“Soaking wet,” he breathes in my ear, as if I didn’t know already. “That’s what I’m talking about. Little Ella comes alive.”
He uses both hands to yank my panties down around my knees. The shock makes me fall forward and he has to support me by placing his hands around my hips.
“Jaxson,” I moan but I don’t know if it’s even audible. I kick the panties off until they lie in a small ball on the grass.
He wraps his hand around my thigh to stroke my swollen lips, cupping a breast with the other hand. I feel his erection hardening against my ass and the small of my back and twist my neck back to find his mouth. We kiss hungrily while a breeze tantalizes my wetness.
His finger slides inside me. I gasp and surrender. He catches me again before I fall. “You’re the sweetest little thing, aren’t you?” he says. “Touching you feels like heaven.”
All words and thoughts fall from my mind. I am just his now. My body is my gift to him and his long, sweet cock.
I’m moaning inside his mouth again and again as he works my clit delicately with his fingers, those talented, beautiful fingers that must have spoiled some of the most stunning women in the world.
“Oh, God,” I say as he presses his finger deeper inside me. “Jaxson, yes, yes.” That’s the extent of my vocabulary as he drives me beyond madness.
He squeezes my breast, finding my nipple underneath the soft fabric and twisting it gently. His fingers flick over my clit again, pressing harder, making me choke for air. I’m totally defenseless now, done for, a melting mess.
My knees start trembling and I have to lean against him to stay upright. Pleasure hits me like lightning, sharp and fast, blinding and demanding. I ride the waves wildly, grinding myself against his hand, crying out incomprehensible words. None of it is ladylike.
“That’s a good girl,” he says. “That’s it, let it all out.”
He picks me up as soon as I stop shaking, arms wrapped under my shoulder blades and knees, kissing my lips softly. “Even the night breeze got a taste of you,” he says slowly. “Isn’t it wild to feel everything all at once?”
I nod, barely. Even my neck muscles are exhausted.
“You’re a lovely girl,” he says with a gentle smile. “You must come down now but take your time.”
I shake my head. “More,” I say. “Come back to my place with me. Fuck me tonight, Jax.”
He laughs. “You are a hungry little vampire. How sweet. There’s nothing I want more, Ella, but I can’t. I have to do some damage control. I’ll pick you up tomorrow around noon.”
I find myself strangely anxious and not wanting to let him go as if he could vanish if I turned my back for a second. I guess I could beg him to let me taste him or at least wrap my hand around the thick erection that’s throbbing so close to my body but he’s already walking us back to the car, talking about his plans for tomorrow.
In the car, his face is focused on the road, or maybe somewhere deep inside his mind, and when he kisses me goodnight outside my apartment building, I think I see a chilling darkness deep in his withdrawn eyes.
—eleven—
June 27
The ocean rolls in with a murmur outside the window of the big Malibu mansion where Jaxson has taken me. He doesn’t want to tell me who the owner is but I plan to find out later when I have a chance to google the address. All he has told me is that it belongs to a Hollywood producer.
“Why the secrecy?” I said as he was showing me around the grounds of the mansion. “I will find out eventually.”
“You might, but it won’t be because I told you.”
I shrugged and let it be because all I care about is doing many naughty things with Jax anyway. And I will as soon as he comes back from the kitchen where he has gone to prepare something to eat. I shouldn’t have told him that I was starving but then again I will need the extra energy if we’re going to do all the things I have in mind.
“Hey, Jax,” I say, raising my voice, “can I check the news on your iPad?”
“I’ll have to connect it to the Wi-Fi,” he says and a moment later he shows up, taking it from the glass coffee-table where he left it when we arrived.
He hands it to me and I do a quick google search for my name. The only items that appear are links to my Daily Scandal articles and my Facebook and Twitter pages.
“That’s interesting,” I say. “Not a single reference about last night. I guess you really did do damage control.”
“Why don’t you search for Jaxson Cole’s new girlfriend instead,” he says with a crooked grin before he heads back to the kitchen.