Camden

Three guesses who didn’t make it to the junket on time that morning? It wasn’t for lack of trying either, but fairly early on in our first morning together I came to understand that Kate was very much a quid pro quo kind of girl. There was actually a direct correlation between her sheet-gripping orgasms and her suddenly miraculous ability to find hidden time-savings in my junket schedule to reciprocate.

For example, when I had coaxed Kate to lower that pretty pussy of hers onto my hungry mouth while she gripped the bed frame for dear life as I licked her clean to an orgasm that had to have been heard on both the floors above and below us, Kate immediately texted Megan to let her know that I was running a “tad late.” With the extra time, Kate deep throated my cock for a good fifteen minutes until I came hot and hard all over her perfect tits.

Then there was, of course, the part of the morning after we had ordered breakfast when I had decided that the whipped cream from her room service blueberry pancakes was far more delicious when licked off her pert little nipples than on breakfast foods. At which time Kate promptly called Megan to let her know that I wasn’t feeling well and asked could she please move my morning phone interviews to lunch time. That, of course, gave Kate time to ride me in the vanity chair in her bedroom, giving me the most seductive vantage point of her from behind, in the mirror’s reflection. Fucking gorgeous.

Then finally, when I offered to clean up my dirty girl in the massive hotel steam shower after banging her hard on the bench seat in the stall, she texted Megan asking her to shorten all of my TV interviews by two minutes that day, giving Kate an extra half hour to allow me to fuck her thoroughly to a second shower orgasm before we finally managed to get dressed and head down to the junket.

By the time we made it down to the junket floor to start my day of interviews, the studio publicists were in a nervous frenzy about my tardiness, but I didn’t care. It had been a fucking brilliant morning as far as I was concerned. Additionally, every journalist who interviewed me that morning got a very relaxed and thoroughly pleased-with-himself version of Camden Atwood, who incidentally delivered hilariously funny anecdotes and exceedingly charming interviews that to most seemed to make my late arrival worth the wait.

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While the morning had started off pleasantly enough, the day began to drag on after lunch. I had started to find it difficult to concentrate with Kate sitting just feet away, staring at me intently as she listened to each of a series of TV interviews taking place in a mildly cramped hotel suite that had been filled to the brim with camera equipment and studio lighting. She was only doing her job, of course, but she had chosen to wear those hot-as-fuck boots again; they arrested my attention every time she crossed or uncrossed her legs, which incidentally was a lot, and I was nothing if not acutely aware of every movement of her body now. All I could think about was how the next time I had her, it would be in nothing but those boots—and that was a fucking promise.

One thing was for sure, though, Kate Prescott was driving me to distraction, and my answers to the mundane series of repeat questions that made up a junket were starting to reflect it.

“Cam, tell me about your character in Due North?” said Tammy or Tawny or whatever-the-fuck the reporter’s name was.

An awkward silence was followed by Kate staring at me as though I’d had a stroke.

“Hmm, what?” said the dumb actor, i.e., me.

“Your character? What can you tell us about him?” repeated said reporter.

Dumb actor stared at hot publicist’s legs momentarily and zoned out. “Oh, yes, Roger—he’s uh—very, umm—well, he’s very—uh, appealing,” said the dumb actor still not fully paying attention to the task at hand.

There was another awkward silence as Kate rolled her eyes in irritation.

“Can we stop for a second? Evander, can you powder him real quick? He’s looking a little shiny,” Kate shouted so the room could hear her while mouthing privately to dumb actor, “Get your shit together, Atwood!”

Dumb actor tried to regain his composure and offered his apologies to the room. Interview resumed.

“Why don’t we move on to your personal life,” said Tammy or Tawny or whatever-the-fuck. “Are you seeing anyone special these days, Cam?”

Dumb actor stared at his publicist and stifled a stupid grin for about the tenth time that day at the same question, which elicited a slightly panicked look from said publicist like this might actually be the time that said dumb actor might accidentally reveal that he’s head over heels for the publicist in the hot-as-fuck leather boots.

“No, not at the moment,” I said quietly, hating the lie every time I was forced to say it, especially when I was indeed seeing the most special person I had ever met and wanted nothing more than to share that with the world right at that moment.

“You heard it here, ladies, Camden Atwood is single!” the reporter effused annoyingly. “Now, Cam, tell us what you look for in a woman.”

I looked at Kate for just a second just to make sure she was paying attention. “Well, let’s see,” I said with a grin. “I love a wicked sense of humor, someone who challenges me constantly, is creative and fun to be around, isn’t afraid to call me out when I need to be taken down a peg, and I’m a leg man, so she’s gotta have a killer pair of legs. You know, the kind that look amazing in high boots.”

Kate shook her head at me while I stifled yet another grin.

We wrapped up that interview but before Megan could enter the room from the hallway to introduce Kate to the next reporter, as she had done before each interview, I jumped out of the chair that I had been sitting in and rushed to the door, boxing Kate out, to her utter surprise, and closing the door so that only my head peeked out.

“Megan, can I have a minute? I’ve got a bit of a headache. Just need to get some—relief real quick,” I said with a smirk.

“Of course, just let us know when you’re ready and I’ll send in the next one.”

“Thanks,” I said as I quickly closed the door on Megan, who I felt certain would have continued on if I had let her.

I turned to the sound technician and had him remove my mic pack just before pushing Kate into the empty bedroom of the hotel suite and locking the door behind us.

“Is everything okay?”

She had barely gotten the sentence out before my lips were on hers, my hands in a frenzy to touch, grab, and grip every inch of her. I enveloped her in a breathless kiss that had her in a daze by the time I finally pulled back to look at her.

“What’s my name again?” Kate quipped.

I smiled as I buried my head in her neck, leaving a trail of kisses from her earlobe down the gentle slope of her breast.

“How am I doing out there?” I asked earnestly.

“Pretty terrible, Atwood.”

I sighed. “Well, it’s not my fault. I don’t know who told you to wear those fucking boots today. They’re—well, they’re a huge distraction.”

“My boots?”

I shook my head excitedly. “They make me want to do things,” I said menacingly.

A slow smile crept across her lips. “What kind of things?”

“I think you know exactly what kind of things,” I said, my eyes full of carnal intent.

“You know, as your publicist, I have to advise against doing “things” with a room full of cameramen, press, and studio execs just a few feet away.”

“That’s solid advice,” I said, lifting Kate up and walking the two of us into the en-suite master bathroom at the far back of the hotel room and depositing her on the counter before locking us both in.

“Cam…” she said warningly.

“Shh…” I whispered as I spread her legs apart, making a place for myself between them as I took her face in my hands and kissed her until she grabbed at my shirt with need. I knew that I had her when she slowly began snaking her boot-clad legs around me, pulling me closer to her warm center.

“Will you do something for me?” I asked as I nuzzled her neck, making myself drunk on the scent of her perfume.

“I suppose,” she said wryly.

“Ask me if I’m seeing anyone special.”

Kate pulled back to regard me as I stroked her thighs gently and dropped a comparatively chaste kiss on her lips that sobered her up a bit as a small smile crept across her face.

“Are you seeing anyone special, Cam?” she said softly.

“Yes,” I whispered, not taking my eyes from hers for even a second.

It had only been one simple word, but the meaning in it hadn’t been lost on either one of us. In an instant, Kate’s lips were on mine, her tongue exploring my mouth recklessly, bringing my arousal from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds. I had to have her right then and there.

As I slid my hands up her thighs and under her dress to grip her panties for their impending descent down her legs, Kate stopped my hand and gave me a warning look.

“Cam…”

“Kate, the sooner I can stop thinking about all of the things I want to do to you and start answering these inane questions like a focused human being, the sooner we can get the fuck out of this stupid junket and go and have some real fun.”

Kate smiled knowingly as she let me continue to rid her of her panties. I had barely touched her, but I could feel her wetness betraying her arousal.

“Love, you’re drenched,” I said with a grin.

“Second pair of panties today,” she admitted with a bit of an embarrassed smile.

“Good to know I’m not the only one struggling today,” I said as I inserted two fingers into her and watched her eyes close blissfully as she moaned at my touch. I massaged her with long strokes while gently pressing down on her clit the way I now knew always made her suddenly very agreeable. The tough, no-nonsense professional who ran the show in the other room was temporarily abdicating her throne. I had started to love when I could see that look on her face when the shield finally went down, and she let me possess her in a way that meant that she didn’t have to do anything but be in the moment and just submit to the pleasure that I was determined to give her. There was always a second when I realized she was wholly mine, and it turned me on to such a degree that it almost felt painful not to be inside her.

She really couldn’t have made it any easier for me today. She was wearing a little black dress with an inviting gold zipper all the way down the front, so with one hand keeping her pussy occupied, I let the other slowly reveal more of her gorgeous, sun-kissed skin to me as the zipper took the ride down her curves. As soon as her full breasts made their appearance, almost seeming to burst from her dress as she panted from the pleasure my fingers were giving her, I palmed one breast, freeing it from the cup of her bra. In a matter of seconds, my mouth was on her, sucking her now-erect nipple. Her hand was in my hair, guiding me to take more of her into my mouth as she slid back against the mirror, helplessly giving into me.

“Ugh, I wish I knew what I did in my life to deserve this so I can keep doing it. Shit! Right there, oh, God!” she said as I added a third finger into the mix under her skirt, drawing a grin out of me as I watched her entirely coming undone.

“Don’t come yet, love,” I said, removing my fingers and unzipping her dress the rest of the way, making quick work of removing it and the bra beneath. As I said, I was determined that the next time I had her, it would be in nothing but those hot-as-fuck leather boots. I was, however, stilled by the view of her graceful back in the reflection of the mirror as it led down to her perfect ass. I took in the flawless skin across every inch of her body and then those boots as she sat on the counter. Jesus!

“What?”

“You are so fucking gorgeous, Katie,” I said, just staring at her, now mesmerized.

She grabbed at my shirt, pulling me into her, seemingly unfazed by her own fully nude body and my fully clothed one.

She whispered in my ear, “Let’s see how close you can come to making me scream without actually doing it.”

Another fucking challenge and as always, I was more than happy to play. My pants were pushed down in an instant, and my fully hard cock was finally freed from its confines. Kate watched me intently as I slowly teased her entrance with just the glistening head before I stopped.

“Shit!” I said, running a hand through my hair in frustration.

“What?”

“Condoms.”

Kate looked me in the eyes as she caressed my face. She seemed to be looking deep into my soul, permitting herself to be the tiniest bit reckless. “I’m clean and on the pill.”

“I was tested for everything under the sun before I traveled, so…”

“Then get inside me, Atwood. I want you so bad right now.”

I kissed her hard just before we both watched my cock slowly disappear as it sank deeper and deeper inside of her. The first few thrusts always felt exhilarating, but this skin on skin with nothing between us felt unreal. Her tightness and the way she always almost immediately eased to me like our bodies knew they belonged together, it was so fucking hot.

“Fuck!” was all I could say as I started to really hit my pace, causing Kate to cover my mouth with her hand.

I couldn’t help it. She felt amazing. But it was she who began to struggle to keep quiet when I really started pounding her into oblivion. She, in turn, buried her head in my neck and bit down on the hand towel that she had grabbed nearby to muffle all of the nonsensical sounds that she was now making. I could feel those boots of hers digging into me as her legs clamped around me, begging me to go deeper.

“Come for me, love,” I whispered into her ear as I teased her lobe with my tongue.

Suddenly she detonated, but absolutely silently with the most fantastic look of shock on her face as though this orgasm had been a definitive showstopper. I loved that I could do that to her, and she clung to me tightly as though I was what now held her together, and in seconds I had found my own powerful release—trying but probably unsuccessfully to keep my own climax to a discreet volume. There was no denying that when Kate and I had sex, it was unbelievably explosive. We were both panting desperately, trying to return our racing heartbeats to normal.

“Holy shit,” she said now entirely out of breath.

“So, bathroom counter might be my new favorite spot for sex,” I told her as I panted heavily.

“That definitely goes on my list,” Kate said as she wiped a bit of sweat from her own brow with a very sated grin.

We both burst into hushed laughter that melted into a perfect, warm kiss. When our lips parted, I looked into Kate’s eyes for a moment and just knew. This was my person. She was the one.