Sean was still hard. God knows how long Jenna had been astride him, but his chest was glazed in sweat and she was sure she was going to have permanent handprints on her hips. Her inner thigh muscles had started to twitch in protest but she couldn't stop grinding onto his cock, it felt so damned good, especially when he gripped her tighter and wriggled her hips back and forth over him so she could feel his rigid shaft massage her from the inside. Gazing down at his face, she could so easily forget every one of her doubts about him when he looked like he did right now, his chin rough with morning stubble, his eyes dark with lust, his lips shiny and wet from licking her pussy. Her palms rubbed over his hard pectoral muscles and yet another orgasm shook through her body, making him gasp and smile as he felt it pulse around him.
He gave her a moment for the tremors to subside then flipping her over onto her back and bracing his arms against the headboard above her, slowly eased inside her again.
"How long can we keep this up?" he said looking down at her, his voice sounding low and husky.
"That depends on you," she answered, her whole body boneless around him. "All day if you can keep it up."
He laughed, a deep sexy sound that hit her in the solar plexus, and he drove his cock a little deeper and harder, pushing her up the bed.
"We have an interview to do at some point don't we?" he asked, wriggling his hips so their groins rubbed together and her clit started its hungry pulsating once again.
Shit, she had to talk to him about that, but not now, now she just wanted him to lose himself inside her, so she pulled away from him a little to encourage him to start thrusting and he took the hint and looking down at where their bodies joined, he began a deliciously slow withdrawal and entry that soon had her in a delirium of moaning. He gripped the headboard and bit his bottom lip and kept control until she came again, shouting out something unintelligible beneath him and then with a deep thrust he finally let go and with an ecstatic moan released himself inside her.
While she was in the shower, Jenna finally accepted that now was the time to give Sean the bad news. She had been dreading this since they had arrived in Barcelona. If truth be told, she had been dreading this since Rome because she had known about it for days and had just been too chicken to tell him.
But when she went back into the bedroom he was on his cell phone, sitting on the edge of the bed in his hastily pulled on jeans, rubbing his hand over his short hair as he spoke rapid French. He glanced at her with a little crease of worry between his eyebrows and then quickly looked away, and she suddenly noticed the look of a guilty man. She had seen that look on plenty of other faces before.
Jenna turned her back on him, suddenly feeling nauseous and pretended to be absorbed with looking through her clothes in the wardrobe.
He finished the call and sat in silence behind her and all of a sudden she didn't feel so bad having to break her bad news to him.
"So..." she said, turning to him and noticing he was having a hard time looking her in the eye. "The interview this afternoon is with Flynn Devin."
"Fuck me!" he exclaimed, managing to look at her now, a rare look of open amazement on his face. "Flynn Devin! You're kidding me? Flynn Devin!"
"Yes," she laughed, despite herself, "Flynn Devin. He's in Barcelona for a couple of days."
"Fuck me," Sean repeated. "How the hell did the magazine get an interview with him?"
Jenna took a deep breath. This was the hard part.
"I know him," she said.
She could see a million thoughts fly through Sean's brain in a couple of seconds and finally land on the only logical conclusion. Flynn Devin was one of the most famous rock stars in the world. He also had a reputation for being a womanizer. Jenna was just a lowly journalist, and her reputation was not exactly...
"You've fucked him, haven't you?"
Jenna sighed. She couldn't exactly be angry with him. She could see why he had come to that conclusion.
"It was a bit more than that. We actually had a relationship. It was a long time ago, before he was famous."
Sean just stared at her open-mouthed.
"Do you think I'm going to come and stand there like some spare part while you get cozy with some ex boyfriend?" he eventually said in a quiet voice.
"It's your job, Sean," she said, far more harshly than she had intended. "You're paid to come and take photos."
"Fuck you!" he shouted, standing up and grabbing his cell phone and thrusting it into the pocket of his jeans. "I quit." And he furiously scanned the room in search of the rest of his clothes. "Where the fuck is my T-shirt?"
"Don't be silly, Sean," she said. "He's an old friend, that's all."
Finding his T-shirt behind a chair, he angrily pulled it on over his head and glaring at her said more calmly. "Look, Jenna, I need to go to Paris anyway. Something's come up."
"Oh," she said, surprised. "Just like that? You're going?"
"Yeh," he said sounding embarrassed. "I'll call you," and then he was gone.
Jenna stared at the closed door. What the hell had that phone call been about?
Flynn Devin might now be one of the most famous people in the world and he might be able to afford penthouse suites in ridiculously expensive hotels, but to Jenna he hadn't really changed that much. He still had the same intelligent blue eyes that crinkled at the edges when he smiled, and he still had a big broad grin with one dimple, and he still laughed like a horse.
He was laughing like that now as he held open the door of his penthouse suite and took in the woman standing in front of him.
"Jenna Adams!" he bellowed. "You sexy motherfucker!"
"Flynn Devin!" she laughed back, and fell into his welcoming arms, noticing they had acquired a few more tattoos since the last time she had seen him, and also noticing that a thrill still ran down her spine at his touch.
"Come and meet the guys," he said pulling her down a corridor and into a huge room lined with low sofas and mirrors.
"Jonah, Kay, Pete and Harry," he said, pointing at various men around the room far too quickly for Jenna to actually process any of it and then he pulled her down onto one of the sofas so she was practically sitting on his knee. A red-headed girl who lounged on the floor opposite her with one of the guys legs on either side of her giggled. Jenna scowled and hissed in Flynn's ear, "What the hell are you doing? This is supposed to be an interview."
"Fuck that, Jenna," he whispered back, so close to her ear, she could feel his hot breath on her neck. "I haven't seen you in ages. Fuck the interview," and his hand snaked under her sweater.
All Jenna could think was, thank God Sean hadn't come with her, he would probably be smashing the place up by now.
"Are you high?" she asked as his hand moved upwards to pinch one of her nipples. She was uncomfortably aware that they had an audience.
"Am I ever anything else?" he growled.
"You're hot Jenna" one of the guys said from across the room. He was either retarded or incredibly stoned. Flynn laughed sexily in her ear.
"Don't mind him," he said. "He's harmless," and his hand wandered up her thigh pushing her skirt up as it went.
Jenna realized she was pinned under him and that she was already horribly turned on. She glanced across the room and saw that the redhead had pulled one of the guy's cocks out of his jeans and was slurping noisily on it. He had his head thrown back and his hand pushed into her hair.
When Flynn started sucking on her neck, she whispered, "Flynn? Can we go somewhere more private?"
He pulled away and his blue eyes looked straight into hers, suddenly clear and serious.
"I'm not in the mood for any public display," she said.
"And you wouldn't like one of the guys to join us?" he asked hopefully. "How about Pete?" he said, nodding towards the big blonde guy sitting on his own. "Go on, I know how much you like threesomes."
Jenna looked over at Pete. She recognized him as the band's drummer. He was blonde and muscular and looking at her steadily, and for a moment she was tempted, but she shook her head.
"OK," Flynn said and pulling her to her feet, grabbed his bottle of beer and and led her down the corridor to his room.
Flynn had Jenna's legs spread wide and he stopped his delicious ministrations to look up at her and say, "I'd forgotten how fantastic you taste, Jenna." She guided his dark head back to her pussy and to her relief he immediately resumed his firm licking of the full length of her, from ass hole to clit and back again. One of his tattoed arms reached up and his fingers played with a nipple as he lapped at her, flicking his tongue over her swollen bud and teasing her entrance with the fingers of his other hand. Then suddenly he grabbed his empty beer bottle and pushed it inside her, the sudden cold of the glass making her jump. He laughed wickedly and said 'That's hot, baby!"
"No, it's cold!" she cried.
"How about in your ass?" he suggested and didn't wait for a reply.
"Fuck, Flynn. You're an evil bastard!" Jenna said but couldn't help squirming with pleasure as he pushed it inside her, and at the same time filled her pussy with his warm fingers.
"Oh yeh!" he moaned as he watched intently as she came around him.
Later, as Flynn was thrusting into her, gripping her arms above her head and dripping sweat onto her chest, Jenna looked up at his beautiful face straining towards release and had a sudden vision of Wolfe's curls whipping around in the Miami heat and as Flynn cried out she heard Wolfe's voice and tears spilled from her eyes and ran down her cheeks.
Flynn froze above her, staring down at her stricken face, breathing heavily.
"Jesus, Jenna," he gasped. "What's the matter? Did I hurt you?"
All she could do was shake her head wordlessly, unable to hide from him, still pinned under his hands. He let go and carefully withdrew from her, lying by her side and gently stroking her face.
"What is it Jenna?"
She looked into his blue eyes and couldn't stop crying. He just stroked her face until her breathing had steadied.
"You reminded me of someone back home," she eventually managed to say. "A guy I've been seeing."
"And you feel bad you've slept with me?"
"No, it's not that. He wouldn't mind. He's like you. He wouldn't care - that's the point!"
"You're not making sense."
"I know," she sobbed. "I've met someone else. Someone who's faithful and loyal and devoted, and he scares the hell out of me. No one has ever wanted just me before."
"Ah," Flynn said slowly, stroking her hair. "And you're running scared by fucking everything in sight. Don't be offended Jenna, but you're like me. You're the biggest slut I've ever known and that's what I love about you, but if you want this guy you'll have to make a choice. You can't be a slut and have him."
"I know," she said quietly.
"He might be worth it," Flynn said.
She looked at him in surprise.
"He probably thinks you're worth it," and he kissed her gently. "Why wouldn't he?"
Jenna stepped out of the taxi in Boulevard Saint Germain and looked across the street at the cafe with red chairs outside. 'Cafe Flore' it said in black lettering on the white awning, that's the name she had heard Sean say on the phone. This was ridiculous, she thought to herself. Just because she'd heard him say the name, it didn't mean he was going to be here, but she had come this far and she couldn't back out now.
She forced herself to sit down at one of the tiny tables and ordering a coffee looked around nervously. A few obvious tourists sat at some of the other tables reading maps and guidebooks, but at a far table was an elegant blonde woman smoking a cigarette. Her slim figure, immaculate grooming and simple but stylish clothes made Jenna feel instantly tawdry. What was it about French women? Were they born with this inner confidence?
Jenna glanced towards the street and stopped breathing when she saw a tall dark figure in a big coat and a black wool hat, his hands in his pockets. His chin was unshaven as usual and he looked tired, he had dark shadows under his eyes, but her heart instantly started thumping when he smiled. But then her stomach dropped when she realized he wasn't smiling at her. The blonde woman had risen to her feet, and Sean walked straight towards her and still smiling wrapped her in his big warm arms.
Jenna almost knocked the table over in her haste to get up. She rushed out into the street, not daring to look back and with relief managed to hail a taxi straight away.
"Charles de Gaulle airport" she stammered to the driver, choking back tears.