Chapter 20

Author’s Note: Thanks for your patience waiting for this latest installment. It’s been a busy start to the new year! I’ve been striving for longer chapters in this book, but the last several have been shorter. I feel like that’s what the story has dictated at the moment, but it’s my intent that we’ll move back to the longer installments soon. Please enjoy!

Jess and I sat outside on the terrace of our Hollywood house. It was a stunning early evening in LA, the soft pink and peach tones of the sunset just starting to paint the blue sky. We were close enough to the city that we couldn’t really see the smog. I took a long drag on a joint we were a third of the way through smoking.

“It’s only been a few weeks,” Jess said. “I don’t think it can be that bad.”

“Kat said she hasn’t come out of her bedroom in three days,” I pointed out.

“She’s recovering and in pain,” Jess said. “I kind of get it.”

“Thirty days of Oxy gone in less than a week?” I said. “And Rita saw the pill grinder and residue. She’s snorting it.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” Jess relented. “Katie may need some help.”

“I feel like I could get through to her,” I said. “Maybe we should head back tomorrow.”

“You go ahead,” Jess said. “I think I’m going to stay here.”

I did a double take.

“I want to be around for the next two shoots,” she said. “I’m also overdue for a check-in with the Vegas girls.”

“Okay,” I said flatly.

“And,” Jess began but then stopped. “So, I know the Tommy thing is hard for you. I’ve been thinking about it. If you’re not with me, I won’t be alone with him or in a social setting. If he’s on set, obviously I can’t do anything about that. But I’ll keep it professional, okay?”

“I appreciate that,” I said.

“You can trust me, John,” Jess said.

“I know,” I said and smiled at her.

Her eyes told me it was true. My brain wondered if she could control herself.

But I didn’t dwell on it. It was a stupendously beautiful day in LA, and I was having lunch with Juliet. This lunch would be different, too. We had always met at Kelly’s house in Beverly Hills before. This time, she told me to just come to her place. She had bought a new house tucked away in the Hollywood Hills, about a ten-minute drive from our place.

It was breathtaking, secluded, and high-tech. I gained admission to the gate by having my face scanned. Once recognized – I don’t know how the system knew me – I was permitted inside. The door opened automatically, and Juliet stood there with a wide grin on her face, posing like a gameshow model showing off a prize.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” she said, her smile not dimming for a moment.

I wrapped my arms around her. Her body felt like a second skin against me as Juliet pressed against me. Her midriff was bare below her chic-but-short designer, button-down blouse. She wore a hot pink Valentino crepe-style miniskirt that framed her legs beautifully.

“This is extraordinary,” I said, looking her up and down. “The house isn’t bad, either.”

“Do you want a tour?” she asked, eyes sparkling.

“Absolutely,” I said enthusiastically.

Juliet had kept details of her home purchase under wraps. I hadn’t prodded her about it. But now that I saw it, I was amazed. The house was immaculate. It reflected Juliet’s style and personality. It had clean lines, was smartly but not overly decorated, and had a lightness and brightness about it.

“You had a lot of work done here,” I observed as we entered the kitchen.

“I wanted it perfect,” Juliet said. “And I wanted it to be mine.”

“I love it,” I said and slipped my arms around her waist.

Her kiss felt familiar and good. I needed it. I needed her. She took two slow steps back toward the kitchen counter. We bumped into it, and I noticed it was a few inches lower than normal. Juliet noticed my double take at her counters, and she smiled while she stood on her tiptoes and easily slid her hips onto the smooth, marble surface.

“This also makes it easier to get a better angle,” Juliet said, now spreading her thighs apart and not bothering to keep her skirt from riding up higher. “I’m only five-seven. Regular height counters are too hard to get properly fucked on.”

“Fuck me,” I muttered.

“No,” she said, licking her lips. “That’s my line. Fuck me, John.”

It was then that I noticed the glistening shine between her legs. She was dripping wet. She pushed herself to the very edge of the counter, just at the precipice of falling off, and wrapped her legs around me as her mouth covered me in a needy kiss.

“I love your cock,” she said, “and I want it in me. Now.”

“Where’s Melanie?” I asked.

“She’s in the shower,” Juliet said. “So she’ll be along soon. But that first load is mine.”

I pushed my hips forward, and Juliet skillfully fished out my cock. Without any ceremony, I pushed forward again and found myself in the welcoming, wet folds of Juliet’s pussy.

“Fuck,” we moaned in unison.

“A strap on is no substitute for the real thing,” Juliet said in a throaty voice.

I smiled and just grabbed her hips firmly. She moved back and forth against the counter. Our pace was deliberate but urgent. It seemed like I hadn’t been inside Juliet in ages, but the sensation of penetrating her also felt like second-nature, as if it were always just a short distance away in my memory. Her pussy gripped tightly, and it felt like her slick lips were clinging for their very lives to my cock. Sometimes I wondered if it was her peaking fame that made fucking her so fun, but it wasn’t that. She had always felt this way when we fucked. It was the singularity of focus she had in those moments, making you feel like you were the only person in the world. And then she stroked my ego even more by cumming hard. I smiled.

“I missed you,” I said, sweat forming on my brow.

“We need to get back to a more regular schedule,” she panted. “I can’t go so long without your dick.”

I looked her directly in the eyes, searching in them for something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

“I need that, too,” I said.

She smiled at me, and it was then that I realized part of my adoration for Juliet was her utter sincerity. Or she was just that good of an actor. But in all moments, but in these intimate moments in particular, she was so incredibly convincing and honest – to the point of seeming vulnerable – that every detail felt completely natural.

“What I really need,” Juliet said, “is your cum.”

She was going to say something else, but it was cut off by a second orgasm that seemingly came out of nowhere.

“You’re so hot when you cum,” I said.

“It’s your turn,” she said.

“You’re not going to have to wait,” I growled.

My balls were tight and full. I wanted nothing more than to flood her with sperm. I closed my eyes. Juliet’s fingers tweaked my nipples. It sent shockwaves through my body. There was no turning back. My guttural groan signaled the explosion happening against Juliet’s cervix. She cried out in pleasure, begging for my cum.

“Give it to me, daddy,” she said, voice full of pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I yelled, my hips crashing into Juliet as she threw her head back joyously.

I pulled her to me as my cock finished pumping inside her. We jointly muttered satisfied gibberish as my cock receded from her pussy.

“Fuck, I needed that,” I said and kissed her.

“Me, too,” she said. “That was so hot.”

She took a finger and traced the outline of my sticky cock, then put it in her mouth and sucked.

“We taste good,” she said.

And then our attention was diverted as Melanie veritably bounced into the room dressed in what looked like a white nightie.

“Oh, is my snack ready?” Melanie said happily. She was visibly wired.

“Yes, baby, it is,” Juliet said, shifting on the counter and spreading her legs wide.

Melanie smiled and gave me a quick kiss hello.

“I’ve got a shoot tomorrow,” she explained. “So I can’t eat. Just cum and cocaine.”

She laughed.

“You look great,” I said.

“Modeling is a cruel business because you can never look great enough,” she said. “But it’s so much fun.”

“You better get to work, sweetie,” Juliet prodded. “Or John’s load is going to leak out all over the counter.”

“I’ll take his cum however I can get it,” Melanie said, her eyes locked on mine. “But I like the benefit of getting you off at the same time.”