Hidden in the Stars: HITS (a Falling Stars novel) Book 2 Read online

His hands tighten on my hips, fingers gripping the lace there. The tips dig into my skin as he pulls the lace as far as he can with his body still between my legs.

  Releasing the lace, he palms the back of my knees and pushes them high. A moment of self-consciousness causes me to pull away, just a bit. But he notices.

  "Don't you dare move," he says, his eyes locking onto mine.

  The command stills me.

  Keeping eye contact, he slides the panties up and over my feet and tosses them away before pushing himself back between my thighs.

  With his bare hips flush against my thighs, I squirm, pressing to get closer.

  "Do you want me to fuck you, Liza? Is that what you want?"

  Rocking his hips, the long length of his cock brushes against my thigh—hot, hard, and ready.

  I close my eyes and bite my lip.

  "Tell me, Charmer."

  He angles forward, bringing his length against my swollen lips. The shudder of his body gives away the effect his teasing has on him.

  "Yes," I growl, raising onto my left elbow. Grabbing his hip with my right hand, I pull him against me.

  "Christ," he pants, sliding his hand between my legs. He slips one finger against my clit and I drop my head back. Pressing down harder, he earns a gasp. Sliding through my wetness, his long finger enters me in a smooth invasion before a second joins.

  Unable to hold back any longer, I buck my hips and fuck myself against his hand, needing more. He gives it. One more long finger fills me, stretching me.

  "You're so fucking hot," he rasps, watching his digit move in and out of me while his hand stays motionless. I close my eyes, reveling in the feel of his palm rubbing my clit with each downward motion of my hips. "There's no going slow, Liza."

  His finger disappears and my eyes open, meeting his. The connection between us like summer lightning.

  "I won't apologize for wanting you hard and rough," he grounds out, entering me in one long, rigid thrust. "Fuck, Liza!"

  "Oh God," I gasp, falling to the flat of my back and digging my nails into the carpet.

  "Look at me," he demands.

  Not realizing I'd closed them, I open my eyes. The moment my eyes connect with his, a storm engulfs us.

  Still above me, he reaches out with his right hand, fists the lace between my breasts, and starts thrusting. Each drive jostles my body. His left arm snakes under my right thigh to find purchase and hold me in place.

  Electrical currents zap through my veins. All of it charging between my legs. Each thrust flipping another switch. The pleasure builds, bubbles, arching my back and neck.

  "Jackson,” I moan, loudly. "Don't stop."

  Clawing at the plush carpet, I wonder for a moment if I'll tear it. It's been so long, too long, since I've had a man-induced orgasm. And this man…fuck, this man knew exactly how to induce.

  "Oh yes, yes, yes, Jackson." I sing so much praise, it's practically blasphemy.

  "That's it, Charmer, sing for me." His words come with harder pumping hips.

  The electrical charge hits a crescendo and I cry out. Jackson rides the waves of my climax hard and nasty. His hand on my thigh digs into my flesh, the lace of my bra protests his grip, and he shouts.

  "Fuck."

  Jerking forward once, twice, and a final time, he comes just as hard as he rode me.

  Jackson releases his grip on my thigh and bra. Collapsing forward, he presses his forehead to my stomach. We lie silent, satisfied, and panting for breath in the middle of his hotel room.

  Jackson

  Lifting myself off Liza, I look over a body built for sin wearing the evidence of the hottest fuck I can remember. Deep red and purple sucker bites on her breasts, the reddened skin where the lace rubbed, and my sweat on the inside of her thighs. For a moment, the regret of wearing a condom flashes through my mind, wishing it was a mixture of our sweat and come between her legs.

  What the fuck am I thinking?

  The shift of her body distracts my crazy thoughts. Looking at her face, her eyes are closed and breathing steady. Asleep. I grin, knowing she sang my name and passed out from my cock. She shivers and goose bumps form on her skin.

  I slip from her body and bite back a moan. My legs wobble on the way to toss the used condom in the trash. The wall mirror catches my attention and I stare at myself holding my jeans up, cock tucked back into my underwear.

  "You haven't touched that shit tonight, you know that?" I whisper to my reflection.

  Liza groans and I return back to my little snake charmer, who's curled onto her side. I slip my hand beneath her body and lift her into my arms. She doesn't wake. Taking her to my bed, I lay her on the mattress. Before covering her, I unhook and slip the bra from her body. She curls onto her side once more.

  I shove my jeans down my body, step out of them, and crawl over her sleeping form. Settling in beside her, I wait almost a whole goddamn minute before wrapping her in my arms and bringing her to my chest.

  "Ow, shit."

  A hushed cry wakes me.

  "What are you doing?" I ask, my voice clogged with sleep.

  "Sorry," she whispers. "Bathroom?"

  "Other way," I mumble and then yawn.

  The click of the door lets me know she found it. Rolling to my side, I rub my face and watch the bathroom door with heavy lids.

  The door opens, casting a heavenly glow around naked Liza. Her right arm flails out to the side and the room darkens.

  "Sorry," she whispers.

  I hear the embarrassment in her voice. I wonder if she blushes all the way to her delicious nipples.

  When I don't feel movement on the bed, I glance around the darkened room.

  "Liza?" I call out.

  No answer.

  I climb out of bed and walk to the sitting room.

  Bent at the waist, Liza picks up clothes from the floor. The light from the large window puts her pale, heart-shaped ass on display.

  "What are you doing?"

  She startles, straightening and turning to face me. Holding her jeans to cover her body, her eyes dart to the door and then back to me.

  Well, that won't fucking do.

  "It's really late. I should get—”

  I reach out, take the jeans from her, and throw them off to the side. She watches where they fall and even in the dim light, I can see she’s nervous.

  "I should get going." Her eyes return to my face.

  "Why?" I ask, arms over my chest.

  "It's late."

  "We still haven't had breakfast."

  I drop my arms.

  "Um, we, uh…"

  Her discomfort is almost funny, but she's standing less than a foot away from me completely naked and I'm hard as fuck for her.

  Bending, I lift her over my shoulder.

  "Put me down." Her giggle kills the demanding effect she's going for.

  "Okay."

  I drop her onto my bed and she bounces to the middle, pushing her I've-been-fucked-by-Jackson-Shaw hair from her face.

  "What do you plan to do with me now?"

  She leans back on her hands, straightening her legs and crossing them at the ankle.

  Fuck if I don't love the little challenges she likes to pose.

  "My plan," I place my hands onto the mattress, "is very straightforward." I crawl toward her.

  Her eyes widen and she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth.

  At her ankles, I hesitate, grasping one in each hand.

  "It's to spread your creamy, smooth, sexy as fuck legs…" I pull her legs apart and she doesn't resist.

  "And then what?" she asks, her question breathy.

  Crawling between her open legs, I use my palms to push her thighs wide apart and lower my body. The muscles under my hands tighten in anticipation.

  "Then," I make sure to speak with heavy, hot breaths over her exposed flesh, "breakfast."

  I drop my open mouth to her spread pussy. Her fingers slip through my hair and fist the strands. My dick throbs, wanting release. He
remembers how tight she is, how hot and wet she was for us. And at this moment, my dick hates my tongue as I delve deep inside to fuck her with it.

  "You taste like heaven," I say, my wet mouth sliding against her lips.

  "Less talk," she groans, pressing her hips into my face.

  Pushing closer, I use my shoulders to hold her thighs wide and high, leaving my fingers free to explore. I lick up her slit and suck her swollen clit into my mouth, plunging my middle finger deep inside her. The mixture of her arousal, my saliva, and the way she holds my head in place makes me thrust into the mattress, searching for some kind of relief.

  I add another finger and the heel of her foot presses between my shoulder blades. It's hot as fuck how she goes from nervous and awkward to teasing, demanding, and greedy. I could fuck this girl for days.

  "Yes. Right. There." Her body trembles.

  Pulling my fingers out, I kiss her clit one last time and pull away.

  "No," she whines, gripping my hair tighter, making the tip of my dick prickle.

  Chuckling, I reach up and untangle her fingers. She allows me, but wears an adorable pout on her face.

  On hands and knees, I crawl to the edge of the bed. The soft touch of her hands caress my thighs and slide up over my ass. Fuck, I should've taken off my underwear.

  At the waistband, she curls her fingers beneath the fabric. The scratch of her nails against my skin sends a shot of pleasure straight to my poor, neglected dick. I don't think he can take much more. She pulls, slowly stripping me. My cock springs forth, hard and ready.

  I reach over the edge of the bed, my stomach pressing against her tits. The hard pebbles rub and I clench my teeth against the tug in my balls. Her hands slip up my back, dipping into the valley of my spine, gripping softly.

  Unable to find the handle for the bedside drawer, I grab from beneath and pull. It crashes to the floor and her hands still.

  "Are you okay?"

  Her body shifts, pressing flush against mine as she tries to get up.

  "Fine. Don't move," I bite out, my cock throbbing with every shift of her skin.

  Putting more of my weight on her, I keep her in place and grab the foil wrappers.

  Condoms in hand, I return to hover on hand and knees above her body. Our eyes meet. Damn, I love that naughty glint in her eye.

  "Shit," I groan, closing my eyes.

  Her hand moves around and over my rigid cock. Instinctively, I press forward and fuck her soft, little palm. When her thumb swipes over the head, she inhales sharply.

  I open my eyes and grin down at her, knowing she just found my piercing. I drop to my forearms, still thrusting into her hand, and bring my mouth an inch from hers.

  "Don't worry, baby. You loved it last time." Slipping my tongue from between my lips, I lick her mouth. She moans, squirming beneath me.

  Liza's free hand slides up my ribs, over my shoulder, and down my arm. Reaching my hand, her fingers work their way into my fist. Keeping eye contact, she frees one foil package, brings the packet between her white teeth, and tears it open.

  I lick my lips, our faces so close I can practically taste the latex on my tongue.

  She slips the condom over my steel hard cock using both hands. Her thumb swipes once more over the tip, causing a reflexive jerk of my hips.

  She leans up slowly and presses her mouth to mine. With one hand against my chest, she pushes. There is no fucking way I'm moving off of her right now.

  She pushes again, harder.

  "Please," she says against my lips.

  Fuck me if I don't push up onto my arms.

  Sliding around beneath me, she manages to sit up and manipulate me into sitting on my legs.

  Frowning, I move forward, but she puts a hand out. I narrow my eyes, waiting.

  She crawls over and straddles my thighs. Instinctively, I palm her ass. Jesus Christ, her ass is made for my hands.

  One small arm wraps around my shoulder as the other snakes between us, gripping the base of my cock. I groan and bury my face in her neck, sucking on her skin. She positions me at her entrance and drops down hard, taking all of me in one motion. I press my teeth against her flesh and she moans.

  Her arms wrap around my shoulders as she rises and falls in rapid succession. My fingers curl into her bare ass, digging deeply into her porcelain skin and spreading her cheeks. There will be marks. I grip harder, ensuring it, and guide her against me.

  The slap of sweaty skin and panting fills the room. The scent of latex, arousal, and pussy surrounds me. Every pint of blood in my body rushes to my dick. Sharp aching tightens my balls.

  Releasing one perfect globe, I grip her hip and pull her against me harder.

  "Oh, fuck." Her moans grow louder and dirtier. "Fuck. Your dick is amazing."

  Sliding my hand inward, I find her clit with my thumb and rub.

  "Jesus. Christ. Don't stop," she screams, her thighs tightening on my ribs. Her hips pump faster, seeking orgasmic bliss.

  Her dirty mouth makes it nearly impossible to hold back. My dick throbs painfully, the tip aches to release, and my balls may never drop again.

  "Jackson." My name sounds like a fucking prayer.

  Liza fists the hair at the back of my head with one hand and pulls my face from her neck.

  Fuck, if she makes me look in her eyes, see that naughty gleam, I'm gonna explode. I focus on her parted lips and the flush of her damp skin. She pulls on my head again.

  Our eyes lock.

  "Come with me, Jackson."

  I release a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

  "Come with me…now."

  Releasing my hair, her head drops back and she screams out for the heavenly father before calling out to me like the charmer she is. My cock pulses hard at the sound of my name and for a moment, my mind goes blank. Then, in a violent combination of clarity and ecstasy, all the energy in my body explodes into hers.

  I drop my forehead to her chest, my heavy breaths washing over her tits. I want to cup one and roll the hard tip in my fingers, but I'm completely fucking spent.

  She squirms, an attempt to move, and my sensitive cock can't take it. I grip her hips and quickly pull her off. A shudder rolls up my spine and I stare down at my softening cock, removing the condom.

  What kind of fucking shit is this? Is it broken?

  Liza rolls from her back to her stomach, the movement catching my eye. She's still trying to catch her breath, but inching to the edge of the bed.

  "Where are you going?"

  She looks back over her shoulder. The picture she creates is one a fucking artist would love to paint or sculpt. Her naked skin a blank porcelain slate: flawless. That ass: something to be worshiped. The curve of her hip: the perfect place to kiss, lick, bite.

  "To get my clothes?" It sounds like a question.

  Knotting the condom opening, I drop it next to the bed and move to her.

  She stiffens, but doesn't try to run. It wouldn't matter. I'd catch her.

  I grab her by the knees and pull her back to the middle of the bed. The contrast of my inked skin against her clear perfection causes a pang in my chest.

  Ignoring the feeling, I angle my body on the bed so I can lay the back of my head on her thigh, right where it meets her ass.

  "Are you hungry?" I slip one hand underneath her knee, holding.

  "No," she answers, and then yawns.

  "Tired." It's my turn to yawn.

  "A bit." She giggles out the response.

  "Sorry, if I bore you to sleep."

  Turning my head, I rest my cheek against her skin. I'm a sick fuck, 'cause the smell of sex, of us, coming from between her legs is oddly satisfying.

  "You'll just have to make it up to me." I can hear the smile in her voice.

  I release her knee and roll to my stomach. Leaving my cheek against her thigh, I bring one hand to the right cheek of her ass.

  "How long have you worked at the club?"

  My question catches her by surprise. The musc
les beneath my cheek and hand tense.

  "A few years."

  I don't like how guarded she sounds.

  "Are you from here?"

  I brush my thumb over her skin, feeling the muscles relax a little.

  "No."

  "Where are you from?"

  "Pennsylvania."

  "You aren't comfortable with questions." It's not a question.

  "Why are you in L.A.?" she asks, turning the tables.

  I shrug.

  "Promotion. Music stuff." It's not a total lie, but part of my contract with the show is keeping my identity as a judge a secret.

  "So, you'll be heading back home soon." This isn't a question.

  "Tell me about you, Liza." I trace invisible patterns on her skin.

  "Not much to tell." I feel her shrug and then she sighs. "I came to L.A. thinking I would be famous. Turns out, a lot of people have the same idea." She laughs quietly.

  "How did you find the club? To be honest, I wouldn't have given that fucking place a second glance from how it looks on the outside."

  "Waitressed with a girl who told me about auditions. I went to check it out and the rest is history."

  The room falls silent, but it's not an uncomfortable silence. It's too fucking comfortable.

  "Do you often go back to hotels with people who come to watch the show?"

  It's a shitty question and I know it, but being with her is too easy. Time with my snake charmer is up.

  Her body stiffens.

  "Why would you say that?"

  "I didn't say anything. I asked a question."

  "You know exactly what you're saying." Her body disappears and my head hits the bed. I immediately miss her presence.

  "Don't get pissy. It's just a fucking question." Rolling onto my back, I rub my face. I want to jump up and drag her back to me.

  "Fuck you, Jackson. You got what you wanted from me, don't be an asshole about it now."

  The bed shifts and I angle my head, watching her walk toward the bedroom door. Without thinking about why I need her to leave, I roll from the bed and catch her around the waist. She squeals as I lift her into my arms.

  "What the hell are you doing?" she asks, more confused than mad.

  "I didn't say you could leave."

  Kneeling on the bed, I lay us both down onto the mattress.