The Playboy, page 8
“Let’s get you home.”
I squeezed her hand as we made our way off the beach. We strolled lazily along the sand, and Piper started telling me a story about when she and Alexa had gone to what they thought was a regular dance club in San Francisco but had turned out to be a bondage club. She was open and free and I listened to her story, chuckling and turned on.
Part of me couldn’t believe that I’d turned down sex on the beach, but I knew I wouldn’t have been happy with myself if I’d let it happen. I wanted Piper to want me when she was completely sober as well. And I was willing to wait until morning for that to happen.
Chapter 8
Piper
The sound of light snoring woke me up.
I opened my eyes feeling slightly confused as to where the sound was coming from. Then I froze as I saw the golden-blond hairs on the tan chest directly next to my face. I glanced up and saw the handsome face of a sleeping Zach Houston.
Daaammn, had I slept with him?
I reached down to see if I had my panties on, and when I felt the lacy material, I had to admit I was slightly disappointed. As I lay there, memories of the previous night flashed into my mind. I couldn’t stop myself groaning out loud as I remembered my little naked dance on the beach.
And this was why I didn’t normally drink on an empty stomach.
I’d had pizza later in the night, but obviously, that had been too late to combat the evils of alcohol. I was grateful that I wasn’t feeling hungover, though, and that I was sober enough to appreciate his naked chest and the morning stubble that grew on his face.
“What’s the groan for?”
Zach gave me a wide smile as his eyes opened. There was a naughty twinkle in them, and I wondered if he’d been awake before me. But no, that wasn’t possible, he’d been snoring, hadn’t he? I stilled for a few moments as I realized that the snoring that had woken me might have been my own. I groaned again, thinking that this morning couldn’t possibly be any more embarrassing.
“My snoring,” I said before I could stop myself. I blushed slightly at his grin as he basically confirmed that it had been me after all. “Did I wake you up?”
“Yes, but not because of your snoring.”
“Oh?” I moved over slightly so that I could look at his face properly without straining my neck and wondered if I should move off of him.
“Your hand got me excited.” He winked, and I instinctively moved my hands to see what he was talking about.
My right hand felt numb as I was lying on top of it, but as I moved my left hand, I realized it was placed lightly on his cock. I could feel it growing hard as I moved my hand back and forth.
“And it’s continuing to get me excited.”
“Oh, uh, sorry.” I pulled my hand away, and he chuckled. I looked back into his smiling blue eyes and blinked rapidly, trying to wake myself from what had to be a dream.
“Have you got something in your eyes?” His voice was caring and I stopped blinking. “Also, how are you feeling this morning?”
“Nothing in my eyes and fine. Why?”
“You seemed like you had quite a bit to drink last night when you were shaking your coconuts on the beach.”
Shaking my coconuts on the beach? My face reddened as I stared at his deadpan expression. I could tell that he was totally thinking about a naked me trying to dance sensually in the night air. Oh God, I remembered asking him to take me. Where was my shame? He most probably thought I was bipolar or something with my ever-changing moods. From goofy in the cupcake store, to standoffish in the club, to wanton once he came back to the apartment, to cold when we were going to have sex and then back to wanton on the beach. To be honest, I was surprised he was still here. I was acting like a crazy woman.
“Not that I didn’t enjoy it. You’re quite the dancer.” He grinned, and before I knew what was going on, I felt his hand on my stomach, creeping up under my top. His lips moved to the side of my lips and he kissed me lightly. “In fact, if you’d like to give me another performance right now, I’d be happy to watch.”
“Another performance?” I croaked out. Why was he delighting in embarrassing me?
“You know.”
His lips found their way to mine. His teeth tugged gently on my lower lip, and then I felt his hand behind my neck, pulling on my hair. My scalp tingled a little bit, but I soon forgot the slight pain as I enjoyed the feel of his lips on mine.
“I want you to dance for me again,” he whispered against my lips and then blew gently on my skin.
I swallowed at the intimate gesture and kissed him back lightly. I wanted to grab his hair and pull him against me. I wanted to slide my tongue into his mouth and grab his cock and glide on top of him. Even more than I’d wanted to the night before. I was no longer drunk, but I still wanted him.
The only thing stopping me was the fact that I was pretty sure I had morning breath and smeared mascara, and I didn’t want to be all over him when I wasn’t at my best. At least let me brush my teeth and wash my face. That wasn’t too much for a girl to ask for. I mean, it’s not like I was going to get this opportunity again. He was a hot movie star. And yeah, he was a cocky bastard, but what did I care? And I wasn’t a mistress or cheater or whatever because he wasn’t actually dating Cassie Cash and he never had been. At least, that’s what he’d said the night before and I believed him. I mean, maybe they’d had sex, but I’m sure he had a lot of sex with a lot of women. It didn’t mean much. Just like him sleeping with me didn’t mean much. Well, to him at least.
To me, well to me, it meant a lot. And it wasn’t just because he was a movie star. I’d seen a different side to him last night. He’d been caring and sweet and funny and nothing like what I’d thought he’d be like.
“You don’t want to?” He pulled away and I could see the hesitancy in his face.
“I do, but …” My voice trailed off. How did you tell a guy you were nervous you had bad breath? I mean, it wasn’t like he was my boyfriend. It just felt awkward.
“But?”
“Can I, well, we, brush our teeth first?” I asked him with a small shrug, loving the feel of his hands on my back. I made sure to keep eye contact because I didn’t want him to think I was nervous, even though inside every nerve ending was shaking.
“Are you saying that my breath smells?”
He laughed and then gave me a huge kiss on the lips. I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him back, and I had to admit that the last thing I was thinking about as our lips caressed was his breath. His hand cupped my breast as he rolled me onto my back. Throwing caution to the wind, I grabbed his head and kissed him back hard as my fingers ran through his silky tresses. He nudged my legs open with his knee and then kissed down my neck before pulling my top off in what felt like nanoseconds.
“So beautiful,” he murmured as he kissed down the valley between my breasts and then my stomach. I felt his hands on my breasts playing with my nipples and my body was in overdrive with pleasure. His fingers flicked my nipples as his mouth kept heading lower. I closed my eyes and let my body submit to him and whatever he wanted to do. My fingers played with his hair and I heard him chuckle as my body froze still when his lips kissed me between my legs over my shorts.
“Zach …” I moaned as I felt his fingers on the top of my shorts nudging them down. “Are you …” I stopped talking because my tongue would no longer work. My shorts were now off and he was kissing up the side of my calf and toward my thighs. His lips alternated with his tongue on my skin as he made his way up my legs and I waited in barely conscious anticipation to feel his lips on my sweet spot.
“You taste like the ocean,” he growled against my inner thigh and his eyes glanced up at mine. “That salty-sweet taste is my favorite.”
“Oh?” I reached down and grabbed his hair again, wanting to push his head back between my legs.
“I love the ocean,” he said. “Especially fishing.” He winked and then his tongue lightly licked my clit and my entire body trembled as if an earthquake had just passed through the room. Then he started sucking, and I didn’t know what to do with my hands or my body. Moans flew out of my mouth, but I barely noticed them. All I could feel was the buildup in my stomach and between my legs. His tongue lightly entered me and I could feel the wetness seeping out of me.
With a grunt, he lifted my legs up and over his shoulders and buried his face between my legs, licking and sucking for what felt like forever. Then he moved back up and kissed me on the mouth, sliding his boxers off with one hand as he kissed me. His other hand touched my breast and played with my nipple as I reached down to touch his cock. It felt huge in my fingers and I pressed myself into him. His body was warm and hard next to me, and I kissed him hard.
My fingers moved up and down his shaft and then played with the increasingly moist head of his cock. He muttered something against my lips as I reached farther down and squeezed his balls. I could feel him shaking against me as I made a circle with my thumb and finger and ran it tightly back up his cock. I pushed him so that he was lying on his back and kissed his lips one last time before making my way down his chest.
I lightly sucked his nipples and then kissed down to his stomach. I stared at his abs for a few seconds and then looked down. His cock stood to attention, and while I wasn’t great with numbers, it looked like it had to be at least seven or eight inches long and incredibly thick; not too thick, though, the girth was just about perfect. To be fair, Zach Houston had the most gorgeous penis I’d ever seen. And it went without saying that he was the most well-endowed man I’d ever been with—a part of me wondered if he’d be able to fit all the way. I continued kissing down his stomach, and then because I could help myself, I took the tip of his cock in my mouth.
“Oh, shit,” he groaned and I felt his hands in my hair.
The sound of his voice turned me on and encouraged me to keep going. I took more of his cock into my mouth and sucked it long and hard, taking it as deep as I could. He seemed to be growing even bigger as I sucked, and I felt him pulling on my hair harder as his breathing grew faster and faster.
“Stop,” he groaned a few minutes later. “I’m going to blow.”
“I don’t mind,” I said with a small smile as I could feel his body start to shudder.
“I want to come in your other lips,” he answered, his voice deep and husky. The dirtiness of his words made me come slightly.
“Hold on.”
He rolled over and reached into his pants pocket again, and I watched as he pulled out a strip of condoms. He ripped open a packet and pulled a condom out, and before I knew what was happening, he was slipping it onto his hard cock. He grabbed my hands and pulled me up and then pushed me slightly so that I was on my back.
“First position will be traditional and then we can go crazy,” he said with another wink and I felt the tip of his cock at my opening. His fingers rubbed my clit and he groaned. “You’re so wet for me.” He kissed me passionately, his tongue slipping into my mouth at the same time his cock entered me, hard and deep.
I bit down on his lip in shock and pleasure as I felt him inside of me deeper than I’d ever felt someone before. His finger was still rubbing my clit and all my senses were overwhelmed with the pleasure he was giving me.
“Faster,” I moaned, barely able to keep up as I flexed my muscles in rhythm to his grinding.
“Say my name,” he said as I started writhing beneath him more urgently.
“Go faster,” I panted, feeling my release close, but not wanting to say his name for some reason. “Please,” I groaned as he pulled out of me completely and stared down at me. “Zach, please.”
“Please what?” He gave me a wicked grin, and I bit down on my lower lip as he rubbed the tip of his cock against my clit. I was about ready to burst, but I needed to feel him inside of me.
“Zach Houston, please fuck me harder.” My fingernails dug into his back and I bit down on his shoulder. “Now.”
He chuckled for two seconds before entering me again. This time he moved harder and faster than I had ever thought possible, and I moved along with him, trying to keep up. I felt the pressure building up, I couldn’t stop it, and I screamed when I felt myself coming long and hard. He stared down at me with a satisfied smile and then increased his pace faster, grabbing my hips and slamming into me with abandon.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunted.
He slammed into me two more times before he paused and came inside of me. He kissed my neck as he lay on top me, then a few seconds later he pulled out of me, took the condom off, and placed it on the side table next to the bed. He kissed me on the lips and looked into my eyes and smiled.
“That was worth the wait, Piper Meadows. That was definitely worth the wait.”
“Worth the wait?” I laughed. “We only met yesterday. What wait are you talking about?”
Normally, I would have felt slightly embarrassed or guilty about having slept with a man I’d just met, but at this moment I didn’t care at all. This had been the best sex of my life so far, and it had been well worth it. Plus, it was Oracle Lion—well, Zach Houston—and I was pretty sure I would have regretted missing out. He wasn’t as big of an ass as I’d thought.
“You know you wanted me as soon as you saw me at the club.” He nodded with a cocky smile. “Our eyes met, and you thought to yourself, I’d love to be riding Oracle Lion tonight. Maybe you were even contemplating lifting up your skirt and taking me to the dance floor.” His fingers reached between my legs and rubbed. “Or maybe you were hoping for a threesome with me and Jackson.” His lips made their way to my ear. “One of us fucking you while the other one played with your tits.”
I stilled at his words and looked at him with an annoyed expression.
“I’m just joking.” He laughed and put his hands up in the air. “Don’t kill me.”
“Uh-huh,” I mumbled, feeling less happy than I had a few minutes ago. Had he been joking? It didn’t sound like it to me. Maybe that had been the plan all along. Maybe they did have threesomes or foursomes or couple swaps or whatever. Maybe they’d thought they’d hit the jackpot when Alexa had arrived looking all hot and sexy.
“Piper, I’m joking.” He touched the side of my face and stroked down to my collarbone. “I don’t do threesomes, and even if you’d begged me, I would have had to have said no.”
“If I had begged you?” I hit him on the shoulder, and he burst out laughing. “Very funny. This isn’t something I do often you know. If you think I just sleep around and …” My voice trailed off as I watched him chuckling to himself. “Are you laughing at me?”
“Would I do that?” He pulled me into his arms. “It’s been a nice night, Piper. Well, I should say a nice night and morning. It’s been just what I needed.”
“Yeah, it has been nice.” I snuggled into his arms and closed my eyes. “You’ve given me some inspiration for my next book,” I said with a secret smile and shook my head as his eyes grew inquisitive. “And no, I’m not going to tell you what it’s about.”
The banging front door awoke me and I stretched against a sleepy Zach who was watching me with hooded eyes. “Oops, I guess I fell asleep.”
“I guess you did,” he said with a small smile and I wondered what he was thinking.
“I guess Alexa is back,” I said stupidly. “I wonder if Jackson is with her. Maybe they want to get brunch or something.”
“Hmm.”
Before I could say anything else, Alexa was opening my bedroom door and striding in. “You will never believe what I found out about Jackson Camden,” she said as she walked in and stopped, her eyes were wide and her hair was wild.
“Score, Piper. I knew you’d get Oracle Lion into the sack one of these days.”
Alexa grinned wickedly, though the smile didn’t reach her eyes and before Zach and I knew what was happening, she was snapping a photo of us with her phone, flash on and blinding us with its light.
“If times get hard again, this will be worth a pretty penny.” She winked at me before heading out of the room again.
I looked over at Zach with a small smile about to apologize for Alexa’s poor sense of humor, but all humor and affection had gone from his face. He looked at me stonily and I could feel his emotional and physical withdrawal from me.
“She’s just joking.” I made to stroke the side of his face, but he recoiled from me. “Zach, are you mad?” My eyes took in the veiled anger in his face. He shook his head and pulled away from me.
“Nope.” He looked at his watch in an exaggerated fashion and then reached down to his pants and pulled his phone out of his pocket, swiped a couple of times and appeared to be reading something. He glanced up at me with narrowed eyes and gave me a bitter smile. “Some writer, eh?”
“Excuse me, what?” I stared at him, feeling emptiness already fill me as he jumped up out of the bed.
“I have to go.” He pulled on his clothes quickly, typed something on his phone, and gave me one long last glance. “It’s been real. Thanks for the fun,” he said as he walked to the bedroom door. He stopped at the door and looked back at me with disdain, then took a leather wallet out of his pocket, opened it, and pulled out a stack of bills, which he threw onto the bed.
“That’s for you,” he said with a twist of his lips. Then he moved back toward the bed and stared down at a shocked me. “And if I see that photo of us in any tabloids, I will sue you for every penny you have.” And with that, he was gone. I sat on the bed in shock, wondering what the hell had just happened. He couldn’t have been that upset because of Alexa’s joke, could he? Granted, it had been in poor taste, but it had just been a joke.
