Hollywood Stardust Supporting Roles - Wilson and Giselle (3 page)

“
Let go, baby.” The simple
thought of making her orgasm edged him ever closer. The power of
their rhythm caused the glasses hanging above them to clink
together in time to their pleasure. “I’m with you.

“
I’m there.” She arched her
back.

The ripples from her end were all he needed
to be submerged in the most exquisite ecstasy. His muscles tensed,
followed by intense waves washing over him as he hit his climax.
Their bodies throbbed together, and he was hit with two more
crashes of wild bliss before the perfect calm consumed him. He
moved to her side and took her into his arms. “Oh, my God.”

“
Whoever built this bar
should be given a bonus.” She laughed, kissed him and propped up on
her elbow. “I never come the first time with a guy. I usually end
up in the bathroom getting myself off and then wanting to go
home.”

“
And what do you want to do
right now?” He had to ask, but if she said she had to go to the
bathroom, he swore he was going to go flush his head down the
toilet. Somehow, he managed not to ask what happened the second
time.

“
I’m starving.” She raised
her eyebrows at him.

“
I can fix that.” Relief
washed over him. He supposed with him, the second time didn’t
matter. Score. “Can I take you out?”

She shook her head and his heart sank.

“
I don’t want to move from
this spot.” To prove her point she stretched out on the
bar.

He had to feed her and glanced around the
space. “Do you like nuts?”

“
I think I just proved I’m
a huge fan.” Giggles escaped her throat.

With a Cheshire grin, he gently slid off the
bar, turned his back to her to deal with the condom and wash his
hands, then he retrieved a huge can of mixed nuts and rejoined
her.

“
Oh, mixed nuts, your bar
is going to be fancy.” She pulled the lid off the can and proceeded
to pick out about ten cashews. “All bars have nuts, but not the
mixed kind.”

“
Yeah, Logan thinks mixed
nuts are more classy than peanuts, and they’re a conversation
starter, but more expensive. You can get a ton of peanuts for
cheap. The salt helps people drink more.” He shrugged and opened
his mouth when she parted with one of her cashews and fed it to
him. “Did you know the cashew is actually not a nut?” That question
precisely was why he had problems with women, and he
winced.

“
Really? What is it then,
and why do they put it into the mixed nuts?” She lifted one of the
little curled treats only to drop it right into her cleavage.
“Oh.”

“
Allow me.” The heady
post-orgasmic haze still encompassed him, and he used his tongue to
scoop up the disobedient snack. While cashews were delicious on
their own, when mixed with Giselle they were a delicacy. “It’s a
seed, not a nut.” Somehow he couldn’t shut his mouth up.

“
What’s the difference?”
She scooped up another handful of nuts and placed an almond on each
of her breasts.

Well, he had to give her props for not
laughing him off, and actually seeming interested. He nipped up
each one of her offerings. “A nut is a fruit and a seed is in a
fruit.” One day he would learn to shut up.

“
You don’t say.” Now she
created a line of walnuts down to her bellybutton.

He followed her trail, only wishing she had
gone a little lower, and looked up at her.

“
You know there are few
things about nuts and seeds that you don’t know.” She grinned,
appearing as a girl stuck with her hand in the candy
jar.

“
Enlighten me.” He had to
know what she would come up with next.

“
You were right, they are a
conversation starter. She stuck out her tongue and fed herself a
cashew and chewed it. “All your facts are making me horny again,
and nuts are full of calories.”

“
Do we need to burn off
some of those extra calories?” He put the can of nuts
aside.

Her answer was a slow nod.

His erection swelled once more. This woman
brought out something in him, something he liked and for once, he
was going to take advantage of it. He crawled on top of her. His
bar would never be the same. It would be better.

FIRST DATES.

If Giselle had a list of things she hated,
and she did -- along with bugs, orange lipstick, dry shampoo and
hazelnuts, she hated first dates.

A first date was more like a job interview
rather than a fun romp with someone you wanted to make out with,
and the way Wilson formally asked her after they had sex a second
time on his bar made her feel like she needed to put on a suit
rather than a short tight mini dress with sky-high heels.

Her heart seized when at exactly seven
o’clock on the dot the doorbell rang. Didn’t the guy even know to
be a few minutes late? Keep it casual? Keep it light? They were
going out for food and sex, they weren’t solving any major problems
like trying to rid the world of orange lipstick.

She combed out her hair once more and took
her time walking across the apartment. Once she opened the door,
she almost slammed it right in her date’s face. The guy had the
audacity to not only wear a nice suit, but also bring flowers and
some sort of wrapped box. Unless that box held tutti-frutti
flavored condoms, she didn’t want any part of it. Hey wait, that
may be a great invention. She had to remember to write that down
and ask Ivy about it later.

“
I know it’s cliché, but I
brought you some flowers and candy.” Wilson held out the
offerings.

Before reaching out for the gifts, she
assessed the man. At least he was as good looking as the night
before, maybe even better, but he seemed a little pale, maybe a
case of nerves.

This romance stuff belonged to Ivy, not her.
She couldn’t pine away for anyone, let alone get to the point where
she shivered at the thought of someone, wondered what they were
doing. No, she watched all her friends go through the misery.

Wilson had that look. The expression on his
face that said it could be more. Well, she would be the dream date
cause she wouldn’t go there, tie him down and make him do anything
striking of a commitment.

Now it fell on her to set the tone of the
evening. “Do you ever wonder why an orgasm is better with someone
else than just doing it alone? I mean you would think it’s the same
thing with or without someone, but the act of having someone give
you an orgasm, rather than just taking one for yourself, is so much
more satisfying.”

His mouth opened, but he didn’t speak.

While he considered her words, she took the
flowers, put them on the coffee table and then plucked the box out
of his hand. Refusing to be the girl who didn’t eat in front of a
guy, she tore the wrapping off the box, had one moment of mourning
for the fact it wasn’t flavored condoms and then smiled at the
high-quality handmade chocolate. Without further ado, she shoved
one of the treats into her mouth and then did the same to Wilson,
especially since his mouth was already open. “You never answered my
orgasm question.”

He finished chewing his chocolate and
swallowed. “Well, I think I would have to say that orgasms are
meant to be shared.”

At his answer, she nodded and grabbed her
purse off the side table. “That’s good, I also hope that’s on the
docket for later tonight, or now, I’m a go with the flow kind of
girl.” Chocolate in hand, she glanced up at him as she closed the
door and walked by him on the way out. If nothing else, they
wouldn’t have any of that weird wondering if they were going to
have sex or not. They had sex last night, so why should tonight be
any different?

He rushed in front of her and opened the
door to his SUV.

“
Thanks.” She settled into
the seat and watched him practically trip on his own feet getting
into the driver’s side.

He shut the car door, shoved the key into
the ignition and turned to her.

“
Did you want to kiss me?”
She licked her lips.

“
Who are you?” He furrowed
his brow, but put his arm around the back of her car
seat.

“
Giselle Abromowitz.” She
told him the obvious.

“
Yes, you are.” He lowered
his arm to her shoulder and connected their lips.

She took it upon herself to open her mouth
and instantly deepen the kiss. There was something about his taste,
the way his soft lips molded to hers, or maybe the way he moaned
and wrapped his arms around her that spurred her on.

He held her tight and not only took his
chance to explore her mouth, but gave her a turn as well.

Above all else, his kisses were genuine.
Everything about him was genuine. In a world that played mind games
with no directions to follow, he was real. Something told her he
lost more games than he won, and in turn she could do as she
pleased, knowing she would get an authentic reaction from him.

She took in the best part of his authentic
reaction when she ran her hand over the bulge in his suit only to
be met with the full-fledged erection that gave her a hell of a lot
of pleasure the night before. Her body flooded at simply taking in
the contours, even through the thick denim fabric. When Wilson’s
hand wandered to her chest, his fingertips going right to her
already sensitive nipples, she squirmed.

“
God, you’re hot.” He
bucked his hips. “I’m not going to be able to drive to the
restaurant.”

“
Are you hungry?” She
kissed his ear, sliding her mouth down to his neck and giving him a
little suck. The tang of his aftershave tickled her tongue and made
her crave more.

“
No, I’m not.” He attempted
to pull her closer, took her chin and found her lips once
again.

Not one to be kept from her goal, she
reached over, found the automatic seat adjustments, moved his seat
back as far as it would go, and straddled him. “I say we have some
fun.”

“
Oh, yeah.” He slid his
palms up her thighs, pushing her dress up and revealing the fact
she decided to forgo underwear in this evening’s ensemble. “Holy
shit.”

“
Is it a throb or a burn?”
At his reaction, her arousal amplified. She quickly unbuckled his
belt and unfastened his pants, and pulled down his boxer briefs.
His erection sprang into her waiting hand and she eagerly gripped
him, treating him to a few strong strokes.

“
A throb or a burn?” His
fingers traveled between her thighs and circled her most sensitive
spot.

Before explaining she leaned back and
relished in the sensations he created. “You know, your need, does
it burn throughout you or is it more of a throb taking over your
body?”

He stared into her eyes. “It’s both and with
you it’s overwhelming.”

“
Strange, from what I feel
it’s definitely hot and throbbing.” She continued to rub up and
down his length, but went progressively slower. “Am I the only one
who can make it better?”

“
You’re making me ache.”
His answer came in pants, and he attempted to pull her down for
another kiss.

“
Get me a condom.” Their
lips brushed against one another as she spoke.

“
Do we need to go inside?”
Somehow, he managed to fish his wallet out of his pants, then he
flipped it over and fumbled until he found the condom.

“
Can you wait to go inside
or do you want me to take the ache away right here?” Something told
her she needed to push his limits and it had been far too long
since she let go and enjoyed herself in this arena.

Once he shook his head, she tore the condom
open, sheathed him and since she was more than ready, wasted no
time in lowering herself down upon him.

“
Ah.” His head fell back
hitting the seat. “You’re so tight.”

The way her body stretched to accommodate
him was welcomed. She sucked in her breath and took a second to
allow her body to adjust to his size.

Finally, her own burning took over and in
need of relief she ground against him.

“
Like that.” With only what
she could describe as a look of bliss on his face, he shut his
eyes.

“
Or like this.” She braced
on his shoulders, raised herself up and stopped with only his very
tip inside her.

“
Giselle.” His gaze
traveled to where they were joined and back up to her
face.

In response, she simply raised her eyebrows.
She would force him to let go.

“
You’re going to make me
insane.” At las,t he grabbed her hips and pushed her
down.

“
Yes.” She gasped. “Come on
Wilson, take what you want.”

Without any more prodding, he wrapped his
arms around her and thrust up into her. Over and over again their
bodies met, collided and drove them both closer to their end. This
was exactly what she needed, had to have.

“
Oh, God, babe. I’m there.”
He plunged into her. “Come with me.”

“
I’m there.” The burning
engulfed her as he burrowed deep inside her and let go. Their
climax hit at the same time, and they both yelled out as the bliss
encompassed them.

As they caught their breath, she collapsed
against him, the last few ripples of her orgasm fading away. “Now,
that’s a first date.”

“
Giselle, I didn’t want you
to think I was this kind of guy.” He combed his fingers through her
hair.

“
What kind of guy?” At his
statement, she sat up.