As he helped Sara into the back seat, Jack turned back one last time to the huddled paparazzi.
“There is no Compass without Jack Carter. There's no way I'd leave the band. I'll see you in Madrid!”
As they pulled out of the side street, Jared's cell phone bleeped. His face was exasperated as he read the message.
“Let me guess,” Jack grunted, “Michael.”
“He's not happy Jack. You know what he's like about you getting special treatment.”
“I'm sorry for not showing up tonight, Jared. I was just thinking about myself…I know I let you guys down.”
“Don't worry about it Jacky boy. Look, we're all behind you, me, the boys, the record company. Micheal’s just having one of his little temper tantrums; he'll be over it by tomorrow.”
Sara nodded encouragingly, but she sensed even Jared didn't really believe what he was saying.
“Thanks, Jared. You're the best.” Jack reached over to the front seat and squeezed his manager's shoulder. Sara could tell from the look they exchanged that there was a real affection between them, a relationship that went way beyond business. She felt glad that there was someone as solid as Jared in Jack's corner.
“Let's get you back to the hotel. It's been a long day, and I could do with a hot bath and a glass of Scotch. And I'm sure you two have some catching up to do. “
Jack gave Sara's leg a squeeze and winked. She felt a thrill run through her as she smiled back at him.
“Non, merci.” Jack ventured, trying to indicate with gestures that the bellboy did not need to accompany them in the elevator. They were more than capable of finding the room unaided, and Jack couldn't wait any longer to have Sara all to himself. As soon as the doors closed, he pounced on her.
His hands were everywhere, roaming under her clothes, making her tremble with arousal. Jack hooked his fingers in the silky fabric of her underwear and pulled them down, exposing her tingling pussy. Sara's breath caught in her throat as he knelt in front of her, gently stroking her nether lips with the pads of his fingers.
“Jack,” she moaned urgently, reaching out to hold the button that would keep the elevator doors closed, “what if someone gets on?”
“I'm hoping someone gets off,” Jack grinned. He lowered his head and Sara gasped as she felt his tongue probe her sex. He teased her hairless lips with the tip of his tongue, before delving between them to find the pulsing heat of her clitoris. Every tiny move sent shivers through her entire body; as he gently circled her clit, she let out another uncontrollable groan. He explored her tenderly with his mouth, lapping up her juices as she wound her fingers in his hair. Sara was breathing heavily, writhing with pleasure, then Jack wrapped his lips around her desperate clit and began to suck gently.
“Oh, oh Jack, oh my God — ” There was a ping as the elevator arrived at their floor. Abruptly, Jack stood upright, adjusting Sara's underwear with one deft movement. The doors slid open. Sara ran her fingers through her hair, trying to compose herself, as they hurried down the corridor.
Jack kicked the door closed behind him and pulled Sara close. She could taste herself on his lips as he kissed her deeply.
“Where do you want me to fuck you?” he whispered in her ear, and Sara felt her insides flip with excitement. She knew exactly where she wanted him. Grabbing his hand, she dragged Jack into the bathroom and switched on the shower.
Sara tugged her sweater over her head, and before she knew it Jack's practised fingers had unhooked her bra and freed her breasts. She wiggled out of her skirt and stood before him, naked and expectant.
“You are…wow.” he said breathily. Sara smiled, feeling suddenly bold.
“Undress for me,” she teased.
“You want a little show, huh?” Jack laughed. He reached down and undid the first button of his jeans, before lifting the hem of his shirt just a little to reveal his taut, tanned stomach. Sara bit her lip; he looked so damn good. Getting into a rhythm, Jack twirled around while whipping his shirt off and tossing it flamboyantly across the room. Sara giggled.
“You've done this before!”
“Oh no baby. This is a one time show, for your eyes only.” Jack tried to remove his jeans with a sexy flourish, but the tight denim was not cooperating. Sara padded across the tile towards him.
“Here. Let me help.” She eased the tight pants down his firm thighs, relishing the sight of his erection bulging in his underwear. She pulled those down too, and his hard cock sprang out, straining and ready for action. Sara cupped his balls with her left hand, bringing her right up to gently stroke his length. Jack groaned. Giving him her wickedest smile, Sara lowered herself to her knees and leaned forward to kiss the velvety tip of his cock. Teasing him with her tongue, she ever-so-slowly eased him into her mouth, sliding her moist lips up and down his rock hard shaft.
“Oh, god, Sara.
Grabbing his firm buttocks with both hands, Sara pumped Jack's cock in and out of her mouth, teasing the head with her tongue on each stroke. Just when Jack thought the pleasure couldn't get any more intense, she relaxed her throat and pushed him deeper. It took all of Jack's self control not to shoot his load down her throat at that moment.
“Sara, oh stop baby, I don't think I can take much more.”
Smiling, Sara got to her feet and made her way into the shower, beckoning for him to follow. The warm water raining down on her skin only intensified her arousal, and when Jack ran his hands over her bare, slippery skin, she cried out with happiness. Jack manoeuvred her so her hands rested against the tiled shower wall, her pert backside pointing towards it. He caressed her buttocks gently, before dipping his fingers between her legs.
“Oh yes, I think you're wet enough,” he sighed into her ear as he came up behind her. His hands went to her breasts, massaging the full orbs as he carefully eased his cock into her desperate pussy. Sara let out a wild cry, her body overwhelmed by the sensation of fullness. Unable to hold back, Jack pounded into her with short, hard thrusts, the head of his cock caressing her g-spot with each stroke. Sara was screaming now, having completely lost control, surrendering entirely to the pleasure she was feeling. Jack reached around and began to gently rub her swollen clitoris, and the added stimulation pushed Sara over the edge. Jack felt her pussy tighten around him as she came hard, and he let himself go, shooting his load inside her as he moaned into her ear. Their orgasms seemed to go on and on, waves of pleasure washing over them both as they were bathed by the shower's warm spray. As the feeling subsided, Sara knees felt weak, and for a moment she thought her legs might give out. But Jack's strong arms were wrapped around her, gently pulling her to her feet to kiss her under the running water.
Wrapped in fluffy hotel towels, they lay side by side on the bed, fingers loosely entwined. They talked. Jack apologized for everything so many times that eventually Sara was forced to clamp a hand over his mouth. He bit her finger gently, making her squeal, before pulling her to him for another kiss.
“Are you nervous about the interview?” Sara asked, keeping her eyes on Jack's face, trying to read him.
“To be honest, I'm dreading it. I…I know I have to do it, but I just hate talking about myself. About that kind of stuff, I mean. I wish…I wish it was just about the music, you know?”
“Poor little celebrity. Life's tough when you're rich and famous, huh?” Sara teased, poking him in the side. Jack swatted her with a pillow.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm joking. I…I was really worried about you today. Then when I got here and you'd disappeared — “ she held up her hand, “no, don't apologize, that's not what I mean. Just, I was scared. You seem so sad sometimes, and with all this stuff going on…I was worried you'd done something stupid.”
Jack squeezed her hand. “If I can't say I'm sorry, I don't know what to say. I'm okay. It gets hard sometimes, on the road. I get lonely, then I start thinking about stuff. I used to talk to Michael about things…we used to be tight. But lately, it's like he hates me. We barely even speak any more. All he does is complain to Jared that I'm stopping him getting any exposure. He's changed so much, it's hard to remember how we were ever friends.”
“I'm so sorry Jack. That must be really tough. I guess it's true when they say fame changes people.”
“Yeah. Some people.” Jack stared at the ceiling for a while, contemplating. Suddenly, he rolled over and looked Sara straight in the eye. There was an intense expression on his face.
“Stay with me, Sara,” he said. “You can come on the rest of the tour, travel, see Europe. I know I'll be rehearsing and stuff, but you can do all the fun bits, see the sights, go shopping. It's only a few weeks.”
“Jack, I have a job, I have to be at my desk on Monday.”
