Chapter Two
Summer:
The hotel lobby is a blur of marble and gold, but I barely see it. My world has shrunk to the feeling of Jason’s big, warm hand wrapped around mine. He leads me through the hotel as if he owns the place, and his long legs carry him along so quickly that I have to practically jog to keep up.
I’m still shaking, the adrenaline from the incident at the concert coursing through my veins, but there’s something else, too.
Humiliation. Of all the times for my body to betray me, it had to be tonight.
Right in front of Jason. The man I’ve been fantasizing about for two solid months.
The man who has starred in every single one of my filthy dreams.
Now he knows my secret. The one I’ve been hiding from everyone.
My parents, my manager, my fans. Only my doctor knows about it, and I had to beg her not to tell anyone else.
My life is built on an image of perfection, and this...
this isn’t perfect. It’s weird. It’s unnatural.
It’s just one more thing about my life that I can’t control.
There’s no way he’ll ever want me now. Not that there was much of a chance to begin with.
My parents and my manager have made it crystal clear that boys, or rather, men, are a distraction.
They want me one hundred percent focused on my career, and up until now, I’ve been okay with that.
But Jason... he’s different. He’s this huge, all-consuming distraction that I can’t seem to shake.
The elevator doors slide open, and Jason pulls me inside after him. The mirrored walls reflect us back at me - a small, trembling young woman dwarfed by a mountain of a man. His suit jacket hangs on my shoulders, swallowing me whole.
He presses the button for my floor, and the elevator starts its silent ascent.
The air crackles with an unspoken tension.
I can feel his eyes on me in the mirrors that surround us, but I don’t dare look at him.
I just keep my gaze fixed on the glowing numbers above the door, counting them as they change. 12. 13. 14. 15. My floor.
The doors open, and he leads me down the hall to my room.
He pulls a key card from his pocket and unlocks the door with a soft click, pushing it open for me.
We’re in a suite, of course. My manager always books the best. There’s a sitting area, a small kitchenette, and a separate bedroom with a king-sized bed that I’ve been sleeping alone in for the past three nights.
Luckily, tonight was the final concert in this city before we move on.
I don’t think I could handle another show like tonight’s.
Once we’re inside, with the door closed behind us, the silence returns, but it feels different now. More charged. More intimate. Jason slips the jacket off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes immediately go to my chest, to the dark wet patches that are still visible on my crop top.
“Is this why you’ve had all those doctor’s appointments recently?” he asks, his voice softer than I think I’ve ever heard it before.
My throat is tight, but I manage to nod. “Yes,” I whisper, my cheeks burning with shame. “They can’t find a physical reason for it. They think... they think it’s just stress. My busy schedule taking its toll on my body.”
He doesn’t say anything. He just keeps looking at my chest, a muscle working in his jaw.
Then he reaches out, his fingers hovering just inches from my breast. For a wild, reckless moment, I think he’s going to touch me.
And I want him to. God, how I want him to.
My heart hammers against my ribs, and my breath catches in my throat while I wait for the contact I crave.
But then his phone rings, the loud noise breaking the spell.
He glances at the screen and curses under his breath.
“It’s Martin,” he mutters, turning away to answer the call from my manager.
“Yeah? We’re fine. She’s fine. Just a little shaken up.
Some asshole rushed the stage. We’re at the hotel now.
Yeah, I’ll take care of her. I’ll call you in the morning. ”
He ends the call and shoves the phone back into his pocket. When he turns back to me, the full force of his attention is on me again. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way. I feel hot all over, a tingling sensation spreading through my limbs.
“You should get out of these wet clothes,” he says, his voice a low growl.
My body moves on its own, a puppet on a string. I nod, my eyes locked on his. “Okay.”
His hands are on me before I can even think about what’s happening.
He grabs the hem of my crop top, and I don’t resist. I don’t even think about it.
Instead, I help him, lifting my arms over my head so he can pull it off completely.
The cool air of the hotel room hits my bare skin, and I shiver, but it’s not from the cold. It’s from the way he’s looking at me.
His breathing is ragged as he stares down at my bare breasts.
They’re heavy and full, and I can feel a warm, wet trickle leaking from one nipple and sliding down the curve of my breast, onto my stomach.
I feel a fresh wave of self-consciousness, but there’s no judgment in his eyes. No disgust. Just... hunger.
“Does it hurt?” he asks, his voice strained.
“No,” I say quietly. “Not really. They just... feel full.”
The word “full” does something to him. A low growl rumbles in his chest, and it sends a jolt of electricity straight to my core. The tingling sensation intensifies, spreading like wildfire through my veins.
“Let me help you, Summer,” he says, lifting his gaze until his eyes are locked on mine. “Let me help you.”
I’m not sure what he means, but I don’t care. I want it. Whatever it is, I want it. I want him. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life. I nod, my lips parting to say something, but no words come out.
He takes my hand again, his grip firm and possessive.
He leads me to the bed, sitting on the edge and pulling me between his parted thighs.
My breasts are at head height now, so close to his mouth that I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin.
My heart is pounding against my ribs, so hard that I’m surprised he can’t hear it. The anticipation is almost too much.
Slowly, deliberately, he leans forward. He licks away a milky trail from the underside of my breast, his tongue rough and wet against my skin. The sensation is so intense and unexpected that a gasp escapes my lips.
But then he latches on, sucking forcefully, and my whole world shatters.
The pleasure is so overwhelming that it almost makes my knees buckle beneath me.
But he wraps both strong arms around my waist, holding me close while he nurses hungrily.
The sounds he makes - low growls and soft groans of satisfaction - drive me absolutely crazy.
Every pull of his mouth sends a wave of need straight to my core, making my pussy clench with a desperate, empty ache.
When he finally pulls back, panting hard, a single droplet of milk glistens on his lower lip. I can’t help myself. I lean down and press my lips against his, my tongue darting out to taste that small bead of white.
The moment our lips meet, he takes control.
One of his hands moves to the back of my neck, tangling in my hair as he deepens the kiss, claiming my mouth possessively.
It’s my first ever kiss, and it’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more.
His tongue explores my mouth, tangling with mine, and I can taste the sweet, slightly creamy flavor of my own milk on him. It’s intoxicating.
But I want more. So much more.
I want to give him every single one of my firsts. My first kiss, which he’s already taken. My first orgasm, which I’m desperate for him to give me. My first everything.
He pulls away slightly, his forehead resting against mine. “You taste so fucking sweet, Summer,” he murmurs. “I need more. I need every goddamn drop.”
The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. The same words that I’ve said to him every night in my fantasies for the last two months.
“Take everything you need, Jason. I’m yours. All yours.”