One More Time(25)

Holy shit.

Jenna has not lost any skills in the blowjob department. She was always a master and right now her tongue is doing things that are going to make me explode. And when she takes me inside her throat? I swear I see stars.

Suddenly, though, she stops.

I’m still panting from the feeling of her lips around my dick, my vision still blurry from the near orgasm. “What happened?” I ask.

“I can’t wait any longer,” she says. And then she crawls up and over me until she’s sitting so she can guide my cock inside her body. She’s tight and hot as I slide in. We both hiss at the moment I’m completely inside, filling and stretching her. Talk about seeing stars. I’m in fucking ecstasy. I’m fucking home.

She sits there for a moment, still, adjusting. Then she finally starts moving, and she lets everything loose. Weeks—no years—of tension seemed to be released as she writhes and moans and screams.

I’m hypnotized by her. It feels so good to be inside her, to have her riding my dick, and yet I’m truly mesmerized with watching her. It’s the best part of what’s happening now. Seeing her like this, so full of passion and maybe even rage, takes me to a place that I haven’t been in, well, maybe ever.

She’s so beautiful on top of me, head thrown back as she rides me to the place she wants to be. So angry when I torture her, holding her hands away so she can’t rub her clit. But when, at last, I take mercy and use my thumb to draw small, tight circles on that bundle of nerves until she seizes up around me and the vice grip of her pussy makes me come too, hard and furiously, that’s when it hits me.

I’m still in love with Jenna Stahl.





Jenna





I remember where I am before my eyes open and wonder if the safest thing to do is keep them closed.

Waking up means all of this really happened.

I am really in bed with Tanner James.

I really spent all night having hot, dirty sex with him before we collapsed next to each other, too worn out to move.

This was obviously not my best decision--who jumps back into bed with the man who broke her heart once before?

I sneak one eye open a peak just to be 100% sure. It catches Tanner’s tan, muscular shoulder just where it meets his hulking chest, and I feel a fresh wave of desire roll down my body, making me want to jump on top of him all over again. I’ve been trying to forget what it’s like to have Tanner James inside me for the better part of a decade, and now I have to start all over again, because the answer is really fucking good.

No. The answer is the fucking best.

And last night was better than even the hottest nights we’d had in the past. I’m so confused right now—what am I doing? I went from cutting him off to seducing him in the span of two weeks. I can blame my libido, or the old feelings from the past bubbling to the surface. But another part of me is wondering what if? What if we…?

But no, of course there won’t be a we. It’s impossible.

Although we certainly had some very compelling orgasms last night...

Even the thought of it prompts a very familiar pulsing in between my legs. If I stay in this bed a second longer I will have no control over what happens next. And that won’t go any further toward untangling my thoughts and feelings about what all this means for Tanner and I.

I slide out of bed and pad to the other room to throw on my clothes. Tanner is still sound asleep, though he murmurs something I can’t understand as I ease the door open. I don’t know if he’ll be offended or relieved that I snuck out, but it’s what I’m doing. I’ll have to face him eventually, but when I can’t avoid conflict entirely, I will definitely take procrastination if available.

I stop by my room for the world’s quickest shower and change before heading downstairs. The lobby doors open onto crisp Canadian air, and my head already feels clearer.

I catch a sly smile from the valet and wonder if he remembers me walking in with Tanner last night after leaving the set. I can get by without being instantly noticed when I’m by myself, but every single person in this town – if not this world – would recognize Tanner James. He’s an international superstar. People are dying to catch him with a brand new girl, especially if she happens to be the old girl. Put us together, and we’re instantly recognizable.

At least, we used to be.

Trying to clear my mind, I smile back, slip the valet a tip and jump into my rental car.

I have no particular destination in mind, just a vague idea about finding a tea, a park, a quiet place to think.

The first few blocks are bliss. I fly by a few shops and cafes as they’re just starting to open for the day. I see a few locals taking their goldendoodles and French bulldogs for a morning stroll. A few joggers are braving a run along the hilly streets for a morning sweat. I wonder if I can re-discover the cute little coffee shop from my walk. Slowing the car, I look for familiar landmarks.

Unfortunately, the one I find isn’t the one I want.

I’m right across from a spot called The Hot Griddle Café…the exact same name as an LA spot Tanner and I ate pancakes in the morning after our first time together. We’d sat next to each other in a booth, unable to be even as far apart as across the table. Hot coffee and maple syrup tasted like desire to me for months after.

And with that my blissfully clear mind is jam-packed full of the thoughts I’d meant to be avoiding: How could last night be so good after what Tanner did to me? Could we really go back to how it was in the beginning after he cheated? Should we talk about the video? It was just a kiss. Was our whole relationship worth throwing away for one kiss?