CHAPTER 7
Lance
I took Leila to her place where she packed a small bag of things for the following day. I couldn’t believe that she was actually coming home with me so easily as I sat on her couch. Her place was cute if not a bit small and she had it decorated with a few pictures and some knick knacks. It wasn’t too much, and I looked back to the small kitchen as I waited for her.
What the fuck was I doing? It was fine to let her find me a house, but I asked Leila to spend the night with me. I didn’t do that with women and I frowned as I tried to sort through the feelings in my head. I wanted Leila and I was willing to offer her a bit more, but how much? She wasn’t like the other girls in my life that knew who I was and accepted it, even embraced it. I knew that I couldn’t tell her what I really did for a living.
I looked up as she walked into the living room with a backpack slung over her shoulder. Leila had pulled her hair back into a low ponytail, but a few curls still hung around her face as she smiled uncertainly at me. I stood and walked over to her, cupping her face to kiss her hard as she moaned against me. This could end badly but at this moment, I didn’t care.
We locked up and walked to my car, where I took the backpack from her to put into the back seat. I thought back to the pier and realized that nobody recognized me, wondering how long that would last. I wasn’t as much of a celebrity, but some people did know me, and I was worried about Leila finding out the truth about me. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and drove to my condo in the hills as she looked around quietly.
“Do you rent right now?” Leila asked as I winced a bit beside her.
“I own this. I might sell it once I get into a house, using you as my agent.” I smiled as I drove into the underground parking lot to my spot. I knew that she was wondering how I could have two houses and I struggled to make something up. “I got a trust from family years back. I invested in this place and want to move on.”
“That is a great idea. You’ll get a lot for this place.” Leila surveyed the property as we walked up to my condo. It was a great complex and had a lot of amenities and I glanced around as I walked up the stairs to my place. I knew a lot of people in here and didn’t normally bring women home and didn’t want Leila to find out about me so quickly. I unlocked my door and let her walk inside before me as she took in the large living room. “This is so nice.”
“It’s been good to me,” I agreed as I put her backpack on the table in the dining room. “We didn’t eat anything but that funnel cake tonight. Are you hungry? I can order in.”
“Why are you doing all of this?” Leila asked me as I gave her a curious look.
“Why not? I like you, Leila. I want to spend time with you. Why do you see that as such a hardship for me?” I asked as her face fell.
“You’re perfect looking. I know that you can have anybody here tonight, but I am still wondering why I am.” Leila said as I moved to sit beside her.
“Who made you feel this way? You’re beautiful, Leila and more than that, you’re a genuine person. You are sweet and different than anybody I’ve ever met before.” I stared into her face as she wrinkled her nose and seemed to get lost in thought. I kissed her, and she relaxed against me as our tongues danced together, pulling me closer. I leaned back as Leila moved into my lap and the loose skirt of her dress moved up to reveal her legs a bit more as she kissed me again.
I felt something flowing through me that heated my skin. I moved my hands down to cup her ass and pull her closer as Leila moaned softly. I’d never felt this was with a woman in my arms and I felt her grip my shirt tightly. Our mouths moved together roughly as we kissed harder and I let one hand move down to trace her hot skin as she shuddered. I wanted Leila badly in this moment and I pulled her closer as I moved my hand up her body.
Leila gasped and pulled away, taking a deep breath of air. I stared at her, noting the flush in her cheeks as she stared at me with dark eyes.
“This is moving so fast,” she told me as I lifted a hand to stroke her hair.
“It doesn’t have to, Leila. I just want you.” I didn’t move my hand from her hair as I looked at her, shocked that I meant what I was saying. I didn’t need to have sex with Leila and she moved beside me as she took another breath. My cock throbbed in my shorts and I focused on the woman beside me as I willed it to go away. “I’ll order some dinner and we can talk about it later. Do you like Thai?”
“Yes.” Leila told me as I rose and walked to the fridge where the menu was, bringing it back over to the couch to ask her what she wanted. Leila pointed at something and I called the order in before hanging up. “You do this a lot, don’t you? Sleep with women?”
“I have been with a few. I don’t have a girlfriend or anything even close to that, so you don’t have to worry about that. I’m spending time with you tonight, Leila.” I looked at her, seeing her eyes searching my face. “I can’t offer that to you, not yet. I am not looking for anything serious right now, but I want to see you.” She nodded and looked relieved. “How about you?”
“I’ve been with two guys, both boyfriends. The last one…broke my heart. I moved here to start over and was shocked when I met you and felt the way that I did. I haven’t wanted to be with anyone the way that I do you.” Her smile was gorgeous as she looked at me and shrugged. “I just feel like I won’t be enough for you.”
“Don’t worry about any of that. Let’s just see how it goes.” I opened some wine and poured it while we waited for the food and we talked a bit more. I liked learning about her, so I wouldn’t have to talk too much about myself, now knowing that she’d never accept the fact that I was a porn star.
When the food came, we got plates and silverware from the kitchen and watched a movie while we ate. I didn’t take a lot of women out and it was a nice change as she laughed at something in the movie. She’d had a few glasses of wine and I could tell that she was buzzed now as she looked at me with sparkling eyes. She was gorgeous, and I chuckled as I watched her.
I cleaned up the dishes as she finished her wine and walked back to the couch as she tilted her head back to look at me. I leaned down to kiss her, tasting the sauce from dinner in the corners as she giggled and reached for my head to pull me closer. I tilted my head to deepen it as she slipped her tongue against mine slowly. I moved away from her to sit on the couch and kissed her again, pressing her back against the cushions as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
I moved my mouth away from her lips reluctantly and kissed her jaw, nibbling gently as she groaned. Her legs were spread, and I rested gently over her, holding myself up with one arm as I moved down her neck. I pressed against her as she let out a long moan, raising her hips to meet mine.
I slipped a hand under her t-shirt and moved it up her skin as I kissed her again, feeling her shudder under me. I wanted to claim this woman and make her mine. I knew that she was with other men, but I sensed that she hadn’t enjoyed sex the way she should. I was going to change that, and I cupped her full breast over the lace of her bra, finding her nipple ready for me. I stroked it with my thumb as she rocked her hips up harder, making my cock harder than before. I secured her in my arms before lifting her easily as she wrapped her arms and legs around my body. I carried her to the bedroom and dropped her on the large bed, taking a deep breath.
Leila looked up at me before sitting up and lifting her shirt off, revealing the soft pink bra underneath.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked her as she shrugged. I stripped off my own shirt, watching as she looked over my body slowly. I’d seen it many times before from other women, but it was different with Leila. I loosened my jeans and dropped onto the bed, telling her to scoot up to the pillows. I was going to show her it felt to be worshiped and watched until she was propped on some pillows. I turned on a light that cast a soft glow over the room and crawled over to her, sliding up her skirt.
Holy fuck. Her underwear matched the bra and I lowered them slowly as she lifted her hips. I pushed the skirt up further and took in her bare skin before I started kissing up her legs, watching as she stared down at me. I could smell her and craved her taste as I moved slowly. I wanted to memorize the way that she was looking at me right now and I finally reached her glistening pussy. She smelled as sweet as she tasted as I pressed my lips to her, slowly licking her with my tongue as Leila groaned. I dove in deeper and spread her open with my fingers as I found her swollen clit.
I sucked it into my mouth, pleased with her whimpers as I moved closer to her. I knew when a woman was close to coming and I sucked until she got to the edge before releasing her and licking her over her folds again. I did this a few times until I was finally drawing her through my teeth and she was screaming my name as her juices washed over me, as I locked my mouth to her to get every drop.
“That felt amazing. Are you a professional or something?” Leila gasped as I removed her skirt and dropped it to the floor. I winced and moved beside her, assuring her that I just liked pleasing her. “That’s why I fought this. I can’t do stuff like you can.”
“You can. You just need to be comfortable with me. I’ll teach you everything that you need to know,” I told her as I moved beside her and slipped a hand between her legs. She was still drenched, and I teased her clit slowly as she arched against my hand, needing more. I slipped a finger inside of her as she groaned, feeling her tighten around me. I kept moving it, needing her to come for me again as I leaned over her to suck a nipple into my mouth through the bra. “Come for me, Leila.”
She closed her eyes as she rocked against me, doing everything just fine. I added a finger and stroked her slow and deep until she was panting my name and ready to go over the edge. I brought her there again, watching as she dropped her head back and cried out my name. It was the most beautiful sight that I’d ever seen, despite filming many different sex scenes in my job. Those were fake. That was acting, but this was real, and I felt every part of it as I felt myself start to ache in my pants.
“Lance, I need you,” her words were a whisper but clear and I stared at her.
“Are you sure?” I asked as she nodded frantically. I moved for my drawer and pulled out a condom, kicking my jeans off to roll it on. I felt nervous, like I had the first time as a teen as I moved between her legs and unclasped Leila’s bra. Her breasts fell out and I leaned down to suck a bare nipple into my mouth as I positioned myself between her legs. I slid inside of her, moving slowly so she could adjust to my length and size.
Fuck, she felt so good. I buried myself and stilled as I memorized her slick heat that was wrapped around me like a glove. I never wanted to be inside of another woman again and pushed that thought away as I pulled back to go in for more. Leila started to move with me after a few thrusts and we rocked together noisily, our bodies slapping together as our moans rose in the room. I knew that I was going to come first, and I slipped my arms beside her to hold myself up as I moved faster. Leila moaned and wrapped her legs around me as she tightened around my cock and we both went over the edge together, the release intense as I jerked inside of her and clenched the sheets on my bed.
What the fuck just happened? I never felt that way during sex, not for a long time.
I pulled out after a few minutes and dropped onto my back beside her. Leila looked tired and I felt some pride at that as I went limp and took a deep breath. Her legs dropped to the left and she reached out to touch my side with one hand as I stared at her.
“Want some water?” I asked her as she smiled and nodded slowly. I stood and went to the kitchen to get some, making sure the house was secured before I returned to the bedroom. “Here,” I whispered, placing one of the bottles in her hand. Leila took a grateful sip and turned closed her eyes wearily as I reached down to pull a comforter over us.
“That felt like a first time for some reason,” she murmured as I smiled.
“It was our first time,” I reminded her as she laughed softly.
“No, more than that. It felt like I’d never been with another man at all.” I felt something surging through me at her words and knew that it was that carnal pride that I did this to her. This was all me. “I hope that it happens again.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about that.” I assured her as I pulled her against me. “Get some sleep and I might surprise you in the morning. You were perfect, Leila. Don’t ever be insecure again.”
Leila laughed as she turned towards me and buried her face in my broad chest. I held her, feeling her warm skin and breath on me as I let it sink in that I was already falling for this girl.