David looked out the door and shook his head.
“This is way safer than Compton. No one is even close.”
He was right. In Compton, your chance of being a crime victim was 1 in 27.
When Alex showed up, tensions went down considerably. He and David hugged.
Chloe found herself feeling shy when Alex turned his attention to her.
“It’s been forever. How have you been?” Alex asked her as if they were friends.
“Besides a bit of FBI trouble, all’s good.”
“Come on. I’ll show you where you’re staying,” Alex said as he offered his arm to her.
David gave them a knowing look and followed a step behind as Alex pointed out different landmarks. Behind the mansion was a huge pool and then several guest houses. She and David shared one.
“Unpack, and we’ll get together in half an hour. It’s a gorgeous day. Let’s meet at the pool,” Alex said.
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Shouts and splashes echoed through the late afternoon, bouncing off the walls from the pool area. Her room had French doors with sheer curtains. She looked out to see what was going on. Her gaze stopped on a tanned male reclining on a patio chair, beer in hand, surrounded by laughing girls. It was Alex, and one of the girls had to be his sister, Nat.
Suddenly, his eyes met hers. Horror gripped Chloe. She was in the middle of changing and only wore her underwear. He had to have seen her. She dove to the side so she wasn’t exposed. Her heart felt like it might burst from her chest because he’d caught her spying on his party.
Maybe he hadn’t seen her. She peeked around the corner to see and saw him give her a little wave. She wondered if David would be up to taking her home.
David knocked on her door.
“You about ready?”
“I’ll be out in a minute,” Chloe called out.
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David was only wearing board shorts and flip-flops. Chloe had put on a tiny black bikini and a white crochet coverup that was very revealing. When David saw it, he gave her a big smile.
“Hang on. I need to go call Crystal and tell her that we’re done,” he teased.
Chloe felt her whole-body flush from his compliment.
“You think he’ll notice?”
“Oh, yeah. I’ll distract the girls so none of them puts an ice pick in your back for stealing the spotlight.”
And he did just that. David put on one of his dazzling smiles, and the girls fawning over Alex abandoned him to swarm David. Alex rolled his eyes and made her feel like she was in on the joke.
“Care if I join you?” Chloe asked.
“I was hoping you would.”
While David flirted shamelessly, Alex walked her over to the bar. Yes, there was an actual bartender.
“His specialty is aguardiente. It’s an anise-flavored drink made from sugar cane that you’ll become addicted to,” Alex promised.
“Si, very good,” the bartender assured her.
“I’d love to try it.”
When the bartender put it on the bar, she almost turned it down. It was dark green. She picked it up, and it had a sweet, fragrant smell. It had a robust licorice-like taste. She could tell that her sister would turn her nose up at it since the aniseed had one of those love-it-or-hate-it kinds of spicy flavors. Chloe loved it.
She noted that Alex had gotten another beer.
“You suggest I get one, but not for yourself?”
“It’s a girly drink,” Alex said.
The two of them held up the bar while David talked the rest of the people into the pool. Alex explained that the girls were all Nat’s friends who insisted on seeing the famous movie star. Nat would be very popular all week with him here.
It turned out that Alex had noticed her. They reminisced about high school. He even knew about her best friend-slash-girlfriend cheating on her with a guy. Before she knew it, she’d had three drinks on an empty stomach. She caught a whiff of beer on Alex’s breath, but he didn’t seem drunk—just relaxed.
“Let’s go to the house,” Alex suggested.
“No,” she said quickly.
“No?” he asked as he raised his eyebrows.
With a palm on her hip, he tugged her closer, letting her feel how she affected him.
“Let’s go. I’ll show you where everything is,” Alex said as he took her elbow and guided her toward the house.
They went in the kitchen door, and he made them both a sandwich called an arepa. Alex said it was a typical street food made with a flat, round, cornmeal cake. They resemble English muffins or pitas, and he stuffed them with shredded beef.
After she’d eaten, Alex asked, “Not so bad, right?”
“I didn’t expect food. I thought you might kiss me,” Chloe blurted out.
Alex’s eyebrows went up. Before she could change her mind, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her close.
‘He’s kissing me!’
David had told her to take charge.
‘Fuck it.’
She leaned forward—she, not Alex. As soon as her lips touched his, he pulled her closer with a low growl that had her stomach quivering. She opened her mouth to his tongue as he kissed her roughly. Her head spun as she worried that he might get the wrong idea.
“Let’s go somewhere more private,” Alex suggested as he grabbed her hand and all but dragged her to his room.
When they got there, they began to kiss again, but her old insecurities came back.
“Wait,” she complained as she pushed him back. “I know you aren’t really interested in me. It’s just that David has all the other girls’ attention.”
She tilted her head down so her long, straight hair would cover her face. She was sure it was bright red in embarrassment. Alex was so close and not saying anything. The longer he stood there, the more she felt her crushing shyness getting in the way.
Instead of using his words, Alex grabbed her hand and pressed it over the hard bulge bursting through his swim trunks. Taken off guard, Chloe did what David had taught her and squeezed. She peeked up, and Alex’s head had fallen back, and he groaned.
“Does that feel like I don’t want you?”
She gave him a tiny smile.
“Let me take care of you,” Alex whispered in her ear.
He’d pushed himself up against her as he cupped her chin, ready to kiss her. He looked her in the eye as he lifted her coverup over her head. When it hit the floor, Alex grabbed her chin again so he could see her reaction as he ran a finger inside the top of her swimsuit bottoms. He was an inch above her pussy, which was pulsing with need.
“I’m going to touch you now.”
Her eyes got big as he brazenly pushed his hand inside her swimsuit. His fingers found her sex, and his middle one slid between her folds.
“You’re hot for me.”
She could only moan in response.
Alex’s other hand grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back so he could kiss her neck.
“I want to fuck you,” he muttered.
“I’m a virgin,” came out in a whisper.
When he’d said ‘fuck,’ her knees had almost buckled.
“I want to fuck you long and hard. I want to shove my cock into your tight little virgin pussy and fuck you until you’re satisfied. It will start out slow and loving but soon be deep and fast. You’ll never want to get off my dick,” Alex promised.
She felt his bare, hot, hard cock push against her thigh. He’d lost his trunks. In self-defense, she reached down and wrapped her hand around it. Alex stopped what he was doing as she began to jerk him off.
“Yes,” he panted. “Yes, blow me,” he said as he put his hands on her shoulders and guided her down to her knees.
Alex had a nice cock. Not too big; just the right size to suck, Chloe decided.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered.
Like a well-trained pet, she obediently parted her lips. Alex pushed in, and his dick had a smooth texture. He told her to open wider, and then he fed her more of his length. She had the top two inches of his shaft in her mouth.