Meeting Mr Write: Mr Write Trilogy Book One (9 page)

He is so hard and I want him so bad, I lick my lips and let him push into my mouth, maintaining eye contact until he closes his eyes and throws his head back. Grabbing the back of my hair, Jackson pushes in and out of my mouth while lick and suck his cock with a hunger unlike any I’ve even known.

I stroke my hands up the backs of his thighs and down his abs, with one hand I squeeze the base of his cock while the other hand moves to caress his balls, I am taking back control.

“Fuck Rosie! I’m going to come, stop!”

Jackson pushes back on my shoulders and looks down at me, completely at my mercy. I hold out my hands for Jackson to help me up. He is naked and I am but for my bra, so I stand and press my back to his chest, his erection grazing me between my legs, teasing me as instruct him to remove my last item of clothing.

As my bra drops to the floor, Jackson strokes and massages my breasts, pinching my nipples as he kisses along the top of my shoulder.

“God Rosie, you’re so fucking sexy. Come with me.”

Jackson scoops me into his arms and kissing me the whole way, carries me to his bedroom.

“Let me look at you.”

He lays me down and walks over to his bedside table to retrieve a condom, which he places on the bed next to me before climbing up, pulling my legs wide apart and kneeling between them.

I look up to see Jackson looking at me and slowly stroking the length of his cock. I follow suit and began to touch myself, for his viewing pleasure. His primal growl indicates that he likes what he is seeing and without hesitation, he pushes two fingers deep inside me and heads straight for my G-spot, he doesn’t need directions.

I lose control and arch my back to push further onto his fingers, Jackson leans down and begin to circle my clit with his tongue, then he sucks hard and flicks with the tip of his tongue, while he continues to massage deep inside me. My body starts shaking uncontrollably and I am heading for the edge…

“No baby, not yet!”

He stops again, this is agony! I am hungry and breathless and more ready that I have ever been.

“Jackson, fuck me…Please!” The words leave my mouth before I know it, and Jackson looks at me with an intensity that I’ve never seen before.

“Are you begging me Rosie?” He smirks.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me Jackson. Please…” I can see that he is turned on by me begging, even if he was a little surprised by it. It arouses me even more and I push myself up onto my knees so that we’re face to face, looking up through my eyelashes I beg again.

“Please…Jackson…fuck…me.” I speak slowly, whimpering as I bite my lip and start to circle my clit with my index finger. I see Jackson look down and I hear the sharp intake of breath that indicates I am doing all the right things, so I turn my back to him.

I get down onto all fours, exposing my aroused entrance to him and looking behind me I see him take hold of his cock once more. I reach underneath and begin to masturbate for him. Within seconds, Jackson rips open the condom packet and is rolling it on. He crawls onto the bed behind me and positions himself ready to fuck me.

I feel him slowly push the tip of his cock inside and its heaven. Slowly he pushes deeper until it’s almost too deep and I hear him groan. He pulls back and pushes into me again, and back out excruciatingly slowly, then without warning he slams into me hard, pulling my hips backward to meet his thrust.

He finds his rhythm and pumps harder and faster into me. To my surprise, Jackson pulls out of me and climbs off the bed. He grabs me by the ankles and pulls me towards him, then turns me over.

He smiles at me and plunges inside me again. This time face to face, I can see the hungry look in his eyes and it is pushing me. Jackson is standing at the end of the bed and pushing deep into me, I want more.

“Harder.”  I gasp and he obliges, slamming hard into me as I scream, somewhere between pleasure and pain.

Sensing I need more, Jackson lifts both my legs to rest on his right shoulder, crossing my ankles. He feels so deep now that I don’t know if I can take much more. He pushes his fingers between my closed thighs and rubs hard and fast on my clit, my breathing is erratic as my orgasm courses through me, I’m moaning loudly while Jackson groans his own orgasm into me.

I am shaking all over, I’ve never felt anything so intense and I can do nothing but lay here enjoying the aftershocks.

“Oh Rosie Alvez…You’re trouble!”

Jackson smirks down at me as pulls out of me and heads for the bathroom.

Yeah, I guess I am.

Jackson returns from the bathroom and lies next to me on the bed. We’re both on our sides, face to face as he trails his fingers down my arm, across my breast and starts to circle my belly button.

We lay quiet for a while basking in our post-orgasmic bliss. After a while, we move so that Jackson is lying on his back and I rest my head on his chest.

“What are these flowers?” I stroke my fingers over his tattoo as I ask the question.

“Gladioli, they symbolise strength and they were Mum’s favourite.”

Jackson takes hold of the hand that’s stroking his meaningful tattoo and delicately kisses the pads of my fingers. I relax against his chest, as the
depths of my feelings for him consume me. I close my eyes and breathe him in.

I’m not going to spend the night at Jackson’s hotel, I want to keep him interested, and I think waking up with me might scare him off, so he reluctantly calls me a taxi.

“You can stay you know Rosie.” Jackson whispers to me while kissing my neck as we wait for my taxi.

“No, I have to see Pippa. Besides, if I stay I’ll get no sleep and exhaustion is no good for writer’s block remember!” I lean my head to the side to give him more access, it feels delicious

“Touché Miss Alvez. Will I see you tomorrow then?” He’s holding me close and I can feel him becoming hard, I pull away from him.

“Maybe in the evening, I’ll let you know.”

My taxi is pulling up the driveway of his hotel and I can see the frustration in his eyes. He pulls me close again and kisses me before saying goodbye.

“Night trouble.”

“Goodnight Jackson.”

***
 

Pippa and I decide to have a girl’s day. Shopping, some food and a few cocktails, then back for a couple of hours around the pool. I fill her in on the night before,

“FUCK ME! Rosie, that’s so hot!” Pip is staring at me open mouthed over the top of her Pina Colada “You go girl!” She almost looks more excited than I do.

The truth is I am over the moon. I feel like something that’s been dormant inside me for so long has woken up. I feel so alive, and so in touch with my sexuality. It’s exhilarating.

“Come on then Pip, time to top up the tan. What do you think to a girl’s night out tonight?” I am grinning like the Cheshire cat.

“Sounds great, aren’t you seeing Jackson?”

“Maybe, I think I’ll keep him guessing though.”

We laugh and head back to the hotel, excited for all that lies ahead.

A few hours later we head out to drink and dance until the sun comes up. It may well be ‘girl’s night’, but Pippa is on a mission to tick off a few more countries and I am in the middle of a text flirt session with Jackson.

‘
Where are you Rosie? I’m coming to get you x’

‘No you’re not Jackson, its girl’s night! x’

‘Rosetta, you cannot tell me you’re going commando, and then leave me hanging!’

Pippa grabs my phone from my hand.

“Rosie, stop phone fucking him and come and dance with me!”

Pippa is surrounded by men on the dance floor, there appears to be a number of different nationalities.

“Look Ro, I have my own dirty Benetton advert!”

She laughs and continues to dance seductively in the middle.

I discreetly take my phone back out of my handbag and type out a text.

‘
Luna Bar x’

I am dancing with Pippa. Her admirers have backed off and are watching from the bar. I look at my phone, its half an hour since I text Jackson. I consider texting again but Pippa shouts at me,

“OI! GIRL’S NIGHT!” I don’t have the heart to tell her that Mr Japan and Mr Greece are not girls!

We are still dancing five minutes later when I feel arms around my waist. I turn to push away whoever it is, only to see that it’s Jackson. I smile and he kisses me, right there on the dance floor.

“Hi,” I mouth to him over the music.

“Hi yourself.” He slides his hands down over the tight fitted mint green material covering my backside. He’s checking to see if I was telling the truth about my lack of underwear tonight. I look up at him and smile and his eyes light up at the discovery. “Wow Rosie…Hot!” He bites his lip briefly and then kisses me again.

“Hey hey hey…GIRL’S NIGHT!” Pippa bowls over and smiles at Jackson. He hugs her and kisses her on the cheek before Mr Germany pulls her back to the middle of the dance floor.

Jackson and I are dancing and kissing like a couple of teenagers at a school disco. I am elated, I don’t know what this is yet but he came to me.
He’s holding me and kissing me like I’m his, its more than I expected.

“Are you staying with me tonight Miss Alvez?” He shouts in my ear over the loud music,

“What do you think Mr James?!” I shout back, I smile and he takes my hand,

“Let’s go!”

We head for the doors, he is eager to get me back to his suite. I call him but he can’t hear me over the music so I pull back on his hand.

“PIPPA!” I shout at him. He nods and I head back in to say goodbye, Jackson follows.

I can’t find Pippa anywhere.

Mr Germany is at the bar with his friends, Jackson sees the concern on my face and heads over to do some investigating and I head for the ladies’. When I come out I see Jackson at the doors to the bar talking to Mr Mexico,

“Any joy?” I ask as I approach, we’re away from the music and can hear each other clearly now, Jackson shakes his head.

“Germany said she was feeling sick and left.”

“She wouldn’t just leave and not tell me that she was going Jackson, something is wrong!”

I am sick with worry, I have been so wrapped up in my own world that I’ve lost my best friend. Anything could have happened, I have to find her.

Jackson pulls me into him, thinking what to do next, “Have you called her?”

“Yeah but it’s just ringing, there’s no answer.” I feel like I am going to burst into tears, how can I go from being on top of the world one minute to rock bottom the next?

“Hey, we’ll find her.” He cups my face in his hands, “Try her phone again, let’s go back to the hotel, she might be in bed.”

We start walking towards the hotel. I don’t care how long it takes; I’m not taking a taxi and risking missing her. I call her for about the fiftieth time.

“Shh…” Jackson hushes Mr Mexico and his friend who are helping us to look; he looks at me wide eyed.

“That’s her phone.” I can hear it ringing and run in the direction of the sound. I’m so scared of what I might find.

“PIPPA! SHE’S HERE!” I shout as Jackson and the others catch me up, Pippa is lying on the ground in an alley.

“Pip, wake up,” I shake her and she stirs, she’s ok…I think. Jackson kneels down beside her and takes control. He can see that I’m shaken.

“Pippa, can you hear me honey?” She flickers her eyes open and heaves like she’s going to be sick, Jackson pushes her onto her side to prevent her from choking on her own vomit. “Have you ever seen her like this Rosie?” He looks at me and I can see the concern on his face. I shake my head.

“Never, Pippa never drinks more than she can handle.”

I know what he is thinking and it makes me feel sick, she’s been drugged. Pippa tries to push herself up but doesn’t have the strength. Jackson catches her and picks her up, Mexico has hailed us a taxi and Jackson places Pippa inside.

“Do you think you’ll be ok from here Rosie? I’ll join you shortly.” He looks angry and worried at the same time,

“Jackson just come with us, please.” I know that he is going back to the bar, I can’t stop him. He tells the driver the name of the hotel and pays him so that I don’t have to.

“I’ll be with you soon Rosie.”

Jackson, Mexico and his mate head back to the bar. I feel sick with worry, for Pippa, and for Jackson.

Ten

Rosie

The night receptionist rushes to help me when we arrive back at the hotel and helps me to get Pippa out of the taxi. She can just about support her own weight, so we guide her into the lobby and put her to rest on the sofa.

“What happened?” The receptionist asks, “You need doctor?”

“No, she’s fine. I think.” I sit and put my head in my hands, I don’t know what to do. Pippa leans forward and the receptionist hands her a waste bin, she is sick again.

I am anxious for Jackson to get here. I can’t get Pippa up to the room alone and I want to know that he is ok. I don’t know what to do and I am pacing when a moped pulls up outside the lobby, Jackson climbs off the back, Mexico waves and drives off.

“Oh my god Jackson, what happened to you?” He has blood on his shirt and his knuckles are grazed,

“I’m fine, how is she?” He’s trying to pretend that nothing has happened,

“Jackson, she is fine.”  I stand in front of him and put my hands up to his chest to stop him “Tell me what happened?”

“Germany, he spiked her drink the lowlife fucker!” Oh god. I feel sick.

“Did he admit it?” I ask as Jackson sits next to Pippa to check that she’s really ok.

“He didn’t have to Rosie,” he pulls a small bottle out of his pocket “I took this from him, and he laughed, so I sent him to sleep!”

I hate violence, but right now, I am so turned on by his heroics. He helped to save my friend; he took care of both of us and knocked out the guy that harmed her. I walk over and stand in front of him, he looks up at me and I kiss him,

“Thank you Jackson. I can’t thank you enough!”

Jackson picks Pippa up and carries her up to the room. I open the door and point to her bed. He lays her down and turns to me.

“Come on.” I hold out my hand and he takes it, I lead him to the bathroom.

“What you did tonight, you were amazing.”

He is sitting on the toilet with the seat down and I am bathing his grazed knuckles, the blood on his shirt isn’t his.

“People like that make me sick Rosie. Pippa was already dancing with him; he didn’t need to do that!” He seems genuinely upset about the situation, “Come here.”

He pulls his hand away and grabs me by the hips, pulling me towards him. He puts his forehead on my tummy and I stroke the back of his neck.

Jackson inhales and looks up towards me, he needs a release, I can see it in his eyes. He pulls me closer so that I straddle him and he guides me to sit.

With all of the drama, I’d forgotten that I was devoid of underwear, but as my legs are forced apart and my tight fitted dress rises, Jackson and I both remember. He looks up at me, excitement flashes in his eyes and he stands hitching my dress up above my hips before picking me up.

He places me on the counter near the sink, knocking over the perfume bottles and hairspray cans as I wrap my legs around him. He is holding the back of my head, kissing me frantically and deep. I reach down between my legs to undo his trousers as he reaches behind me. Pippa’s ridiculously large box of condoms is within arm’s reach and he pulls one out.

Within what seems like seconds, he rolls the condom on and slides me forward on the counter. He is kissing my neck as he pushes inside me,

I groan as he fills me, he pauses for a moment his forehead against mine and gazes into my eyes as I relax around him, letting him in. He is kissing me again and he starts to move, its fast and its deep and I want him so much, I can’t get enough.

I lean back resting my head against the mirror and he stands upright, pushing my knees up towards my chest,

“Oh god,” I breathe, he is so deep now that I almost can’t take it.

He releases my legs and I wrap them around him as he thrusts into me. One hand is on the mirror behind me and one is supporting the back of my neck. He leans down so that his face is just above mine and I hear him groan, it’s so erotic and I can’t hold on.

“Jackson, I’m close.”

“Thank fuck!” He laughs and I take it to mean the feeling is mutual.

His thrusting becomes more frantic and my legs tighten around him, he pulls me upright and tight into his chest. The welcome friction against my clit is enough to tip me over the edge and I moan into his chest, jolting as my orgasm moves through me. Jackson’s breathing hitches and he thrusts hard, pushing his fingers up through my hair and clenching his fist to pull it slightly as he comes hard. He slowly releases me from his grip and stills, his chin resting on the top of my head.

With his hands on my knees he pulls out of me, kissing me passionately as he does. He looks into my eyes and it scares me.

"Please Jackson, don’t hurt me." I whisper as he kisses my forehead.

***

Jackson

I wake and it takes a moment to register where I am. I’ve woken up next to a lot of women in my time but this feels different.
 Rosie is asleep, breathing softly into my chest. She stirs as I gently pull my arm out from underneath her. She really is beautiful.

My head is spinning after last night. It was a rollercoaster of an evening. Rosie rolls over towards me, her hair falls across her face and I’m compelled to stroke it away. I smile as I look down at her and Pippa’s warning from a few nights ago comes into my head.

“If you hurt her James, I will kill you. You may not be the commitment type, but you and I both know that she is. If you don’t want the same, walk away now!” Despite knowing that I should have, I couldn’t walk away.

I’ve gone too far.

She’s going to wake up with me next her and it’s going to mean so much more than I can offer. I have to get out of here.

Rosie stirs as I move and stand up,

“Pippa?” She asks sleepily,

“Shh, she’s fine. Go back to sleep.”

She closes her eyes again and takes a deep breath. I realise in that moment that if I walk away now, I can’t come back. I’ll hurt her and she deserves so much more than that. She’s incredible and it hurts me to turn my back on this, but I have to do the right thing.

I leave the room as quietly as I can and I can’t describe the feeling as I close the door behind me. There is something seriously wrong with me, why can’t I just appreciate when I have a good thing?

Before I even realise it, I’m back at my suite. It’s only six thirty am but I can’t stand this feeling that I have, I don’t know what it is.

Regret?

Guilt?

I jump in the shower and decide that I need to go out for a drive.

The wind in my face as I ride does nothing to clear my head so I just keep going, at around ten am I stop to get some breakfast. There’s a small restaurant at the side of the road, nothing fancy, just good Thai food and cold drinks.

I sit outside at a plastic table and my phone vibrates in my pocket.

‘Where did you go? Thank you so much for last night. See you later? X’

I need to think. Can I do it, can I commit to one woman? Rosie is one hundred percent marriage material, but I’m not.

She’s sexy and funny, she’s smart and not afraid to tell me straight, and the sex is amazing. She’s perfect…but I made it clear that I wasn’t the settling type. It’s not as if I have ever told her anything different. This is just a holiday fling and we’ll both get over it.

Even before I have finished that thought, I know that I’m kidding myself. Rosie is a romantic, she just wants to be loved and to be given the proof that true love does exist.

I reply,
“Meet me on the beach at twelve. I need to see you.”

***

Rosie

It’s five past twelve, I’m a little late. I walk down the steps towards the sand, and immediately notice Jackson standing close to the shore. I take my shoes off and head towards him.

“Hey, you wanted to see me?” I place my hand on the back of his arm and he turns to face me. He looks worried.

“Rosie, I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want to be the one to hurt you.” He looks down at his feet.

“Jackson, where has this come from? We’re getting on ok aren’t we?”

“Yeah, great…but I don’t want this to mean more to you than I can offer. It scares me Rosie.”

“Jackson, stop second guessing everything and just go with it. I’m enjoying myself with you. You make me feel younger and more alive than I have in years. I go to Phi Phi soon and then home. So can we just enjoy this and let it lead where it leads?” He looks into my eyes and smiles briefly.

Jackson holds out his hand for me to take and we walk along the beach. He looks deep in thought and I know he is confused by his own feelings. I want to reassure him, but I stay quiet. These are the moments that I’ve longed for my entire life and I don’t want to risk losing this one.

Dark clouds start to roll in and within minutes heavy rain is pouring down. We’re wet through in a moment and I start to walk back towards the steps but Jackson pulls me back and close into his chest,

“I don’t want to hurt you Rosie.” He looks into my eyes and kisses me, it’s passionate and romantic and my worries completely slip away.

Jackson walks me back to the hotel and explains that he has some work to do tonight and he’s out doing some research tomorrow, but that he’d like to see me tomorrow night. He kisses me again and holds me close. I break the kiss and look into his eyes.

“Relax Jackson, just go with it!” He kisses me on the forehead then turns and walks away. I head into the hotel and up to the room where sleeping beauty awaits.

“Hey Beautiful, how are you feeling?” I gently wake Pippa.

“Hey, I’m ok. Just in a bit of a daze you know. How are you? How’s Jackson?” Pippa tries to sit up but grimaces, she’s still very delicate from the night before.

“He’s ok. I think he’s scared of what he feels for me, which I guess must mean he feels a lot?” I look at Pippa with a worried expression. I know what’s coming.

“Rosie, I like him…a lot. Especially after last night, but I can’t see you hurt again, and I think he will hurt you. I love you Ro, it hurts me to see you hurt.”

She holds my hand and I suspect that she’s right. I’m just not ready to admit it.

***
 

“Rosie, wake up beaut.” I wake up to Pippa slapping my arse and I realise that I've fallen asleep in the sun, “Time to turn the meat over Ginge!” She laughs and I do as I’m told.

“How long have I been asleep Pip?” I have a fuzzy head and reach for my phone to see the time, there’s a text from Jackson and I don’t hear Pippa’s response.

‘Sod work, can I come over tonight? I could bring some DVDs and we could all have a night in?’

I show Pippa the text, I’m a little surprised that Jackson wants to do something so ‘coupley’ and with Pippa there too.

“Wow, Rosie, that’s a big step for a commitmentphobe! Trust me, I should know.” Pippa hands back my phone, “Well, what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know, it sounds nice. What do you think?” I don’t want Pippa to feel like she’s on her own after what happened last night.

“Rosie, to be completely honest it sounds perfect. I do not want to go out tonight, not even for food. We can get room service?” Pippa smiles at me and leans back on her lounger before she sits back up and turns to face me. “Rosie, thank you. If you hadn’t been there, I don’t know what would have happened. I love you to the moon and back, you know that right?”

She has sunglasses on but I know when Pippa has tears in her eyes by the sound of her voice, I reach out and hold her hands.

“Philippa, you are my best friend, my sister. I will always be there. You never need to thank me. I love you too, you know that.” Pippa wipes a tear from under her aviators and takes my hand again.

“Ro, it’s time for me to change. I can’t go on like this, just sleeping around all over the place. I’ve had my fun but it’s time to stop. I’m going to concentrate on my career and getting my life in order.”

I look at Pippa with a surprised expression, she’s never indicated that she has any issues living the way she does,

“Don’t get me wrong Alvez, I’ll always like to party, but something serious could have happened last night and I’d have had nobody to blame but myself. I can’t keep taking these risks. It’s time to grow up.”

I decide not to say it and instead opt for a hug and an offer of a cocktail, but this is the best news that I’ve heard in a while. I spend a large portion of my life worried sick if I don’t hear back from Pippa after a night out and to be honest, I could do without the stress.

Pippa slaps be away, telling me not to be a soppy tart before getting up and diving into the deep end of the pool. She never was good at expressing her emotions.

***

“Rosie, Jackson’s here!” Pippa calls into the bathroom, I needed to wash the sun oil off me and feel fresh before he arrived.

“Ok, I’ll be five minutes.” I call back.