Текст книги "Porn Star "

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A look passed between the two men, and she looked from one to the other.

“I’m looking forward to it,” Jason said.

“Am I missing something?” Sydney asked.

“No.” Jason spoke harshly, glaring at Richard.

“I thought you two were friends.”

“We are,” Richard said. “We’re just having a little disagreement. It’s nothing we can’t handle.”

“Good. I’d hate to see anything bad happening between friends.”

“This food is delicious, Sydney,” Richard said. “The best I’ve ever eaten.”

“Thank you.” Her cheeks heated at the compliment.

“You’re not used to men paying you compliments, are you?” Richard asked.

“I think I’m going to have to get used to it.” She quickly glanced at Jason, but he was glaring down at his food.

Biting her lip, she stared down at her plate, trying to think of the best way to end the tension.

“So, Richard, how is work?” She cringed at her own words. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even think of what I was saying.”

“Work is good. You don’t have any problems with me being a porn star do you?”

“No.”

“I was just making sure. I’d hate for you to be uncomfortable in your own room.”

She frowned. Okay, something was really wrong. “Didn’t you tell him that I invited you both to come and eat with us?”

“He told me,” Richard said.

“I don’t have a problem with what you do for a career. I just don’t watch it. I did tell Jason about it.”

“He knows,” Jason said, finally speaking up.

“Can I talk to you in private?” Sydney asked, wiping her mouth on the napkin she’d provided.

She didn’t wait for an answer and made her way into the kitchen.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“I could ask you the same thing. What’s going on?” She folded her arms across her breasts, staring at him.

“Nothing is going on.”

“You could have fooled me.” She dropped her arms. “Your friend and boss is out there, and you’re behaving like you don’t want him here.”

“I don’t want him here. I want you all to myself all the time.”

She melted, and unable to contain her smile, she closed the distance between them, running her hands up his chest. “You want me?”

He gripped her ass, pulling her in close. “I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s like a damn drug, wanting you, and not having you.” Jason slammed his lips down on hers, plunging his tongue within her mouth.

Sydney opened up, moaning as he made love to her mouth with a simple kiss. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her body against his, needing him more than she’d ever needed anything in her life. He was an addiction to her. She craved his touch every second of every day.

She was in love with him, and was scared everything in their life was moving too fast. He was sweet, kind, considerate, passionate, and everything she’d ever wanted in a man.

“I know you kids want to make out, but your lasagna’s getting cold,” Richard said, shouting out to each of them.

Pulling away, she still held onto Jason.

He smiled back at her with a wicked glint in his eye. “When he’s gone, we’re going to finish what we started right here.”

“Do you promise?” she asked. Her pussy was slick with her cream she was so aroused.

“Yes, it is,” he said, nipping at her lips a final time.

She moaned, opening her mouth so that he could deepen the kiss.

Finally, he pulled away first, giving them both enough space to breathe.

When they walked back in, Richard gave them both a knowing smile. “Why do I feel that the lasagna would have gone to waste if I wasn’t here?” he asked.

“It would have,” Jason said. “I’m sorry for being a bastard.”

“We all know it’s hard for you to make real decisions,” Richard said.

There went that undertone as if Richard was meaning something else.

“I can make the decisions that are needed when the time is right.”

Sydney looked from one man to the other, eating her lasagna. “Am I missing something?”

“No.” Both men responded at once.

Holding her hands up, she smiled. “Let’s talk about something else.”

“When is your sister getting back from Europe?” Richard asked.

“In a couple of weeks.”

“I bet you miss her.”

“Yes. I’m hoping when she gets back she’ll have time to meet Jason.” She smiled over at Jason, who smiled back at her.

The rest of the dinner went by without any event, and Sydney was pleased to see Richard go. He was a nice man, charming and sweet like Jason, but something was going on between the two friends that she didn’t even understand.

She was doing the dishes when Jason came back to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and kissing her neck.

“I’ve missed you.”

“Are you going to give me any clue as to what that was all about?” she asked, spinning around in his arms.

“What was what about?” he asked.

Giving him a pointed look, she still went on to explain it to him. “What was going on between you and Richard?”

“Nothing. We’ve just had a little disagreement about something. It’s nothing you need to worry about.”

“I hope it doesn’t cost you your job. Work these days is really hard to come by.”

“I know. Richard wouldn’t fire me, baby. He loves me too damn much to risk that.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Don’t worry about me. Now, where were we?”

Sydney was sure he was using sex to get her to stop talking, and she should be pissed about it, but she wasn’t. The moment his hands were on her, she stopped thinking about everything else.

Chapter Seven

Jason looked at the statue in the history museum. Sydney was reading the details of the statue, and he had his arm wrapped around her. They’d been together three weeks now, and he’d decided to take a trip out to the history museum, and treat her to a wonderful lunch and dinner. Richard kept warning him that he needed to come clean and tell her the truth, but each time he tried, he failed.

What if she no longer wished to be with him once she found out the truth?

He couldn’t keep lying about what he did for a living. Dawn was back in a week, and any chance he had with Sydney would be out of the question. Dawn knew who he was¸ and had talked about him with Sydney.

“Are you okay?” Sydney asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“You’re all quiet. This was your idea. I thought you were into history.”

“I am.” He smiled, pretending to be interested for the rest of the afternoon. He did love history, only he had bigger problems than remembering his facts about each president or the wars they’d fought in.

On the way out, Sydney gripped his arm, turning him to face her. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

He gritted his teeth, pulling her into his arms, and kissing her lips. “I’m fine, baby.” He cupped her cheek, stroking her smooth skin as he stared deep into her eyes. “I love you, Sydney.”

She gasped, and her mouth opened just a little.

“You love me?”

“Yes. It scares the hell out of me. I’ve never been in love with anyone nor have I cared about a woman I’ve been with. You’re different from any other woman I’ve ever known. I love you.”

“I’ve been so scared to admit the truth to you, but I love you, too, Jason. I know it was too soon to say anything.”

“Richard said if God could make the world in seven days, then a man can fall in love in that time.”

“What about a woman? Can she fall in love in that time?” she asked.

“I believe so.”

He pressed his lips against hers, moaning as she caressed her tongue over his. This was what Jason didn’t want to end, and yet he needed to tell her the truth. He’d walked out of a set last week because he couldn’t go through with it.

The gang bang scene had been all set up ready to shoot, and he’d walked away. Richard had been on set along with ten other stars, not to mention everyone behind the scenes. They’d all witnessed him walking away.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” he said, wrapping his arm around her neck. They made their way back to their hotel. He’d been lucky the past couple of weeks with no one recognizing him. Jason didn’t want to push his luck. It had always been a surprise when men and women approached him, asking about his life and the business.

When they were at the hotel, he gave Sydney the space to get ready for dinner while he called Richard. His friend had been covering for him more than ever before.

“How is a trip down memory lane?” Richard asked.

“Ha ha, I’m not that old.”

“What? The history museum not doing it for you?”

“How’s everything going?” Jason asked, glancing toward the door where Sydney was taking a shower.

“Everything here is great, Jason, but there’s a lot of talk at the moment.”

“What kind of talk?” Jason didn’t doubt that there would be some backlash for him not working.

It wasn’t his fault his dick only worked for one woman.

“The kind of talk that you’ve not got what it takes,” Richard said.

Part of him was happy, and another part was worried. If everything backfired with Sydney, what did he have in his life? Nothing.

“You’ve got a make a decision about this life, Jason. You can’t keep doing half measures. I’m telling everyone you’ve come down with a bug, but I don’t think Sydney’s going to like being referred to as a bug.”

Jason didn’t like her being referred to as a bug. “I don’t know what to do.”

Richard sighed. “You do know what to do, but as usual you’re afraid. What are you afraid of?”

He kept his gaze on the door. The sound of Sydney’s out of key singing was so incredibly cute.

“If I tell her the truth and she wants nothing to do with me, then I’ll be alone without the job.”

“Listen to me, Jason. Even with this job, and if Sydney walks away, could you go on doing it again? Sydney’s not an actress. You now know what it’s like to have a woman in your life who does moan with pleasure, who craves your touch. Can you even come back from something like that?”

The question was a good one.

Jason couldn’t answer it. Sydney had given him more in the past three weeks than all of the women he’d fucked in the past ten years.

Fuck, when had his life gotten so complicated?

“It’s something you really need to think about,” Richard said. “I’m all for you and Sydney. Give her a chance, Jason. She doesn’t strike me as the kind of woman to cut you out of her heart just because of what you did with your life. Walk away or stick with it. It’s really up to you.”

“I’ll call you later.”

“You still don’t know what to do.”

“I do. I just hate that I’ve done this to myself. I love her, Richard. I love her with all my heart, and I can’t lose her.”

“Then don’t give her the chance to get away,” Richard said, ringing off.

He closed his phone and let out a sigh.

“Is everything okay?” Sydney asked, startling him.

Turning toward her, he nodded. “Yes, everything is okay.” It was on the tip of his tongue to tell the truth, but he held back. She was in a bathrobe, and he moved to her side, rubbing her arms. “I’ll take a shower, and we’ll head out.”

She caught his wrist before he got chance to completely leave. “You’d tell me if there was anything bothering you?” she asked.

Cupping her cheek, he nodded. “Of course.”

The lies just kept on coming. He didn’t know what was worse anymore. Pressing another kiss to her lips, he made his way into the bathroom. He didn’t lock the door, and he climbed into the shower. The cold water hit his skin, making him hiss the moment it fell onto him.

Resting his head against the tile wall, he took several deep breaths.

“Jason?” Sydney asked, coming into the bathroom.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked.

She climbed into the shower, running her hand down his back. “Something is bothering you, and you’re keeping me in the dark. I don’t know why you’re keeping me in the dark.”

“There’s nothing you can do about.” He faced her in the shower, groaning as she was completely naked.

Sydney cupped his cheek, closing the short distance between them, and pressing her body against his. “Talk to me, Jason.”

“There’s something you don’t know about me. I’m not ready for you to know the truth just yet.”

“It’s nothing dangerous, is it?” she asked.

“No, it’s not dangerous. I just can’t tell you right now.”

She bit her lip, and he pressed his thumb beneath her lip, tugging it out of her mouth.

“Don’t bite your lip.”

“I trust you, Jason. Tell me when you’re ready. I’m not going to rush your or force you to tell me something you really don’t want to.” Her hand moved from his cheek down to his heart. “I’m in here, and for me, that’s more than enough right now. I can handle just being here.”

She smiled up at him, and Jason felt like a bastard.

Capturing her wrist, he pressed her against the wall, trapping her in with his body.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ve come into my shower, and you’re all nice and wet. You don’t think I’m going to let you go, do you?” he asked.

He slid a hand between her thighs, moaning as her heat surrounded his fingers. She was wet, warm, and so damn inviting. Sydney made him ache and yearn for her body.

Kneeling before her, he opened up the lips of her pussy and found the sweet little bud he was looking for. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he moaned as her juice slid into his mouth. He lapped up her juice.

“Yes, Jason,” she said, sinking her fingers into his hair. She tugged on the length of his hair, and he relished the bite as he brought her closer to orgasm.

Plunging three fingers inside her pussy, he stared up the length of her full body, watching her come apart. Her cunt tightened around his fingers, and only when she came down from her release did he stand, sliding between her legs. Jason pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance and slid inside her. Lifting her up in his arms, he pumped his dick inside her, relishing her warm, wet heat gliding over me.

“Do you feel how deep I am, baby?”

“Yes, please, Jason, fuck me.”

He fucked into her, over, and over again, staring into her eyes. This was what he loved, being inside her, and with Sydney looking at him as if he was the only fucking man in the world. Everything else would eventually fall into place.

It had to.

****

Sydney twirled her fork in the spaghetti and turned to look at Jason. He was a handsome man, but he was keeping something from her. She didn’t like that he couldn’t bring himself to tell her whatever it was that was bothering him, but she also didn’t want to end what was happening between them. Her pussy was still tender from their lovemaking hours before.

Jason couldn’t seem to get enough of her, and she loved that he was so insatiable. He was the first man who’d not been able to keep his hands off her. The whole experience had been rather refreshing.

“I’ve enjoyed our weekend away,” Sydney said.

“I have as well. We need to do this more often,” Jason said.

“How is Richard holding up without you? Is he still able to work?” She would hate to think anything was ruining Jason’s career.

“No. He’s fine. He can handle himself without me being there. What about Tricia?”

“She was the one who gave me the weekend off. Erm, I was wondering if you’d invite Richard around to my place next Friday night?” she asked.

“Sure. Why?”

“Dawn’s coming home, and I was thinking of making it a double date. You and me, Richard and Dawn. They danced at the club a few weeks back. I didn’t know if they’d like the chance to get to know each other again?” She took a bite of her spaghetti, watching as he tensed.

“I’ll let him know. He loves your food and been talking about it for a long time.”

She smiled. “I’m glad. It’s always great to know good food is appreciated.” She twirled her fork in the spaghetti once again. “Are you regretting telling me that you loved me?”

“What?”

“It’s just that ever since you said it, you’ve been acting really strangely. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up.” She placed her fork down, and reached for some water.

Jason caught her hand, kissing the inside of her wrist.

“No, I do not regret telling you that I love you. I meant every word I said, Sydney. I love you. I’m not going to suddenly change. There’s just a lot going on.”

“A problem shared is a problem halved.”

“You can’t help me, baby.”

Sydney gritted her teeth. He wasn’t even giving her the chance.

The waiter came to the table, asking if there was anything else they’d like. Sydney declined any food, and was finished with her meal. “I’m ready to go back to the hotel,” she said.

“Is there a problem with the food?” the waiter asked.

“No, the food is delicious. I’m not hungry.”

She wiped her lips on the napkin, getting to her feet. Sydney wasn’t in the mood to listen to Jason. This was supposed to be their weekend together, yet he’d been distant from her. Sure, he’d told her that he loved her, but since then, he’d been incredibly distant. The museum had been a complete bust, and the only time she’d felt in any way close to him had been the shower.

Stepping out of the restaurant, she didn’t wait for a cab, and started walking. Jason had driven them to the restaurant, but she wasn’t going to wait around for him.

“Sydney?” He started to shout her name.

Wrapping her arms around her body, she ignored him, walking down the street. She didn’t know where she was going but in that moment, she really didn’t care.

“Damn it, Syd, stop,” he said, grabbing her arm, and stopping her.

She pulled out of his arms. “Let me go.”

“Where are you going?”

“Back to the hotel.”

“You’re going in the wrong direction.”

“I don’t care. It’ll give me time to think.”

“What’s going on with you?” he asked, opening his arms, and glaring at her.

“Nothing is going on with me. I’m fine. I’m just dealing with the fact that the guy who is supposed to be in love with me, is in fact, cutting me out of part of his life.” She stopped walking away, to turn on him. Sydney pressed a finger against his chest, glaring at him. “I’m tired of this, Jason. You’re making everything complicated. You love me, and yet you won’t share a part of your life with me. I don’t get it. What have I done?”

“Nothing, baby. You’ve done nothing,” he said, tugging her close.

The hand she’d been pointing at his chest was now trapped between them.

“Then what’s going on? This was supposed to be a fun weekend, and yet, we’ve not had fun. We have argued more than anything. I don’t understand it. What’s going on?” she asked.

He let out a sigh. “Nothing is going on. I’m just thinking about coming away from being Richard’s PA. I don’t know why it’s bothering me so much.”

She stared into his eyes, and knew she had to believe him. “You don’t have to give up what you’re doing.”

“I’m getting older.”

“Jason, do what makes you happy. Don’t think about anyone else. If you’re not happy, then you’ll make other people miserable.” She quickly kissed him on the slips.

“Come on, I’m going to take you back to my car.” He took her hand, leading her back toward the parking lot where his car was waiting for them.

“I’m sorry for overreacting,” she said.

“You didn’t overreact. I was being a complete asshole, and you didn’t deserve that.”

He helped her into the car, and she kicked off the heels. The shoes were beautiful, but she wasn’t used to wearing such luxury high heeled shoes. Jason had given them to her when he’d picked her up Friday night.

They drove toward the hotel, and Jason made small talk about the museum, and he kept apologizing for his lack of interest.

“I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I won’t let you down again.”

“You better not.”

When they had the car parked for them at the hotel, Jason pressed his hand on her back, as they made their way up to their room. He closed the door, while she grabbed a soda out of the fridge, moving toward the floor to ceiling window, overlooking the city.

Jason came up behind her, banding his arm around her waist.

Some things were not adding up to her. They were in an expensive hotel that a PA shouldn’t be able to afford. He had expensive cars, a studio apartment, and he rarely showed any expertise of being a PA. She didn’t want to question him further.

The only PA type stuff she’d heard of was the kind Dawn told her about. Her sister had once been a PA, and she’d done jobs that were nothing like Jason’s.

“I hope I didn’t ruin your night,” he said, kissing her exposed shoulder.

“The night’s not over yet.” She took a sip of her soda, staring at his reflection. He’d removed his suit jacket and unbuttoned part of his shirt.

Licking her lips, she imagined using her tongue on his body, licking him in ways that she’d only ever dreamed about.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours?” he asked.

“I’m thinking about you, about licking you.” She teased her tongue over her bottom lip, and she heard him groan.

“You don’t have a clue what you’re doing to me, do you?” he asked.

She didn’t get a chance to respond as he pressed his cock against her ass.

Sydney was shocked he could stand up. The pulsing hot flesh pressed against her ass.

“I’m going to fuck you so damn hard, baby. First, I’m going to have you coming on my fingers.”

He didn’t dive right in, touching her. Slowly, he eased the straps of her dress down her shoulders.

Sydney watched their reflections, fighting her own need to tear his clothes off and fuck him.

When the dress fell to her hips, Jason pulled her back, pulling her head back with his fingers underneath her chin. He pressed a kiss to her lips, moving the hand from under her chin, to caress down the front of her body.

She bit her lip, unable to keep the moan from escaping at his touch.

“Your body is so beautiful, Sydney.”

The way he spoke with such passion to his words, she believed him.

He cupped her breast, stroking his thumb over the hard tip. “Don’t contain those moans for me, Sydney. I want to hear how much you want my touch.”

“Please, don’t stop, Jason.” She panted each word out. Her breasts were so sensitive that she was almost climaxing just by him touching them.

Jason used both hands, cupping her tits, pinching her nipples, and stroking down her body. She didn’t know how long she lasted with him exploring her body, only that she didn’t want it to end.

He pushed the dress past her hips, and it dropped on a heap in the floor, leaving her in only a thong. She’d never been one to wear such flimsy material, but she couldn’t wear any other style of panties with the dress.

“This is fucking sexy.” Jason cupped her ass before sliding a finger between her cheeks, to follow the path of the slender material, resting between her ass cheeks.

“You like my thong?” she asked.

“I do.”

She turned in his arms and started to unbutton his shirt. He’d already unbuttoned the top two, so she only had to work the rest of the buttons free.

Jason stroked up and down her back, and she leaned in close, kissing his nipple. He groaned, and she stared up at him as she took his first nipple between her teeth, biting down on him.

“Fuck, baby, you’re playing with fire,” he said. She licked across his chest, paying the same attention to his other nipple.

She stroked her fingers up and down his stomach, teasing him with each stroke. He kept groaning, and cupping her ass.

Smiling against his skin, she sank to her knees before him. Unbuckling his belt, she pulled down the zipper and worked his dick out of his pants. He was hard and silky at the same time. His skin was so smooth. She pressed a kiss to his tip, before flicking her tongue over it, moaning as his pre-cum exploded on her tongue.

Licking up and down his shaft, she stared up his body. He was stroking his fingers through her hair, panting as she drove him crazy, refusing to give him her mouth. Jason wrapped her hair around his fist.

Gripping the base of his shaft, she sucked his cock into her mouth, taking him to the back of her throat.

The fingers in her hair tightened, and she moaned around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, you know exactly what to do to drive me insane.”

She wanted to give him pleasure like he always gave her. Flicking her tongue over the weeping slit, she took him deep into her mouth. When she would have gagged on his length, she pulled back up, building a steady pace.

Jason tugged harshly on her hair, stopping her.

He didn’t give her the chance to question him. Pushing her to the floor, he slid between her thighs, found her entrance, and slammed inside her.

They both crying out, panting for breath. The hard length of his cock pushed within her, shocking her with how deep he went.

“You’re driving me crazy.”

Jason slammed inside her, claiming her lips as he fucked her on the floor. When that didn’t sate him, he pulled out, picking her up in his arms, and carrying her across the hotel room to the bed. He dropped her down to the bed, settling behind her.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Yes.” She knew he wouldn’t ever intentionally hurt her. He cupped her hip tightly as he fingered her pussy.

She tensed up as he took his slick fingers back to her ass. “What are you doing?”

“I want to fuck your ass, baby. I promise I won’t hurt you. It’ll be hot as hell, and I’ll have you screaming for more.” He kissed her shoulder, pushing his fingers through her wet slit.

Nodding, she slowly relaxed against him as he began to work his fingers against her ass. Resting her head on his arm, she closed her arms, giving herself up to the pleasure of his touch.

He worked a finger inside her, pumping it in and out, before adding a second. The pain at first was just a little too uncomfortable, but it began to change to unimaginable pleasure. She couldn’t recall ever experiencing anything like it.

Some of the men she’d dated had wanted to try anal sex, but she’d been too afraid and embarrassed. By the time Jason was working his cock into her ass, she was hot as hell, craving his touch.

She helped ease him inside her, and he fucked her with slow strokes, giving her time to accommodate him.

“Touch your pretty pussy.”

She didn’t fight him, and teased her clit, while he began to increase his thrusts within her ass.

When she glanced over her shoulder, Jason claimed her lips, gripping her hip tightly as he worked his cock in and out of her ass.

“I love you, baby. I love you so fucking much.”

They came together with his words ringing in her ears. If he loved her so damn much, why was he keeping things from her?