Front Man (4 page)

Jack paused for a
moment, taking in the vision before him. His eyes followed the line
of her body, from the twin orbs of her breasts to her long, smooth
legs. And the look of pure lust that sparkled in her eyes. She held
out her arms, and Jack fell into them. Kissing him hard, Sara tugged
at his t-shirt and eased it over his head. Jack moved to help her,
slipping off his pants, so only his tight boxers remained. Sara ran
her hand over the outline of his erection, relishing his hardness.
Jack sighed. Getting to her knees, Sara slowly slid his boxers down,
freeing his hard on. Jack let out a moan as she lowered her lips to
the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive tip with her tongue. One
hand moved to stroke his balls, as slowly she took him in her mouth,
easing her lips down his throbbing shaft until he was pushing against
the back of her throat.

“Oh God, Sara.”

She slid her lips up
and down his cock, allowing her tongue to tease him with every
stroke. Jack was gasping now, overwhelmed by the intensity of the
feeling, desperately trying to hold back the climax that he could
feel building. He never wanted this to end, but at the same time he
was desperate to be inside her. At last, he placed his hands on the
side of her face, coaxing her up to face him. She smiled naughtily,
sending shivers through him.

“Please, Jack,”
she whispered, “I want you.”

Sara sighed as Jack
eased her down onto the mattress, then placed both hands under her
ass and pulled her towards him. Spreading her legs wide, he rolled a
condom onto his length. Jack teased her for a moment longer, sliding
the tip of his erection between the wet lips of her pussy, rubbing
himself against her sensitive clit until she moaned. Pausing at the
entrance to her dripping pussy, Jack pushed just the tip of his cock
inside her.

“Oh God, Jack,
please. Please baby.”

Without warning, Jack
slid his full length inside her, making Sara gasp. His cock was so
deliciously thick, it hit all of her most sensitive spots, and she
felt filled for the first time. Complete. As he moved faster, picking
up the pace, Sara arched her back and ground herself against him.
Jack gripped her ankles and lifted her legs so they rested on his
shoulders, allowing him to penetrate her even more deeply. Sara's
eyes flew open, and she saw Jack's face, looking at her with an
expression of raw lust. She groaned. She had never been fucked like
this before.

Jack could feel his
orgasm building, and he slowed his strokes a little, finally easing
himself out of Sara's hot slit.

“Turn over
baby,” he commanded, and Sara was more than happy to comply.
With a gently slap on the backside, he ushered her up to the head of
the bead.

“Hold on to the
headboard,” Jack growled, and the sound of his voice, thick
with desire, turned Sara on so much that she had to comply. On her
knees, she clung to the solid wood, feeling Jack move behind her. His
hands found her breasts, caressing them gently. Then a hand snaked
between her legs, toying with her clit. Just when she felt she could
take his teasing no longer, Jack entered her roughly from behind,
pounding his cock into with a force that took her breath away.
Pleasure coursed through her, each wave hitting her with greater
intensity until she exploded into a breathtaking orgasm. As he felt
her pussy contract around him, Jack finally let himself go, coming in
spasms that made his whole body shudder. They collapsed together in a
heap on the bed, sweaty but satisfied.

***

Jack's eyes fluttered
open. He felt disoriented and his mouth was dry. Sara was asleep in
his arms, and he took a moment to relish her soft warmth pressed
against him. Gently, he eased himself up off the bed, trying not to
wake her, and padded to the bathroom. In the harsh overhead light,
the bags under his eyes were more pronounced. It was five am. The car
for the airport would be picking them up at six. Jack wasn't sure
what he would say to Michael after yesterday's events, but he was not
looking forward to the confrontation. With a sigh, he turned the
shower on to the hottest setting and tried to wash his worries away.

Jack gave the room a
final once over, checking for anything he might have left behind. He
hadn't actually unpacked in the first place, which made things a
little easier. He made sure he had his wallet, his medication and his
passport. Ready to rock. Then he tiptoed back in to the bedroom. Sara
was still fast asleep, curled up in the middle of the bed with the
covers pulled right up to her chin. He couldn't help but smile. She
looked so pretty and innocent. Part of him wanted to wake her, but he
wasn't sure what he would say...Jack loathed goodbyes. And what did
he have to offer a girl like that? Months on end following a
miserable shell of a man around on tour, a different hotel every
night, constant harassment by the press...no, that was no life for
anyone. Even if she would agree to it. Yet the thought of never
seeing her again made him feel hollow inside. Jack grabbed a piece of
hotel notepaper, and scribbled down a hasty message. Bending down, he
placed it carefully on the
night stand
,
then planted a feather light kiss on the top of Sara's head. She
didn't even stir. With one last look at her sleeping face, Jack
turned and hurried out of the suite, dragging his baggage behind him.

***

“Sara! Sara,
what the hell, wake up?”

Sara reluctantly
opened her eyes to find Erica perched at the end of the bed, wrapped
in a hotel robe.

“Hi...you ok?
How do you feel?”

“What? Yeah I'm
fine, except I woke up in a strange hotel room with no idea how I got
here. What the hell happened last night?”

Sara gave Erica a run
down of the evening's events, all the time trying to stifle the
sadness welling up inside her. Jack was gone. He had run out without
even saying goodbye. She should have known it was just a meaningless
one night stand, but somehow it had felt different. Like something
more intimate had passed between them. As she finished her story, she
realised Erica was staring at her with wide eyes.

“No fucking
way! This is Jack Carter's hotel suite? Oh my god, that is so cool!
Wait....did you...you didn't!”

Sara's blushes were
all the response her best friend needed. Her mouth dropped open.

“Sara! You and
Jack Carter....Oh my god!” Erica squealed, unable to string
together a coherent sentence. Suddenly her eyes fell on something on
the
night stand
, and she leaned over Sara
to snatch it up.

“Oh wow, look,
he's left you a note!”

Sara's heart leapt.
Maybe...just maybe she hadn't been fooling herself. She grabbed the
piece of paper from Erica's hand, racing to read the message.

“Sara. Flight
is early, had to go, didn't want to wake you. Room is good until 1pm,
feel free to order breakfast, charge it to my tab. It was lovely to
meet you. If you'd like to go for dinner some time, this is my
number. Jack.”

A telephone number
was scrawled beneath the message. Feeling like a smitten schoolgirl,
Sara clutched the paper to her chest. She was grinning from ear to
ear.

“I can't
believe you bagged Jack Carter. You have to teach me your secrets!”
Erica giggled, flopping back onto the pile of cosy pillows. Sara
smiled at her friend.

“Maybe after
breakfast. Pass me that room service menu, will you?”

It had been a crazy
twenty-four hours. As she folded the note and stashed it carefully in
her purse, all Sara could think about was Jack. She felt sure she
would see him again. The only question was when...and whether she
could stand the wait.

Jack and Sara will return
soon in
Front Man: One Night In Paris