“I want you to sit right there,” Julian said, “and enjoy every second of this.” He pressed his thumb firmly against her, sending her arching back against the leather seat with pleasure. She was suddenly wet, her cl*t responding to the massaging thumb with complete abandon despite her own mental reluctance.
“Oh... my... god.” She managed to force out the words as he continued to stroke her with his fingertips. This couldn’t be happening. Julian Bremmer, rock god, was sending her into paroxysms of pleasure just by the slow movements of his fingers. And what’s more, he seemed to be enjoying himself.
Then he pulled his hand slightly back, and she whimpered, her body aching for his touch. Of course he would want something. She would suck him off, give him the best blowjob of his life. Yes, yes, that’s what she would do.
“Ohhh,” she said. Her fingers scrambled towards his zipper, but he took her hand in his.
“Not yet,” he said. “First you.”
He reached around her back and unzipped her dress only just enough to pull one of the straps over her shoulder. Her bra strap came along with it, exposing her chest. In the cool air inside the limo, her n**ples perked up.
Julian ran one strong hand under her left breast, cupping it and rubbing his thumb over the nipple. It was the hand that had been stroking her, and she flushed to feel the slippery moisture of her own juices being rubbed into her skin.
Then he bent his head and took the nipple into his mouth, and she could not help the shudders of bliss that ran through her whole body from head to toe. Her p**sy was wet and aching, and as his hand slid back between her legs she groaned with anticipation, twisting to meet him. He came back up to meet her in a kiss, his free hand entwining itself in her hair.
“Do you want this?” he whispered into her ear. It was the most delicious teasing, the agony of denial running through her body.
“Oh yes,” she cried softly. “Yes, yes, I want it. I want you.”
His fingers nimbly pushed her panties aside and she let out a gasp of pleasure as he slid two fingers inside of her. She clenched down onto him, trying not to scream with delight.
“God, you’re tight,” he said, a smile on his face. “And it’s alright, you can make noises. I’m sure the limo driver won’t mind.”
Shannon blushed, but her embarrassment didn’t last long as Julian pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing slowly and surely against her most sensitive spot. She shivered with excitement. He slid his fingers out and she whimpered at the loss of pressure.
“Nice and slow,” Julian murmured in her ear. With one hand he was stroking her hair, his fingers caressing her scalp and sending tingles down her spine. With the other—
“Ahh!”
Shannon choked out a cry as Julian plunged his fingers back, deeper into her dripping wet slit. She tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed, as he worked his way farther into her. She felt herself opening up to him, her body beginning to rock forward in a rhythm that propelled her towards orgasm.
It had been forever since she had orgasmed with a man, and now she felt herself begin to tense up. She didn’t want to embarrass herself, after all, but it was impossible to hide her pleasure. This had never happened to her – she had never been the one heading to cli**x on her own. It had always been about getting the guy off, no matter what. Shannon remembered all of the times that she had sacrificed her own happiness, and it made her slow down with the memory of pain.
“It’s okay,” Julian said, as though reading her thoughts. “Use me. I only want to make you happy.”
Then he bent down and took her nipple back into his mouth, sucking hard. At the same time he slid another finger inside of her, forcing her wider. She writhed with uncontrollable pleasure, rocking against his hand in a rhythm that moved faster, faster still, sending waves of terrible aching pleasure rolling through her body. Her breath was ragged with desire.
As she rocked toward her cli**x, she felt Julian’s tongue swirl around her nipple, and his thumb matched the pattern, circling over her cl*t in a steady pressure.
“Ohhh,” she moaned. “Yes, yes!” He sucked harder, his teeth grazing her skin as he thrust his fingers deep into her, stretching her out.
“Oh yes! Yes! OH GOD!”
At that moment, one of Julian’s fingers curled up to press right against her G-spot and she felt her entire body shake into the most intense orgasm she had ever known. He held her firmly against the seat with his strong arms, his tongue still flicking over her aroused nipple as she came in his embrace, the waves of her orgasm thundering through her body again and again, crashing through her nerves and leaving her shivering with pleasure.
Julian’s mouth moved over her breast, kissing every square inch of her body as she leaned her head against the leather seat back. She was breathless, panting, and as he moved his mouth along her skin and up her neck she shivered again at his touch.
He withdrew his fingers slowly, and she felt the slippery wetness between her thighs. If she hadn’t already been flushed from her orgasm she would have turned bright red just then.
“Sorry,” she managed to choke out.
“Oh, you are soaked,” Julian said, nuzzling her hair. “I like that.”
He reached over her and pulled out a hand towel from the bar to dry his fingers.
“I think I need to get you cleaned up before we get there.”
“There?” Shannon said, woozy. “Where?”
“The band decided to splurge and get hotel rooms in the city,” Julian said. “Water Heights. Do you know where that it?”
“Sure,” Shannon said. Water Heights was the biggest, most expensive hotel in the area. It had just been built a few years ago as part of the outer Los Angeles development, right on the edge of the ocean. The views were incredible, so they said.
Julian slid the hand towel between Shannon’s thighs, wiping her clean, and now she did blush. He was so gentle, it was almost a caress.
“Spread your legs a little for me,” he said. Shannon obeyed, her blush now a fierce fire-engine red, and Julian’s hand moved to dry her, patting her softly with the towel. He kissed her on the forehead.
“Good girl,” Julian murmured, his lips hot against her skin. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“Did you... did you want...” Shannon didn’t know how to ask if Julian wanted her to do anything for him.
“I told you what I want,” Julian said. The limo pulled to a stop, and Shannon looked out the tinted windows to see the bright towers of Water Heights looming above her. He took her hand in his, squeezing tightly. His eyes were kind, so kind, and Shannon felt her heart rebel against her body. There was no way he could be this wonderful.
Julian opened the door and got out, reaching back and holding out his hand towards Shannon.
“I want to make you happy.”
CHAPTER FOUR
The hotel room was on the top floor, and Shannon couldn’t contain her excitement when they walked in and she saw that the entire wall was one glass window. It was crazy – the room was as big as a house, so it seemed. She squealed and ran forward to the glass.
The ocean spread out below the night sky, and the moon was so bright that Shannon could see every tiny ripple on the water surface. The boats docked off to one side shone red and green lights from their masts that reflected off of the water, glimmering faintly in the distance. In the distance the ocean cliffs rose up, their peaks hidden by soft halos of clouds.
“It’s beautiful,” she said to herself. Julian came up beside her.
“It sure is.”
“I’ve never imagined seeing the cliffs from up high like this. It’s just incredible.”
“Money can’t buy happiness,” Julian said, his eyes scanning the horizon, “but it sure can buy a view.”
Shannon laughed softly. The water below them was dark except where the moon reflected off of the waves. It must hide vast secrets under its surface, Shannon thought. She had swum in the ocean many time before, as a kid, but she had never thought to imagine how big it truly was. For the second time that night she felt an aching to photograph the scene.
Remember this, Shannon, she thought to herself. Remember this for later.
“I wish I had my camera,” Shannon whispered.
“You’re a photographer?” Julian asked.
“A hopeful photographer. I finish college this year.”
“College, huh?”
Shannon flushed. Oh god, he was going to think she was just a stupid college kid.
“Yeah,” she said. “I’ve been doing some outside work too, you know, for weddings and things...” She trailed off lamely.
“I’d love to see some of your work,” Julian said. Shannon brightened. He was so kind. “Sometimes I wish I had finished school. I had to drop out for the band, you know, because we were touring.”
Shannon nodded, although she didn’t really know. Wilder Side had been a famous band for years, and they must all be millionaires ten times over by now. She couldn’t imagine leaving the fame and fortune behind. For what? Assignments and projects? He had definitely gotten the better end of the deal.
Julian had moved back to the expansive kitchen and was opening a bottle of wine.
“Red is good, I hope?” he asked.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Shannon said, a teasing note in her voice. She felt playful, draping herself over the couch leisurely. “What’s the vintage?”
“This lovely Pinot Noir is from the award-winning 1998 vintage in Mont Chablix,” Julian said. He brought the bottle over to her and displayed it in his hands. “From the cellar of winemaster Jacques Pierrot Yvesmartin de Chasle Sudmarron. The Third.” He exaggerated the nasal sounds in the made-up name, and Shannon giggled.
“The pedigree is acceptable,” Shannon said. “But what of the wine itself?”
He uncorked the bottle and waved the cork in front of her nose.
“For your olfactory approval, Mademoiselle.”
“Ah, hints of gooseberries and apple blossoms,” Shannon said. “With an undercarriage of worn leather.”
“Indeed. A most excellent choice for Mademoiselle if she would care to try it.”
“Perhaps just a taste,” Shannon said.
Julian grabbed the two wine glasses and plopped unceremoniously next to her on the couch.
“If it’s red, it’s good for me,” Julian said, filling both their glasses.
“Ooh, enough!” Shannon said, motioning for him to stop pouring. “I can’t drink too much.” She had been trying to cut out empty calories, and wine was definitely an indulgence.
“But of course, mademoiselle,” Julian said. He put down the bottle and clinked his glass against hers.
“What are we toasting?”
“Hm, that’s a tough one.” Julian’s hand rested idly on her shoulder, and he played with a strand of her hair. “How about we toast to the most beautiful, funny redhead I’ve ever met?”
“No!” Shannon arched one eyebrow. “I’m not toasting to that.”