Chapter Eleven
Dina
I leaned up to kiss him, knowing that after everything we’d been through, he would need me to make the first move. As soon as our lips met, I knew that I had made the right choice – as soon as he’d offered me the chance to come back to his place to charge my phone, I’d had an inkling of what was going to go down.
His fingers sank into my flesh and he pulled me close, tight against his body. He moaned into my mouth, slipping his tongue past my lips so that the kiss was more intense than before. I could feel him hardening beneath his jeans, but before I knew it he was kissing down my neck, popping open the buttons of my shirt and exposing me as he drew each nipple into his mouth, one at a time. It almost felt like a relief as I reached down to grip his head, holding him in place and tipping my head back.
How had we waited this long for this? He was moving fast, both of us were, as though at any moment one or both of us might remember all the reasons we’d had for not doing this in the first place and back out – but there was already a slick heat between my legs that was demanding his attention. Attention, it seemed, that he was all too willing to give. He moved down, kissing across my stomach, glancing up at me with heat in his eyes that told me where this was going.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he panted as he lightly bit the skin that peeked out over the top of my jeans. The shock of pain felt so good that I had to plant my hands on the table next to me just to stay standing as I watched him work his way downward, his deft fingers popping open my buttons and pulling down my zip as I wriggled out of the cumbersome jeans. He knelt on the floor below me, and the look he gave me for a split second reminded of the expression he had on the poster I kept on my wall when I was a teenager – I closed my eyes, the odd mix of déjà vu and utter, total desire overwhelming me all at once. I couldn’t take this any longer – I needed him to make me come.
He hooked his fingers around my panties, pulled outwards, and tore them off my body in one motion. My jaw dropped – no-one had ever done anything like that before. And, without further ado, he pressed his face against my pussy, moaning against my aching flesh as his hands snaked around my ass to hold me upright. I parted my legs and his tongue finally found my clit, and I tipped my head back, staring at the ceiling, as the pleasure took me over.
I’d had a lot of guys eat me out over the years, but nothing that felt even remotely as good as this. He sealed his lips around my clit and sucked lightly, not even touching me with his tongue for a moment as he groaned against me, sending vibrations all up and down my body. Then, he tilted his head to the side and sucked on my outer pussy lips in turn, using the mildest amount of pressure but making my hips lift off the table with the intensity of it all.
“Fuck,” I gasped, and he looked up and me again, smiling as he returned his attention to my clit and slipped a finger inside of me to match the lazy pace of his tongue. He ate me out like pussy was getting taxed in an hour, like he hadn’t eaten in days and was trying to stock up while he could. He sucked and licked and fingered me with such passion that all sense of time and place and decency vanished from my mind.
I found myself gripping his head so I could grind up against him as he curled his finger around to hit my g-spot. Every inch of my body felt like it was packed full of static, my muscles tensing and my eyes squeezing further shut as he continued mercilessly. It was right on the edge of too much, my body flooded with feeling and sensation, and then, suddenly, finally-
“Ah!” I cried out. The orgasm ripped through my body like someone had set me on fire, almost painful in its intensity – my cunt clenched around his finger, my clit pulsing under his tongue, and my muscles turning to jelly so badly he had to fight to keep me upright. He pulled himself away from me, just close enough that I could still feel his breath on my pussy, knowing that I’d be too sensitive for anything more.
The feelings coursed through me, a resolution to the ridiculous back-and-forth we’d had over the last couple of weeks. I’d never felt anything like it in my life, my body practically giving up as the sensations consumed me. His strong hand kept me upright, my body shivering and shaking beneath his touch, my clit already almost painfully sensitive as he pulled back and let me feel nothing but his hot, hot breath against my aching flesh.
The orgasm had cleared my head, the haze of attraction and obsession beginning to fade away into something a little closer to reality. I felt like I was clambering up out of a hole, squinting against the onslaught of the light. He looked up at me, panting hard, his eyes still hungry and hot for me. He briefly ran his hand over my butt, as though taking me in. As if he knew what was coming next. I couldn’t do this to him again, could I? Could I? I heaved in a deep, shaky breath, and something in my face must have switched up because disappointment clouded his face at once.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I reasoned with him. “You’re…we’re completely different. I don’t want this to get in the way of the production-”
“We’re not different,” he got to his feet, staring at me hard and dragging the back of his hand over his mouth to wipe away the wetness that I had left glistening on his lips. It would have been hot if it weren’t for the circumstances.
“You know there’s something between us,” he pointed out, running his fingers through his hair. “We’re the same. I don’t know how, I don’t know why, but you can’t make like you don’t feel it too.”
I looked away from him. He was right; blisteringly, obviously right, and I wanted him so badly at that moment that I had to hold back a scream of frustration knowing that I shouldn’t. I ran through all the reasons I’d given myself when I’d first laid eyes on him – he went through women like wildfire, I’d be dumped in a week, we had so little in common when it came to our lifestyles. We didn’t fit together. And yet, standing here like this, it felt as though he formed the final piece of a jigsaw puzzle that made up me.
I forced myself to shake my head, going for the door, grabbing my phone as I did so.
“I’m sorry, I should never have come back here,” I apologized, knowing that I was apologizing for more than just that. I was saying sorry for everything that had never happened and never would. I wanted him, viscerally, but the feelings were too intense now for me to risk getting my heart broken. I looked at him, really looked at him, and tried to imagine how hard it would be to have that man walk away from me. What I was doing now was wrenching, but that would have been a thousand times worse.
“I’ll see you back on set,” I muttered, and headed out the door, clicking it shut firmly behind me and tilting my head back to look up at the stars above. They were glimmering softly, distantly, half-lit by the glow of Devina not far away, and I forced myself to head for the street and start the walk back to my place. I didn’t have keys, but I would find somewhere to stay for the night if I had to. Anything but sticking around a moment longer in that trailer.