Chapter 38

Author’s Note: Who doesn’t love a little Juliet Lawson interlude? She’s always fun! Please enjoy, as well as some of the additional developments that follow.

I stammered for a moment, unable to find words that would actually leave my mouth. Juliet was striking in an understated way that evening. Of course, the thin, silk robe – definitely not provided by the hotel – created a natural game of peekaboo with her body. The fabric was almost translucent, bumping up at the crest of her nipples, diving generously between her thigh gap. Her smile was as electric as ever, and those mineral pools that were her blue eyes paralyzed me.

“Kitty Kat got your tongue?” Juliet said, dripping with seduction.

“You’re the last person I expected to find here!” I said happily. “What a glorious surprise!”

I walked to Juliet and kissed her lightly on the cheek, not wanting to upset the Champagne glasses in her hands.

“Do you want one of these?” she asked, holding up a glass. “It’ll make it easier for me to kiss you.”

I took the stem of the glass she offered, and Juliet moved straight for my lips. My hand shook a bit as her tongue invaded my mouth, and Champagne spilled down my arm. I pulled back and smiled.

“I’m a mess,” I said.

Juliet just looked at me seductively, never losing eye contact, and licked the bubbly liquid off my forearm. It was a little ridiculous, so when she finished, we both burst out laughing. We made our way over to the sofa in the center of the living room and sat down, our knees touching.

“What are you doing here?” I asked. “I thought you were off shooting in Costa Rica or somewhere for the next six months!”

“I’ve got a weekend off,” she said. “We’re changing locations from Costa Rica to Australia, and all my shots are in the can. I knew what Kelly has been going through, and then when she mentioned she’d be in Vegas with you this weekend, well, I couldn’t help but invite myself along. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I definitely don’t mind,” I said, grinning.

“I should be more precise,” Juliet said. “I hope your girlfriends don’t mind.”

“They’re okay with it,” I said. “I don’t do anything behind their backs, so if I’m here? You know they’re good with it.”

“That’s such a great attitude,” she said, smiling back at me.

“So how’s Stephen?” I asked, feeling compelled to breach the subject since we had talked to my girlfriends.

“Oh, he’s Stephen,” Juliet said, rolling her eyes. “I think he felt like we got too close before filming started, so he pushed away a little bit at the beginning. But after you’re in the middle of the jungle for a month, and there are only the same old people around, well, you know. He came back to me.”

“I couldn’t imagine ever pushing you away,” I said, hypnotized by her eyes.

Juliet laughed, a genuine and deep laugh. “Oh, god, you’re only saying that because we only meet for sex,” she said.

There was something in her tone that made me not push the topic any further. Instead, I leaned in and kissed her. I think that surprised her, but she opened her mouth to mine, and melted into the back of the couch. That caused the closure of her robe to pop open, and her stunning, firm breasts broke free from the fabric. Her nipples crinkled to erection as my fingers pinched them, and Juliet gasped lightly. I kissed her neck, and she responded with enthusiasm. I cupped her tits, which defied gravity and fit my palm perfectly.

My hand caressed down the side of her rib cage, ran across her hip, and settled on the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

“Touch me,” Juliet said quietly. “I’m wet for you.”

I let my hand slip between her thighs and felt her lips. Laser hair removal left her pubis incomparably smooth, which made her arousal feel even more slippery. I ran a couple fingers over her opening and savored the effect it had on her. She closed her eyes and gasped the first time I touched her clit, which was a small, hard nub at the top of her slit. A look of true pleasure passed over her face. She opened her mouth again but didn’t make a sound. I probed more deeply, letting my middle finger slip past her outer lips, and Juliet was even wetter and hotter deep in her pussy. I found the rough surface of her cervix and gave a couple soft, deliberate strokes against it. She shifted her weight and spread her legs more widely, which also had the effect of pushing her robe off her shoulders and exposing her breasts fully.

Fingering her was driving her crazy, which I hadn’t expected, so I didn’t stop. I kept up a slow pace, building the intensity. Juliet increasingly gasped and moaned.

“Don’t stop,” she ordered.

I added a second finger inside her, and she groaned. She got even wetter. I picked up the pace of finger-fucking her. Juliet’s back arched, and I leaned in and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. She wrapped her arms around me, preventing me from coming up for air. Her hips bucked up involuntarily, and I took a moment to savor the fact that the hottest young starlet in Hollywood was going to cum on my hand.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I whispered as I moved to kiss her neck again.

“I’m gonna cum,” she said, her voice throaty.

She took a couple deep breaths, then they became more shallow. I could feel her cunt gripping my fingers as they thrust in and out of her with increasing speed. I got more rough, aggressively rubbing her clit and cervix. She started to thrash and cry out.

“Fuck! John!” she moaned. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum!”

Her cries turned to screams, and they became incoherent. I felt a gush of fluid from her cunt as I kept fingering her, and her body seized. I didn’t stop. I sensed something in her and kept up the rapid pace of my hand. Before she came down off the cliff of pleasure, she was on the precipice again. And then she spilled over. And then she spilled over once more.

“Stop! Stop!” she moaned. “I need you inside me. Get your dick in me. Right fucking now. Fuck me. Jesus Christ, fuck me!”

I hurriedly stripped, while Juliet laid down on the couch and spread her legs. She ran a finger over her pussy and clit, then lifted it to her lips and sucked it clean.

“So sweet,” she said with a smile.

My cock didn’t need any preparation. It was rock solid, and the vein running across the top throbbed visibly. A little awkwardly, I positioned my arms so I could get on top of Juliet. She smiled up at me, then screwed her eyes up and gasped when my cock sank into her with one stroke.

“Fuck, you are so fucking tight,” I said. “Jesus, and so wet. So fucking wet.”

“Your cock hits me so right,” she said. “Fuck me, baby. Just fuck me. Make me a slutty little starlet cum dumpster.”

I groaned again at her dirty talk and focused on steadying myself to fuck her rhythmically. Juliet was beautifully tight. She gazed up at me as I fucked her, her eyes adoring. I always wondered if she was acting during our couplings, but I didn’t care. She had a unique ability to make me feel like the only man in the world she wanted, and it was one of the greatest turn-ons I had ever experienced. Her velvety walls gripped me firmly, and my body didn’t resist the desire to simply offer myself up to the orgasm gods.

For several minutes, I fucked her for all I was worth. Sweat started to spill off my brow onto her perfect body, the soft skin with a hint of tan but mostly a blank canvas. Her pussy started to squelch more loudly as I pounded away at her, but the adoring gaze in her eyes never changed. Fleetingly, I thought she could be falling for me. I indulged the thought for a few moments, pushing myself closer to the brink and, finally, past it.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum so hard,” I told her.

“I need it,” Juliet implored. “Fill me up.”

I couldn’t put together anything coherent in response. I just grunted and moaned, and the cum felt white hot as it shot out of my cock and spread out inside her pussy. I was panting and out of breath.

“Whew,” I said, sitting back. “I really needed that.”

Juliet sat up on her elbows, eyes sparkling and stomach flat in spite of the angle of her body. She leaned to one side so she could put a finger in her pussy, and she tasted our combined juices.

“Not a bad appetizer,” she said.

“There’s only one problem,” I said.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“We’ve let the Champagne get warm,” I said, and we laughed.

Over the next few hours, Juliet and I went through two more rounds of sex. It wasn’t anything kinky, but it was extraordinary. Whether in my imagination or not, I felt an intense connection with Juliet, albeit a low-stakes one. It was easy to get along with her. We were playful together. We had fantastic physical chemistry. The time slid by, which is why I was surprised that, before midnight, she kicked me out.

“I’m sorry,” Juliet said. “I really am. But I’ve got to get back to LA really early tomorrow because I’m flying out to Australia tomorrow night. This was great, though. I mean that sincerely. Really great. I needed it.”

I was gracious – there was no reason not to be. Whatever thing Juliet and I had already had surpassed my wildest dreams. A one-off surpassed my wildest dreams. She walked me to the door in the same robe she had greeted me in, looking as put together as ever despite three intense rounds of sex.

“Here,” she said, scrambling back to the bar before I left. “Take this to your girlfriends. Tell them thanks for indulging me and sharing you.”

She handed me a bottle of Cristal. I kissed her goodbye and was halfway to the elevator by the time the door to the villa clicked closed behind me.

I had a hop in my step when I got back to our villa, and I could feel the pounding bass of music pouring from it before I reached the front door. I wondered what debauchery I would find inside. That curiosity was answered as soon as I walked inside. Directly in front of me, leg hiked up over the back of a chair moved from the dining room, was Alix with her face twisted in pleasure. Behind her stood the imposing, sculpted figure of one of the Thunder From Down Under dancers. He was relentless as he fucked her from behind, his hand cracking down on Alix’s ass with merciless force. She moaned under the weight of his welcome assault, and her tits shook invitingly.