CHAPTER 13
Lance
I looked at the screen of my phone and saw Leila’s name, sighing heavily. If I got back to her, I’d give in to seeing her and risk her seeing of feeling the scratch marks in my back. Fucking Terra. She knew better than that since a lot of us had personal lives.
I couldn’t see Leila until they were healed or at least healed enough to hope that she didn’t notice. I missed seeing Leila and my body was craving her as my cock stiffened in my shorts. Despite not working for the last day, I still didn’t seek out another woman like I would have done before Leila. I reached down and gripped myself tightly with my hand, stroking hard as I closed my eyes and imagined her little mouth wrapped around me. I wanted Leila in front of me, on her knees. I wanted to be balls deep inside of her, fucking her hard and deep as she screamed my name. She wouldn’t even know about the scratches that way and I groaned as I felt the pressure building inside of me. I didn’t want to jerk myself off like a teenager but here I was, arching my back as I stroked harder.
“Fuck me, Leila. I want you so badly,” I cried out as I came against the cotton material of the shorts, jerking roughly. I collapsed to the couch and reached for my beer, draining the bottle greedily as after waves flowed through my body. I needed Leila, but I had to wait to see her. My phone chimed after a few minutes and it was Terra telling me in a text that she went house hunting today and found some cute places. Where did I live? Maybe we could be neighbors.
I rolled my eyes at the thought. Terra was pretty, and we worked together, but I wasn’t interested in anything more. I was going to talk to her next time we were on set together and warn her not to pull any stunts like the scratches again.
I had another few beers out on the back porch, breathing in the cool breeze and thinking about things. I considered calling my friend from grade school and talking to him, since I wasn’t close to anybody here. Brian lived in New York working the stock market and I did the math in my head. He might still be awake, but I’d send a text and see if Brian responded. I did that and carried the phone to bed, where I planned to just watch TV until I fell asleep.
Brian never got back to me and I found a late-night talk show as I listened to the silence. I didn’t care if most people got back to me or not, but Brian was my best friend. I didn’t reach out to him too often like this and I imagined Leila’s face in my mind for a moment as I fought the urge to call her.
She was too close. If I called her, I’d tell her to come over and risk losing everything. I’d wait until tomorrow and bring her lunch or something quick, telling her that I had to get to work afterward. I just needed to see her.
I fell asleep after too many beers, telling myself that this couldn’t become a habit. I needed to keep my head together. I needed to go for a run in the morning since I’d been slacking off on both jogging and the gym. Leila was the perfect exercise for me, but I needed to keep in mind that I had an image to uphold. I was the most sought after male porn star and my excellent workout habits had a lot to do with that.
I got up after six and dressed for a run before I left the house. I lived on a beach and I was going to take advantage of it, running along the sand near the water as I took in the simple sound of the waves and seagulls. The sky was dark, but it was starting to lighten up as I continued down the sand, I was still thinking about Leila, still wanting her. I considered my options. I could ask her to have lunch with me and keep my fucking clothes on. We could go to a public place and keep it innocent, even though my cock didn’t agree with that idea. Once I was done with ten miles, I jogged back to my house and sent her a text asking what she was doing in a few hours. Did she want to have lunch?
It took a while for my phone to chime with a return text. I took a shower and started some coffee before I heard a thing, despite checking the phone a few times over the last hour. It was Leila, but I sensed from her tone that she wasn’t excited by the invitation. She asked where I wanted to go, and I suggested a little seafood place that was close to my house, just in case I could woo her into coming home with me. I’d still use the excuse of work for a quickie on the kitchen table or counter, so I could stay mostly covered, but I had to have her. I decided to call her and ask her to lunch personally, noticing the distance in her voice as I told her that I’d been caught up in some deadlines and barely done anything but work on them. I apologized and offered to buy her some good food to make up for it, and slowly I heard her willpower fading.
Leila agreed to meet me at the restaurant and I ended the call, satisfied with that. I knew how to make a woman melt and she was going to be begging for me by the time lunch was over. I dressed in some casual shorts and a fitted green shirt, fixing my messy hair in the mirror to achieve the perfect look. I left in time to arrive early and get a table outside, ordering a beer as I looked out over the water.
My body was electric as I sat back, knowing that she was here. I looked towards the door that led out to the patio and saw her looking at me with the same heat in her eyes that was running through my veins. Leila was wearing a little dark pink dress and walked out towards me with a soft smile on her face. I already had her and I didn’t even have to work on it. I stood and pulled her into my arms as she stepped up to the table, kissing down the soft skin of her face before I told her that I missed her. Leila took a moment to hold me back, but she clung tightly to me as I brushed my lips against hers. I kept it chaste and we sat down to order as I asked her how work was going to start a conversation.
“I have a new client.” Leila looked at me and blushed for a moment. “She’s looking for something like your house and she’s a porn star.” Her voice dropped to a whisper as she looked around the empty deck with wide eyes. “I know that it’s a thing, but I didn’t know what to say to her at first. She was nice, though.”
Fuck me running. Terra was house hunting with Leila. I forced a smile to my face and told her that it was great news. She could get her name out there and make some good sales, but it made it even more possible that she’d find out about me. I used my first name for acting and I was well-known. Terra would probably mention me at some point and blow my cover. I knew that I needed to tell Leila the truth and I took a long drink of beer.
“Where was the house at?” I asked her as she told me that the woman liked some places in Malibu. That made sense and it would create some distance from her as opposed to her buying a beach house near me. That would be a disaster, “Good area. Do you think she’ll make a choice soon?”
“I think so.” The waitress came over to take our order and she gave me a quick look as Leila ordered the lobster salad. She knew me, but I appreciated the fact that she didn’t say anything as I ordered the steak and crab. Some people didn’t care who I was with when they asked me for an autograph, but I also didn’t usually dine with women that didn’t know what I did for a living.
I was tense the rest of the meal and made light conversation with her as she ate. I could tell that she was warming up to me and we stood together as our eyes locked once I paid the bill. I walked her out to the parking lot and pressed her gently to my car as I claimed her lips in a hungry kiss. Leila moaned against me as she slipped her arms around my waist, tugging me closer.
“I don’t have a lot of time but come home with me. I want you, Leila. I’ve missed you.” I murmured before kissing her again, cupping her face in my hands.
“Yes. I want you.” Her voice was thick with desire and I unlocked my car with a push of the button before I shoved her inside. The place was my close to my house and I’d bring her back. I just needed her close to me. I started the engine and backed out as I reached over to grip her leg tightly. I pulled into my driveway and stopped the car in front of the garage before I turned towards her. Leila moved against me in a hard kiss as she reached for me, moving into my lap. Holy shit. I could fuck her right here, but my condom was in my wallet that was pressing into my ass right now.
I slipped my hand down between her legs and felt her soaking wet for me. Leila whimpered as I stroked the lace of her underwear, feeling her swollen clit as I fingered it roughly. Fuck but she was wet for me. I slipped a finger under the material and stroked her hard as she kissed me, her tongue sliding into my mouth.
“Baby, let’s go inside. I want to do this right,” I told her as I slipped inside of her, feeling her tighten around my finger. Leila rolled away from me and we hurried into the house together before I lifted her against me and glanced around the house. I saw the counter and carried her over to it before kissing her hard, lifting her skirt and tearing her underwear down. I reached into my pocket for my wallet and dropped it on the counter before I reached down to make her come on my hand. I dropped down to spread her legs wide and tasted the sweet juices dripping from her pussy as she slipped her hands into my hair. I brought her close to the edge again and rose as I dropped my shorts.
This was perfect. I was going to get to be inside of Leila and she’d have no idea about my back. I sheathed myself with a condom and slid inside of her as we both cried out. She felt so damn good. I fucked her harder and faster as we rocked together, getting closer to the release that I’d craved for days now. Leila cried out first, her orgasm rocking through her as she clung to me over my shirt. I knew that she was close to the scratches and it hurt, but I pushed the thought away as I came inside of her. I held her close to me as I jerked inside of her, pressing my face into her neck.