not know she was waiting for, and yet here he was.

  Michelle reached over and pulled the dress down. It skimped mid thigh and was mercifully not as short as it looked. Gia was happy she could still bend and not flash the world.

  She moved to the full-length mirror propped next to the trailer’s small bathroom and took in her reflection. She looked like she was going clubbing, but what the hell. He saw casual Gia, and now it was time to see vamped-up Gia. She couldn’t wait to see him. She licked her lips, tasting the cherry-flavored gloss.

  “You look hot. I’d fuck you for sure.”

  Gia turned and gave Michelle a peck on the cheek.

  “Thanks, babe, I’ll return it tomorrow.”

  “You call me first thing in the morning, okay? I want to know every detail, and I do mean everything.” Michelle hugged her before picking up her discarded clothes.

  Michelle was more than just her stylist. The two had been firm friends since they had met on the set of one of her movies. She trusted her implicitly. However, she was not ready to reveal Liam. Besides she couldn’t risk anyone knowing she did, or would be, sleeping with her boss.

  “Okay, I’m off. I’ll call you, don’t worry.”

  Gia grabbed her bag, car keys, and her replacement cell phone. She went into the messages while she walked out toward the parking lot.