Rose McGowan sucked back on the cigarette in her mouth, her eyes slowly rolling back into her head as she sank lower into the leather chair. She felt the sensations moving through her in waves, heightening her pleasure. Her thick red lips pursed and she watched the pale smoke billow out of her mouth slowly, rising to the ceiling. She gave a moan as she raked her teeth over her bottom lip and sighed, closing her eyes.
She had one foot on the floor and one draped over the arm of the chair. One hand held her cigarette while the idly played with her left nipple through her silk slip. The silk felt sinfully decadent against her flushed body, and Rose took in another breath as she gasped and sighed. Her eyes were closed as she leant back against the overstuffed cushions of the chair.
"You are so good at that..." she murmured softly as she took another drag and moaned quietly, then blew the smoke up into the air. The man between her thighs didn't answer. Danek Rogar was most definitely wonderfully busy at that moment. He reached down to the floor and took a drink of his vodka, letting two ice cubes slide down the glass into his mouth.
Rose felt the icy touch of his tongue slide inside the hood of her clitoris and wriggled against the hot little bud. Lightning shot up her thighs and back, and the Charmed star let out a ragged breath. After a moment, his mouth left her, and she took another drag of her cigarette, then gasped and blew a mouthful of smoke up into the air as she pinched her nipple hard.
Danek reached down, putting the glass back, then picked up a mug of steaming water and swished some around in his mouth, heating up his tongue, then spitting some onto her clit and massaging her with his tongue tip. Rose began to shake, and her hand left her nipple and grasped the back of his head as she began to quiver around him.
Rose's hand dropped the cigarette to the floor and she moaned as Danek's tongue wriggled against her, and then his mouth opened wide and his teeth dragged across her swollen lips. Rose squeezed her eyes shut and came with a shudder, gushing slightly right into his mouth. Danek smiled and picked up his vodka as Rose sagged back into the chair, limp and spent.
"Hmmm, baby, that tongue of yours should be insured." Danek drained off the rest of his drink and walked over to the fire. He stoked it up a bit and threw another log on, to last the next few hours. Rose took several deep breaths, and stoop up, grabbing her pants and sliding them over her pale legs. Danek glanced back and then looked at the fire again, rubbing his closely shorn goatee in the dark light of the fire.
"Can you...?" Rose shook her head as she tied her blouse back around her midriff and fluffed her hair back out down her back.
"Look, lets not go into this too far, huh? We both know that what we've got is good, and works well. You get to fuck a movie star and get fucked well, and I get the relief and you know. Everything works this way." Danek nodded and poked absently at the fire again. "You're cool with that, right?"
Danek didn't answer for a moment, until she came up to him and took his empty glass away and put it on the coffee table. She picked up her jacket and threw it around her shoulders, then stepped in close to his arms and gave him a lingering hug.
"I'm just not ready for a relationship right now. That's all. This works, don't over-think it." Danek smiled against her hair and enfolded her in his arms.
"But that's the problem, Rosie, because it's just getting to close. I can't do the whole detachment thing. Before you, I'd never slept with a woman I wasn't with. Now, it's all I do. You may not be exclusively mine, but I'm exclusively yours." Rose smiled and raised her chin. Her dark eyes were alight in the fire, and her thick lips parted. Danek could smell her cigarettes on her breath and turned away slightly.
"That's sweet, Dan, but you don't have to. You can see other people. As long as I keep getting what's mine." Her hands wormed down into his open jeans and ran through his thick pubic hair. Danek frowned and stepped back.
"I'm not some... meat for you. If I see other people, I could grow to feel for them what..." Rose tilted her head and then turned away, grabbing her bag.
"Whatever, Dan, I'm sorry if you love me, but that's just why we're only working as a friends with benefits kind of thing. I'll see you tonight, at the club? You can be my personal bad boy barman, and maybe I'll stay the night with you, yeah?" She was out the door before she'd even finished talking, and Danek shook his head and closed his eyes.
"I could grow to feel for them what is not returned to me now," he finished wearily. He went and refilled his glass, then went around and picked up the still smoking cigarette that she'd dropped on his polished floor. He threw the butt into the fire and shook his head.
Danek had met Rose McGowan at one of LA's infamous parties. He'd been friends with the host, and she'd asked him to man the bar and make sure everyone's glass was full at all times. Rose had gotten completely plastered and Danek had had to drive her home. They'd nearly crashed when she'd tried to go down on him in the car.
He'd carried her up to her apartment, and she'd faked being unconscious, so he found her keys and let them in, then she'd gotten them into bed, and the rest was history. It had been a wild night, the kind of sex that Danek had only seen in porno flicks. He stretched out and looked at the setting sun from his balcony.
The second level of Danek's home faced West, with the entire wall being made of glass and polished wooden pillars. It held a marble fireplace and an enourmous bed, two armchairs and his bathroom and wardrobes. Downstairs was the entertaining area. Danek only owned one television, and it sat in his kitchen, downstairs.
He opened the window to let in the cool evening breeze and shook his head. The sunsets were so different here. Danek was South African, and operated several businesses in Johannesburg, including three nightclubs, a restaurant, a safari company and a shark diving charter. He'd recently lost his only surviving relative, his dearly loved sister, in a car accident as she was touring through London, and he'd taken some time off in LA to blow off some steam and mourn.
His sister had been happily married, with one child and another on the way when a runaway bus had wiped out the whole family. The bus driver had personally tracked Danek down to beg his forgiveness, and Danek had given it, though now he wondered if he hadn't been in shock then too, to so easily forgive the man.
The LA party scene was world-famous for being completely unbelievable, and Danek could well believe that. It was something of a testament to his resolve to move on that he was still here. He'd been invited to the launch of the complete Charmed Series Boxed Set, and that was only because of his social friendship with Rose.
He closed the window and shivered, then headed towards the shower. Social friendship. Friends with benefits, the Americans called it. He walked past the mirror as he discarded his jeans, the only clothing he wore. He was incredibly fit, the result of hours of diving and working out, and good diet. A single straight scar, running from the top of his cheek to his eyebrow framed his left eye.
The knife blade had barely missed his eye, but the scar was quite noticeable against his dark, tanned skin. It was something of a rarity to meet a mugger who actually had the balls to attack someone for their wallet these days, but he'd had to find the one. The only reason he'd fought to keep it was because it held one of the three pictures of his sister and her family.
