Taking Chances (5 page)

“Now this is a welcome home I could get used to,” he softly growls, setting me back down on my feet. Taking a step back, he looks me up and down again. “Damn Nina, you even got fishnets. I’ve had dreams about you wearing those.”

“Oh really? What else have you dreamt about me?” I ask taking a sip directly from the champagne bottle. A little bead trickles down my chin. Jason leans in lapping it up with his tongue, sending a delicious shudder throughout my body.

“I think I’d rather show you,” he murmurs grabbing the bottle from me with one hand while the other unhooks my bra, sliding it off my body. “So fucking beautiful.” He lifts the bottle and slowly pours a stream of champagne over my breasts. The cold liquid sending a chill down my spine. He flattens his tongue running it along each breast, lapping up the cool liquid. Sucking and licking at each nipple before pouring another stream down my body.

Resting back against the piano, I watch as Jason drops to his knees in front of me. He pours another stream of champagne down my chest letting it trickle down to my panties, sucking and teasing me through the satin. He slips off my panties then runs his nose up between my thighs breathing me in.

“I’ve been craving the taste of you all day.” His voice is laced with hunger—hunger for me.

He pours a little of the champagne over my pussy. I cry out the moment his tongue makes contact with my slit. Taking long slow teasing licks, driving me fucking crazy. He pours another stream, his mouth sucking and lapping up the cool liquid.

“Oh, fuck, yes.”

Jason’s growls and his moans vibrate all the way to my core. He lifts my leg over his shoulder. His strong hands grabbing my ass, pressing me tighter against his face as he plunges his tongue deep inside me. His head wiggling back and forth between my thighs, his nose bumping against my clit. Forcing noises out of me I don't think are human. My thighs squeezing harder around his head.

“Jason, fuck! I want your cock. I need your cock inside me. Please,” I plead.

Jason releases his tongue from me and stands up with a dark, hungry need in his eyes. He grabs my hips and spins me around, roughly bending me over the piano. The glossy wood cold against my hot flesh. My body hums with excitement when I hear the zipper on Jason’s pants. Without warning, he fills be to the hilt with his big thick cock. It's painful but in a good way.

“Is this what you wanted?” He fists his hand in my hair, roughly pulling my head back.

“Fuck… yes,” I cry out as he pulls almost all the way out then slams back inside me, forcing me further up the piano.

“Tell me how much you love my cock, Nina,” he demands, his voice dark and haggard. He pulls out again slamming even harder inside me.

“I fucking love every inch of your big thick cock. I want to feel it inside me for days,” I whimper. He feels so damn good I can barely think straight, my head spinning, my body igniting to life. I’ve never felt so alive.

“I’m so addicted to your pussy, Nina. So fucking tight and wet. I could fuck you for days and still not get enough."

He grips my hair tighter his other hand, reaching for my garter and holding it like a handle helping him to slam so fucking deep inside me. I've never had it this rough before and I fucking love it. He’s giving me everything he has. The sounds of our bodies coming together filling the room.

“Give it to me, Nina. I own every pulse, every shudder of your orgasm. I own all of you.”

His words send me flying over the edge. My pussy throbbing around every delicious inch of him. Jason's body tightens all around me. His thrusts becoming harder and more erratic. He comes with a roar, slamming into me as his orgasm washes over him.

“Goddamn Nina, you’re so incredible.” He softly trails kisses up along my spine. “How about a bath?”

“Mmm….” Is all I can get out. Jason has me in a complete blissful haze. He pulls out of me and lifts me up into his arms—all bride and groom style—and carries me to his bathroom. He sets me down on my feet then starts the water, adding a little lavender bath oil. He drops to his knees and opens the clips on my garter one at a time, placing a tender kiss over each spot on my leg where the clips were. I love this sweet side. Lastly, he slides my garter down off my hips then softly kisses my stomach before rising back up to his feet.

Jason helps me into the tub, the warm water slightly stinging my tender pussy. Jason finishes undressing then sinks into the tub enveloping me in his firm muscular frame.
This feels like heaven.

“Can I ask you something, Jason?”

“Of course. You can ask me anything, Nina.” He sweeps my hair to the side and kisses down along my neck.

“Did you plan this whole thing with us sharing this suite, so this would happen?”

“I didn't actually plan it out until the morning we left. After you kicked Jess out, I realized I was done with having meaningless one night stands. I want to be with someone who actually cares about me as a person and not Jason, the actor. You’re the only one who gets me, that cares about me. I know you wanted this just as much as I did. I knew it was time to make my move.”

He was right, once I got to know the real Jason the more I wanted to be with him. To be the one who could make him change his ways. Be the girl that could make him happy. But he was still my boss, and if things were to end between us, I couldn't stand not having this job and being near him.

“A lot of couples work together, Nina. We make a great team, both inside and outside the bedroom. We could be so good together.”

“Couple? Seriously Jason?” Nina pulls away out of my arms and climbs out of the tub slipping on a robe.

“What's wrong with me calling us a couple?”

“Jason, why do you have to put a label on this?” She paces back and forth, running her hand through her wet hair.

“Isn’t that what we are now, Nina?”

Why is me calling us a couple getting her so damn weirded out?
I thought this was what she wanted too.

“Jason, come on, seriously. You don't exactly have the best track record when it comes to relationships. You either pick the girls who want to use you because you’re a celebrity, or when you actually find a good one you get bored after a couple of months. This is why I don't want to label this, because once we put a label on it, the clock starts ticking as to when you’re going to get bored with me.”

I climb out of the tub stepping in front of her placing my hands on her arms. “Nina, that’s never going to happen. I know I don't have the best track record, but I'm trying to change. To be the man you deserve.”

Her eyes narrow at me, the expression on her face is hard and angry. Her body stiffening against my touch.

“You expect me to believe that? Jason, the morning before we had sex I found you in bed with another woman. You can't just change who you are in the time it takes to fly from LA to Vancouver. I never should have done this. You're my—”

Before she can even get the word out, I stop her. “Don’t even fucking say it, Nina. I'm so sick of hearing that excuse. You keep pointing out my relationship pattern. Well, let's look at you for a minute. You pick guys you know don't want anything more than a quick fuck, and when you actually have something real staring you right in the face, you find every excuse to throw it away. Because you’re scared of letting go of control, of letting someone into your heart.”

“Fuck you, Jason.” Nina makes a b-line for the door. “I’m out of here tomorrow. You can find yourself a new assistant. I quit.” She bolts out the door and down the hallway to her room, slamming the door behind her. I run after her and just as I reach her door I hear the click of the lock.

“Nina, please! You can’t leave.” I can hear her faint cries through the door. My heart is breaking. I just want to hold her right now. “Nina, I’m sorry. Please open the door.” I rest my forehead against the door, running my hand along the wood. I let out a low sigh, ready to confess my truth. “Nina, I love you. I love you so damn much. The reason I go through so many women is because they aren't you. I'm trying to find someone like you, but when in all reality, all I want is just you. Only you Nina.”

I hear her sliding down the door her cries growing louder. I wish she’d open the door. Let me prove to her that I can change, that I want to be with her. I love her so much. I’ve loved her since the day she told me to go to hell and threatened to quit. Since then, I’ve worked my ass off trying to show her I’m a good man and that I’m not like the narcissistic assholes in Hollywood.

“Nina, I love you.”

It’s midnight when Nina finally opens the door. I sit half asleep and naked on the floor against the wall across from her door. I jump awake when I feel the warmth of Nina’s hand against my cheek. I grab her wrist and bring the palm of her hand to my lips, laying a soft kiss along her soft skin.

“Nina.”

“Jason, I’m so sorry.” The tears start to fall down her already tear-stained cheeks. “You were right. I was using you being my boss to push you away and to keep you at a distance because I couldn't stand the thought of not being with you. I really want to take this chance with you, I really do. But I'm scared that what you’re feeling now will change, that you’ll get bored with me because I'm not an actress or some hot model.”

“Nina, no…” I cup her face in my hands, “…to me you’re perfect. I love everything about you. From your big mouth to your beautiful curves, and all the way to that big heart of yours. Seeing this beautiful smiling face every morning, and having your voice be the last thing I hear at night, is the highlight of my day. I fucking love you, Nina.”

Nina’s lips come crashing down onto mine. She straddles my lap and I pull her robe open. My hands exploring every inch of her exposed skin. Her hips gently grinding against my growing hard length. She reaches a hand between us, wrapping her fingers around my cock guiding me to her entrance. She sinks down taking me inch by inch.

“Nina,” I whisper against her lips. This—this right here, is what will always bring us back together. No matter how far apart we drift, our bodies coming together like this will always connect us.

“Tell me you love me, Nina? I need to hear you say you love me.” My hand cups her cheek my other hand gripping her hip working her harder along my length. She opens her eyes staring lovingly into mine.

“I love you, Jason.”

My alarm goes off way too soon. Damn early call times. I’m not ready to leave this bed or Jason's arms. I hit the snooze button then roll over to cuddle with Jason for another five minutes. I rest my head against his shoulder and trail my fingers down along his chest. The sunlight coming through the window dancing along his six pack abs, lighting the way down to the V along his hips. That V, the beautiful V leading down to my own personal heaven. This man has the body of a Greek God and it's all mine.

My eyes continue their exploration down Jason's body to the now growing tent under the sheets. I lick my lips thinking it would be a shame to let that go to waste. I pull the sheet aside revealing Jason’s long hard thick cock. It’s a thing of fucking beauty. I straddle his waist and position myself over his hard length and slowly sink down on his shaft.

A soft moan escapes Jason’s lips as my warm wet pussy takes all nine inches of him with ease. I grab his hands sliding them up along my body to my breasts. His hands instinctively squeeze and massage me. His eyes begin to flutter open when I slowly start to roll my hips along his length. That’s it baby, time to wake up.

“Good morning, Jason.”

“Now, I like this wake-up call. Much better than when you rip my blankets and pillows away.” A sly smile pulls at his lips. “I see you didn’t die from pulling the sheet away to find me naked.” He winks up at up me.

“I could have died, and I’m in heaven right now.” This feels like heaven. This beautiful man told me he loves me last night. I didn't think Jason was even capable of loving anyone. But he loves me and I love him. I don’t know how long this will last between us, but I’m going to enjoy every decadent minute I have with him.

“We both must have died because this is my idea of heaven, too.” Jason sits up enveloping me in his strong arms. His lips ghosting along my skin. Our bodies beginning their seductive dance. That hot push and pull bringing each other higher and higher up that mountain of ecstasy. It had only been a few days since Jason and I crossed this line, and he already knows my body better than me. Every touch of his fingers, his lips all perfectly in tune with what my body craves most. And right now, my body craves his touch every minute of the day.

“You have to be on set in an hour,” I softly moan.

“Looks like we’re going to be late.”

I’m finishing up a few emails when Jason comes back to his trailer from the set. I peek up from my laptop and notice Jason is wearing a dark blue suit, and the pants look a little on the tight side around his ass.

“Wow boss man, did they have to sew you into those pants? How did you not split those during your big action scene?" I tease trying to hide a giggle.

"Very funny, Nina.” He shakes his head and grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. He twists the cap off taking a sip. “So smartass, when’s this phone interview I'm supposed to be doing today?”

“It's not for another fifteen minutes.”

“Oh good, that gives me enough time to sneak a quick fuck with my girlfriend before then.”

I tilt my glasses down at him, looking up at the cheeky grin on his face. Good lord, this man cannot go an hour without touching or fucking me. Not that I'm complaining, it feels too damn good to be wanted so much. But I'm going to need longer than fifteen minutes with this man.

“I think it’s going to take longer than that to get you out of those pants.”

“Oh, I’m sure you can work your magic and get me out of these.” He flashes me a wink.

Before I can reply Jason's phone rings. “Shit! It's the journalist from US Weekly.” Beaver damning bitch. I answer the call and hand the phone to Jason and he takes a seat on the couch. He sits back his legs spread wide, and I can see the making of his hard on pressing against his slacks. He was definitely serious about wanting a quickie. Just then a wicked idea flashes across my mind. Let’s see just how good an actor he really is.

Once Jason is completely distracted by the interview, I climb out of the booth in the small kitchenette and slump down to the floor and crawl over to Jason. I carefully unbuckle his belt and unbutton his slacks.

Jason catches on to what I'm doing and mouths a, “What are you doing?”

Now he’s going to know what I went through at the restaurant. I release his cock from the restraints of his tight pants. He’s so thick and veiny. I run my tongue along my lips in anticipation of how good he's going to taste. I start off slow, running my tongue up along his shaft, tracing every vein with the tip of my tongue. I smile to myself when I hear him stumble over his words as I tease his tip. I slowly take him into my mouth, he’s so big I don't know how much of him I'll be able to fit. He tastes good and feels so smooth in my mouth. I relax enough to take him all the way to the back of my throat.

I look up at Jason keeping my eyes locked on him. Watching him struggling to stay focused as I fuck him with my mouth. He mouths, “Such a bad girl,” before his head rolls back against the couch. He reaches his free hand to the top of my head, fingers gripping into my hair holding me in place as he bucks his hips against my face. Even when I'm trying to please him, he can't give up control.

I manage to wiggle free from his grip needing to take control of the situation. I release him from my mouth then stand up from the floor. Jason watches me intently while I strip off my clothes. His cock already throbbing and dripping with need. I slide a hand down along my body to between my legs, teasing my fingers along my slit letting them slip between my folds. Jason’s eyes widening as he watches my fingers massaging my clit. He jumps when the interviewer asks him another question. I take a few steps closer running my wet fingers over his lips, giving him a taste of me. Before I can move my hand away, he grabs my wrist and sucks my fingers into his warm mouth. His nimble tongue licking and sucking them clean, which in turn makes me so fucking wet.

He releases my hand then covers the receiver on his phone. “Get over here and ride my cock you fucking tease.” His dark, demanding tone sends a shudder through my entire body.

I turn my back to him and align myself over his cock. A bead of his sweet juices running down his hard length. I rest my hands on his thighs and slowly inch down onto him, he’s so hot and hard for me. I can hear a low rumble emanate from his chest. Slowly, I start to work myself up and down his length, grinding my hips on every down thrust.

Jason somehow manages to keep his cool during the interview, while I’m finding it harder and harder to keep quiet. I hear the rustling of fabric behind me, and the next thing I know Jason is wrapping his tie over my mouth. He grips both ends in one hand pulling my head back to keep me quiet.

I pick up my pace bouncing faster and harder on his lap and feeling like Jason’s naughty little sex kitten. The old Nina never would have been ballsy enough to pull this off. But being with Jason the past few days seems to have awoken a side of me that I didn't even know existed. Whoever this new girl is, I fucking love her.

I hear Jason say thank you to the journalist then he tosses his phone on the couch. His free hand wraps around my throat, gently squeezing.

“Nina, you’re such a dirty little tease.” His breath hot against my ear, his hand squeezing me a little harder. Normally the idea of being choked would scare the shit out of me, but with Jason, it’s a fucking turn on. I feel completely safe with him and know he won't do anything to hurt me. He pulls the tie back hard and starts bucking his hips solidly against me. My screams are muffled by the thin fabric of his tie. Both pleasure and pain coursing through my body making me come alive.

Fuck, I love this side of him.

We find the rhythm of our dance once again. Both of us teetering on the edge ready to take the plunge. My orgasm rips through me like an intense fire, washing over me again and again. My body goes limp against Jason. He wraps his arms around me holding me tight against him, bucking wildly into me. His fingers find my clit massaging in fast rough circles forcing me to come right along with him as he chants my name over and over.

Jason releases the tie from around my mouth then softly kisses the small red marks left on the corners of my mouth.

“Are you okay?” he asks, gently rocking me in his arms.

“I’m in heaven.”