Hearts of Glass (The Glass Trilogy Book 3) (13 page)

Daniel.

M
OST MEN WOULD have felt satisfied after being sucked off like that. But I’m not most men. I felt hornier than ever for Janie. She had taken me in her lush hot mouth and made me explode inside, not with just her expertise, but with her whole
Janieness
. She belied herself. Looked innocent, like a petite little virgin, but fuck could she make me come hard. She’d taken care of the beast in me. Now what remained was the animal. I couldn’t wait to pound her senseless, fill her up with my thick hard cock. Poor sod had been on sabbatical way too long—all through the coma, and for the past tortuous week. He needed some exercise.

I needed to be inside her. And she needed me inside her.

“Get on the bed and open your legs,” I demanded in a rough voice, my dick pulsing with anticipation. I was still as hard as a rock even after having come like the Niagara Falls right to the back of her throat. A little flashback of her a moment ago, sucking me as if her life depended on it, made my cock flex again. I should have been behaving in a more romantic way—I’d just asked her to marry me for fuck’s sake—but my carnal need was so overpowering, I couldn’t be polite. All I wanted was her hot tight little cunt clenched around me as I pumped her hard. Asking her to marry me had been partly selfish: one of the reasons was so I’d have her in my bed every, single night. No theater touring for Janie from now on, nor making a movie without
me
, right there, on set. She didn’t know it yet, but as far as I was concerned, she was all mine.

And I wasn’t about to do a timeshare.

I’m not a man who fucks around, I’m by nature monogamous. But once I get started, I can’t stop. Janie had switched on my engine.

She lay back on the bed and opened her legs. I grazed my tongue along my top lip, my heart and cock pounding with unprecedented desire. I held my weighty, anxious piece of equipment in one hand, my gaze flicking down for a second to see a droplet of pre-cum on its horny head. No woman had ever gotten me this worked up. Natasha was beautiful, a total siren, but Janie had me doing cartwheels for her. And my cock was always at the ready with Janie—all she had to do was look at me with her big eyes, and that was it—it drove me wild. Her mind, her body, her soul—I wanted all of it and wasn’t able to explain why. My love for Janie felt unfathomable, almost painful it was so deep. She was fiercely loyal, had been by my side all through the coma, though she refused to go into details—insisted I wasn’t strong enough to talk about it. Whatever, I was happy just to have her at my side. The rest could wait. This loyalty of hers was truly an aphrodisiac. After all the crap I’d gone through with Natasha, having a special woman like Janie so crazy for me was a true gift, and one I didn’t take lightly.

But after that beautiful blowjob, she’d woken the sleeping bear. And he was growling for more honey.

No,
roaring
for more honey.

“By the way,” I told her, “I have a surprise for you.”

She widened her pretty eyes. “As long as you don’t relapse, I’m up for a surprise.”

My eyes trailed down to Janie’s pretty pink pussy, all wet and waiting, plush and soft. I’d asked her the other day how it got to be so smooth and she’d said something about a Brazilian. At first I balked—she’d fucked a Brazilian while I was in my coma? Then I laughed with relief, remembering what that meant. All the more inviting for me. Nothing hidden, all on display . . . I couldn’t wait to get right in there.

But first . . .

“Close your eyes, baby.”

“Why?” she asked in a singsong voice, obviously suspicious.

“No questions, just be a good girl and do as your told,” I said, only half in jest. I knew that Janie liked being ordered around by me even if she pretended she didn’t. That’s what had started her crush in the first place. My dominant personality. Actresses fall in love with their directors, all too often. Why? Because they subconsciously love being subjugated even if they scratch and fight like tigers in denial. Now I was about to put that theory to the test.

I grabbed the lined handcuffs from my suitcase—the ones I’d ordered, along with the other toys I’d bought for our “rehearsals” for the film.

“Spread your arms as well, so you’re like a starfish.”

Janie obliged, her eyes still closed. Then I looked at the bed and laughed. The headboard was a soft, upholstered thing with button tufts. There were no posts to latch the cuffs to. I threw the cuffs back in the case.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just me standing here naked with my great big erection. The male body isn’t very graceful, I must say.”

Her eyes sprang open and she sat up. She bit her lip lasciviously and raked her gaze to my navel and below. “Grace, maybe not, but Daniel, you’ve got the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen in my life. Forget the surprise, we’ll do it another time. Come right here, right now, what are you waiting for?”

She looked exquisitely beautiful. I never got enough of that little heart-shaped face, framed by her mane of dark hair. Her pert round breasts—the perfect handful, her rosy nipples peaked and alert. Smooth silky skin, pale as a lily. I felt instantly bad for having wanted to play dirty games when she looked so innocent and fresh-faced. This moment should be about making love, not about wild sex games. I took in a deep breath and exhaled. Fuck, I was an asshole sometimes. I needed to get a grip on my libido and calm the fuck down. But I was truly addicted to her. I stood there, mentally counting to ten, to stop myself from ravishing her like a hungry Viking. I remembered the airplane trip when she had burst out crying. Janie fancied herself as a tough, modern woman, but at heart she was as fragile as glass. And I didn’t want to chip her, let alone break her. She’d been ill, and in the hospital, on top of it all. I made up my mind, right there, that I’d go easy even though she aroused the carnal monster in me.

“What’s wrong? Janie looked alarmed, her doe eyes wide. She glanced anxiously at her ring as if I were about to change my mind about our marriage and yank it off her finger.
As if.

“I’m not good enough for you, Janie, that’s all. I don’t deserve you.”

“Stop procrastinating already and come here. I don’t know about you, but I want to . . . well, you know exactly what I want, Mr. Glass.”

21

Janie.

M
R. GLASS. HMM, I’d be
Mrs.
Glass soon. A thrilled shiver shimmied up my spine at the thought of it.
Janie Jessica Glass.
Nice. Although I guessed I’d keep Janie Cole for acting as I’d already made a name for myself. Or maybe Janie Cole-Glass. I’d mull that one over.

I observed Daniel as he stood before me, nude, in all his glory. My God, the man was handsome. Like a Greek god, but even better because Greek gods weren’t half as well endowed—at least going by the statues at the Met.

But, by the expression in his eyes, I could tell that he was fearful about hurting me. I lay on the bed, waiting for him like an Italian mobster’s wife whose husband is so much more worldly. I truly felt like a virgin. His cock was so huge and hard, and every step he took closer to the bed had my heart beating in an excited fear. Yes, fear. There was something dark about Daniel Glass. A flick of the eye, a twitch of the jaw. I never knew where his mood was going, or coming from, and it frightened me. I held him too much in awe, perhaps, so I had often tried to compensate by being sassy and cocky, nonchalant, as if I weren’t head over heels for him. Sex with Daniel was amazing, but it was the closeness I craved, the desire to make him need
me
and nobody else. It was a mental thing, not just physical. Orgasms like the ones he gave me didn’t just come from his clever tongue or the way he fucked me so perfectly, knowing when to slow down and when to pound my ass off, when to be gentle or when to be rough. It was more to do with the way that he was so committed and intense, so
in the moment
.
With
me. Just
me
. There for me,
one hundred percent.
As if he revered me, worshipped my body.

I knew this kind of love and connection was one in a million.

I was one lucky girl.

So lucky I was terrified it would all go away.

He lay beside me on the bed, so we were face to face, chest to chest, and he stared into my eyes with a gaze of such longing, such profundity, as if to say,
You and I are for life, please don’t ever let me down.

“I won’t ever let you down.” I whispered it like a secret. My mouth on his mouth.

“I know.”

“I love you,” I said seriously.

“I know.”

I was waiting for him to repeat the same words, but he just continued with his quiet perusal of my eyes, my face.

“Do you love me too?” I sounded so childish.

“Love . . . love doesn’t even begin to encompass the way I feel about you, Janie. What we have is love and far beyond love.”

I could feel his huge erection poised at the base of my entrance. His words send a shot of liquid heat to my core and a bolt of desire to my clit. My brain connected so intrinsically to my organs—knowing he felt that way made me so confident, so extraordinary. And above all, sexy. I wriggled into the perfect position, my hands on his shoulders to anchor myself into target position. His cock flexed and I whimpered. I could sense the soft head enter me just a touch.

“Oh God,” I cried out.

“You’re so fucking wet.”

“Wet for fucking,” I joked, instantly regretting what had popped out of my mouth, wishing I hadn’t turned this spiritual moment into a crass pun.

I laid my hand on his heart. It was thumping so hard in his chest I momentarily panicked. Doctors’ orders:
Keep Daniel calm, don’t let him get emotionally excited.

He started prodding me with his erection, in and out, just a millimeter, his eyes hooded with lust. He was groaning and, by the way he was grimacing, he was obviously forcing himself not to ravage me.

“This is no good, Janie, you’ll have to get on top and control the pace. I don’t trust myself. Use me. Use me to get yourself off.” In one swift movement he had me on top, straddling him. I took his cock in my hand and guided it inside me, groaning with pleasure as I did so.

He murmured, “Fuck, baby, you have no idea how amazing you feel.”

He was still only quarter inside me, his thick shaft pushing against every nerve in my soaked walls.

“I’m just going to ride the tip of you,” I said, “because you’re bigger than I remember and it almost hurts.” I rested my lips on his and, as I started moving slowly up and down, all the pain vanished, his erection deep inside, but my clit rubbing up and down his stomach, giving me untold pleasure in two places. Daniel had shown me what a vaginal orgasm was like and it had blown my mind—but both erogenous zones being pleasured at once was the epitome of how good sex could be.

His tongue lashed out at mine, plunging inside my mouth, almost brutally, as if it were taking the place of his cock. He raised his hips but was careful not to slam into me—he didn’t need to—I’d taken over. Before long I had most of him inside me, filling me up like an overblown Christmas stocking, as I raised my body up and then slammed back down on him, impaling myself on his beautiful, orgasmic-giving tool.

“Janie.” His lusty eyes told me all I needed to know—he was loving it.

I carried on with my rhythm, each stroke massaging all the sweet spots for both of us, my nipples keen as bullets. Daniel grabbed a pillow and shoved it roughly behind his head so he was closer. He pulled me down on him by the shoulders and his mouth and tongue lashed at my breasts. I offered him one nipple and he sucked greedily, sending electric currents to my clit and deep within me. All these erogenous nerve endings connected to each other by the brain.

I cried out.

“That’s right, baby, use me, use my dick and make yourself come all around it.”

I was screaming now, it felt so incredible and I could hardly believe I’d encompassed the whole of him. I pumped hard as Daniel nibbled my nipple, all the sensations swirling inside me. I could feel the build-up swell and about to burst. I was in anther zone now, concentrating hard on my impending orgasm which, before I knew it, had ripped through me in a tidal wave splitting me in two, and then piecing me back together, just as fast, into one exploding, pumping mass of nerves.

I didn’t even need to alert him I was coming. He knew it by my body, my inner muscles clenching him, tightening around his expanding bulk, hard and ardent inside me. He was roaring, shoving his hips roughly at me to meet my thrusts as he growled out his climax like a wild beast, semen shooting right to my womb. His thickness inside me, pulsing to the rhythm of his heart—that heart which had professed its love earlier—had me coming again. My clit rubbed up against his hard stomach and sent tingling waves through every cell in my happy body.

This was the best sex I’d ever had.

And before the overwhelming pleasure had even run its course, I wanted more.

He did too. He rolled me over on my back and fucked me ruthlessly, holding my ankle in one hand as he hooked it around the back of his neck.