Going to Sarah

The middle-aged salesclerk looked strangely at JC when he carried five Sarah Chase books up to the counter. The young man wearing dark glasses and a baseball cap pulled low over his brow certainly didn’t appear to be the typical Sarah Chase fan.

Taking the books home, JC read the first one without pause. He knew he had blushed furiously at the explicit sex scenes. The lady could write so her reader felt she or he was right there in the bedroom, almost hearing the gasps and moans of the lovers.

It was easy enough to imagine the sophisticated Sarah he had met the first night could write such stuff. But it had been the Sarah he’d seen that morning, scrubbed clean and looking so young and sweet, she was the one who had written the under-lying story of devoted love. Her couple had been thrown together by desperate circumstances, and would have sacrificed themselves for the other’s sake. That was the Sarah Steven had spoken about.

JC laid his head back on his pillow, warring with himself. He wanted to go to Sarah and tell her none of it mattered; he’d take what she would offer. But how soon would he begin to die a little each time they made love if sex was all she would give?

Could he pull her out to love? And then what? Age didn’t matter to him. It would matter to her. It could matter to some fans. Sometimes, the truly obsessed fans were unkind to the guys' girlfriends. How would Sarah feel about being the ‘girlfriend’ of a popstar? That would be a tough label for a worldly, fairly well known woman to wear.

“Yeah?” Steven wondered what moron would be calling him at one in the morning.

“I want Sarah’s address.” JC announced without preamble.

“Huh?”

”It’s JC. I want Sarah’s address.”

“JC, she already told you to get lost.”

“No, she said all she wanted me for was sex.”

“Can you handle that, kid? She won’t be changing her mind easily.”

“I want Sarah. I have a lot to give her.”

“She won’t be taking what you want to give, JC. The sex she’ll take.”

With a reluctant sigh, Steven gave Sarah’s Malibu address. “It’s way out there.”

“I’ll find it.”

“Yeah, and when I see you next, you’ll be worn to a nub,” Steven rang off. The guy was going to end up damaged and miserable – or the happiest guy in the world.

Sarah angrily threw her robe when she went answer the door. Three in the morning. Whoever it was better be in need of serious medical attention – or he would be. Through the peephole, she saw a young, dark-haired man in a tank-top and cargo pants. JC! Opening the door, she was ready to deliver a scorching lecture when she saw the heat in his intense blue eyes. The words died on her lips. Oh, God, would she survive this?

She was wearing a red satin robe. The color made her look everything she was: hot, sexy, all-female. Reaching out, JC pushed the robe from her shoulders to the floor. The gown beneath matched. Two thin straps was all that held it in place.

“Close the door,” she told him huskily.

In one smooth move, the door was closed and locked behind him. In his next action, he brought Sarah against him, his mouth hungry on hers. As their tongues mated and tangled, JC pulled the straps of her gown down her arms. With a tug, it hit the floor and she was naked in his arms.

“Not fair,” she whispered, reaching for the fastenings of his pants as JC stripped his shirt over his head. “I want you now!” Sarah commanded, shoving his pants and shorts to his ankles, freeing his rampant member. “Oh, a big boy,” she purred.

“Too big?”

Her smile was wicked. “A snug fit it is a good thing.”

JC dragged his thumbs over the already hardened buds of her breasts. Her breasts were small and firm, all perfect white and rose.

“Come on.” Her arms around his neck urged him to lift her.

With his hands on her little butt, he let her legs go about his lean waist. “Put me in, baby.”

Sarah, secure in his arms, wrapped a hand around him and guided him into her heat, sliding him in.

“Oh, God!” they groaned simultaneously.

“You’re so tight, Sarah. Am I too much?” Her body gripped him like a velvet fist. It felt so wonderful his head spun.

“Always wanted to know what it felt like to ride a log,” she mused breathless. He was too big, but the fit was perfect. Slowly, her body accommodated him enough she could breathe again.

“Now?” JC asked when he felt her relax.

Sarah inched back, then slid back on him. “Oh, JC!”

It didn’t sound like she was in pain. “Sarah?”

Lowering her mouth to his, she her tongue imitate what she wanted his body doing.

JC reversed positions, backing her up to the door. He began a slow, easy rhythm, letting her adjust to his thrusting invasion.

“Oh, baby, harder! I’m not gonna break.” Sarah bit at his earlobe.

He slammed into her like a jackhammer until she went taut in his arms.

“JC!”

“C’mon, sweet thing, take me, too!” He plunged faster and harder until her little body shook, her walls gripping him.

“Ah!” Sarah cried as she was swamped by waves of rapture.

“Damn!” he moaned as her spasms gripped and milked him.

For a moment, he rested against her. Man, she was potent!

“You’re still hard,” she announced wonderingly. How could he be after a ride like that?

“I could do this all night.”

“Not with me banging the door,” she told him dryly.

“No.” Without disengaging, he managed to step from his shoes and discarded pants.

“JC, let me down.”

“Nope. Where’s the bedroom?”

Sarah waved in the general direction of her room. As he moved towards the room, he rubbed intimately in all the places, exciting her once more to a fevered pitch all. By the time, he had deposited them gently on her big bed, Sarah was squirming, wanting him move in her again.

“JC, please…” she panted.

He kissed her softly. “Easy, baby. I’ll get you there.”

Sarah reached up to stroke his hair. “It’s sex,” she reminded him quietly.

JC said nothing. To agree would be a lie. To deny her words would possibly end them before they began.

It felt like more than sex to him, JC thought as he held Sarah as she drifted off to sleep. There was spontaneous combustion like he’d never experienced before -- he’d be the first to admit that. But he had found something else deep in her dark eyes, a longing. Oh, she played the vixen to the hilt and no doubt she could teach him some things about pleasure. He could teach her to open her heart.

“JC?”

“Yeah, sweet thing.”

“Go to sleep. Your thinking is keeping me awake.”

He chuckled then closed his eyes, letting sweet thoughts of loving Sarah lull him to sleep.