Unforgettable 2 (Hollywood Love Story #2) (25 page)

“
Oui
, monsieur.” My sexy, throaty voice is deeper and breathier. I’m channeling Simone Signoret. “What’s our next activity?”

He eyes me sheepishly. “I want to watch you use the bidet.”

“Excuse me?”

“The bidet.” He lifts me off the vanity and leads me to a white porcelain basin that’s right next to the toilet. About the same height, it resembles an oblong sink with a pair of faucets.

“What’s this for?” I ask suspiciously.

“It’s going to clean the sand out of your ass
and
make your pussy feel better.”

“My pussy’s just fine,” I lie. It’s still sore as hell, but I don’t want him to think I’m unfuckable. Then again, maybe that’s what he has in mind. Restoration. Then fucking me senseless again until I cry. My heart skips a beat with another thought. Or maybe fucking me hard in the butt?

He flicks my nose. “Trust me.”

“Aren’t you going to turn the water on?”

“Sit,” he orders with a playful slap on my sore ass…that turns
me
on.

My skin prickles. I do as I’m told. I plop down on the edge of the basin, scrunching up my chiffon dress and pulling my panties down to my knees. Much the same as I would do if I were taking a pee. The rim of the porcelain basin is a cool contrast to my heated ass.

Brandon rolls his eyes at me. “Baby, it’s not a toilet. You need to take off your panties and straddle it.”

“Oh.” I feel totally stupid, but the amused smile on his face saves me from humiliation.

I slide off my panties. The cotton crotch is soaked and laced with a few granules of sand. Brandon snatches them from me while I reposition myself. My legs are spread-eagled over the basin. My exposed pussy is in full view. Brandon examines it.

“Fuck. Your pussy’s really red. And swollen.”

I glance down. Gah! It is.

Not wasting a second, Brandon turns the water on full force.

“Aah!” I squeal. The basin doesn’t begin to fill. Instead, to my utter surprise and delight, powerful jets of warm water shoot upward, hitting my inflamed genitals.

I sigh loudly again. It feels amazing. Yes, the water is soothing, but it’s also stimulating my über-sensitive clit and sending jets of pleasure through my core.

Brandon breaks into a wide smile. “That feels good,
n’est-ce pas?”

“
Oui, oui
, monsieur.” Holy cow! I’m totally getting off on it. I rock my hips to maximize the delicious sensation. My breathing grows erratic and little oohs and aahs clog my throat. Brandon’s eyes stay on me, his voyeuristic expression one of a man totally entertained.

“Jesus, Zoey. You’re fucking unbelievable.”

I flash a little smile at what I think is a compliment. My arousal is consuming me.

“My beauty, I’m going to watch you make yourself come. Hands behind your head.”

“I can’t use my fingers?”

He smirks. “Trust me, you won’t have to. Now, do it before I tie up those talented hands of yours.” With a wicked glint, he twists my skimpy panties into a rope. Holy shit! The kinky bastard definitely means business.

I do as I’m told, the sweet sensation of an orgasm already on the brink. The pressure’s building fast and furiously. My head rolls around like a rag doll’s as I get closer to the edge. The hem of my layered dress is getting soaked by the spray as is Brandon’s linen shirt, but I don’t give a damn. The relentless pressure between my legs mounts and my breathing grows more ragged, the moans and groans more vocal. More desperate until I can’t take it anymore and I’m crying, “Oh my God,” over and over. All hell breaks loose, and as waves of ecstasy crash through me, I sob out my orgasm. I think I’ve lost consciousness. My head hangs loosely between my legs with my arms limply beside them.

“Bravo!” A single word brings me back to the land of the living. I look up. Brandon’s hovering over me, grinning broadly.

“That was the most beautiful performance I’ve ever seen.”

I suppose I should get up and curtsey, but I don’t have the strength to stand. And even if I could, my legs would likely buckle. I don’t even have it in me to say thank you. Breathless, I simply twitch a small smile.

Brandon brushes back my hair, still damp from our swim, and then bends down to kiss my scalp. “How does your pussy feel?”

I still can’t get my brain to communicate with my mouth.

“Answer me, Zoey.” That bossy voice again!

“Um, uh, excellent,” I finally manage. It really does feel less sore, but it’s still throbbing from my latest outrageous orgasm.

“Let me see.” Brandon takes a few steps back and casts his eyes on my cleft. A small but fiendish smile plays on his lips. “Much better. It’s still a little red but not as swollen. I’m tempted to take you right over the bidet.”

From behind? I gulp. I thought he wasn’t going to fuck me again. Every nerve ending buzzes. I can’t tell if it’s fear or excitement that’s making my heart pound. Climaxing from the bidet was mind-blowing, but climaxing with him is like falling off the edge of a cliff.

Brandon tugs at his lower lip with his thumb…that insanely sexy thing he does when he’s deep in thought. I wonder—what is he thinking?

“On second thought, sit. Relax. I’m going to draw us a bath.”

Catching my breath, I watch as he leaves me and rounds a blue mosaic partition. I notice for the first time he’s missing his belt. Guess he must have left it behind at the beach. I bet I’ll miss it more than he does. I close my eyes. The intense memory of that erotic experience unwinds in my head like a scene from a surreal movie, my still fiery ass a vivid reminder. Oh God, it hurt! As I relive it, every nerve ending along my flesh sparks as if there’s a live electrical wire running through the connective tissue of my body, especially the super-charged bundle of nerves between my legs. I hiss. To say I didn’t love it would be a lie. In my massage classes, I learned that pain can equal pleasure. What I experienced with Brandon was exquisite pleasure. There’s pain in love. And love in pain.

Brandon disappears from sight, but from where I sit, I can hear him turn on the water. It pours out full blast. While the water continues to gush, he returns to me. At the sound and scent of him, I snap open my eyes. He helps me off the bidet. Coming from that spread-legged position and my trance-like state, I’m hardly what you’d call graceful getting to my feet. He holds me steady, his hands on my waist. I fix my dress, remembering I’m pantiless, and then tug at his belt loops.

“You know, you left your belt at the beach.”

He glances down and then winks at me. “Don’t worry. I have plenty of them. Behave.”

Drawing me in tighter, he nuzzles that hypersensitive part of my neck. I squirm with pleasure. It sends a rush of tingles to my already over-sensitized sex. The throbbing won’t calm down.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah.”

“How does your pussy feel now?”

“Fuckable.”

He chortles. “You’re a natural stand-up comic.”

“That’s not funny.”

“C’mon. The bath is probably ready.”

Piece by piece, he undresses me, beginning with his shirt. He then unzips the dress and lifts it over my head. After tossing both garments to the marble floor on top of my panties, he unhooks my bra, and once again, I’m totally naked. Bared to him. With lust dancing in his eyes, he reverently kisses each of my breasts. And then twists the nipples, just enough to inflict the perfect measure of pain. I let out a light gasp.

He squeezes the buds harder between his fingers. “Jesus. You so fucking turn me on.”

“Does that mean we’re going to fuck again?” I breathe out, my arousal taunting me. I search his hooded eyes for the promise of more.

“Maybe. But you’re not going to know until you take off my jeans.”

That’s all that separates me from his cock. The strain of his erection against his fly is so palpable I can practically hear it crying out to be set free. A pool of wet heat gathers between my inner thighs. I’m still so fucking sore, but I want him again in the worst way. While he continues to tweak my sensitive, hardening nipples, I hastily unbutton his jeans, unzip the fly, and shove them down his taut legs. His gigantic cock as I imagined is ready for action. While the tub continues to fill, he kicks off his shoes, steps out of his jeans, and then draws me close to him.

“I so fucking want you, Zoey.” He rubs his dick against my slick pussy before smacking a hot kiss on my forehead. “C’mon let’s get into the bath before I bury my cock inside you and have you overflowing with my cum.”

He lifts me into his arms and carries me to the tub. My eyes practically pop out of my sockets. Holy cow! I’ve never seen a tub like this before. Circular, massive, and at least four-feet deep, it dominates the expansive space. He sets me down gently and turns off the water. The tub is almost filled to the brim, and a thick layer of bubbly white foam coats the water’s surface. The intoxicating scent of lavender drifts to my nose. His words replay in my head.
I so fucking want you, Zoey
. Again! I’m delirious with desire. This fairy tale better never end.

Brandon steps into the tub first, one long muscular leg after the other. He gracefully lowers himself to a sitting position, until his body all but disappears beneath the foamy bubbles. Leaning back against the basin, he lets out a loud contented “Aah.” I wonder—is that the sexy sound he makes when he gets a blowjob?

“Get your sweet ass in here,” he orders, curtailing my ruminations.

I carefully get into the enormous round tub. Brandon grips my hand while I lower myself and sink my hips between his steepled legs. He slides me tight against him so we’re flesh to flesh. His thighs press against me and I can feel his hard length along my backside. The bubbles come up almost to my chin, covering all of me including my breasts. I feel awkward.

“Brandon, I’ve never taken a bath with a man.”
Let alone, a man like you,
I add silently. The truth, with my fear of drowning, I never took baths. Not until Brandon taught me how to swim did I indulge in one and since then, very few.

“So this is a first?”

“Yes,” I say timidly. Everything on this dreamy trip has been a first with him, with the the earth-shattering orgasms he’s given me topping the list.

Drawing me closer to him, he nuzzles the back of my neck. “Then, I’m going to have to make it unforgettable.”

Another yes! This one silent but punctuated with an exclamation point. My head folds forward. I’m so ready for him.

With one hand, he grabs a large sponge, and then with the other, he lifts up my long wet hair. He begins to run circles along my upper back and shoulders, and as gentle as they are, I flinch.

“What’s the matter baby? Am I hurting you?”

“No, no, I’m okay.”

He sponges me again, and again, despite his light touch, I can’t help jerking.

I hear him splash aside the bubble-coated water.

“Shit. Did I do this?”

He must have discovered all the scratches on my back from the wall-banger fuck. The stucco scraped my skin and bruised my spine. It’s not really his fault.

“No,” I reply softly. “If walls could talk…”

“Oh, baby.” He instantly flutter kisses all the blemishes. So tenderly, it’s as if butterflies are dancing across my back. I hum.

And then, I yelp, “Ow!” His teeth have come down on me. He’s bitten my right shoulder. Before I can ask for an explanation, he sucks the wound. Pain mixes with pleasure, arousing me.

“That’s going to be a souvenir of this bath,” he whispers in my ear. “I want you to always remember it.”

Believe me.
“I will,” I murmur as he kisses me again.

“Are you on birth control?” he breathes against the nape of my neck between little nips and gnaws.

“Yes.”

“Good. I want to fuck you again. Can you—”

“Handle it?”

“That’s not what I was going to ask you. You don’t have much choice in that department. I make those decisions.”

The control he exerts over me turns me on. A surge of desire hurtles through me. Apologizing, I ask him what he was going to say.

“Zoey, can you
trust
me?”

He’s used that word a lot tonight. And I’ve fallen for it each time. Suddenly, it’s an ambiguous word I distrust; it frightens me. The image of Katrina comes back to haunt me like a specter. Despite the hot bath, a shiver slithers down my spine. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice shaky.

“I’m not wearing a condom.”

Oddly, a condom was the last thing on my mind. Reservation plays an unexpected game of tug of war with want. He’s probably been with hundreds of women…

“I know what you’re thinking. I’m clean. When I was in the hospital, they tested me for everything.”

“But you’ve been with Katrina.” Just breathing in the bitch could result in a sexually transmitted disease.

“I haven’t fucked her since my release.”

“But you said sex with her sucked.”

“That’s not what I meant. Semantics. It’s been non-existent.” He pauses. “Please, baby, let’s stop talking about her. She’s six thousand miles away. I’ll deal with her when we get back to LA. For all intents and purposes, she doesn’t exist.”

She
does
exist. It still disturbs me that he didn’t break up with before our trip. There must be some reason, but I can’t ask him. I know him too well. He may be hung like a horse, but he’s as stubborn as a mule. End of discussion.

I force Katrina to the back of my mind as he smothers my back with more kisses and puts a hand between my legs. The caress of my aching clit magically makes her disappear into thin air. In my mind, I hear my pussy crying out for him.
He’s
all that exists.

“So, baby, are you cool with me fucking you unprotected?”

He applies more pressure. I throw my head back and moan. My answer. Sweet surrender.

“Sit on me, baby.”

Gripping my hips, he shifts me a little and then lifts me up several inches. I feel the tip of his dick at my entrance. Just as I begin to lower myself on his magnificent length, the doorbell sounds through the intercom.

“Fuck,” grumbles Brandon. “That must be room service.”

I silently curse. Of all times to come! Lifting me off him, my beautiful lover stands, making a splash, and then steps out of the tub. My eyes stay glued on his gorgeous body dripping wet with sudsy water and his enormous erection, committing every slick contour to memory, while he wraps an oversized fluffy white towel around his hips. It’s low enough to showcase his washboard abs and his perfect pelvic V. He’s just so fucking sexy. Pure manly perfection. Seriously, he’ll be
People Magazine’s
“Sexiest Man Alive” even when he’s dead.